💞 Baekhyun 💞

Some say that if you build this idea of someone in your head too high, you can only be disappointed. Those people clearly hadn’t met you.

Baekhyun’s been seeing you for a few months and he has yet to be let down. From your first date at the roller rink to now, helping you cook a three course meal for the both of you, you’ve been nothing but lovely and kind and perfect. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, waits for you to reveal some deal-breaking, relationship-ending secret, but it never comes. No, you’re just… everything he’s ever wanted and more. How could he ever have thought that he’s been in love before this moment?

He watches you stir the pot, chin in his hands like some sort of lovesick fool. You’re wearing a headband to keep your hair out of your face while you cook, giving him the ability to look at your face in its entirety: the brightness of your eyes, the curve of your lip, the shell of your ear. He admires shamelessly, not even pausing when you turn to look at him.

“Baek?” 

“Hmm.”

“The salt, please?”

He snaps out of it to hand you your salt shaker, but before he does, he pulls you gently by the wrist towards him to smack an obnoxious kiss against your temple. You giggle in his grasp, and the sound is so beautiful he could have been convinced that he’s died and gone to heaven.

After dinner, he’s washing the dishes (because let’s be real— he didn’t really help you much with dinner prep) when you come up from behind and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hi baby,” he smiles.

“Hi,” you reply shyly. “I’ve been thinking about something.” You lean the side of your cheek against his back. “Do you think I could come over and spend the weekend at your place?”

Baekhyun puts the plate he’s finished washing in the drying rack and picks up another. “Of course. But… you’ve spent the night before. Why the hesitation?”

A pause. Then…

“I think I’m ready.”

He nearly drops the plate and just barely catches it before it falls into the sink. The tips of his ears feel hot, burning hot. “Really? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” You laugh self-consciously. “I think I’ve been ready for weeks but I wanted to be 100%.”

He turns the sink off and wipes his hands on the dishrag before turning in your grasp. “And you could still think about it for as many weeks as you want. Or even change your mind, I won’t be mad.”

You smile at him mischievously, creeping your hands up the hem of his hoodie. “I won’t,” you say. Simple. Matter-of-fact. As if those two words haven’t just made all the blood in Baekhyun’s body go straight to his dick. 

“Okay,” he says, trying to match your nonchalance (and failing). “Next weekend then.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You lean in and kiss him softly, and Baekhyun falls further and further and further.

Baekhyun wishes that he could say that dating you properly, seeing you every few days and talking to you daily, has somewhat curbed his need for you. 

But of course it hasn’t.

He knows he hasn’t been pushy in the slightest. He’s let you take the lead, only taking the next physical step when you prompt him, happily content to take it at your pace because above all of his needs is the need to make you comfortable and happy.

But to tell the truth, you’re making it so difficult for him. He can’t prove that you’ve been doing it on purpose, but it seems that the length of your skirts have been getting shorter, the necklines of your top plunging deeper. And you just love sitting in his lap, perching on top of him so prettily like you belong there, talking about your day like Baekhyun isn’t growing harder underneath you by the second. Once or twice he’s even had to move you off of him, discreetly hiding the evidence of his arousal with a pillow. 

You’re not completely oblivious. That much has been made clear since the little gift you gave him that first night, and if it hadn’t been, your intentions became increasingly apparent the night you sent him what started off as an innocent text, sometime after your second proper date.

Whatcha doing right now?

Baekhyun had just closed his eyes to go to bed, but sleep was overrated when the other option was talking to you.

Just got in bed.

You?

The next text had Baekhyun nearly choke on his own spit.

About to touch myself.

He sat straight up in bed, fingers flying over his keyboard as he frantically typed out a response.

Can I see?

The texting bubbles appeared. Then disappeared. Then reappeared again. Baekhyun’s heart was thudding in his throat, his growing erection becoming painful in his sweats.

No

But you can listen

You picked up instantly, and Baekhyun’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock the second he heard your breathy, whiny moan.

“Baekhyun.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, baby,” he said, voice thick and needy. 

“Thinkin’ about you,” you sighed, and oh god, he can hear just how wet your pussy is through the tinny phone speaker. “And what I want you to do to me.”

He talks you through it, holding back his own orgasm until you fall over the edge underneath your own fingers, your breathless gasps echoing in his head long after you hang up. 

In all of the weeks that Baekhyun’s spent fantasizing about you, it never occurred to him that you would be such a tease, just as into it as he is. Somehow he had equated your lack of experience to innocence. 

That, clearly, was a mistake.

The night starts as it always does when you come over to his place.

He orders some takeout and you eat it on his couch, talking away about your week. On any other day, Baekhyun would be content to listen to you for hours, but his mind is admittedly somewhere else. 

“You want to shower first?” he asks. You always do.

“Uh… you go first. Wait for me afterwards, okay?”

Baekhyun tries not to give in too much to anticipation. He showers faster than he’s ever showered before, and the little smile you give him when you take his place, tightly holding your bundle of pajamas to your chest, nearly makes his knees buckle. He paces around the room as he waits, drumming his hands on his thighs, rearranging the items on his nightstand in various configurations until he gives up and leaves them as they were. The wait is borderline torture. He can hear you on the other side of the wall moving around in his bathroom, his dick nearly jumping out of his pants when he hears the shower turn off. He closes his eyes as he sits in bed, back against the headboard, nearly even tries meditating for God’s sake. Anything to calm himself down.

Finally, the door opens.

His lips part when he drinks in the sight of you, perfectly dolled up in a baby pink lingerie set that hugs your body perfectly. You smile at him, cocking your head to the side in amusement. 

“Are you just gonna stare?” you tease. 

“Fuck, babe.” His voice sounds rough to his own ears. “C’mere.”

It feels like an eternity watching you cross the room towards him, but you finally settle into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips, hands dragging up his chest. “Can I confess something?” 

“Anything.”

You lean in to whisper close to his ear, your breath warming the side of his neck. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

His hands fly to your hips as he groans, fingers slightly digging into your soft skin. “Trust me. I have too.”

Kissing you is familiar territory. He lets his hands roam over your body in ways he’s never let himself do before as his lips capture yours. He draws circles into your waist, feather-light touches across your thighs, your ass. Tentatively reaching up to cup your tits. That makes you whine, hips twitching slightly on top of him, gasping into his mouth. He uses the opening to slip his tongue past your lips, tasting you.

It’s barely even been a few minutes and he already feels drunk in it, drunk in you. You lean back, the thread of saliva connecting your mouths snapping loose as you reach back to unhook your bra. The sight is so fucking erotic he thinks he could die.

The first signs of nervousness flicker across your features and your hands move to cover yourself, but no, no, no. Baekhyun won’t have any of that. He gently grabs your wrists and flips you over, settling you down onto your back. 

“Do you have any idea,” he murmurs against your lips, pinning your wrists gently with one hand above your head, “just how perfect you are?” You wriggle underneath him self-consciously, but you let him continue. “You’re unreal. I can’t believe just how lucky I am.”

Your skin tastes so sweet as he kisses down your body, his mouth following the path that his hands trace. So much space to mark, to bite. He chooses your collarbone as his first target, sucking a harsh mark into you. You gasp sharply, hips jerking upwards.

“You like that?” he asks, soothing the mark with his tongue. It blooms a satisfying, deep red, and the sight of it fills Baekhyun with possessive need.  

“Y-Yes,” you breathe. He lets go of your wrists and ducks his head down to flick his tongue against your nipple, tearing a ragged moan from your lips. 

“Fuck.” You look down at him with wide eyes. “That’s– I’m so sensitive there.”

Baekhyun smirks and swirls his tongue around the bud, relishing in your soft cries. He alternates between the two until you’re writhing, hips jerking as if they have a mind of their own, your bottom lip pulled taut between your teeth. 

“Please,” you whimper. “More. I need you so bad.”

Hearing you say it, as if the responses of your body weren’t evidence enough, only makes him need you that much more. Makes a sharp sting of desire pulse through his veins. He reaches down and peels off your soaked panties, stifling a groan at the sight of your pussy. “Do you finger yourself?” he asks, dipping his fingers shallowly through your folds. Fuck. His cock twitches in his sweatpants when he feels just how wet you are. 

“Sometimes,” you exhale. “I don’t like it as much as just touching myself.”

Slowly, he sinks his middle finger into your tight, wet heat. “Jesus,” he mumbles. “You’re squeezing me.”

Your eyebrows are knit together, chest rising and falling rapidly. Your lips drop open in a surprised, “Oh!” as he continues to go deeper. A quiet, almost imperceptible gasp falls from your mouth when he withdraws and then thrusts it back in.

“Your fingers…” you whisper. “They’re longer than mine.”

He groans softly, leaning up to brush his lips against yours. A thrill runs down his spine and he slips a second finger inside of you, eliciting another sweet whimper from you. “If you’re falling apart like this on my fingers, are you sure you can take my cock, sweetheart?”

You gasp raggedly, hips jerking up into his touch. “I can,” you whisper frantically. “I can, promise.”

He chuckles before nipping your bottom lip. “I know you can, baby. I’m just teasing a little.” He travels lower, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh, urging you to part your legs even more for him. His mouth joins his fingers, lips sealing over your clit as he curls them inside of you.

“Shit!” Your hand flies down to grip at his hair, tugging at the strands. “Baek— Baek, oh god.” Your voice is trembling, already so ruined for him. “I’m getting close.”

His eyes flick up to meet your gaze as he laps at your clit, scissoring his fingers slightly as he tries to search for that one spot. He knows he’s found it when your thighs clamp around his head, a frantic moan spilling from your lips. He presses against it with the pads of his fingers, sucking your clit into his mouth. 

Your back bows off the bed, lips falling apart almost as though you’re surprised, eyes widening. “Mmm, baby— baby, I’m cumming… fuck—”

He feels you clamp down around him as your body starts to shake. Baekhyun can’t tear his eyes away from you if he tried, watching your expression break as your orgasm overtakes you. It rolls through you with a choked whisper of his name, voice shattering over the syllables. 

It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight fills him with a hunger that can’t be satisfied, won’t be satisfied, until he’s seen it again and again.

He withdraws his fingers from you slowly and brings them to your waiting, parted lips. “Taste how sweet you are,” he murmurs. He halfway doesn’t expect you to, doesn’t plan to keep them there if you hesitate for even a second, almost already pulling them away from you so that he can do it himself.

But you do it, eyes hazy with post-orgasm bliss, chest heaving, your lungs working overtime to get some air. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, licking every drop of yourself clean, taking his fingers down your throat practically to the knuckle. The sight of it—

How can he stop himself from ducking back down between your legs now?

He hooks his arms around your thighs, locking you in place as he buries his face into your heat, lapping against your slick folds like a man starved. You moan, completely uninhibited, hands twisting in his hair in a way that hurts so good. “Baek— Baekhyun, please, please, I’m so sensitive…”

“Please what?” he grunts. “You want me to stop?”

“N-No,” you say weakly. 

“Then take it.”

You shudder, cumming instantly on his tongue once again. He holds you tight, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as you roll your hips onto him, practically riding his face. 

“I—” you gasp for breath. “Fuck.”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans up to pull off his shirt in one smooth motion, taking a second to admire you once again. Your cheeks and chest are flushed, blooming with red, lips dark and kiss-swollen, eyes unfocused. You reach up for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his thighs. His cock is leaking and achingly hard, and you look at it with anticipation.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, hovering down over you, settling in between your legs. 

“A little.” Your hands settle on his shoulders, eyes meeting his. Open, trusting. “But I still want this more than anything.”

He connects his lips with yours as he starts to sink inside of you, slow, inch by devastating inch. You’re so tight, so wet that it makes him tremble, holding himself back from snapping his hips into you and ruining you. You wrap around him so perfectly that you must have been fucking made for him. He watches your face for every sign of discomfort, every minute change in your expression. “Breathe, baby,” he groans. “Fuck, relax a little more for me.”

“Trying,” you say through gritted teeth. “Shit, baby you’re so—”

He meets your gaze when your voice falters. “So… big,” you whisper.

Something in Baekhyun, something deep and primal, snaps. “Oh my God,” he all but growls, burying his head into the crook of your neck, gripping the sheets by your head to try and regain some control, some sanity, back. “Don’t say shit like that if you don’t want me to fuckin’ pound into you until you’re screaming.”

You gasp, impossibly becoming even tighter. And then…

“Who said I didn’t?” 

Baekhyun buries himself the rest of the way inside of you, holding his hips flush against yours, letting you get used to the stretch for a moment. “Tell me if you need me to stop.” That’s all the warning you get before he withdraws and snaps his hips back into you, not unnecessarily harsh but strong, deep. And then again, and again.

Your head lolls back as Baekhyun grabs your waist, holding you steady as he builds up a steady rhythm. You cling to the sheets like a lifeline, twisting the fabric underneath your fingers. Your voice, which was controlled before, grows louder and louder as your moans get fucked out of you, high-pitched cries that grow needier by the second.

“Holy fuck,” you whimper, voice shaking. Broken, shattered.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, bending down to brush his lips against yours. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good,” you sob, struggling to get your words out. “Baby, ‘m close, please.”

Your begging, those sweet little sobs, only stoke that fire deep inside that much more. He wants to push you just a little, see how much you can squirm. “Hold it a little longer.”

“What?” your eyes fly open, frantic. “B-But I…”

“Just a little bit, sweetheart. Until I say.” He drives into you a little harder, sucking another bruise into your neck, swallowing your needy cries. 

“Baek, mm, please!” Your eyes are brimming with tears, back arching entirely into him, as if pressing yourself against him will help you get what you want. “I-I can’t hold it, I need to cum!”

“Don’t make me stop,” he warns. “You gonna be good for me?”

Even though your orgasm threatens to spill over at any second, you still nod, tucking your quivering bottom lip in between your teeth. You’re so far gone, in too deep that all you can do is beg. “Mmm, please, please—!” you wail. 

He reaches in between your legs and presses his thumb against your clit. “Cum for me,” he whispers in your ear, breath hot against your neck.

Your entire body quakes, nails digging into his shoulders as you cum, exponentially harder than you had the previous times. Tears, maybe from relief, maybe from overstimulation, slip from your eyes and leave shiny trails down your cheeks, your voice catching on a sob. He holds you through it, clenching his jaw at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him, slickness pooling in between both of your bodies, rubbing circles into your side both to soothe you and to ground him against the overwhelming urge to spill inside of you again and again until you’re both spent. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, making a trail with his lips from your earlobe down to your chin. “You did so well.” 

He starts to move again, hands roaming as he builds up another rhythm, squeezing your tits and your hips, guiding you to wrap your legs around him. You shiver underneath him, moaning softly, twitching from overstimulation and sensitivity. Hair sticks to your forehead and clings to your neck, damp with sweat. Your expression is broken wide open, gaze clinging to him like he’s your entire world, only making incoherent whimpers and gasps of his name. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers. He cups your chin in his hand and kisses you deeply. “You’re so beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your legs wrap tighter around him, drawing him impossibly closer. “I– I wanna feel you cum in me.”

Baekhyun groans, a sharp sound, as though it’s been punched out of him. As soon as the possibility enters his mind, the need to do it, to mark you, claim you, is overwhelming. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Your eyes are sparkling, bright, as focused as they’ve ever been. “Cum in me, make me yours. Fill me up.” 

With a final, low grunt, he pounds into you, the full force of his strength and weight behind each thrust until he cums, filling you up to the very brim. Your greedy walls suck him in, milking him for every last drop until his arms are shaking from supporting his weight. Exhausted, he collapses on top of you, pressing one last kiss to your skin. 

For a few moments, there’s just silence. And then, you shift. 

“You love me?”

Baekhyun looks up at you to find that you’re gazing at him earnestly, no longer clouded by lust or primal need.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

You giggle. “Maybe. But it’s still nice to hear you say it.”

“I love you,” he says, smacking a kiss against your collarbone. “I love you,” your nose, “I love you,” finally on your lips. 

“I love you too,” you say. When he shifts inside of you, you wince. “Fuck, I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Hopefully not sore enough to go again,” he quips, dodging your smack. 

“You’re sick,” you joke. “Go get something to clean us up.”

You don’t even know the half of it, he thinks, rolling over to grab some tissues. But from the way you eye him, dragging your gaze down the length of his body with thinly veiled want, already no doubt thinking about the possibilities of what tomorrow (fuck, who is he kidding, later tonight) will bring… Yeah. He thinks that maybe you do. 

The place wasn't bad. In fact, it was even pleasant… dimmed lights, music at a comfortable volume.

You were with your friends, laughing at something that didn't even seem that funny anymore, because you're the only sober one in the group… the glass resting between your fingers more out of habit than desire.

Still, little by little, your attention began to wander, not because of them, but because of that uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

You noticed it even before looking. A random, slightly tipsy guy approached.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, with an easy, overly confident smile.

You let out a short, polite laugh, the kind that's automatic: "Once in a while."

It was a neutral, simple answer, enough to end it there, or at least it should have been. But he didn't seem to get the message.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink." You shook your head slightly.

Even so, he continued. His gaze drifted down without any disguise, lingering longer than it should have, and that was enough to truly bother you.

"What's your name?"

You were already about to answer anything just to end it once and for all or simply get out of there.

A firm presence settled into the space between the two of you. The hand that landed on your waist was firm, without hesitation, while the other subtly pushed the guy away, without brute force, but making the limit clear.

The voice came calmly, low, but firm enough not to leave room for discussion: "She's not interested."

You didn't need to look to know who it was. But you looked anyway.

Baekhyun.

The guy let out an awkward laugh, raising his hands as if it were an exaggeration.

“Relax, I was just talking—” 

“Yeah, but I saw it’s over.” Simple and direct.

There was no room for insistence. The other hesitated for a moment, assessing, and then shrugged, backing away.

When he finally moved away, the atmosphere didn’t return to normal. Not completely…

You could still feel Baekhyun’s hand on your waist, firm, as if he wasn’t in any hurry to let go.

“You took a while…” The phrase escaped before you could even filter it.

Baekhyun slowly turned his face towards you, an eyebrow rising with slight curiosity.

“Did I take a while?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink, trying to seem more indifferent than you really were.

“Funny,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “I didn’t even know I’d been called.”

You held his gaze for a second longer than you should have, and that's when you realized your mistake before you could even speak.

"You kind of always show up even without calling."

The silence that followed was short, but heavy enough to say a lot.

Something changed in his gaze—subtle, but noticeable.

"Not always," he replied, more quietly.

Your friends were already quiet, clearly feeling the tension building there, but you didn't look away. Because, deep down, this (you two) wasn't new. It never had been.

Baekhyun let out a light sigh and only then removed his hand from your waist, although he didn't really move away. "Want to get out of here?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think for a second, but the answer was already there even before the question.

"I want to."

He nodded, as if he already expected it, and turned his body towards the exit without looking back. Even so, you followed him without hesitation.

Of course you followed.

(...)

The night air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, cooler and quieter than the atmosphere inside. 

For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. Only the distant sound of the music grew fainter as you walked away.

His car was parked a little further ahead.

Always the same. Baekhyun opened the door for you without saying anything, waiting for you to get in first. He didn't start the car. He just stood there, hands on the steering wheel.

"Why didn't you say you're dating someone?"

You turned around immediately. "I'm not dating anyone."

He let out a low laugh.

"Then say you're seeing someone. It's the same thing."

You crossed your arms: "And what do I say? That there's a guy who shows up whenever he wants?"

"And even so..." He moved closer. Closer than necessary. "You still call me."

Your heart raced, but you didn't back away.

"Because you're the only one I want around." He leaned slowly toward you, closing the space between you until it was almost nonexistent.

“How close?” His voice was low, almost a challenge.

You caught your breath for a second, but you didn't back away. On the contrary.

You tilted your face slightly, getting even closer, feeling his breath on your skin.

“Isn't this enough already?”

He let out a low, short, but humorless laugh: “No.”

Before you knew it, he slipped his hand under your skirt and squeezed your thigh like a pillow. Heat was already rising throughout your body, leaving you breathless and speechless. 

Foreplay always drove you crazy inside, and Baekhyun had a control over you that only he knew.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the back seat, your nails digging into Baekhyun's broad shoulders and bare back as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock.

 He buried his face in her neck, his heavy breath brushing against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. A moan escaped her as he reached her G-spot.

The windows were fogged up and the glass was muffled, but that wasn't a problem for you, given all the lust you felt there, which was reflected in Baekhyun's strong thrusts.

"You're so hot..." he groaned.

There was no gentleness in the way he fucked you; you took advantage of the position to caress and stroke him at will.

"I can't believe I'm finally going to fuck you," he groaned, lifting you and throwing you forcefully onto his cock. If the car wasn't shaking before, it certainly was now.

"Baek-ahh...!", you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to feel this delicious pussy? My God," he cursed when you squeezed him. "It's been weeks, damn it." He finished with a slap on your ass, making you shudder in his lap.

'Weeks?', you would have asked, but all your words died in your throat when you felt his penis poking your G-spot once more.

Soon after, Baekhyun felt the strands of semen on your shirt. You couldn't control the orgasm, even if you wanted to, and the car's interior reverberated with both of your loud cries.

It's hot.

So hot and full-bodied.

Both are completely lost in pleasure, and waves of pleasure consume them like fire. It seems endless. All they can do is writhe in it, and you let yourself fall onto Baekhyun. You blindly search for each other and kiss, still rubbing against one another.

It seems like it will never end. You continue kissing and shaking for hours. The subsequent spasms make you moan against each other's lips. Every place you touch is extremely sensitive and prolongs the spasms.

Finally, you have the strength to open your eyes and stare at each other, breathless, with your lips pressed together.

Baekhyun recovers first, displaying that wild smile.

"Holy shit… just be mine. Please—"

You return the smile.

"Mmm-hmm."

You stare at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Screw it. I love you."

"Hmm, I love you too, Baekhyun... and I am entirely and exclusively yours."

You often say you're not a big fan of sweets. Not that you hate sugar or anything like that. It's just… you've never been the type to go looking for dessert. You feel like sweets give you a kind of lost feeling or a fleeting happiness. Maybe that's why you were standing in front of an ice cream shop at nine o'clock at night.

The pink-lit sign simply said: GELATO.

But then you look through the window, and there was someone inside. A guy behind the counter, wearing a black dress shirt while fiddling with some ice cream machine.

His hair was messy, as if he'd run his hand through it about fifty times. That's when he raised his head.

And saw you looking. Great. Now leaving would be awkward. The door made a small creak when you entered.

"Good evening," his voice was subtle, but had a relaxed, almost playful tone.

You look around the empty shop and ask, "Are you still open?" He glanced at a clock on the wall.

“Technically… for another ten minutes.” You were thinking about it a lot. Actually, I was trying not to stare too much. “Then I guess I have enough time,” you said.

He smiled a little, rested his elbows on the counter, and asked you, “First time here?” You, while analyzing the place: “Is it that obvious?” “A little…” he replied and let out a nasal laugh.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun, by the way,” he said, picking up his employee ID badge.

You got closer to the counter and looked at the names of the ice creams. Some were normal.

But others were… strange. Caramel Confession, Strawberry Secret, and Vanilla Truths. “Those names are kind of suspicious.”

Baekhyun laughed again, then said, "They're just creative names." You could have left right then.

But, for some silly reason, you said: "Okay… then surprise me." Baekhyun smiled.

"Perfect," he said. That already sounded dangerous.

He took a small tasting spoon and turned it towards one of the containers that were further back, separate from the others.

"This one isn't even on the menu yet," he explained. "I need someone brave." He put a small scoop of gelato on the spoon and held it out to you.

You couldn't help but notice his arms with bulging veins and his huge hand with his wide fingers that completely covered the spoon; which was already large, by the way.

You take the spoon and then put it in your mouth. The taste was… good. Very good. The sweetness was just right, with a taste of vanilla and something warmer that you couldn't quite identify.

You swallow. And immediately realize something was wrong. Because the first thing that came out of your mouth was: "You're ridiculously handsome."

In the background, there was only the noise of the TV on ambient sound, refrigerators, and some cars passing by; voices echoed. Baekhyun's smile froze.

Your brain took two seconds to process what had just happened. "I…" you begin. And you keep talking, unable to stop. "You're very handsome… I mean, seriously. Like, really handsome… I literally came in here because you were at the window and I got curious."

You bring your hand to your mouth again, but the words kept coming out.

"And now I regret it because this is so embarrassing." Baekhyun blinked a few times.

And then he started laughing. Not a small laugh. He literally leaned over the counter laughing.

"It's not funny!" you said. "I just said I came in here because you're handsome! How embarrassing…"

"W-well… I'm going." I turned towards the door. But before I could leave, he called you with his velvety voice.

You stop.

“Tomorrow I’ll do another test,” he said. “A better version of the recipe.” You turned slowly and asked, “And why are you telling me this?” His smile returned.

“Because you’re clearly a great volunteer and you’ll be back.”

(…)

The next day, at 9 pm sharp, you were in front of the ice cream shop again. The GELATO sign was lit, exactly as it was the night before. You enter. The door bell rang.

At that moment, Baekhyun’s voice came from the back of the shop. And he immediately saw you. His smile appeared instantly. Your face began to heat up.

You leaned against the counter and then went for a walk around the ice cream shop; you became interested, and the paintings caught your attention. This shop seems to be something from his family…

“So… you make gelato that makes people tell the truth?” I asked, in a curious tone.

“It’s more complicated than that,” Baekhyun said.

“Didn’t you want to show me the new recipe?” I asked, and he looked at me with a very suggestive look.

“Actually… I need to get it from the pantry.” He tilted his head. “Can you come with me for a second?”

Before you could answer, Baekhyun was already walking to the back of the shop. You sigh and follow him; after all, it was just the two of you there with the shop almost closing. The pantry was rather small.

You look at Baekhyun and say, “That was an excuse, wasn’t it?” “A little.” He smiled. “So… you’re back.” Baekhyun took a step closer. “I’ve been thinking about that all day.”

You feel your stomach tighten slightly. "Thinking about what?" He took another step. Now you're too close.

“If you had the courage to say that… without the gelato effect.” He insists… “Do you still think I’m ridiculously handsome?”

And the next second you tug at the collar of his shirt. Baekhyun clearly wasn’t expecting that. His eyes widened for a moment.

But the surprise didn’t last long because you soon realize one thing: Baekhyun likes to be in control. In a swift movement, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you until your back hit the pantry wall.

He raised your arms above your head and pinned your wrists against the wall. The kiss started slowly, but it didn’t stay that way for long. His hand slid from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer.

“You’re going to drop something here,” you murmur against his mouth. “We already dropped a box. And there’s no going back, is there?” He chuckled softly, and the sound vibrated against your neck as he leaned in to kiss you there.

You gripped his shirt tighter.

To feel him inside you.

"I want… I want you…" and it was as if your wish had been granted instantly.

He carefully placed you on the prep counter, his hands slowly tracing your back.

Baekhyun shifted your position on the counter, leaving you in a supine position, looking directly at him.

Baekhyun's large hand reached for the ice cream scoop, scraping a perfect ball of gelato and bringing it to your chest.

The gelato dripped down my neck, onto my chest, causing it to drip onto your nipple, making me jump, and then down to your waist.

"You have to clean this up, right? Otherwise you'll be all sticky…"

Before you could answer or react, a shiver ran through my body as his tongue traced a path from your abdomen upwards, and when it reached your waist again, he unbuttoned your pants and then his own.

"First… one finger, then two, then three…"

After leaving you soaking wet, and your entrance throbbing, he started thrusting so hard that the rolling bench went back and forth, the noise you were afraid to make was gone.

While he fucked you hard, he licked your nipples that still tasted of the gelato he had applied.

Baekhyun's voice along with the moans left you disoriented.

He was on top of you, and then, in a moment, you placed both hands on his buttocks, pressing him deeper and deeper. And after that, you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Baek… I'm going to…" you tried to say breathlessly and stuttering. Then he pulled his penis out and rubbed it against your vagina, causing you to let out a groan. You could feel everything inside you trembling, and he held your legs.

"Do you like being tortured?"

Your eyes couldn't focus on one thing, they were rolling back so much, so you just nodded and obeyed.

"Play with it first," he ordered.

You asked, breathless, brushing the sweat from your forehead: "Are you sure?"

Before he could answer, he grabbed your neck and lifted you up, your knees already dangling from the floor.

“I’m ordering you to,” he said through clenched teeth. “Or you’ll cum as many times as I want today.”

Your mouth opened and managed to swallow his entire cock, you ran your tongue over the foreskin while moving your hands up and down. When you reached the glans, you purposefully slowed down, giving kisses. You could clearly hear a hoarse, loud moan escaping his mouth.

“Ahh, Baekhyun… I can’t hold back…”

He came inside you. And then you came, the cum covering his chin, which clearly provoked and challenged him at the same time.

While you were still sitting on him, he inserted his cock into you again and began to thrust hard once more.

You swayed, rising and falling, feeling the security of his hands on your back, preventing you from falling and holding you firmly while mine were around your neck, and you positioned your face on his shoulder, muffling a cry.

He came again, and so did you. For the second time.

Breathless, you lay down next to each other on the counter. You stared at the low ceiling for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath.

He turned his face towards you, still lying there, his messy hair falling slightly over his forehead.

"It was worth it." You rolled your eyes, but felt a smile escape me anyway.

"Are you okay?" he asked, in a calmer tone now.

"I am." You turned your face to him. "I'm just trying to understand how I ended up having sex in an ice cream parlor's pantry with a guy I met yesterday."

You both laughed softly, and he laid you down on his chest.

“You’re a terrible ice cream shop owner, you know?” You tease.

“Maybe.” Baekhyun just laughed, bringing his face closer to yours again.

For a second, you stare at that smug smile… and realize that, somehow, it was starting to seem too dangerous (more than his smile). Dangerous in the kind of way that makes someone come back to the same ice cream shop two nights in a row.

And honestly? At that moment, I had already accepted that I would probably go back there again.

“I didn’t think there were this many boxes!” Baekhyun let out a low laugh, resting his hand against the wall as he made his way down the last step. The switch clicked sharply, and a dim light revealed the space. The attic was bigger than they expected. It smelled like old wood, with a few empty shelves and dust gathered in the corners.

“It’s kinda cute,” he commented, glancing around.

You stepped in right behind him, your light footsteps contrasting with the silence of the place. The soft fabric of your dress brushed against your legs with every movement, the delicate floral pattern completely out of place in such a rustic setting.

“Cute?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I mean… it has potential.” He shrugged.

You crossed your arms, taking a better look around.

The air felt warmer than it should, heavy. No open windows, no breeze. Just the constant effort of going up and down, dragging boxes from one side to the other.

“Okay… break,” you murmured, setting a box down on the floor with a bit more force than necessary.

Baekhyun laughed, running a hand over the back of his neck. You brought your hand up to your face, brushing away a few strands of hair stuck to your skin from the humidity. The light fabric of your dress wasn’t helping much anymore, clinging slightly to your body, outlining the slow rise of heat.

He watched you for a second longer than he should have.

You let yourself drop to the floor without much ceremony, resting your hands behind you as you bent your knees, trying to catch your breath. The light fabric of your dress rode up naturally with the movement, the floral material sliding along your thighs as if you didn’t even notice.

Baekhyun ran a hand over the back of his neck, clearly trying to hold onto control that didn’t seem so steady anymore.

“You should be more careful,” he said, though it didn’t really sound like a warning.

His gaze dropped again, this time without any hurry and when it returned to you, the decision was already there, clear in the way he stepped closer.

“We’re not gonna finish unpacking this attic anytime soon,” his voice came out lower now, almost like a warning on the verge of slipping away completely.

Before you even had time to blink, Baekhyun moved in, gently tugging at your hair as he guided you down onto the  attic floor, his other hand slipping behind your head to cushion the impact.

His hand gripped your waist firmly, and his kisses turned slower, more deliberate — trailing from the edge of your ear down to your neck.

“I need to—”

You didn’t get to finish.

Baekhyun lifted your dress in one smooth motion, not saying another word — because by then, he already knew exactly what he wanted.

His hands moved to your thighs, warm and firm as he massaged and squeezed them, his long fingers pressing into your skin, grounding you in place.

“I’m gonna make you relax,” he murmured, breath uneven, voice low.

Without hesitation, he spread your legs, guiding you open — and the moment his fingers found you, a sharp breath left your lips. His touch was immediate, deliberate, paired with light, teasing pressure that made your body react before your mind could catch up.

He looked beautiful between your thighs.

Baekhyun’s long fingers moved with practiced ease, drawing out reactions you couldn’t control. The pleasure came fast, overwhelming, and it only made it worse — or better — knowing you didn’t have to hold anything back.

There was no one else.

Just the two of you, alone in the  attic of your new house.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice thick, almost amused.

Your hips reacted instinctively, a small movement you couldn’t stop — and he noticed immediately. The look he gave you shifted, something more challenging, more intent, as his grip tightened slightly. Every time you moved, he adjusted, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His breathing grew heavier, lips brushing against your skin between words.

“I’m not stopping…” he murmured against you, voice barely steady, “until you fall apart for me.”

Your breath caught for a second at that.

Heat rushed through your entire body, sharp and sudden. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of your dress near your chest, pulling it closer without thinking, trying to steady yourself — but it was useless with him this close, with his touch refusing to slow down.

And then he pressed deeper, more precise — finding that exact spot that made your entire body react instantly.

A louder sound slipped from your lips, impossible to hold back this time.

Your body tensed, then melted, clinging to him — to his shoulders, to the fabric, to anything — trying to keep up with the overwhelming wave building inside you.

“Baek—nngh…” you whispered against his ear, your voice breaking halfway through his name.

His hands held you tighter, more firmly now, and you felt your heart race even faster, trapped in a moment that seemed like it would never end.

It was too much — overwhelming. You couldn’t take it. You kept repeating his name like a mantra, eyes rolling back as you bit down on your lip, completely lost in the feeling. When he guided your hand and made you taste the mess left on his fingers, something in him shifted — like it only fueled him further.

“Again…” you pleaded, your voice barely steady, asking for more.

His hands moved over your body, exploring, squeezing and massaging your chest, giving equal attention to both as you gasped under his touch.

"Are you sure?" Baek asked, and you nodded in agreement. He aimed for your G-spot, pinching your nipples to make sure you were feeling pleasure.

Baek chuckled softly at your twisted words. Still with that provocative little laugh, he lowered himself once more, diving in to lick your clitoris and thrusting with great desire, making your feet twitch.

He was between your legs, so close that his breath made your skin crawl. The loose hem of your dress, made of light and soft fabric, fell around him, covering your head like a small refuge. The heat in your stomach became unbearable, and every time he noticed, he paused for a moment and looked at you, intentionally.

Finally, with your second orgasm, he licked you clean, all you could do was squeeze your arms tightly, causing your feet to contract. You were a little confused, trying to focus on him afterward, but ignoring how your muscles felt after that impact. “Wow…”

You turned your face toward him, a tired smile slowly appearing. “Wow, really.” For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You just stood there, feeling your own bodies slow down, the heat still present, but no longer suffocating as before.

Baekhyun looked at you again—this time with something much softer in his gaze. He reached out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch now calm, almost too careful for everything that had just happened.

“Are you okay?” he murmured. You nodded, still a little lost in the sensation. “I am..” He gave a small, satisfied smile, and then let his body fall to the floor beside you, letting out a long sigh.

Silence returned for a moment. Until he turned his head, looking directly at the stacked boxes around him.

“This can wait.”

You chuckled softly, turning your face to look at him: “Definitely.” Baekhyun let out another laugh, this time lighter, and closed his eyes for a moment, still lying on the attic floor. The new house could wait

if you were to rate baekhyun against all your other friends when it came to smoking and chilling, he most definitely was your favorite. maybe you were a bit biased, because ever since you broke up with your previous boyfriend, the lines of your friendship with baekhyun have blurred completely. it all started with a few handsy hugs the day you two met after an exhausting break up, and before you knew it, you'd developed a light, freeing, unlabeled relationship with a guy that understood you way more than you realized.

you digressed, since you haven't had this much fun in a while, and your boyfriend never really liked smoking with you, so having sex while being high was completely out of the picture. but with baekhyun on the other hand? the guy was a stoner. and you thought that in the most flattering way.

you giggled when his left hand slipped down your body to grab your ass through your clothes, his lips separating from yours to take another drag from the joint, grinning mischievously.

"gimme." you said, hands caressing both of his cheeks before he parted his lips to blow the smoke into your mouth. you inhaled it with a hum, kissing him again, helping with his pants since his hand was busy with the blunt. he breathed out in arousal, letting his spit drop into your mouth with a grin when you instantly swallowed it.

baekhyun groaned when you cupped him tightly through his boxers, his already hard cock jumping out when you pulled the clothing down to his thighs. you ground against him, taking a drag yourself of the same joint.

the smoke burned through your lungs in that delicious, familiar manner that made you relax, and at the same time want to fuck. baekhyun pulled your leggings down, hissing when he felt your wetness.

as much as you two explored each other's bodies through touching and making out, there were some things that baekhyun wanted to try with you. who was he kidding, he wanted to do everything with you. he couldn't even picture not being obsessed with you. your sounds and your body when it trembled because of his fingers or his cock.

"babe..." he whispered in your neck, watching you unfold lazily with his digits languidly circling your heat. "as much as i wanna get on with fucking you, there's something i've been wanting to do for a while."

you lean back on his lap to look at his face, gasping when he rolled your bodies. you glared at him when you almost dropped the joint on the couch, but his stare at you made your protests die before even coming out. "what is it?" you murmured, taking another drag.

he smiled, kissing down your body, stopping just before your center, which made you freeze. "wait, what are you doing?" you asked, a little surprised.

"what does it look like i'm doing? i wanna eat you out." he shrugged pushing your panties aside to tease your folds, groaning again when feeling your slick. "been thinking about it for so fucking long, too."

you shivered, swallowing dry when you thought about it. your previous sexual experiences with your last boyfriend already felt underwhelming compared to the tension you shared with baekhyun, but thinking about it, letting him go down on you made you feel vulnerable. you could already picture it feeling weird, and maybe not satisfying at all.

"you're hesitating about something. tell me." baekhyun stopped, tilting his head to read your cues. "you don't want me to go further, angel?"

you widened your eyes, your overthinking fading to hold his hand on your inner thigh. "n-no, i want this. i do, it's just—" you felt silly, but spoke out anyway. "can we just move to the actual sex....?"

baekhyun frowned, confused, but smiling. "love, this is sex. is it something to do with me eating you out?" he asked gently, caressing you.

you didn't like mentioning your ex to him, since he already had an ick about the guy, but you felt there was no way to omit this. "i... don't like it. my ex already tried it once and it's just... not for me baekhyun. i just don't think it's something i'd enjoy with anyone at this point." you looked away, slightly embarrassed.

baekhyun's shoulders briefly slumped, his lips pursing into a pout as he looked between your legs again. "oh, angel... i'm sorry you feel that way." he sighed, thinking about how he could speak his mind, "but i honestly think your ex was just a fucking mutt."

your eyes widened, snorting slightly from the word he used. "a what?" you smiled, watching him squeeze your thigh.

"what kind of boyfriend is so useless he can't even make you feel good with his mouth?" he looked at you again. "baby, i swear i don't mean to be an arrogant prick, but if it were me... you definitely wouldn't think like that."

you chuckled, flicking your tongue with a grin. "oh, is that so?" you challenged, wondering how far he'd take that claim. it made you want to let him prove himself right, especially after smoking. "you want to please me with your mouth that bad?"

baekhyun chuckled, shaking his head, stealing your blunt to take the last drag and blow smoke rings onto your cunt in a way that made you even wetter. "angel, i want to make you squirt on my face." he murmured, sniffing your pussy as his hand extended to extinguish the joint in the ashtray.

you gasped when his tongue traced your outer labia all the way up to your clit. somehow, seeing baekhyun in this position made you extremely sensitive, your brows furrowing when he grinned confidently. he didn't boast any longer, though, removing your panties completely in a rough tug to be able to spread your thighs apart. "tell me everything that feels good." he hummed.

his fingers joined in into a gentle, exploring touch, his eyes fixed on your face to pay attention to every single reaction. "fuck, you taste so sweet." his voice was husky, his praise giving you tingles.

whenever he noticed a twitch on your leg, a hitch on your breath, or a clench on your grip on his shoulder, he tried to replicate it through controlled suckling and licking. "a-ah, what—!" you stammered, blinking while quickly trying to make sense of what you were feeling.

he made out with your cunt in a languid manner, humming repeatedly, eyes closing every now and then as if savoring your taste with reverence. it was definitely unlike anything you've ever felt before, something that made your hips buck forth into his face involuntarily.

"yeah, baby? what is it, hm?" baekhyun asked lowly, squeezing your folds, sucking on your clit in a teasing manner. his fingers pushed into your cunt finally, making you jolt, your eyes widening. "just like that, angel. come on. tell me if you like it." he whispered, scissoring you, flattening his tongue on your swollen bud.

"i-i—!" you voiced, panting loudly, chest heaving when his speed quickened on you, parting your fold to press inside, licking your pussy. "yes! yes, i l-like it!" you shouted, coiling tight on the couch, the pleasure mixing in with your high.

"good fucking girl." he chuckled, fingering you with a noticeable squelch, basking into your moans. he pulled his fingers away to slap your heat, then dove in with his mouth, pressing his nose on you with a filthy look in his face. "hmph—!" he groaned, pushing your hips down with a tight grip that would surely bruise.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, seeing white in your vision when he pushed his digits back inside, the veins of his arm popping out to essentially fuck you with three fingers at once. you words were already incomprehensible, the corners of your eyes stinging in irony from being proved wrong. this is what it was supposed to feel like, and baekhyun was the one to show it to you.

he spanked the back of your thighb as flicked his tongue again, and again on your clit, eyes dark and focused on you. "you sound so fucking beautiful. you're clamping down on my fingers, angel." he curled the tips of his digits, rubbing your sweet spot. "i can feel your orgasm. c'mon. give it to me now." his voice echoed, barely registering in your stunned mind.

you trembled, body convulsing as the high fast approached, stealing your breath in a silent scream, gushing on his face in a way that you've never done before. your vision blurred for a moment, before focusing on his awed expression while licking you clean, feeling sure that this man was a fiend.

he hummed a few more times, slurping erotically on your juices with care, stretching your ecstasy for longer to ensure your satisfaction, before pulling away with ragged breathing. "holy shit, baby." he smiled. "i guess you really needed that, huh?" he cooed, enjoying how long it took for you to finally speak.

"you—" you panted, "you're fucking insane." you spoke, weakly, looking down at yourself with a disbelieving grin.

"that's good, right? that felt good to you, right?" baekhyun asked with sudden wide eyes, blushing, almost as if he felt embarrassed for eating you out so passionately.

you blinked, then huffed, pulling him up for a kiss, shutting him up in the best way possible. he melted against you, letting out a choked groan when you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock. "yes. yes, it felt good. you're so good to me." you hummed, stroking him in a disarming way, making him whine like a puppy.

he grinned lazily, still a bit stoned, pushing his face on your neck. "hm, good. because i really could spend the day between your legs." he hummed, bucking his hips to your touch.

"what about your cock, baby? can i have it in me all day?" you whispered in his ear, wanting to repay the experience he gave to you.

baekhyun's head popped up immediately, nodding eagerly, whimpering. "ah—yes. let me fuck you, angel." he pleaded, crashing on top of you in a way that made you laugh, as both of you lost your minds together for the rest of the afternoon.

Music show performances are the real killer of comeback weeks for idols. Waking up at ungodly hours to be transported to the program station and prepped for early morning recordings each day of the week was no easy feat. Day in and day out during this comeback week, Baekhyun found himself with little time before work and no energy after work to practice a very important form of self-care.

By the morning of the fifth day of the week, Baekhyun's morning wood was raging and impossible to ignore. He tried his best to wait it out, hoping it would go down by the time he showed up to the Inkigayo dressing rooms—but there was no luck. After getting dressed in his stage outfit, his boner persisted, confined within his pants but making an obvious bulge at his crotch. Baekhyun knew he didn't have too much time, standby was in just eight minutes. What was he going to do? There was no way he was going to get up in front of the audience and cameras with a noticeable hard-on.

Knock knock.

You, his trusty stylist knock on the door to check on him.

“Hey, you okay in there?” You questioned through the door after it had been double the time as usual that he spends getting dressed.

“Umm, yeah. I'll be out in a second!” He shouted back. Baekhyun panicked.

“I still need to look you over and make any adjustments, Baekhyun,” you cautioned him.

Shit, shit, shit, Baekhyun thought. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths but nothing changed the condition of his very erect member that strained helplessly in his pants.

“Five minutes!” The stage director shouted to the team, voice reaching even the ears of Baekhyun through the door.

You knock once more, urgently. “Baekhyun, are you dressed?”

“Yes, but—”

“Then I'm coming in.” You turned the handle on the door to see Baekhyun, or, at least the back of him, appearing to be perfectly dressed and ready to go. “Baekhyun, let's go. You're on in five.”

He was silent as he kept his back to you and made no movements to turn around and leave. You gently grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. “Baekhyun, what are you—” His body gave a bit from your efforts. He continued to look down and you followed his gaze. Your eyes traveled down his torso to see what was making him so worrisome. The shocking sight of a very large bulge made it’s way into your view. Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but gasp. The all white ensemble did nothing to hide the dimensionality of his tented pants.

Baekhyun quickly turned back around, ashamed of his current state but at least you knew the reason for his strange behavior.

You thought for a moment, weighing different options in your head as the time only dwindled with each unproductive second that passed. You had to do something about it. Closing your eyes, you took a deep exhale before getting onto your knees. Baekhyun turned around and furrowed his eyebrows at your position. He stood frozen, gaping at you in disbelief.

You never thought you’d be here again, kneeling for him, ready to take his excited cock between your lips.

Indeed, you broke up with Baekhyun three months ago. Though your relationship ended, your job persisted. Every day you two still crossed paths and supported each other professionally.

You did this with confidence because, really, you knew he still wanted you; his stolen glances at you were hard to ignore.

“Come on. We don't have long.” You looked up at him expectantly, eyebrow raised as if to challenge him.

“Y/n, this is crazy,” he whisper-screamed. He was waiting for you to get up—for you to end your joke. But it wasn't a joke. The reality of it only became more apparent once he felt you reach for his zipper and unzipped his pants by yourself. Baekhyun blinked in disbelief. It was as if he was dreaming—seeing you on your knees, looking up at him with eager eyes.

“Three minutes!” You both heard the stage director announce boldly. The rest of the team began to knock on the door in concern over the ticking clock.

“We're handling it, guys! There's a wardrobe malfunction. We'll be done in two minutes.” You shouted back to pacify those on the other side of the door.

You hurriedly peeled back the top of his pants and forced down the waistband of his underwear. His cock sprung out ready to play and he let out a sigh of relief at the release of his confines. You notice the pre-cum pearled on his tip and thanked god that it hadn’t permeated through his boxers to his trousers.

You didn't stall. You took his dick into your mouth, immediately bobbing your head and swirling your tongue the way he liked—it was muscle memory.

Indeed, this was not your first time. You've been here before.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Baekhyun breathed out as he took all that you had to give him. You began to take him deeper and deeper down your throat while keeping your tongue flat—that always made him get to the edge quickly.

To give him the final push to cum, you continued to deep throat him while looking up into his eyes that held a lecherous gaze. Baekhyun loved to see the tears that well in your eyes when you take him all the way down your throat. Even more so, he loved to see them spill onto your flushed cheeks. And not to worry, you never missed a beat. You positioned his hand to the back of your head so that he could fuck your face at a faster tempo. With each thrust testing your gag reflex, you felt the tears build until finally, you blinked and they satisfyingly spilled over.

That sight that Baekhyun missed oh so much got him off. Without warning, his cum shot out unrelentingly, copiously. You could tell it had been many days since his last release. You swallowed it all, you know, to keep things neat. He swayed his head back and regained his composure.

“Wow, that was record time,” you commented. Baekhyun smirked before putting himself away to resume his duties.

You left the room with tear-stained cheeks and smudged lip stick. Everyone refrained from asking what happened because finally, the man of the hour was out and ready to get onto the stage with just 30 seconds to spare.

After the show that was successfully carried out, Baekhyun changed out of his stage clothing for his casual hoodie and sweatpants instead. Handing you the outfit neatly folded for you to take back to the company with the rest of the styling materials, he decided to shoot his shot… different from the one from earlier.

“You know... I really missed when we were together, I think—”

Baekhyun’s never considered himself to be a particularly perverted person.

Sure, he’s had filthy thoughts, who hasn’t? He’s accidentally let his eyes linger too long on someone’s body before, silently appreciating the curves of a stranger. With women he’s dated in the past, he’s let them know just how attractive he finds them: slipping his hand in the back pocket of their jeans, “absentmindedly” letting his hands wander across their bodies. And yes, of course, he masturbates. A healthy amount. A normal amount.

That all changed when he met you.

The new coworker of Chanyeol’s that didn’t know anybody in the city, who tagged along one night to the group outing to a local bar. Baekhyun didn’t talk to you much that first time, but he kept his eye on you. He skirted around you all night trying to muster up the courage to say something of substance, but for some reason his feet failed him and his mouth failed him even more. He didn’t know why. He never had any trouble talking to anyone, and not even in a flirty way. It’s just that every time he thought about approaching you he just folded. Crumbled. 

Maybe it was the way that you smiled at him. Maybe it was the way that when you laughed, you really laughed, tilting your head back as it coursed through you. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was everything. In any case, he goes home with only a handful of words spoken to you.

The second time you meet is even worse. It’s a hot day, so Chanyeol naturally invites everyone over as the only person with a pool. And when you walk in, taking off your oversized t-shirt to reveal a bikini that leaves almost nothing to the imagination… Baekhyun nearly has to excuse himself and fake feeling ill.

“Chanyeol, will you put sunscreen on my back?” you ask.

Chanyeol only spares a glance over from where he’s balancing various food items in his arms, trying to get from the patio table to the back door without dropping anything. “Uhhh, busy! Ask Baek!” 

And when you turn towards him with the sweetest smile, who is he to say no?

The first touch of your soft skin nearly kills him, but he grits his teeth and pushes on. Barely there, feather-light touches onto your shoulders with just enough pressure to rub the sunscreen in. God, he feels like a fucking freak, like a virginal teenager who’s never touched a woman before, but there’s just something about you that makes all of his self-control fly out the fucking window.

“Can you get my lower back too?” you ask.

He curses silently as his hands dip lower, your back arching slightly underneath his touch. He doesn’t do a thorough job, sun protection be damned, and finishes rubbing whatever is left on his hands into your skin.

“Thank you, Baekhyun,” you say with that damn smile. The syllables of his name sound so beautiful falling from your lips. Baekhyun thinks he might die.

It’s almost instant the way that you have him under your spell, and you don’t have even the slightest idea that it’s happening. Every time he closes his eyes from that day, he sees you. He pictures your curves, the way that droplets of pool water clung to your skin, the way you looked with your head tilted back, face towards the sun as you soak in the rays. The first time he jerks off thinking of you, he imagines pulling the string of that joke of a swimsuit as you ride him, your tits bouncing each time you slam down onto his cock.

The guilt settles immediately after he’s finished, his cum not even dry on his stomach yet. He just cleans himself up and washes his hands, thinking to himself that that’s the last time.

The third time you meet is devastating.

It’s a dinner party at Kyungsoo’s, which means bringing over a bottle of wine and cooing over the host’s cooking skills, no matter how many times he insists the compliments embarrass him. It also means seeing you for the first time since he’s jerked off to you. 

He’s determined to keep you at an arm’s length. Sure you’re becoming increasingly more integrated into the friend group, but that doesn’t mean that he has to be friends with you. Just be polite, be civil, and don’t get close.

Of course this is the one and only time Kyungsoo decides to integrate place cards. 

He can smell your perfume so clearly just by sitting next to you, something sweet like baked goods. It latches on to him, circling his nose and mouth, drowning him deeper and deeper into this hole that he’s dug for himself. He nods at you politely, asks you all the right questions so as to not be rude, but mostly keeps to himself. He ignores Chanyeol’s foot jostling his from across the table, shooting him concerned glances. It’s all going perfectly well until you go to pass him the bowl of salad.

“Oh,” you say suddenly, frowning. You pull the bowl back from Baekhyun’s outstretched hands. “There’s cucumber in this, do you still want it?”

Baekhyun gapes at you. “How did you know that I don’t eat cucumbers?”

You shrug, the ghost of a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lip. “I saw you picking them out of your sandwich at the pool party.”

This act, this simple act of attention, breaks him. Because now, after the past few times of watching you from a distance, noticing things about you, he can delude himself into thinking that you’ve been noticing him too.

He can’t stop himself from talking to you now. He offers to walk you back to your apartment, since he learns that he would be passing by your building anyways. The two of you talk, really talk for the first time. You’re just as sweet as he imagined you’d be, but you’re also funny, incredibly smart and perceptive. He falls for you by the second, each step he takes by your side a step towards what can only end in complete and utter disaster for him. 

He’s telling a story about a Hinge date he went on recently that went horribly wrong (he doesn’t tell you that it went wrong because she was nothing compared to you), when you pin the final nail in his coffin.

“God, it’s stories like these that make me glad that I’ve never dated anyone.”

He almost stops dead in his tracks. “What?”

Your ears flush red and you look away. “Yeah, I know. How embarrassing, right?”

He backtracks immediately. “No, not at all! I’m just… surprised, y’know?”

“Why are you surprised?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Because you’re so…” He stammers. “You’re so wonderful. Any guy would be stupid to not want to take you out.”

Your entire face flushes, but you’re smiling now. “Thanks, Baekhyun. But nope. Never gone on a date, never been kissed, never had sex—” If you hear the way he nearly chokes on his own spit, you don’t mention it, “I did hold hands once in grade school but yeah. That’s about it.”

He bids you goodnight at your building and basically runs all the way home. He spends the entire night with his hand around his dick and the neck of his shirt over his nose, trying to inhale what remnants of your perfume still cling to him. 

Everything is terrible now. Now all he can fucking think about is taking you apart for the first time, making you shake and tremble underneath him. Every time his hand wraps around his cock he pictures your face, eyes wide and teary, as he sinks into your wet heat for the first time. And call him sick, call him perverted, toxic, all of the above, but he thinks about being the first person to make you feel good like that, fucking you so good that you won’t ever want anyone else, only him. 

In his mind, he has you in every conceivable position, but the one he goes back to constantly is the simplest: missionary. He thinks about swallowing your pretty moans and whimpers as your walls suck him in. He imagines the way that you would hold back at first, biting down on your lip, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The ragged gasp you would make when he finally finds that sweet spot, how your hands would tremble as they fist the sheets.

He would be nice to you, at first. He would never dream of making your first time anything less than comfortable and pleasurable for you. He would give you the world, love you with as much sweetness that a perfect person like you deserved.

But once you get comfortable?

He’s not holding back.

He’s not holding back until you’re crying out his name, shaking from sensitivity, overwhelmed by just how good he feels. He would make you cum again, and again, and again until you can’t even remember your own fucking name. He wants to see you covered in marks, his marks: scattered like glitter across your collarbones, your tits, your inner thighs. But most of all? He wants to cum inside of you, wants to fuck it back inside until you’re full and aching.

He wants to see you with tears running down your face, wants to have you incoherent and needy, grinding your hips back desperately like an animal in heat. He wants to be the only thing on your mind the way that you’re the only thing on his. And yes, the darkest, sickest parts of him wants to make you so drunk on him that you would never dare to look at someone else ever again. He wants, he wants, he wants. 

But the wanting has made it hard for him to be your friend.

So, he pulls away. Because you don’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve your friendship when all he’s done is be a sick fucking freak behind your back. So the next time, at Jongin’s house, he only gives you a polite nod. At lunch the next weekend, just a small, Hello. On Sehun's birthday, he ignores you entirely. 

When it’s your turn to host, he almost pretends that he’s sick. But the guilt of disappointing you outweighs all of the other guilt that’s already compounded inside of him, so he packs up his dignity along with a fresh bouquet of flowers, and heads to your apartment.

Everything is going smoothly. He follows his usual routine of mostly ignoring you, and you’re too busy hosting to seem like you care. He’s about to head out with everyone else when you call his name. Softly. Beautifully.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

He swallows. The apartment is empty besides the two of you now, and the silence hangs heavy and thick in the air. 

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “No.” His voice is cold, and his heart pangs when you visibly bristle at it.

“Oh. Okay. Um…” Your hands fidget at your side, playing with the fabric of your skirt absentmindedly. “I just—”

With a start, Baekhyun realizes that there are tears brimming in your eyes. He crosses the distance between you and pulls you into an embrace without thinking. You sob softly, muffled into the fabric of his sweater. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “Please don’t cry.”

“I thought I must’ve offended you,” you say . “And after I thought that we were starting to become friends.”

Baekhyun realizes that in trying to protect you, he’s only hurt you that much more. His heart aches. He made you cry. How can he ever forgive himself?

You look at him, tear tracks staining your cheeks. “I thought you really didn’t like me this whole time. But after Kyungsoo’s dinner party I thought that we were getting somewhere.”

“That’s not true,” he says, panicking slightly. “I… I like you. A lot. And I thought that maybe pulling away would be better for you but clearly I was wrong. I was stupid. Please forgive me.”

It takes the words a second to register, but the second that it does, realization spreads across your face. “You… like me?”

“I do,” he confesses. “But I didn’t want to mess anything up because you’re so nice and pretty and—”

Your lips crash into his. It’s messy, uncoordinated, but fuck is it perfect. He cups your face with one hand, the other holding your waist, pressing you close to him. It takes a second for the rhythm to settle, but you follow his lead, melting underneath his touch.

His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you shiver, whimpering against him, and fuck. He has to pull away before he cums in his pants like a hormonal teenage boy. 

You’re panting slightly, your cheeks dusted with pink, and you’re the most beautiful person Baekhyun’s ever seen in his life. 

“That was my first kiss,” you murmur, slightly dazed.

“Did you like it?”

You nod, pressing yourself against him, eyelids closing halfway. “Wanna do it again.”

You kiss until Baekhyun’s head spins, need nearly clawing through him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to push, but each time you moan softly and tug on his hair it makes it harder and harder to keep a grip on his sanity. 

“Go out with me,” he murmurs against your lips. “Next Saturday.”

“Yes,” you breathe before kissing him again. “Yes, please.”

Before he leaves, you have him close his eyes. “Promise me you won’t look until you get home. Don’t even touch it.” That’s all the warning he gets before you shove something in the pockets of his pants. You kiss him one more time before he leaves, a sweet and gentle peck, a stark contrast to the makeout session of before.

His curiosity is piqued, but he keeps his word, trying not to think about the contents of his pocket. Once he gets through the door, he kicks his shoes off and shoves his hand inside. Stops. Freezes.

Because there’s no fucking way.

There’s no fucking way that he’s pulling out a pair of white cotton panties, your white cotton panties, out of his pocket.

Your soaked white cotton panties.

He moans out loud, completely uninhibited, nearly tripping over his feet to run to the bedroom. That night, he jerks off without any guilt, without any shame, nose buried into your soaked white cotton panties as he cums for the nth time that night.

Because now he knows.

Now he knows that you’re just as sick as he is.

“I think it’s time for me to go to sleep now,” you say, hitting the minus button on your Switch. While you save your file, you look over at the chat to see the series of protesting messages, various exclamations of noooo and just a little longer pls!! 

“You guys are sweet,” you laugh. “But I have some appointments tomorrow so I should be getting some shut-eye. Remember that I stream again on Wednesday night, so I look forward to seeing you all then!” You wave at the camera, reading the chat as the messages change to goodbyes as well, different goodnight! and see u soon! scrolling by. One message is longer compared to the rest and it catches your eye. “Have a good rest. See you on Wednesday!” In a flash, it’s gone, swallowed by the rolling sea of text. You end the stream and sit back in your chair, breathing out a sigh of relief.

You do have appointments tomorrow, but that wasn’t the reason why you decided to end the stream a little earlier than usual. The real reason was a notification that had arrived about 20 minutes ago. The quiet ping! from your phone caught your attention, and you had skimmed the text right before it disappeared: [New Audio] 18+... You began to feel the familiar flicker of heat coiling low in your stomach, and suddenly collecting bugs for Blathers in Animal Crossing was the furthest thing on your mind.

You rush through your bedtime routine, turn out the lights, and slip under your covers, finally tapping on that notification. The post pops up and you skim the body of text.

Baek100:

[New Audio with sfx]: 18+ only. Childhood best friends to lovers. Soft mdom, praise, pet names, oral (listener receiving), intercourse, creampie

Hi everyone! Back again with a new audio, I’m sorry I missed last week’s ;-; The last few have been a little hardcore and I’ve been in the mood for something sweet lately. I hope you don’t mind! Enjoy~

Baek <3

Click here for audio: [25:42]

You settle back onto your pillows, pop in your earbuds, and click the link, closing your eyes. The scenario begins with the sound of knocking, then a door swinging open.

“Hi!” You catch yourself smiling at Baek100’s cheerful voice, in spite of yourself. “Long time no see.”

The audio continues for some minutes innocently, and you let yourself get caught up in the elaborate fantasy of it. Some people might call Baek100 boring (and some have, from the few times you’ve looked in his comment section), but that’s because he actually takes some time to get to the porn parts. You can’t get enough of it, ever since you stumbled on his account a few months ago after your roommate drunkenly admitted that audio porn was the only way she could get off. It honestly piqued your interest — who doesn’t find moaning hot? After filtering through different audios of guys lazily jerking off into a mic, finding his account was like a breath of fresh air. The way he cares enough to craft a narrative, making sure each and every audio is different from the last. And he’s good at voice acting too, always putting the right amount of fondness, or desire, or jealousy, or whatever emotion is called for in his voice.

You drift your hand slowly down your body, dipping under the band of your pajama shorts as the action begins to pick up. “I’m sorry if you hate me after this, but I need to tell you or else I’ll regret it forever. I’m so in love with you. I always have been.” You imagine him kissing you, as the voice in your ear does the same, whispering sweet nothings, like “You’re so beautiful,” and “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Then he says, brokenly, desperately, “Can I taste you? Please, I need it.”

Arousal surges through you as you dip your fingers into your folds, already coming away wet. You can see the scene so clearly in your mind’s eye: being gently pushed back onto your bed, a man with indistinguishable features kissing down your body. He spreads your legs and gives your clit a soft, open-mouthed kiss before diving in, tongue delving into you, hands keeping your thighs apart. Aside from his elaborate scenes, Baek100 is also known for almost always recording some sort of oral scene. He has them down to a science at this point, moaning and whimpering into the microphone alongside the wet sound effects that he adds in. You rub your clit lazily, fingers circling the nub unhurriedly to match the audio’s pace. 

It doesn’t take long to get you completely riled up with him praising you like this, slipping two fingers into your cunt when he asks, no, begs, to fuck you. You imagine him pounding into you, kissing you all over, groaning into your ear. You teeter on the edge of orgasm but you stop, stilling your hand inside yourself. You always, always wait for the moment, waiting for —

“Fuck, are you gonna cum for me, angel?” he grunts. “That’s it, cum all over my cock, my gorgeous girl.”

You resume your pace furiously, orgasm crashing into you as you imagine his teeth pulling on your earlobe, fingers pressing indents into your hips as he chases his own high. He comes with a choked moan, spilling himself inside of you, laughing breathlessly as his breathing slows. You could just turn the audio off now that you’re finished and sated, but instead you finish out the last few minutes of the scene as he kisses you gently, relieved that you accepted his confession. “I love you,” he whispers. “So much.”

Instead of just heading to sleep like you usually do, you decide to scroll through the comments of his post. Even though it’s just been uploaded, there are already a couple. One that calls him the most overrated creator on the site, but a couple of thirsty ones praising his voice, saying how hard they came just from listening. No one even says anything about the sweetness of it, just a bunch of filthy desires. You can’t help yourself — you feel a twinge of jealousy reading those words. Even though you’re technically just like them, just another person getting off to his voice, you can’t help but think that he’s yours, your little secret. You haven’t even told your roommate about him, and she’s the reason why you even got here in the first place.

You snort at yourself and roll over, placing your phone facedown on your nightstand. How could you be getting possessive over someone that’s just a voice to you? You close your eyes and drift into a restful sleep.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It’s Wednesday, and Baekhyun’s eating dinner when he gets the notification. 

[LIVE]: more SDV tonight! braving skull cavern (again) ₍^. .^₎⟆

Immediately, he clicks on the notification and smiles when he sees you, still setting up your game. You have the cutest focused expression on your face, not even paying attention to the camera or chat in the slightest. He types out a comment anyways. Good evening! How was your appointment? He sets his phone back on the table and shovels down another mouthful of noodles. To his surprise, your eyes flit to the screen just in time to catch his message.

“Oh, it was alright!” you say. “Pretty boring. Just my annual checkup and I had to pick up some prescriptions from the pharmacy.” Baekhyun doesn’t reply, but others fill in with their messages of concern. “Nothing serious, don’t worry. I’m good and healthy. Anyways, I think we can get started now. So we’re trying to get to floor 100 of Skull Cavern…”

Baekhyun’s been watching your streams for the better part of a year now, and every day he kicks himself for not interacting with you before. While you aren’t a huge streaming celebrity, you’re big enough now to be unable to catch every single message as they scroll by, and you also have a set of dedicated fans that watch almost every one of your streams. Of course, by definition Baekhyun would be one of those people, but he feels different, separate from them. Not hounding you for your attention, badgering you to play certain games, or straight up harassing you in chat. But watching quietly, listening to the small details of your life that you let slip, chiming in when there’s a moment to do so.

He has you on in the background as he goes about his night, cleaning up dinner, taking Mongryong out for a walk, tidying up around his apartment. He’s editing the latest audio cut for work when there’s the sound of knocking on your stream. He glances at his phone to see you sighing. “I hope my roommate gets that,” you say. The knock repeats, insistent. “Ah, sorry guys, let me go see who that is.” 

Baekhyun’s eyes widen when you get up from your chair to reveal that you’re wearing the tiniest little cotton shorts. They hug you like a second skin and when you turn away, he can’t help but notice the curve of your ass as you walk. He swallows, looking away and tries in vain to focus on his laptop in front of him, which is easier said than done when his cock is stirring with interest underneath his sweats.

You return shortly after, quickly settling into your seat before Baekhyun can catch another good glimpse of your body. “It was just our neighbor,” you say. “My roommate was napping.” You continue to play as if nothing happened, as if you haven’t just left Baekhyun hard and aching. He stares at the screen again, gaze roaming your body — the dip of your collarbone, the column of your neck, your lips… God, how many times has he stared at your lips, thinking about all the things you could do with them.

He stares down at his now fully-formed erection and sighs, tossing his laptop to the side and pulling out his leaking cock. He wraps his hand around the base and pumps himself, closing his eyes. He’s done this so many times, endlessly imagining you under him, on top of him, your pretty lips wrapped around his dick. He would give it to you nicely, if you wanted, fucking you sweet and gentle with your hands interlaced. But if you asked… he’d pin you down and slam his hips into you until you were shaking and begging underneath him, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re incoherent. Just how pretty your face would look, jaw slack and eyes glassy and needy, tears streaming down your face. He’d coax out every single moan, every gasp, every whimper until the only word you remembered how to say was his name.

He opens his eyes, jerking himself off with more urgency now, seeking the image of you on his phone. You’re worrying your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration, battling monsters in Skull Cavern. “No, no, no,” you mumble as your health bar rapidly depletes. There’s the telltale chime of your death, and the sigh that leaves your lips afterwards is borderline pornographic. “Fuck,” you whine, throwing your head back.

That tips Baekhyun over the edge and he’s cumming, spilling over his fingers and his stomach, your name leaving his mouth in a hushed whisper. He stays like that for a few beats, breathing heavily as his heart rate settles. He grimaces as he’s brought back to reality by your laughter, having read something funny in chat. A tidal wave of shame washes over him as he reaches for a tissue to clean himself off. 

Of course, he doesn’t know you, doesn’t know anything at all about your personal life or what you get up to, but based on your streams you seem like such a wholesome, innocent person. Your cutesy persona wasn’t overdone in an artificial way, but was ever-present, with your pink setup, emoticon usage, and choice in games. Even if that weren’t the case, Baekhyun feels a little guilty having such depraved images flash in his mind’s eye whenever he sees you. It was this guilt that had led him to start posting audios after all — just some way for him to pour out his sexual fantasies about you, make them feel a little more tangible, a little more real. He was already competent with audio editing from work, and hey, the little bit of Patreon money he made on the side was a nice bonus. But in any case, the bottom line is that you definitely don’t deserve some perv like Baekhyun jerking off to you. Not when you’re so nice and sweet.

“We’re reaching the end of the stream but I wanted to make a little announcement before I go,” you say, smiling cheerfully into the camera. “I’m going to make a post on Instagram right now as a celebration of reaching 10k subs! Don’t think I didn’t notice.” You laugh, and the sound makes Baekhyun’s heart melt, just a little bit. “If you comment on it with how long you’ve been watching my streams, you can enter to randomly win a one-on-one call with me! We can play games together or just hang out, whatever you want to do. And since you’re watching this live, you can get a head start.”

Baekhyun practically dives for his phone, pulling up your Instagram profile. He refreshes, then again, then again, until the post pops up. I’ve been watching you for almost a year! he comments. He hears you giggling again on stream. “You guys are fast, huh?” you tease, and it almost feels like you’re talking directly to him. “Anyways, I’ll release the results during Monday’s stream! See you all very soon.” The stream ends, and Baekhyun’s apartment suddenly feels more empty than it was before it started. He refreshes the post again, seeing more and more comments appear, his chances of speaking to you privately sinking lower and lower. He shakes his head at himself. It’s random anyways. Better not get his hopes up.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Okay, so can everyone see my screen?” You look for confirmation in chat that the random number generator is visible to everyone else. After reading the resounding yes’s, you hover your mouse over the button. “Alright, so I don’t want anyone to have any hard feelings or feel upset. It’s all just fun and games, and you have my word that this is randomly picked. Are we ready?” You hit the button and watch the numbers spin before finally landing on 4. Humming to yourself, you pull up the document that assigned the Instagram usernames of everyone who entered in the order of when they commented. You look for the fourth username and highlight the text, bolding it.

“Congratulations, bhyunbyun!” you say cheerfully. “If you’re watching this, I will be dm’ing you with details very soon.” You read through chat for the remaining minutes on stream, trying not to take too much stock in some of the more aggressive messages of disappointment. You try to stay unbothered by it, but you can feel that your smile is forced, stretched around the edges when you end the stream. 

You head out to the living room and sigh.“Ugh, some of these people are so entitled.” You flop onto the couch next to your roommate, Selina, who scooches over to give you room.

“I’m telling you, it’s those gamer guys. They’re a different breed.” She blows on her nails that she’s currently painting a deep burgundy. “They think that you’re their Ramona Flowers or something.”

“I just can’t believe that they think I rigged it. I did the whole thing right in front of their faces.” You sigh, pulling out your phone. “Lemme message the winner, I need your help vetting him to make sure it’s not one of those.” You type in the username and pass your phone off to Selina.

Her eyes widen as she scrolls through his posts. “Dude, he’s so hot. Like seriously, I think this might be a catfish.” She hums thoughtfully but then her lips purse in surprise. “No wait. If this is a catfish, he’s a really convincing one. There’s posts that go back until like 2017.”

You groan, taking your phone back from her. “I’ll just message him and get him to send me some proof.” You let Selina chat your ear off about her day at work while you send the first message.

hi! congrats, you are the lucky winner of the private call with me :D. for safety reasons, would you be willing to send a photo of yourself making a thumbs up with smth that shows today’s date? like a laptop screen or something?

You’re not expecting a response right away, but it’s only a couple of minutes before your phone chimes. 

Hey! I was watching the stream but I wanted to let you message me first. Thanks so much for the opportunity >.< Here’s the pic~

It’s definitely the same guy, though softer and unfiltered than in his perfectly curated posts. Closed-lip smile, soft brown bangs hanging just above his eyes, thumb pointed upwards in the gesture you requested. He’s posing with his laptop screen that shows today’s date and time, with an endearing photo of a corgi as his screensaver. He’s really cute.

You flip your screen to show Selina, who nods in approval. “Damn, I might want to be out of the apartment when you two have your call. Give you some alone time.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, cheeks burning. “Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he isn’t a creep.”

It turns out that bhyunbyun is not a creep. In fact, on top of being infuriatingly attractive, he’s super polite and accommodating of your schedule, working with you to find something that works for the both of you instead of demanding a certain date (and yes, you’re aware that the bar is in hell, but being a woman online means having some horror stories). In the nights leading up to the call, you find yourself lurking on his posts, drawn to him for some inexplicable reason. You scroll through pictures of vacations, fit checks, and the adorable dog from his laptop that the caption identifies as Mongryong. 

It’s this newfound fascination that leads to you finally putting a face to your Baek100 audio fantasies. Something must be up with him, because he’s been pumping out a new audio every day for the past week (not that you’re complaining). He also has been more rough lately, sometimes foregoing plot details in favor of just straight up filthy talk (again — who’s complaining?) But before, where your fantasies had involved an unknown male figure, there are now very specific features that come to your mind.

“You’re so fucking slutty when you beg like that,” he growls into your ear. It’s a rare afternoon that you get to actually use your vibrator with the apartment to yourself. You fuck yourself with it on the max setting, your whole body trembling and writhing. “Why don’t you beg for me a little more, angel?”

You bite down on the back of your hand as you keen, hips bucking up to meet the toy. “That’s right, beg for my fingers, you fucking slut.” His voice is sharp and sticky like honey. In your mind, it’s bhyunbyun’s face hovering over yours, smirking down at you as he plunges his fingers into your pussy. It’s his lips in a condescending pout, cooing in faux-concern as you ache for him. “Don’t look away,” he growls. “I want you to look at me when you cum all over these fucking fingers. Cum for me.”

The tension snaps, and you cum harder than you have in a long time, back arching off the mattress, clenching around the toy. Spent and still floating on the high of your ecstasy, you stay lying there staring up at the ceiling, just trying to catch your breath. And then…

[CALENDAR] Call with bhyunbyun - 5 minutes

“Shit.” You scramble out of bed, heading to your desk to set up everything for the call. With the few minutes left slipping away through your fingers like sand through an hourglass, you do a once-over of your appearance in the Zoom preview window. You frantically brush the top of your hair down with your fingers and frown. You don’t look bad, but your cheeks are still a little flushed, and you can’t tell if your face looks guilty. As if, Hi, fan of my streams, I just got off to your face a couple of minutes ago. Nice to meet you! is written all over it.

The clock turns to 2pm, and you enter the call. It takes a couple of seconds for his face to appear, slightly backlit from sitting with his back to a window. His face is soft as he grins and oh yes you definitely are starting to feel a little bit of shame now because this guy just looks so… kind and well-meaning. 

“Hello!” you say, hoping that you’re just imagining the shake in your voice.

“Hi,” he replies. “I’m Baekhyun. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Now that the adrenaline from earlier is starting to ebb away, you feel yourself relaxing a little more. “So, you mentioned that you didn’t want to play any games but just so you know, I can set up really quickly if you change your mind.”

“Nah, that’s okay.” Baekhyun runs a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs up to show off his forehead for a moment. He’s so hot. Fuck. “I don’t really play the kind of games you do.”

“You don’t?” You raise your eyebrows. “Why do you watch me then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Baekhyun clears his throat, looking a little sheepish like you caught him. “Well, I like to play games like League, Valorant, you know. Not really ideal for having in the background when I’m trying to relax after work. So I randomly stumbled onto your streams and I thought your whole vibe was really calming and I’ve been watching ever since.”

“Ah. You have a stressful job then?”

“Honestly, not really, but who doesn’t get stressed about work sometimes?” He laughs. “I do freelance audio design, editing, sound mixing, that sort of thing. Mostly for commercials or music videos. The current company I’m working for right now is good, and they’ve given me some steady employment but when I was going from gig to gig it was pretty stressful.”

Huh. Something about Baekhyun seems familiar somehow, and the thought sticks to the back of your head like an annoying itch the longer he talks. The conversation flows naturally — Baekhyun asks about what your streaming plans are for the future, you ask him what he’d like to see on your channel — but that nagging feeling never quite goes away. 

A high pitched bark snaps you from your thoughts as Baekhyun looks off the side of the camera, grinning widely. “Hey, Mongryongie! Look who woke up from his nap.” The corgi pokes its head into frame, peering at the laptop screen curiously. “Look, this is my new friend.”

Mongryong barks, louder this time. “Hey, don’t be rude,” Baekhyun scolds. Another bark. “Hey!” He picks the dog up in his arms. “We can’t bark like that inside, the neighbors got mad last time, remember?” Mongryong cutely turns his head, as if trying to ignore his owner, to which Baekhyun replies sternly, “Don’t look away.”

And it’s as if the world stops turning and time stills, because all of a sudden you realize why Baekhyun seems familiar to you. With those three words, he’s managed to turn this whole entire thing upside down.

Those same three words that you had just cum to minutes ago. 

You gasp, and when Baekhyun turns to look at you, you try your best to turn it into a cough. “Sorry,” you choke, “One sec.” You take a sip from your water bottle. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

Except you can’t really calm down because Baekhyun is Baek100. Because why wouldn’t the universe be so cruel?

If you look especially flustered, Baekhyun doesn’t say anything about it. He continues the call with a now subdued and calm Mongryong in his arms, who occasionally looks at you judgementally as if to say, I know your dirty secret, you WHORE. By some miracle, you manage to keep up the conversation, as if this sweet, polite man in front of you is not only the main character of your wet dreams, but the whole damn architect who built them with his own voice.

Baekhyun’s just asked what kind of food you’ve been into lately. You bite back the urge to say You, obviously, and instead say, “There’s this new Korean restaurant that opened near my place, actually. It’s very good, I went there with my roommate the other day.”

“That’s funny,” Baekhyun says. “My friend actually just opened a Korean restaurant. I’ve been helping out. Only with the decor and stuff, though, I’m basically as helpful as a rock in the kitchen.” He laughs when Mongryong snuffles in his arms in agreement. “Did a lot of taste testing, which was fun.”

“Now that you mention it,” you hum, “the owner seems to be about our age. He was very friendly, but intimidating. He actually glared at us but it turns out that he wasn’t wearing his glasses and he couldn’t see. He was very apologetic.”

Baekhyun’s smile drops. “Wait… you’re not talking about Restaurant SooSoo are you?”

Your heart freezes. Now the universe is getting a little fucking ridiculous. “Um… Yes. It’s literally a five minute drive from me.”

“Holy shit,” Baekhyun breathes. “That’s my friend Kyungsoo. We’re in the same city.”

You both laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, because what are the odds that the guy you’ve been jerking off to is the same guy who happens to watch your streams, and who happens to live in the same city as you? “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you around,” he says in disbelief. “I feel like I definitely would have recognized you on the spot.”

And the way he says it, so full of fondness and maybe something else, if you were to believe your delusional thoughts, pushes you to take the plunge. 

“Hey, what are you doing Friday night?”

“This Friday?” Baekhyun scratches Mongryong’s head thoughtfully. “Nothing, really. I was just gonna go bother Kyungsoo at the restaurant. Why?”

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “There’s this bar that I really like called Heaven. Heard of it?”

“Yeah, think so.” He pauses for a beat. “What, so, is this a date?”

You drum your fingers on your knee nervously. “I really liked talking to you today, Baekhyun. And I wanna get to know you better. So, yes, I’d like it to be a date.”

Baekhyun’s lips form an ‘o’ in surprise, but then he beams, his cheeks turning pink. Cute. “Sure — I mean, yes! I’d love to!”

“Okay great,” you smile. “I’ll message you the details later?”

“Sounds good.” He licks his lips and then adds, “Hey, thanks for this, by the way. And I hope you don’t feel like you have to meet up with me just because we’re close by. If you’re not comfortable I really wouldn’t mind canceling.”

“That’s very sweet of you, but I want to.” You hover your mouse over the End call button. “Talk to you soon?”

“Definitely.” Baekhyun smiles. “See you soon!”

The screen goes black and you let out an exhale that you didn’t know you’d been holding. 

What the fuck?

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Baekhyun fiddles with the zipper of his jacket with one hand, holding his phone up with the other. “Is this a terrible idea?” he asks. He leans back against the brick wall, the music from inside Heaven faintly thumping away. He stands outside the bar, waiting for you. He doesn’t know which direction you’re coming from, but he tries to not stand there, swiveling his head both ways like an anxious child crossing the street.

“Yes,” Kyungsoo deadpans. There’s some shuffling on the other line as he finishes up inventory for the night. “Like I said the last five times you’ve asked, I think this is not a good idea.”

“I know I just asked for your opinion and all, but I’m choosing to ignore it.” A group of voices across the street gets his attention, but none of them are you. “This isn’t like… ethically or morally bad, right?”

Kyungsoo sighs. “No, Baekhyun, I guess it isn’t ethically or morally bad to go on a date with someone that you’ve been having constant fantasies about after she’s literally just met you, but something doesn’t have to be ethically or morally bad for me to dislike it.”

“She asked me out, anyways,” Baekhyun says, petulantly. “And she likes your food.”

“Fine, I won’t say anything else about it then. Even if I’m just agreeing to ease your conscience,” Kyungsoo replies. “Is she there yet?”

“Um…” He looks across the street again and then suddenly he sees you. Your gaze locks onto his and you positively light up, lifting a hand to wave at him. Baekhyun feels his heart squeeze in his chest and maybe this isn’t a great idea, maybe an Internet crush is just meant to be an Internet crush, but it’s too late now. “Yeah, she just got here. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“In as little detail as possible please.” Baekhyun can hear Kyungsoo’s grimace over the phone. “But stay safe. Text me if you need anything.”

“Hi!” Baekhyun greets you, shoving his phone in his back pocket. “Nice to see you.” You look fucking incredible, he thinks, looking you over in your short, black dress. All dolled up just for him.

“Hello,” you reply, smiling shyly. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me here. It’s just a walk from my apartment but I hope it wasn’t a long drive for you.”

“Not at all. We’re pretty close to my place too.”

“Who could’ve guessed that we’d be so close?” you laugh.

You’re telling me, Baekhyun thinks. This whole time, he could have ran into you at any moment — on the street, on the bus, just fucking grocery shopping for God’s sake. The universe truly had such a cruel sense of humor.

“Shall we?” you ask, tilting your head in the direction of the entrance.

He reaches out and swings the door open, putting on what he hopes is his most charming smile. “After you.” The bar isn’t too packed for a Friday night, and you’re able to pick out a cozy booth in the back while he orders some drinks. He tries not to stare too hard at your perfectly glossed lips or the curve of your neck when he returns. His fingers brush against yours lightly as he hands you your drink.

“Thank you,” you grin. You scoot over in the booth and pat the spot next to you. “Sit next to me so it’s easier to hear each other.”

Sitting this close to you, Baekhyun can smell your perfume and oh, fuck, this is going to be difficult. In a different life he would be tempted to hike up the short skirt of your dress and take you right here in the dark corner of the bar, covering your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet. But he wills himself into composure. He has to be on his best behavior, starting now.

You tip your head back and he watches you swallow the first sip of your drink. His traitorous mind imagines you swallowing down his cock like that, drinking his cum. Then you smile at him gratefully and the pang of guilt nearly takes his breath away.

Okay. Starting now.

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A couple of drinks in, Selina’s words from earlier start to echo in your head.

“Girl, this is crazy,” she said. “You look so hot, but this is crazy.”

You finally stopped fiddling with your eyeliner, satisfied, and looked back at her. “I know,” you sighed. “Should I just tell him?”

“Mm… not yet.” A mischievous grin settled in on her lips. “Get to know him, wine and dine him, and then maybe you can hit him with the, by the way I know you make audio porn and I get off to you on the regular.”

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. When Selina had returned from her outing that day of your call with Baekhyun, she had come home to the sight of you strewn about the couch, lamenting your predicament. You had explained everything, from finding the Baek100 account months ago to impulsively asking Baekhyun out on a date. She consoled you and gave you pep talks the whole week leading up to the date, and only made fun of you a little bit. “Is this wrong?” you asked. “Am I like… taking advantage of him? He’s a viewer, isn’t he?”

“It’s not like you’re gonna hit it and quit it,” Selina said. She put her hands on your shoulders and looked at you seriously. “You like him, don’t you?”

“I do,” you admitted. “He’s really nice and super cute. He’s not what I expected, you know? He just seems like a down to earth guy. That’s why I don’t want to ruin it by being…” You waved your hands helplessly.

“A horny freak?” Selina supplied, raising an eyebrow.

“Selina.”

“I’m kidding, my love.” She planted a kiss on your cheek. “And you know what, he made the audios in the first place. He can’t 100% be this virginal boy-next-door that you keep describing. Be safe, be genuine with him, and the rest will fall into place.” She turned toward the door, putting her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll be back around noon tomorrow. Call me if you need me, I’ll be leaving my ringer on.” She gave you another look over before she left. “And seriously, you look so good.”

It’s obvious now that Baekhyun thinks so too (You might be a little nervous but you’re not blind). You can feel his heated gaze whenever he thinks you aren’t paying attention, his eyes snapping back up to meet yours when you turn towards him. Your desire for him is thick and heady, strengthened every time he leans his head in close to hear you better or tips his head back to take a sip of his drink. Tucked next to each other in the booth, you can smell his cologne, can see the freckle on the side of his nose from this close. The more time that passes, the more that you’re sure that you want him. You’re not drunk by any means, but the alcohol in your system is making you bolder, braver. They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing.

You lean over and place a hand on his knee, your lips just barely hovering next to his ear. “I told you that my place is nearby, right?”

You feel him stiffen under you, and then he pulls away, searching your eyes for something. Permission, maybe. “Are you drunk?”

You shake your head, smiling coyly. “Are you?”

“Not really. I mean, no. I’m not.” He runs a hand through his hair, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “I just don’t want to do something that you’ll regret.”

You tilt your head to one side and you catch the way his eyes lock on to the strap of your dress sliding down your shoulder. “Do you want me, Baekhyun?”

He swallows, then nods, eyes dark. “Yes,” he breathes. “Since the moment I saw — since the moment you got here.”

You slide impossibly closer, practically straddling him in the booth. You lean forward as if to kiss him, but pull away at the last second, ghosting your lips on top of his. “Then take me home,” you whisper.

The next several minutes pass in a blur, as Baekhyun pays the check and leads you out to his car. You give him the short directions to your apartment, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel as he drives. You’re barely aware of anything other than your heart thudding in your ears until you’re both in the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Baekhyun has you pressed against the wall, his lips hurriedly devouring yours.

You let out a whimper against him, your hands seeking somewhere to land and settling on the hair curling at the nape of his neck. He kisses you like a man starved, all scorching and breathless, pulling you closer by your waist. He pulls away as the elevator doors open, chest heaving. You take his hand and lead him down the hallway to your apartment and hurriedly unlock the door. When it clicks shut behind you, he’s on you once more, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, your back pressed against the wall. 

“Fuck,” he groans, and you feel your arousal deep in the pit of your stomach at the sound of his voice. He’s here, he’s actually here, kissing you and minutes away from (hopefully) fucking you. “I don’t — fuck — I don’t think I can control myself.” He presses his forehead against yours, pupils blown and eyes desperate. “Tell me again that you want this.”

“I want this so bad.” You tangle your fingers in his hair. “Please, Baekhyun, I want you.”

“Shit,” he whispers, awestruck. You move to kiss him but he stills. “Wait —” He sighs and steps away. “This isn’t right.”

The rejection stings and you cross your arms in front of you as if it can ward away the pit in your stomach. “What do you mean? You don’t want to?”

“No, I want to.” He looks guilty all of a sudden, not able to meet your eyes. “I want it really badly and I guess that’s… kind of the problem?” He runs a hand through his hair, already messy from where you’ve pulled it. “Look, I’ve… pretty much had a thing for you since I started watching you, and it wasn’t like… totally innocent.” He huffs, turning pink. “I guess I’m just saying that I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and you seem really nice, genuinely, and I don’t want to… corrupt you?”

“Corrupt me? Baekhyun…” You raise an eyebrow. “You know I’m a grown woman, right?”

He throws his hands up, spluttering. “Yes, I know that! But your whole thing with the cozy games and the pink everything and… you know.” He sighs. “I guess I just don’t want to scare you with how badly I want what I want.”

You shake your head, smiling at him reassuringly. “You won’t. And since we’re admitting things to each other…” You steel yourself, the words dying on your tongue. Baekhyun looks at you expectantly, still slightly on guard but starting to relax. Fuck it. “I know that you’re Baek100.”

Now Baekhyun flushes bright red.

“What the fuck?!”

“It was before we ever met, I swear!” You hug your arms around yourself tighter. “I’ve been listening to your… audios for a while. Months. The raffle was truly random and I didn’t know who you were until we spoke. So really, I should be the one apologizing because I asked you out knowing who you were without telling you.”

Baekhyun stares at you like you’ve grown a second head, stunned into complete silence. “So now that you know,” you continue, “you should also know that since I’m into that and I’m into you that you can’t scare me with anything that you possibly could want to do to me right now.”

He blinks, then puts his head in his hands. For a moment, you think that you truly fucked it up, that he’s seconds away from turning around and leaving you, probably going to delete his account and tell everyone that you’re a fucking freak (goodbye streaming career). He groans loudly. “How the fuck am I about to have sex with the hottest fucking woman alive right now?”

A laugh bubbles up out of your throat. “So we’re still about to have sex?”

He peeks at you between his fingers. “Obviously?”

You reach out and grab his wrists, gently pulling him towards you. “Then why don’t you continue what you were doing then?” you murmur, pressing your lips against his. It starts out a little awkwardly, then sweetly before he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He presses you against the wall, slotting his knee between your thighs as he leaves bites down the length of your neck. 

“Do you touch yourself listening to me?” he asks.

“Yes,” you whisper. The admission feels like a release on its own and you shudder against him. “Ever since I saw your face I’ve been picturing you, too.”

Baekhyun bites down harder at that, earning a yelp. “Funny, because ever since I started making those stupid things I only ever thought of you.” Your hips buck up, grinding against his leg and he squeezes your ass hard in response. “Which ones were your favorite? The ones where I’m nice and sweet? Or the ones where I call you a slut and fuck you until you cry?” The whimper you let out is an answer enough and he chuckles. “So you like being degraded? Who knew that under that cute persona you were getting off to the idea of being my fucktoy.”

He gets down on his knees in front of you and reaches underneath your dress, sliding your panties down. He coaxes one of your legs over his shoulder and bunches the hem of your dress around your hips, pressing a kiss to your aching clit. 

“You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this. I’m serious. All those things I said all those times, they were always about you.” He brushes a finger in between your folds and he swears under his breath. “You’re so wet, fuck.” He slips two fingers inside of you as his lips latch onto your clit and sucks.

“Fuck!” you cry out, grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back, the pleasure sudden and overwhelming, overtaking you. He alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking your clit, his fingers steadily pumping into you. He curls them and you sob, trying to pull away from the intensity to no avail. 

Baekhyun grips your hip hard with his free hand. “Don’t run away from me now,” he murmurs, continuing to thrust his fingers into you. “I thought you wanted this so bad.” And fuck, you can’t help but think that the sweet boy over Instagram DMs is gone now, replaced by the voice that you’ve cum to countless times. All those nights alone in your room, stifling your moans, to this, the same man now coaxing them out of you with his words, his fingers, his tongue.

“Baek, I’m gonna —” He’s off of you in an instant, pulling his fingers out of you. The buildup of your orgasm withers away, unsatisfying and empty. You whine, trying to push his face back against you but he pulls your hand off of his hair. 

“Not yet, angel,” he says, standing up. His lips are wet and shiny with you. “I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.” 

“I wanna taste you first,” you whisper, before sinking to your knees in front of him. He exhales softly when you undo his belt, hisses when you free his cock and suck lightly on the tip, the salty tang of his precum on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks and sink down lower, taking the rest with your hand, coating his cock with your spit. 

Baekhyun’s eyes flutter closed and he tips his head back, his jaw slack, soft pants leaving his mouth. He looks down at you and groans when your eyes meet. “You look so fucking good like this.” He rests his hand on your cheek. “You look like you belong there.” You moan around his length and reach for his wrist, placing his hand on top of your head. His eyes widen in understanding. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”

He holds your head in place as he rocks into your mouth, gingerly at first but gathering strength with each stroke. You focus on breathing steadily through your nose, looking up at him even as your vision goes watery. He grunts when the tip brushes the back of your throat, making you gag. “So sloppy,” he murmurs. “You’re drooling all over yourself.” 

The wet sounds of Baekhyun’s cock sliding into your mouth and the heavy weight of it on your tongue go straight to your core, and you can’t help but to rub light circles on your clit with your fingers. He pulls out of you abruptly and slaps your cheek with his cock, leaving a trail of spit and precum on your skin. “Uh, uh, stop that,” he commands. “Or I’m leaving right now.”

You whine and cease touching yourself, resting your hand on your thigh. He cups your chin in his hand. “Good girl. Now show me where the bedroom is.” You start to stand but he holds you in place. “I didn’t say to get up. I think you can get there just fine on all fours.” 

You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat, and his gaze softens. He crouches down in front of you. “Too much?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You shake your head. “I think I’m just so turned on I froze for a second.”

Baekhyun grins at you, a real smile, and your heart tumbles for a second. But just as quick as the moment happened, it passes, and he stands up again. “Get on with it then.”

You lead him to the bedroom on all fours, your ears burning from embarrassment. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror as you pass it — makeup runny, hair disheveled, spit running down your chin. The straps of your dress fallen past your shoulders, exposing the top of your breasts. Baekhyun follows closely behind you, and you can feel his eyes devouring your body hungrily. “Fucking look at yourself. Have you ever done this before? Ever crawled on your hands and knees for dick?”

“N-no,” you whimper. 

He barks out a laugh. “You probably love this. You love having me tell you what to do and then you just do it. Mindless cock-hungry slut. Those assholes in your chat would fucking lose it if they knew just how quick you got on your knees for me.” His words leave you breathless, dizzy and shaky with need. 

You reach the bedroom and he opens the door for you. Somewhere along the way, he had discarded his remaining clothing, revealing his toned chest and the long, long lines of his broad shoulders. You wait for him at the foot of the bed, watching as he takes in your room. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you and seen your bed in the background and wondered what you would look like getting fucked on it?” Baekhyun says. “I used to feel so bad thinking about you like that, but the whole time you were thinking about me like that.” He laughs to himself in disbelief. “Un-fucking-believable.”

“Please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, Baekhyun. I can’t take it anymore.”

He hums, as if considering it. “Take off your clothes.” His eyes are glued to your body as you shrug off your dress, the fabric hitting the floor with a quiet thud. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He takes you in his arms and kisses you, hands roaming your body appreciatively. “Condom?” he murmurs against your lips.

“I — um — I’m on the pill,” you admit. “So we don’t… have to…”

Baekhyun stares at you, eyes wide, his dominant persona cracking for a second. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You stroke his cock once, relishing in the way his hips pulse forward. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

His eyes flutter shut for a moment, a groan leaving his lips. He spins you around and lightly shoves you onto the bed, coaxing you onto all fours for him. You feel the mattress dip when he joins you, brushing the tip of his cock in your folds. “Can’t you beg for me a little more, angel? It’s unfair that you’ve been listening to me for so long and this is my first time hearing you.”

“Please,” you moan brokenly. You try to fuck yourself back onto him but he holds you in place with one steady hand on your hip.

“Please what?” He smacks your ass cheek sharply, your back bowing under the sting. “Be more specific.”

“Please fuck me. I want your cock in me, I want to cum.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans, squeezing your ass one last time before sliding home. He waits, hips flush against yours to give you a second to breathe, before snapping into you again and again, setting a brutal pace. The force of it immediately shunts you forward, and you just barely brace yourself before your face hits the pillows.

Baekhyun moans, leaning forward to place a hand on the back of your neck. Not hard enough to restrict your airflow, but with just enough pressure to keep you in place. “Fuck — your pussy feels so fucking good, baby. You’re so wet, shit.”

A symphony of moans pours from your mouth, unbridled and shameless. Even as your arms give out under you and your face hits the pillows, he makes sure your head is turned to the side so your sounds remain unmuffled. “Let me hear you,” he grunts, delivering another sharp slap to your ass. “Tell everyone in this building just how good you’re getting fucked.”

“Baek —” You try your best to keep up with his pace, fucking backwards onto him, but it’s just too much — the buildup from all night, the pleasure from all sides, even just the knowledge that you’re living out your fantasy right here in your bed. It’s all too much all at once, and you feel yourself about to tip over the edge, clenching around Baekhyun’s cock.

He pulls out, ignoring your sob of protest. He flips you over on your back and you quiver under him, hips bucking up and searching for something, anything, to help you reach your peak. You feel the tears flowing freely now, running down your cheeks and onto the sheets below. He pouts, teasing and mean, his thumb brushing the tears away.

“Don’t cry, angel,” he coos. “I got you.”

“I want to cum,” you wail. “Please, fuck.”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth, salty from your tears. “Soon,” he promises, kissing your forehead as he slides back inside your aching cunt. “Just give me a little more, gorgeous.” 

You’re thoughtless now, the need for release being the only thing on your mind as Baekhyun fucks into you mercilessly. His eyes are screwed shut in concentration, sweat beading on his temples, his chrome necklace swinging above you in time with his thrusts. You grab onto his shoulders, because if you don’t, you fear that you’ll lose yourself entirely, disintegrating into a puddle of overwhelming pleasure. 

“How badly do you want to cum?” he grunts. 

“I need it so bad,” you babble, unseeing. “Please, I’ve been good, I’ve been so fucking good for you.”

“Yes, baby, you have.” He plants his hands on either side of your waist and pounds into you, the corners of his lips curving upwards when you cry out even louder. “Cum for me, angel. Cum all over me.”

As if your body is wired to obey him, you cum, your back arching off the bed. Your movements have a mind of their own as you writhe against him, screaming as you splinter into infinite pieces. It feels so good, so fucking good after so long, you let yourself dissolve into bliss as your senses turn to static.

Distantly, you feel Baekhyun pulling out and you have half a mind to ask where he’s going before your thighs are being pushed apart. His mouth descends on your messy cunt, lapping up your wetness with renewed hunger.

“Baekhyun.” Your voice sounds foreign even to you, cracked and hoarse. You weakly raise a hand to halfheartedly push him away but he pins your wrist to your side, delving his tongue inside your pussy. “Baek, I can’t — fuck  —”

“You can,” he says, slipping two fingers inside you, immediately finding that spot that makes you shake. “You look so good cumming, I want to see it again. Can’t you cum for me again, sweetheart?” 

He pumps his fingers inside of you until you cum again, clamping your thighs around his head, the waves overtaking you until you’re sobbing. He climbs back on top of you and sinks into your aching, sore pussy, silencing your whimper with his lips. You twitch against him, the overstimulation taking you over. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, brushing your damp hair off of your forehead. His thrusts are slower now, but deep, burying himself all the way inside of you before sliding back out again. The sound of it is filthy and raw, your thighs damp with your wetness, spilling out each time he retreats. “My angel.”

You reach up and urge him downwards, tucking his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m yours,” you choke out. “I’m yours, Baek.”

He moans, guttural and needy, slamming into you once more. “Say that again, fuck, baby, please.”

“I’m all yours,” you breathe. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. “And you’re mine.”

He keens once and then he’s gone, rutting into you frantically as he bites down on your shoulder. His pace stutters, erratic, spilling inside of you. He continues to fuck you through it, shaking, his cum splattering between your thighs. “Yours,” he whispers. “I’m yours.”

You cool down against each other, trying to find the will and strength to compose yourself. Your body has other ideas, sinking against the mattress underneath Baekhyun’s weight. He props himself up to look at you, his eyes gentle. He kisses you once, twice.

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hey, yourself,” you reply, smiling at him.

He pulls out, both of you wincing at the ache. You can’t help but feel the edges of sleep creeping in, your body exhausted. He brushes his thumb against your cheek. “I’ll clean up,” he whispers. “Get some sleep.”

And again, as if your body is wired to obey, your eyes flutter shut.

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You wake up alone, cold and sore.

You think for a second that maybe you dreamed it all, but the slight stickiness between your thighs and the used tissues in the trash can next to your bed say otherwise. You reach for your phone and there’s no new messages except for a check in from Selina.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You sit up, trying to blink the sleep away from your eyes as you open your messages with Baekhyun. He hasn’t blocked you, so that’s good, but he hasn’t said anything either. Surely he wouldn’t… ghost, right? You feel the sting of tears pricking behind your eyes, and you take a couple of deep breaths to steel yourself. 

You hear your front door clicking open and you wipe a couple of stray tears from your face. Thank God, you and Selina can get some food and talk shit and forget this whole thing ever happened. But then you hear his hushed voice, just barely audible from outside your closed bedroom door.

“Yes, I’m doing it right now.” A pause. “I really hope so.” Another pause, and then a huff of laughter. “Okay, I’ll let you get back to work. Thanks, Kyungsoo.” The sound of footsteps leads up to your door and then it swings open gently. 

“Oh, you’re awake!” Baekhyun smiles warmly at you and holds up a paper bag and a drink carrier with two iced coffees. “I ordered breakfast.” He sets the items down on your nightstand and sits next to you. He’s wearing last night’s slightly wrinkled clothes and his hair looks haphazardly kept, like he just frantically brushed his fingers through it, but he still looks handsome as ever. He reaches for your hand and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. “I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he admits sheepishly. “So one of the coffees is sweet and the other’s plain, and one of the pastries is sweet and the other is savory.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him, but it drops when a thought occurs to you. “How did you get back in the apartment?”

“I might have, well —” He winces slightly. “I might have left the door unlocked when I went downstairs to pick up the order?”

“Baekhyun.”

“I was only gone for like five minutes, I swear! Besides, if anyone broke in I could handle it. I have a black belt in hapkido, you know.”

You snort, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He gazes at you with such fondness for a second that it takes your breath away. The expression quickly morphs into one of concern. “I wanted to check and make sure that you’re okay after last night. I’m sorry, I know that I got a little carried away.”

“No, I liked it a lot.” Your ears grow hot at the memories. “Honestly, that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh!” Baekhyun’s cheeks turn pink. “Well… I’m glad. Same — same for me.”

You settle into comfortable silence for a few beats, Baekhyun absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of your hand, before he says what’s on both of your minds. “So, what happens now?”

“Well… I really want to see you again,” you say, smiling softly. “I really like you, Baekhyun. And last night was incredible but I also want to get to know you outside of… situations like last night.”

“I agree,” he replies. He then sighs lightheartedly. “As hard as it’ll be for me to keep my hands to myself, I agree.”

You smack his hand lightly and he yelps. He pouts at you until you kiss it away, smiling against your lips. You both have to stop yourselves before the kiss goes any further, but, you note with a bit of exasperation and glee, that it takes the both of you considerable conscious effort to do so.

“By the way,” Baekhyun says, “Since we’re gonna start seeing each other, I’ll delete the account.”

Your eyebrows knit together in concern. “Oh. I do appreciate it but I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to.” He grins cheekily. “I only ever wanted it to be for you, anyways.” 

You hum in thought, and then nod. “Okay. But on one condition.”

“Anything, angel.”

You can’t help the grin that forms on your lips. “You have to make some private recordings. Just for me.”

Baekhyun laughs, like windchimes on a sunny day. When he beams at you it’s as if the sky opens up, bathing you in his warmth. He kisses you one last time, sealing his promise. “Deal.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

man. i have no excuse for this. for real. lmaoooo

thank u to everyone who encouraged this. i hope it met ur expectations <3

tagging: @idkwhatthisisfuck @lovecomesbaek @bmbidoll @madeinmyeon @baekhyunsbestie

Your cheeks warm at how forward he is, but you would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy it. The speed at which your relationship with Baekhyun was blossoming was a little on the faster side, but how could you help it when he was just so charming? From your first dating app messages a few months ago, to your first real meeting at a boba shop, to when he asked you to be exclusive two dates ago, Baekhyun has been effortlessly endearing and earnest about his feelings for you. There was still some nervous energy that comes with being in a new relationship, but being with him felt so easy and comforting. 

“Oh, before I forget,” Baekhyun pulls away. “Do you still have my glasses?”

“Yeah, they’re in my nightstand drawer. You can go ahead and look for them, I’m gonna pick an outfit for tonight.” You get off the bed and head for your closet, searching through your clothes for something cute but comfortable. You hear Baekhyun behind you shuffling through the drawer when he suddenly exclaims, “Oh!”

You whirl around to see him grinning mischievously, but the pink tinge of his ears gives away his flustered state. “What’s this?” To your horror, he removes your vibrator from your nightstand drawer.

Your eyes widen and you lunge at him, scrambling to get your toy out of his hands. He just giggles and hides it away from you, stashing it behind his back. “Wait - please, can I just look at it?”

“Why?” you whine, crossing your arms. 

“Because,” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I’ve never seen a vibrator before, I dunno. It’s fascinating.”

You turn your head to the side, looking up at his pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Okay, fine,” you mutter.

He actually beams at you, the little shit, and begins to inspect your vibrator. “How often do you use it?” He clicks it on and his eyes widen. “Whoa! This is pretty strong.”

“I use it like, like twice a week? I don’t really keep a masturbation log, you know. There’s different settings on it too.”

Baekhyun clicks through the different strengths and vibration patterns, making exclamations and commentary along the way. “It’s just cool to me,” he says after several seconds of oohing and aahing. “Y’know with me I just…” He makes a jerking motion with his hand. “I don’t get any of this cool technology.”

“Alright, great, have you had your fun yet?” you ask. You make a swipe for it but he moves his hand out of the way.

“Not yet. Why don’t you show me how you use it?”

And oh, how the atmosphere in the room immediately shifts. 

You get on the bed and stare at him, feeling your cheeks heat up as his eyes rove your body shamelessly. “I wanna know what you’re like when you’re making yourself feel good,” he says softly, handing you the toy. “Please?”

You shudder at his tone, all sweet and pleading. How could you possibly say no to that? You settle back against the pillows, spreading your legs under his heady gaze. Slowly, you place the tip of your vibrator on top of your clothed clit. You turn it on the lowest setting and sigh, arching into the touch. 

Baekhyun’s gaze is smoldering, watching as your breath hitches and your hips rise to meet the toy, chasing after the stimulation. He looks like he’s studying, taking mental notes on every way you maneuver the object. “Wow,” he whispers. “Can I try?”

You let him grab the vibrator’s handle and shut your eyes as he moves it down over your hole and back up to your clit, experimenting with moving it around and applying pressure to different areas. You gasp when he presses down on a particularly sensitive area, instinctively closing your legs. He gently pushes your thighs apart. 

“Look at me, baby.” You meet his eyes, hungry and full of desire. “You look so perfect like this. Do you think about me when you use this?” 

You nod, crying out when he applies more pressure to your clit. “I wanna hear you say it,” he murmurs. 

“I think about you,” you sigh. “I’ve been… thinking about our last date.”

He smirks, no doubt remembering how the two of you made out in his car, both tipsy from the drinks you shared, ending with his fingers deep in your pussy and your hand wrapped around his cock. It was the furthest you two had gone so far, and it was all you had been able to think about once you crawled under your sheets every night since, the memory of feeling him shudder against you as he came echoing in your mind. “Yeah? You want that again?”

You shake your head. “I don’t care what we do, I just want you.”

Baekhyun slips off your shorts and underwear, placing the vibrator directly onto your swollen clit. You cry out, fisting the sheets under you for support. It feels so much more intense without clothes in the way and you feel so exposed, the way he drinks in the sight of you quivering underneath him greedily, like he’s committing the image to memory. “So beautiful,” he breathes. “I wanna see you cum like this. Make you cum with just the toy.”

“Baek,” you plead. “Touch me, please.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Not yet, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

And fuck, his words make you gasp, back arching as your orgasm rapidly approaches, building deep inside of you. He notices your reaction and presses the vibrator steadily against your clit. “Oh? You like that, hm? You liked being called a good girl, doing what you’re told just because I said so?” He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Then why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” 

Your orgasm crashes into you and you cry out, grabbing onto his arm to try and keep yourself grounded. Baekhyun rubs soothing circles onto your thigh as you come down but makes no move to stop the vibrator. Instead, to your bewilderment, he clicks it up one setting higher.

“Fuck!” Your voice is ragged as you yell, writhing underneath him. He lays his arm on your hips in an effort to get you to stay still. “Fuck, Baek, I can’t, I just came - ”

“Do you want to stop?” he mutters. When you shake your head with a whimper, he inserts the toy into your dripping cunt, fucking you with it. You’re grateful that he’s giving your poor clit a break, but the buzzing feels torturous coming from deep within your sensitive pussy. You’re incoherent, babbling pleas and moans and you don’t know if you’re begging for more or for less. And all the while, Baekhyun fucks you steadily through it, gaze locked onto your entrance as it sucks the toy in.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he coos. “Do you like it that much?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Please, Baek, kiss me, touch me, something.”

He chuckles, leaning down to meet your lips in a searing kiss. It’s all bite and desperation, with none of the sweetness from your makeout session just half an hour ago. He moans against your lips like he’s the one being pleasured, like he’s the one so fucked out he can barely think. “Mine,” he growls against your lips, thrusting the toy into you faster, harder. “I’m the only one that can make you feel like this.”

His sudden possessiveness brings about your second orgasm, clenching around the vibrator as you see stars. Lightheaded and spent, you distantly feel the toy being pulled out of you, and a soft click followed by silence. Then, there’s Baekhyun, cradling your head and gazing at you with adoring eyes. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your chin. “You did so good,” he whispers. “My good girl, my perfect girl.” 

You feel his clothed erection pressed against your thigh when he shifts against you, and despite it all, you feel the flickering of desire already stirring inside of you. “Baek,” you say softly. “Fuck me?”

He looks at you with wide, concerned eyes. “Are you sure? We don’t have to if it’s too much - ”

You silence him with a kiss, already undoing the button of his jeans. He inhales sharply, fingers scrambling to help you, shoving his pants off hastily. His cock is rock hard, leaking precum at the tip, and under different circumstances, when you’re not completely fucked out of your mind, you would have wanted to take it into your mouth and let him fuck your face until he came. 

That train of thought is silenced when Baekhyun rolls a condom on and positions himself on top of you. He kisses you reassuringly. “Tell me if it’s too much, I’m serious,” he says, brushing the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I can stop at any time, just - ”

“Fuck me, please, I need it,” you beg. “Please fuck me.”

His eyes are burning with desire as he slowly inserts himself into you. You wince at the sensitivity while he moans shakily, searching your face for any sign of too much discomfort. He rubs soothing circles into your hip and waits for you to adjust.

“I’m fine,” you whimper. “Please move.”

At the first thrust he lets out a desperate groan, eyes fluttering shut as he starts to fuck you. “You feel so fucking good, shit.” He buries his face into your neck. “I’m not gonna last long.”

You thread your fingers through the strands of his hair, damp with sweat. “It’s okay,” you reply, “Want you to cum too.”

He moans brokenly at that, snapping his hips into you at a steady pace. You hold him close to you, carding your fingers through his hair. At a particularly deep thrust, you accidentally tug at the strands and he keens. He props himself up and grabs your hips, holding you down firmly as he buries himself inside of you over and over, moans and pants tumbling out of his mouth. With the brutal pace he sets, it doesn’t take long until you’re coming again with a cry, back arching into him, pussy clenching around his cock. His pace stutters and he cums with a groan, head thrown back and lips parted. 

Baekhyun collapses on top of you and for several moments there’s just silence as the two of you try to catch your breath. He’s first to move, looking up at you with spent, satisfied eyes. “I love when we go out, but would you be opposed to taking a rain check on our date and just spending the rest of the night here?”

“I’m good with that,” you reply, sighing. You can feel your body sinking into the mattress, and you can’t even imagine having to get up and be in public right now. “I can’t believe it took us this long to have sex.”

“You’re telling me,” he snorts. “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw your picture - ow!” He rubs the side of his head where you just lightly smacked him.

“So perverted. I bet you found your glasses right away and you decided to go digging in my drawer just to see if I had any sex toys in there anyways.”

His cheeks flush a deep red and he looks away, pursing his lips in feigned innocence. Caught red handed. “I knew it!”

Baekhyun just grins cheekily. “I mean… you definitely benefited from my snooping, right?”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “You have to pick up dinner to pay for your sins.”

“Fine, fine. Anything for you.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: did someone order a new couple that is still learning about each other's bodies and so every act of intimacy is an act of learning, learning what turns them on, what makes them feel good, what makes them completely fall apart? oh, no one? oh. my bad.

“What you looking at?”

And there he was again. Byun pain-in-the-ass Baekhyun, locating and bothering you even within the sacred silence of the library.

“Not you, clearly,” you shot back, ignoring him as you stretched to reach a book lodged high on the upper shelf, straining onto your tiptoes.

Before you could try again, he easily held it up, inspecting the cover with mock seriousness, and positioning himself right behind you. “Science? Are you Cleopatra?” his voice was a low, amused murmur.

“She wasn’t a physicist, idiot,” you snapped, swiftly snatching the book out of his grip. You clutched it protectively. “Why don’t you bother someone else?”

Baekhyun merely grinned, leaning in just enough to be exactly annoying. “I don’t want that. Actually, I have a proposition for you, brains.”

“I told you I’m not helping you cheat,” you firmly countered, taking a deliberate step back. 

You kept a careful distance; he had been a constant shadow all month, relentlessly trying to charm you into helping him salvage his disastrous grades.

“Cheat? Ouch. I was thinking about being a study partner. You could teach me. I could... motivate you,” Baekhyun purred, giving you a dazzling smile that was half the reason you knew you needed to keep your guard up.

Baekhyun was clearly throwing his year down the drain, and though he never admitted it, you knew his parents would absolutely lose it if he failed. He simply deployed his charms as his primary tactic for getting close.

When you turned, determined to escape, and reached for the main door, you twisted the handle—and it wouldn’t budge. Panic tightened in your chest as you rattled it again, but it was definitely locked.

Baekhyun noticed your distress and tried it himself, pulling and shoving. “Locked? Seriously? Shit… it’s lunch break!”

“Great,” you muttered. “Just what I needed. Quality time with the campus disaster.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled,” he joked, though his expression had sobered slightly as he realized their predicament. “Looks like... we’re having a study session after all.”

You let out a deep, dramatic sigh and resignedly walked toward the cluster of study rooms. And Baekhyun? He followed you like a well-trained puppy, trailing your every step.

“See?” He sounded entirely cheerful for a person trapped against his will. “Fate wants us to spend time together. It’s written in the stars.”

“It’s written that I have an exam next week and you’re failing it,” you countered, refusing to meet his eyes.

Baekhyun ignored your sarcasm and simply flashed one of his stupidly charming smiles, the kind that made his eyes crinkle and the kind that you privately had to admit you kinda liked.

“Come on. Just one hour. I’ll buy you coffee later. Or,” he paused, his voice dropping slightly, “I could pay you back in real personalized favors.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, pivoting sharply to face him. His eyes were wide and held a genuine, unmistakable challenge.

“Absolutely not!” you hissed, your tone sharper than necessary. The sudden image the offer conjured in your mind made your heart immediately thump a little too hard against your ribs. “I’m not your tutor, and I’m definitely not getting involved in whatever that means,” you finalized, clutching the science book tighter, using it as a shield.

Baekhyun merely chuckled, a low, pleased sound. “Whatever you say, doll. But you walked straight toward the quietest corner. You sure you’re keeping your distance?”

The initial twenty minutes of the study session were, predictably, a complete mess. Baekhyun kept fiddling with his pen, humming slightly off-key, and peppering you with non-science-related observations.

“Focus!” you commanded, gently pushing his shoulder away.

But then, something shifted. When you pulled out a diagram of cellular respiration, Baekhyun settled down. He pushed his charm aside and genuinely tried his best. He took meticulous notes, his handwriting surprisingly neat, and he asked thoughtful, specific questions about everything he doubted. He didn’t just want the answers; he wanted to understand.

That commitment instantly dissolved your usual irritation into a strange kind of respect. You found yourself explaining complex processes with genuine patience, and soon, you were falling into a natural rhythm.

Baekhyun couldn’t resist a few attempts at his usual humor, though.

“So, the mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell, and I’m the powerhouse of this relationship,” he announced proudly.

You sighed, ready to shut him down, but the earnestness in his effort mixed with the ridiculous line caught you off guard. Without realizing it, you heard a laugh escape you—an unguarded sound—at his relentless, stupid flirts.

Baekhyun instantly noticed the softening of your gaze, the unexpected laugh, and, of course, he seized the opportunity. His charm intensified, becoming thicker, more direct.

He dropped his pen and leaned in. His eyes, now closer than before, held a wicked delight. “See? I knew you couldn’t resist me," he whispered, clearly loving the defiance that was slightly fighting in your gaze.

Baekhyun moved impossibly closer, closing the last sliver of distance between your faces. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and before you could muster a protest or formulate a logical reason to pull away, he kissed you. It was a quick, confident press, a test, as if he expected you to recoil.

But you kissed him back.

The moment your lips moved, something in Baekhyun snapped into focus. All his senses seemed to activate at once. The tentative test was replaced by something demanding and immediate. His hand instantly found the back of your head, tilting your chin as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer.

With a smooth, swift motion, he maneuvered your body, lifting you to sit on the edge of the study table. He planted himself between your knees, and his warm touch traced up your thighs beneath your skirt, sending a sharp jolt of awareness through you.

A fleeting sliver of rationality cut through the haze. You pulled back slightly, breath catching. “Someone could come in,” you managed to whisper, your eyes darting toward the glass pane of the study room door.

Baekhyun didn’t pull away completely; he just rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm and uneven. “Fifteen minutes until Miss Pierce came back,” he murmured, his voice husky.

“Baek…” you breathed out, trying to fight the fierce, consuming urge that his touch ignited.

His lips, addictively sweet and soft, captured yours again. With that one, focused kiss, the last of your worries left your body and mind. You tightened your grip, wrapping your arms securely around his neck, pulling him down, closer, deeper into the moment.

Baekhyun pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze heavy and possessive. “Fifteen minutes,” he promised.

“Ten,” you managed to gasp, setting an absurd, useless boundary.

Baekhyun grinned, a knowing, predatory flash. “I can do it in five.”

Your skirt was lifted in a quick, deliberate rush, and his fingers immediately slid beneath your panties. Before you could even register the chill of the air, Baekhyun had positioned himself firmly between your legs.

His mouth was warm, hungry, and demanding, finding and then claiming your pussy with a focused intensity that nobody else ever had. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. You couldn’t stifle the reaction; a soft, raw moan escaped your throat. You bit down hard on your lower lip to silence yourself, your fingers tangling desperately in his hair. In that hurried, thrilling moment, you felt utterly, completely wanted.

Baekhyun’s breathing grew labored against the soft skin of your inner thigh, and every time you cried out a low sound, he answered with a possessive murmur against your cunt. “You taste so good,” his voice muffled by the intimate proximity. “Fuck—”

Baekhyun slid two slick fingers deep inside you, complementing the action of his mouth. The sudden, internal fullness and stretch, combined with the hot, insistent pressure of his tongue against your clit, heightened the exquisite pressure to an almost unbearable degree, making you gasp. You could feel his fingers flexing, finding the exact point that made your hips buck on the cool table.

You arched against him, the raw, exquisite sensation making the table feel cold beneath your thighs, yet your center burned with an internal, frantic heat. “Baek—” you gasped, the sound ragged, a plea. You pressed your hips down, desperately craving the intense friction and suction he was delivering.

Baekhyun chuckled, a husky, satisfied sound deep in his chest. He slightly shifted his angle, maximizing the pressure of his tongue and fingers simultaneously. “It feels good, doll?”

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “Hhm, faster,” you whispered, your voice raw with need, shaking. “Please, Baekhyun—Don’t stop!”

Baekhyun groaned in pleasure, answering your demand instantly, his movements becoming quicker, deeper, more consuming, leaving you no space for thought. “God—I love that sound,” he confessed, his words laced with genuine adoration. “Let me hear it.”

He pressed his thumb down firmly, and you cried out a sharp, unrestrained sound. At the same time, he was lapping you up, letting your juices slide down his chin.

“That’s it,” he praised, moving his fingers and mouth with frantic precision. “Don’t hold back, pretty.”

You felt yourself spiraling, the world narrowing to the fervent warmth of his mouth, the insistent pleasure of his fingers, and the possessive grip of his hand on your hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look up, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re all mine.”

“Yours,” you choked out when his mouth came back to lapping you up, firm, possessive, hungry.

You couldn’t form any more words; all you could do was tighten your legs around his head and give in to the overwhelming wave that suddenly crashed over you. The release was potent, rocking your entire body with a sweet violence as you cried out Baekhyun’s name, burying your face in your hands, feeling every last bit of that built-up tension explode from you.

Baekhyun didn’t stop until your tremors began to subside, gently kissing your inner thigh before slowly lifting his head. He withdrew his fingers and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips curving into a smug, victorious smile.

He rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathless, staring into each other’s hazy eyes. “See?” Baekhyun finally whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Five minutes was enough.”

He kissed you deeply, this time with a consuming tenderness that held none of the previous demand. His fingers worked swiftly and efficiently, gently sliding your panties back up to their proper place beneath your skirt. He smoothed down the fabric, fixing what he had so passionately disarranged.

Baekhyun broke the kiss only to press his lips to your neck, murmuring against your skin, “No,” he corrected himself. “I need more of you.”

You pushed gently against his chest, finally creating a small space, needing to breathe and process the whirlwind. You were agitated, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I’d lost my mind,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t believe I just did that with the biggest fuckboy on campus.”

Baekhyun laughed softly—a low sound that was both rueful and deeply pleased. He didn’t deny the reputation. Instead, he leaned in, his focus unwavering.

“Look, I won’t lie. Yeah, I wanna do better in grades. I really do. I need to pass this year,” he said, taking your hand, his thumb stroking your wrist. “But that guy? He’s history. Literally. That’s who I was.” Baekhyun edged closer again. “I stopped going to those parties. I even started getting up early just to catch you, whether it was on the bus, in the hallway, or in whatever ridiculous early routine you had.”

You laughed softly at that, a genuine warmth spreading through your chest. You knew exams had completely killed your sleep and turned you into a nocturnal creature. “My sleep schedule sucks,” you admitted, but the warmth remained. You realized the truth: he had been there, a constant pain in the ass, but undeniably there.

“I really, really like you,” Baekhyun confessed, his voice earnest. “Enough to actually try to be a better student and... a better guy. Enough to stop being a fuckboy or whatever you called me.” He brought your knuckles to his lips. “You’re worth the early mornings.”

“You’re unbelievable, Baekhyun,” you murmured, shaking your head, still processing his words, but the trace of a smile played on your lips.

“I spent a whole month being an idiot just to watch you scowl at me. You have no idea how much I struggle thinking you actually hated me.”

You squeezed his hand. “I didn’t hate you,” you confessed quietly. “I was just trying to keep my distance.”

His eyes lit up with pure relief and victory. “Too late now,” Baekhyun murmured, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re stuck with me now, helping me pass and... whatever else happens when we’re alone.”

“We’ll see about the whatever else part,” you whispered back, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest.

Before you could argue another point, the loud, jarring clack of a deadbolt echoed through the silent library. The main door had been unlocked.

You instinctively froze, your heart rate spiking again, this time with adrenaline. “We have to go,” you hissed, grabbing your abandoned book and backpack from the floor.

Baekhyun didn’t seem panicked; instead, he seemed energized. He quickly gathered his meager notes and his bag, moving with a fluid ease. “Can you help me study tomorrow?” he urged, reaching the study room door just as you did.

“Maybe,” you relented, knowing you had already lost the battle. “But only if you promise to actually look at the equations.”

“Deal,” he agreed, his smile dazzling and victorious. He quickly leaned in and pressed a fast, firm kiss to your forehead.

Baekhyun paused right as he reached the exit, turning back to look at you—not with the half-mean flirtation of the morning, but with genuine tenderness.

“See you tomorrow, love.”

“Love?”

Baekhyun chuckled. “Should I call you girlfriend then?”

“Hey!”

You went to smack his arm in mock annoyance, but he was quicker, deftly dodging your hand and catching your chin instead. Baekhyun landed a quick, firm kiss on your lips—a fast, final claim—before leaving, melting instantly into the flow of returning students.

your throat is hoarse from screaming lyrics you didn’t realize you still knew by heart. your skin’s still buzzing, glitter catching on the collar of your top, sweat drying beneath your skirt.

baekhyun’s concert wasn’t just a show—it was an experience. a sensory overload. the kind that settles into your skin and stays there. the way he moved—fluid and precise, every step pulled straight from muscle memory and instinct—was hypnotic. the way he sang, breathless yet effortless. his visuals? unreal. almost unfair. 

and the way he engaged with the crowd? grinning, teasing, soaking up the screams like sunlight—yeah, that wasn’t just performance. that was a man doing exactly what he was born to do. an idol in every sense. and it was obvious—he loves it. he lives for it.

and you—loud, radiant, maybe a little too invested—could’ve sworn he looked right at you during woo. his gaze was sweeping, fluid, made to tease, but just for a second… it paused. 

row ten.

pink sequined skirt.

you froze mid-sway, breath caught somewhere between your ribs and your throat, and you didn’t dare blink.

you told yourself it was wishful thinking. that you were just one face in a sea of thousands. but now, stepping out into the night air—still in that same outfit, skin buzzing like it’s holding onto his falsetto—you’re drunk on something more than just concert adrenaline.

your body still vibrates with the bass, your voice is hoarse from shouting lyrics like they were gospel, and your cheeks ache from smiling too hard for too long.

“oh my godddd, meeks, that was fuckin’ insane,” you pant, nearly breathless, practically levitating as you leave the venue.

your best friend, mika, laughs beside you—influencer, 125k+ on the gram, energy like a triple shot of tequila, dressed like the night owes her something. 

“oh, baby,” she purrs, thumb tapping her phone like she’s conjuring magic, “the night’s just getting started.”

her screen flares to life with a flood of unread dms—club logos, kiss emojis, a string of heart-eyes from guys whose names you don’t recognize but probably should. “should we go clubbing?” she offers, eyes glinting. “wanna hit up gravity?”

you hesitate. gravity always spirals. last time, you ended up in a stranger’s penthouse afterwards with three underground rappers and a girl who swore she was hyunjin from le sserafim’s third cousin twice removed.

but fomo’s coded into your dna, and baekhyun’s voice is still ricocheting through your bones. you told yourself you’d say yes to everything tonight. so you do.

you grin, breath catching with the kind of thrill that tastes like trouble.

“fuck it,” you say, two taps away from ordering the uber. “let’s go.”

the club is a blur of lights and bass. you barely make it past the velvet rope before you’re swept inside by the gravity of mika’s orbit.

she knows everyone. the guy at the door daps her up like they grew up together. the bartender winks and sends over a tray of drinks before you even reach the bar. the DJ in the booth flashes her a grin mid-set and changes the track to her favorite remix.

you don’t wait in lines and you never check prices. you exist outside of time when you’re out with her—just a blur of laughter, glitter, and beat drops that rattle your ribcage.

you dance like your heels don’t hurt.

like you didn’t just scream your lungs out at a concert two hours ago.

your skirt swings with every sway of your hips, sequins catching the light like tiny spotlights made just for you.

you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut, drunk on tequila and attention, your friends orbiting you like a constellation of bad choices and even better memories.

you feel pretty—head tilted back, hips swaying, alcohol warming your blood. a random guy tries to flirt and your friend yanks you away with a grin.

“nope,” she says. “we’re keepin’ it mysterious tonight.”

you’re drunk and dizzyo a quarter ‘til midnight when you check your phone and realize you should probably head home.

but then she leans in close and whispers, “wanna hit an afters at the ritz?”

she doesn’t say whose. she never does.

but that’s the thrill of it. the not-knowing. the possibility that tonight hasn’t even peaked yet.

you glance down at your drink—half-melted ice, lipgloss on the rim—and swallow what’s left. you’re sticky with sweat, eyes glassy, lips tingling from salt and lime. 

and yeah, maybe you should go home. but you’re not in the mood to be responsible especially when the night still feels electric.

so you grin, swipe your phone off the table, and say the words you always do when mika’s got that look in her eyes.

the suite looks like it was pulled straight from a luxury travel vlog—sleek, sprawling, and softly lit in golds and shadows.

there’s music playing low—something bassy and expensive, vibrating through marble countertops and plush velvet cushions. a tray of half-finished cocktails glows under the dim, amber light, and bodies are draped across designer furniture like they were born there. heels kicked off. dress shirts half-buttoned. laughter echoing from corners you’re not quite invited into.

you’re crouched near the minibar, pretending to fix the strap of your heel, feigning fascination with the towering bouquet of flowers that probably cost more than your rent, when you spot them—faces you vaguely recognize. not close enough to be certain, but… yeah. you’ve seen them before. maybe at the club earlier tonight. the way they move—relaxed, self-assured, like people who know they’re being watched.

you don’t overthink it. just assume that’s how mika got wind of this afterparty in the first place.

and then—something shifts.

a hum in the atmosphere. like the room just hit pause.

you glance up.

and there he is.

baekhyun.

but not in silk. not in silk or leather or anything made to kill. no stage persona. no spotlight.

just… soft.

he’s near the bar, dressed in an oversized grey hoodie with faded red letters stretched across the front. the collar hangs loose, offering a peek of a plain white tee underneath. a slouchy beanie hugs his head, and strands of bleached blonde hair curl out in fluffy wisps—just messy enough to look real. freshly washed face. no makeup. no filter.

he looks like he just stepped out of a hot shower. glowing, flushed, skin catching the warm golden light like it’s gilding him from within.

he doesn’t see you. not yet. he’s nursing a drink, sleeves pushed to his elbows, shoulders relaxed in that way people get when they’ve finally made it to the other side of a long night.

and then—click.

your eyes flick across the room again. those familiar faces lounging on velvet sectionals, sipping cocktails and laughing like they’ve done this a hundred times before—now you get it.

you hadn’t realized it earlier. hadn’t connected the dots.

but now, with baekhyun standing there—unguarded, undeniably real—it all snaps into place.

this is his afterparty.

those are his people.

you tear your gaze away, forcing your attention to the condensation sliding down a bottle of sparkling water like it suddenly holds the answers to all of life’s questions. anything to keep from staring at the man who just quietly turned your whole night inside out.

you don’t expect him to move—to notice you. definitely not to approach. but he does, of fucking course he does, like the universe just couldn’t resist handing you this plot twist wrapped in cozy grey cotton and freshly washed hair.

“you always this mesmerized by sparkling water?” his voice drifts in from beside you—low, easy, just amused enough to make your pulse trip.

you blink, caught in the act. the bottle suddenly feels like a spotlight. heat crawls up the back of your neck.

“i wasn’t staring,” you blurt, too quick, too defensive—and not at all what he asked.

baekhyun hums, a quiet chuckle under his breath. “didn’t say you were.”

you glance at him—and instantly regret it. he’s even more beautiful up close. skin dewy and flushed from the shower, hoodie soft around his frame, eyes sharp and curious beneath the shadow of his beanie. he smells like detergent and something warmer—clean skin and cologne clinging faintly to the cotton of his hoodie.

“what are you doing at this party, anyway?” you ask, shooting for nonchalant but landing somewhere breathless. “shouldn’t you be off… i don’t know, being famous somewhere?”

he grins—wide and unapologetic. “my team booked out the whole floor,” he says, like it’s the most mundane thing in the world. “so technically, i am where i’m supposed to be.”

you let out a quiet snort. “that’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”

he studies you—really studies you—like he’s trying to file you into a box but hasn’t quite found the right label yet.

“you here with someone?” he asks finally, voice still casual, but there’s a hint of curiosity threading through it now.

“my friend got the invite,” you say, keeping your tone even. “i just tagged along. didn’t even realize whose afterparty it was until…” your eyes flick toward him. “well. until i saw you.”

that earns you his full smile—not the rehearsed kind, but something softer, looser at the edges. whatever guarded suspicion he’d been carrying eases, replaced by a flicker of something else. amusement. maybe interest.

“so you’re not here to corner me for a selfie? no skincare interrogation?” he teases, brows lifting.

you huff a laugh. “i mean, the skin is suspiciously clear. but no.”

his grin tugs wider. he tilts his head, studying you a little longer than necessary. “you were at the show, though… right?”

you pause—then nod. “yeah.”

his eyes drop for a second. “thought so,” he murmurs, voice dipping just enough to make your breath stutter. “that pink skirt’s kinda hard to miss.”

your heart stumbles over itself.

“well,” you manage, “you put on a good show.”

“thanks,” he says, smiling like he means it. “wanna sit? it's quieter over there,” he nods toward a closed off corner of the suite—where the music’s softer, the city’s glittering outside the wide floor-to-ceiling window, and a plush couch waits like it’s part of the plan. 

you blink. “with you?”

he grins. “unless you’re still committed to bonding with that water bottle.”

you settle onto the couch, leaving a polite gap between you—respectful, casual, not too eager.

baekhyun drops down beside you a moment later. easy. relaxed. his knees part just enough to ground him, like he’s done this a hundred times, but somehow doesn’t feel rehearsed.

for a beat, he just sits there, sipping from his glass. then, gently, like he’s not sure if it’s too forward:

“so… what’s your name?”

you tell him.

he nods, eyes flicking down for a second like he’s committing it to memory.

a quiet pause.

then he glances over again, one arm resting along the back of the couch. his fingers drum lightly against the cushion, and there’s a flicker of something playful in his voice.

“do you usually show up at strangers’ after parties, or is tonight a special case?”

you let out a soft laugh. “you’re not exactly a stranger. i’ve seen you shirtless before. on a jumbotron.”

he huffs a small, nose-scrunching laugh. “ah, so we’re skipping introductions and going straight to shared history.”

“basically,” you say, lifting your drink. “we're practically close friends.”

he smiles wider, the boyish kind that starts in his cheeks before it reaches his eyes. “great. and here i am looking like i just rolled outta bed.”

your eyes flick over the hoodie and the slouchy beanie barely hanging onto his bleached hair. “you mean your softboy fit?”

“hey,” he says, mock-wounded. “this is premium downtime aesthetic.”

“sure,” you murmur into your glass. “total heartbreak fit.”

he grins, turns his body slightly toward you, eyes crinkling. “don’t say that like it isn’t working.”

you’re smiling before you even realize it. the banter flows easier than you expected—natural, not forced. and the longer he talks, the more you notice things. like how deep and calm his voice is when he’s not performing. how he pauses before answering, like he actually thinks about his words. how his fingers tap lightly against his glass, how he nods when you talk, really listens.

he starts telling you about this tiny bunsikjeom he swears by back home—some blink-and-you-miss-it shop tucked between a laundromat and a vet clinic. he goes on about how their tteokbokki is the best and how the ajumma there hates him, like genuinely scowls whenever he walks in.

“i always order, like, five portions of odeng. just for me,” he says, eyes wide, hands gesturing like this is life-or-death. “and she always yells, like—‘yah! save some for other people!’ but then she gives me extra anyway. she pretends she’s mad, but she totally likes me.”

he grins, ducking his head a little. “i think she worries i don’t eat enough.”

you raise a brow. “you’re ordering five skewers and she still thinks you’re starving?”

“exactly,” he says, mock-offended. 

you ask if fame ever gets lonely. he doesn’t dodge it.

“yeah, sometimes,” he admits. “but i’m used to being alone. i think i’m better at being with people now, though. or... the right people.”

you blink at that. it’s quieter than the rest of the conversation. unpolished. a little vulnerable.

and it hits you—he’s nothing like the stage version of himself. not the flirty idol who winks at cameras or sings with syrup in his voice. he’s calmer. sharper. grounded.

even the way he drinks feels different. slow. deliberate. not for show, just... because he’s thirsty.

you look at him again. really look.

and for a moment, you just sit with it. the quiet between you, the city glowing beyond the glass, the weight of something undeniably real blooming beneath the surface.

you don’t speak. you don’t need to.

because somewhere between the last laugh and the next sip of tequila, time starts to slip. the minutes blur, slow and easy, like the night’s decided not to rush. you’re both tipsy now—flushed, relaxed, limbs loose. the music plays soft in the background, and the suite glows warm and golden, like dusk frozen in place. it feels quiet. suspended. like everything outside of this cozy little corner of the suite has been paused.

he’s charming, but not in the curated way you expected. 

it feels private—like he’s peeling himself back one layer at a time just for you. less idol, more man. his voice is low, his stories surprisingly unfiltered, and he’s funny—actually funny, not just media-trained clever.

you find yourself leaning in before you realize it, pulled toward the gravity of his presence like he’s something your body already knew how to orbit.

he smells like warm skin and sugared spice—notes of something expensive laced with the earthy ache of man. every time he shifts, you catch more of it, and it’s dizzying.

you weren’t prepared for this. for him.

genuine. confident in a way that doesn’t beg for attention. grounded, but just enough ego to be dangerous.

not the distant, idolized version of baekhyun the internet likes to dissect in thinkpieces and fancams.

this version is real. present. and somehow even more disarming.

“so,” he says, glancing sideways, “tell me something that’s not small talk.”

his voice is low, unhurried.

you blink. “what, like… my credit card number?”

you smile, finally letting your shoulders drop a little. “okay, fine. i always cry during the last twenty minutes of ratatouille.”

baekhyun turns to face you more fully, brows lifting. “what gets you? the rat’s speech?”

“no, it wasn’t remy,” you say with a scoff, nudging his knee lightly. “his name is remy, first of all.”

he laughs—really laughs—and the sound curls warm in your chest. “ah, my bad. remy,” he echoes, grinning. “go on.”

you exhale, letting your gaze drift toward the glowing skyline beyond the glass. “it was the critic’s review. that part at the end where he talks about discovering something new, something unexpected, and how the world is always unkind to it.”

your voice softens, eyes fixed somewhere far away. “he says the new needs friends. and i don’t know—it hit something in me.”

baekhyun stays still beside you, his hand curled loosely around his drink, forgotten now.

“sometimes it just feels like... everything’s already been done. like no one’s waiting for what you have to give. and then this bitter old man eats a meal made by a fucking rat and suddenly he’s like—shaken. changed. reminded why he ever cared in the first place.”

you pause, then shrug, barely glancing at him. “i guess it reminded me that you don’t have to be expected to be meaningful. that you don’t have to be someone obvious to matter.”

baekhyun doesn’t say anything right away.

but something shifts in his expression. his jaw ticks, just barely. his lashes dip like he’s trying to hide the flicker of emotion behind his eyes, like he doesn’t want to give himself away.

because yeah—he fucking gets it. way more than you know.

not just the movie. not just the speech. but the whole aching truth of it.

he’s been living that risk lately—leaving the comfort of the company that built him, stepping out with nothing but belief and a dream that people might still show up for him. that what he has to offer—now, as he is—is still worth something.

he hasn’t said it out loud, not to anyone. but hearing you say it—watching you light up over something so honest, so deeply felt—it stirs something in him. makes him see not just the movie differently… but you, too.

you, sitting here in front of him, talking about hope like it’s something fragile and holy.

it makes him feel less alone.

and for the first time tonight, baekhyun forgets about being careful. about being cool.

he just looks at you like he’s seeing something rare.

something that might just change everything.

"you're not what i expected," he says, voice low—almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

you glance over, one brow lifting as you tilt your head. “good unexpected?"

he doesn’t answer right away. just looks at you—really looks—like he’s committing your features to memory one slow blink at a time. eyes scanning the curve of your mouth, the slope of your cheek, the way the light catches the side of your face. and then, finally, he nods. once. small, certain.

you smile, warmth curling beneath your ribs as you lift your drink and finish the last sip. the glass makes a soft sound as you set it down on the coffee table. “funny,” you say, easing back into the cushions. “i was just about to say the same thing.”

his lips twitch, curiosity sparking behind them. “yeah? how so?”

you hesitate for half a beat, choosing your words. “you’re… calmer than i thought you’d be. softer.” your voice dips, gentling. “more real. the version of you on stage is fun—electric—but it’s not this.”

his smile stretches slowly, not wide but genuine, like the words settle somewhere deep in him. like maybe they mean more than you know. “so what you’re saying,” he murmurs, “is that i’m not the guy i pretend to be when everyone’s watching.”

you bump your knee lightly against his, a tiny grin playing at your lips. “exactly.”

his gaze drops, lingers where your thigh presses to his. and when he looks back up, there’s something darker swimming there—something thick with heat.

your breath catches.

a strand of hair sticks to the gloss on your bottom lip, and before you can even lift a hand, his fingers are already there—brushing it away, tucking it behind your ear like it’s second nature. like he’s done it before.

the touch is soft. reverent. but it sets something off inside you, deep and molten. like your body recognizes him before your brain can catch up.

his gaze holds yours, gold and liquid in the warm afterparty lighting, and this time, neither of you look away. there’s no posturing. no pretending. just... him. and you.

he leans in, slow. lips brushing yours—barely there. testing the space between you.

you don’t move.

so he kisses you.

it starts soft. tentative. like he’s asking a question he already knows the answer to. but it doesn’t stay that way for long. it deepens too fast, mouths parting, breaths catching, lips dragging, tongues meeting like they’ve done this before. like they remember.

your knees hook over his thighs without thought, your hips shifting, sliding into his lap like you were meant to be there.

and the second you settle—flush against him—he groans into your mouth, deep and wrecked.

“fuck,” he exhales, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe, hands curling tight around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. like he needs to hold you steady or he might come undone.

you rock into him slowly, your skirt hitched high, the friction between your soaked panties and the heat straining in his sweats making your thighs tremble. your head tips back, a moan slipping out that you couldn’t hide if you tried.

his lips are on your throat now, jaw, collarbone—anywhere he can reach, desperate to taste more. his hands slide lower, gripping your ass with purpose, grinding you down like he’s starving. like this is the only thing that will satisfy the ache he’s been carrying all night.

“you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ insane,” he mutters, voice shredded, fraying at the seams. “you have no idea.”

you’re seconds from cumming—lips locked, skirt hitched high, his grip on your thighs desperate, like he’s caught between dragging you closer and anchoring himself from completely losing it—when a voice slices through the air like a bucket of ice water dumped on your head.

“uh, babe? you in here?”

you both freeze.

baekhyun’s mouth stalls against your jaw. your lungs forget how to work.

and then—

pure. fucking. chaos.

you scramble off his lap, nearly kneeing him in the balls in the process, tugging your skirt back down your ass like it’ll erase the last ten minutes. baekhyun shifts too, adjusting his sweats with hands that still shake a little. your lips feel kissed raw. your thighs ache. you don’t even want to know what your hair looks like.

mika stands just inside the doorway, one brow cocked, arms folded over her sparkly top like the mom friend she definitely is when necessary. her gaze sweeps over the scene—your smeared lipstick, baekhyun’s rumpled shirt, the space between you two charged and awkward, like the tension hasn’t quite settled. and you—frozen next to the couch like you forgot what to do with your body now that someone else is watching.

“meeks,” you squeak, trying—and failing—to sound casual. “hey.”

“hey yourself,” she says lightly, voice dipped in that syrupy sarcasm only best friends can perfect. “your phone’s dead. figured i’d check you weren’t, y’know…” she pauses, eyes sliding between you and baekhyun, mouth twitching. “kidnapped. or eaten alive.”

baekhyun lets out something between a laugh and a choke. you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

and then her gaze settles on him.

his bleached blonde hair is a mess—textbook post-makeout chaos. cheeks flushed, lips kiss-bitten, hoodie wrinkled like it’s been tugged in desperation. her gaze narrows. and you see it: the flicker. the click. the way realization sparks behind her lashes like a struck match. she knows.

of course she knows.

but mika? mika’s been around. she’s danced with indie film heartthrobs and ghosted rappers with stadium tours. she’s navigated VIP lounges and afters where NDAs are practically part of the dress code. she’s seen the famous, the infamous, and the almost-famous. and she’s never once made it weird.

so she doesn’t gasp. doesn’t scream. doesn’t say, “weren’t we just at his concert four hours ago?”

instead, she just raises an eyebrow—subtle, amused, dangerous—and shoots you a look that says i’m going to make you tell me everything.

then she shrugs. uncrosses her arms. casual as ever. “right. well. i’m heading out. you comin’ with or…?”

you look back.

and for the first time, really look.

bare skin—clean and fresh, faint traces of sweat still lingering at his hairline from earlier. his hoodie’s loose around his shoulders, the collar tugged slightly off-center, and his blonde hair sticks up in soft tufts where your fingers must’ve pulled through it.

he looks... manly like this. unstyled. real. almost heartbreakingly so.

and his eyes—they’re not teasing. they’re not flirty. not charming or rehearsed like they were earlier when he made you laugh into your drink. they’re quiet. open. like he’s asking something without saying it out loud.

you’ve never seen that look on him before.

not in music videos. not on stage. not even earlier tonight.

it’s not desire burning behind his gaze—it’s something softer. something closer to hope.

“stay a little longer, yeah?” he says, voice low. steady. like he’s giving you space to say no, but hoping to hell you won’t. “just for a nightcap.”

his thumb strokes your wrist again.

then, quieter—almost like he’s trying to make it casual, as if this isn’t something important—he adds, “i’ve got a charger for your phone you can use too.”

you don’t even realize you’re nodding until mika snorts.

“m’kay, text me when you’re done being ravished by kpop’s finest,” she calls over her shoulder as she turns to leave. “love you, don’t die.”

“mika!”

but she’s already halfway down the hallway, humming something that suspiciously sounds like ‘love shot.’

you glance back at baekhyun, cheeks burning, heart rattling behind your ribs.

he’s still holding your wrist, thumb brushing your pulse like he’s trying to soothe it—or match it. a crooked smile tugs at his lips, sheepish and flushed, whether from being caught mid-makeout or just the aftershock of it all.

like he hadn’t planned on you, but now he doesn’t really want to let you go.

his eyes find yours, soft and searching. there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but he doesn’t flash it like he does on stage or behind cameras. this one’s smaller. real.

he looks… relieved. maybe even a little stunned. like he’s not used to this—you. not just the kiss, not just the body heat, but the connection.

and there’s a flicker of something else in his expression too. not nerves exactly, but hesitation. like part of him is still processing that this is happening at all.

he rubs the back of his neck before reaching for you, voice low and careful. “i’m glad you stayed,” he murmurs, like it’s not something he says often. like it’s heavier than the words suggest.

his hand finds yours again, fingers brushing tentatively over your knuckles before he gently tugs you closer.

then he pulls you back into his lap, arms sliding around your waist, like it’s second nature—but his touch is more tender now. reverent. like he’s scared if he moves too fast, you might disappear.

you settle into him again, heart thudding, lips still tingling from the last kiss.

he exhales into the crook of your neck, voice barely above a whisper. “i-i don’t usually…” he trails off, his hold tightening slightly.

but he doesn’t need to finish.

you already know. 

and that truth—that rare, quiet truth—makes your chest ache in the best way.

you smile, and before you can say something to break the moment, he’s kissing you again.

but it’s different this time.

still hot, still messy, but it lingers. it asks. his mouth moves with reverence, his hands memorizing you, like he’s been starving for touch but terrified of being fed too well.

“woulda been devastated if you left,” he rasps, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, voice rough and trembling with restraint.

then he nips—right below it. soft and precise. you jolt, hips twitching instinctively in his lap.

his hand moves like it has a destination. slow, deliberate, up the curve of your thigh, under the hem of your skirt. his fingers trail higher—light and teasing at first, but the moment he reaches the warm heat between your legs, everything sharpens.

you gasp.

his fingers still.

there’s a pause, heavy and humming.

you don’t have to see his face to feel the shift—the tension in his body, the hissed breath through his teeth, the unmistakable clench of his jaw when he realizes—

you’re not wearing anything underneath.

his fingers flex, knuckles barely grazing your slick folds.

“shit,” he breathes, almost to himself. “you’ve been sittin’ on me like this this whole time?”

you don’t answer. can’t. your chest is tight, lungs barely remembering how to fill.

he draws his fingers through your arousal, slow and deliberate, collecting the wetness before withdrawing. he brings his hand up, eyes locked on yours. his fingers glisten in the dim light, your slick catching the golden hue as he lifts them to his mouth.

you watch, helpless, as he slides his middle and ring fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.

his eyelids flutter, then flutter open again—gaze dark and fixed on you like he’s starving.

“where have you been all my fucking life?” he breathes, like it’s hurting him, like your taste is something he might never recover from. 

his cock twitches beneath you, hard and heavy beneath the soft cotton of his sweats, straining for more contact—more of you.

you don’t answer him—not with words.

instead, you take his hand in yours, slow and sure, like it belongs to you now. your fingers wrap tight around his wrist as you guide him back down between your thighs, the same fingers still slick from earlier. you spread wider, shameless, hips tilting forward like your body already knows what it wants.

he groans the moment you press his fingers into your soaked heat again—your cunt so wet and eager that he slides in without resistance. 

your back arches, lashes fluttering, a breathy moan spilling from your parted lips as he starts to move.

once.

twice.

a third time—deep, slow, curling just right, the pads of his fingers dragging against every spot that makes you whimper.

he’s watching you like he’s in a trance. like you’ve crawled out of some decadent, filthy dream with your lipgloss smudged and your hips rolling like you’re possessed by pleasure itself. 

his eyes don’t leave your face.

they can’t.

you keep your hand over his, guiding the pace, the depth—controlling him like a toy you know exactly how to play with. his fingers stretch you just right, knuckles brushing your dripping folds, your slick making a mess on both your hands.

then you whimper. soft. broken. 

it shatters him.

you lean in, your lips brushing his while you take those same fingers—wet and warm and still pulsing from where they were buried—and bring them to your mouth. your eyes lock on his, gaze steady, daring.

you part your lips and wrap them around his fingers slowly, deliberately, letting the gloss that still clings to your mouth coat his skin again. your tongue swirls over the pads, collecting your own taste, savoring him. his rings are cold against your lips—a metallic tease compared to the wet heat of your mouth.

his hips twitch beneath you, jaw clenching so hard you see the muscle tick.

he twitches beneath you. hips jerk. his jaw clenches so tight, you see the muscle flicker.

and you don’t stop.

you keep grinding down on him—slow, steady drags of your soaked pussy against his cock, your clit catching on the thick ridge of him through his boxers. the friction is perfect. devastating. addictive.

his eyes darken. voice drops.

“fuck,” he growls again, this time lower, more dangerous. “that’s it.”

suddenly, his grip tightens on your thighs, guiding you off his lap with shaky urgency. you stumble a little, knees weak, and he stands with you—his hand firm at the small of your back, the other sliding down to grab your wrist like he needs you moving now.

“can’t take it anymore,” he mutters, voice hot against your cheek, his breath a mess against your skin.

“i need you,” he growls, voice thick, fraying at the edges. “need to feel you wrapped around me. need to fuck the sweet, messy heaven you made on my fingers straight outta you.”

you whimper—helpless, already unraveling—and before you even register how fast you’re moving, you’re there. the hallway blurs. your hand is still locked in his, his grip unrelenting, like if he lets go now he might not get you back.

your pulse slams behind your ribs. you’re dizzy with how fast everything is unraveling. you follow him on unsteady legs, hips brushing, feet tripping over each other in the rush to get to the bedroom.

he’s not carrying you. he doesn’t have to. because he’s pulling you through the dark with a grip that says come with me. now. 

he reaches the door to his room, throws it open with one swift motion. his eyes burn when they meet yours—dark, wrecked, entirely gone for you.

the door clicks shut behind you.

baekhyun’s on you in the next breath—hands cupping your jaw, mouth crashing into yours like he’s starving for it, for you. there’s no prelude. no hesitation. just heat and teeth and breath, his lips pressed hard against yours as he walks you backward, blindly, toward the bed. he groans into your mouth, dragging you with him like his hands can’t bear to let you go for a second.

the beanie he had on earlier? abandoned on the couch. long gone. forgotten the moment your sweet mouth touched his. his sweater comes off first, pulled over his head with a grunt and tossed somewhere behind him. then his sweatpants, shoved down with one hand, the other still gripping your hip like you might disappear.

you whimper when your back hits the mattress, but he’s already climbing over you—pressing himself between your legs, kissing you like he’s trying to devour the moans from your throat. and fuck, you're giving them to him. whimpers and gasps and needy little sounds he swallows down like they’re fueling him.

you straddle his lap, feel him hard and hot beneath his boxers, the outline of his cock pressing into your soaked panties. your hands explore in desperate sweeps—his toned stomach, the cut of his hips, the way his muscles twitch when you grind down just right.

his hands are everywhere.

on your ass, kneading.

on your tits, squeezing, thumbs circling your nipples through your top until you’re arching into him, chasing the friction.

every stifled moan from your mouth makes him groan harder. every shift of your hips has him whimpering against your lips like he can’t believe this is happening.

you barely register the moment his hand slides down again. his fingers slip under your panties, push past the mess of slick already dripping for him.

two fingers, knuckle-deep, curling perfectly.

you cry out, hips jerking, grinding against the heel of his palm as his fingers fuck up into you—rhythmic, practiced, devastating. his palm rocks against your clit with every motion, and it’s too much. it’s all too much. he’s kissing you the whole time, tongues tangled, teeth clashing, spit messy between your mouths.

you ride his fingers like they’re his cock. pace quickening, hips stuttering, moans breaking against his lips as your thighs start to tremble.

“baek—fuck, i’m gonna!”

“cum for me,” he breathes, lips dragging down your neck. “cum all over my fingers, baby. wanna feel it.”

and you do—with a sharp gasp and a choked sob, your cunt clenches around him, gushing slick onto his hand. he holds you through it, lets you grind it out, rubs your clit as you shake and shiver above him.

he pulls his fingers out slowly, and you whine from the loss—raw, overstimulated.

but he just smirks, lifts his hand to his mouth, and sucks your release from his fingers like it’s honey. eyes on yours the entire time.

before you can catch your breath, he flips you onto your back and spreads your legs wide.

“need my mouth on you. now.”

you gasp as he drops to his knees, throws your legs over his shoulders, and buries his face in your pussy.

he devours you like a man starved—tongue dragging slow and unrelenting through your folds, lips sealed around your clit like he’s trying to memorize the way you taste. every flick is deliberate. every suck sends sparks skittering down your spine. and when he moans into you—low, guttural, wrecked—it vibrates through your core like a detonator.

his hands are ruthless on your thighs, fingers digging deep, spreading you wider like he owns the view between your legs. like he’s earned this. and maybe he has, the way he fucks you open with his mouth—relentless, greedy, like your pussy’s the only thing tethering him to earth.

you come hard. once. then again. and then again, your vision going white at the edges, your voice splintering around his name like a prayer gone hoarse. he barely gives you a second to breathe before he’s back on you, dragging you higher, refusing to let you fall.

he’s obsessed. addicted.

and he’s not hiding it.

he lifts his head just enough to speak, chin wet, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. “fuck,” he rasps, eyes locked on the mess he’s made of you. “you see this? see how you’re drippin’ for me? how the fuck am i supposed to stop now?”

his fingers slide back inside—two, then three—stretching you wide, curling deep. he finds your spot like it’s mapped in his muscle memory, like he’s been waiting his whole life to touch you like this. his mouth returns to your clit, licking with slow precision, sucking hard like he needs it to breathe.

“wanna fuckin’ die down here,” he murmurs against you, voice thick and ragged.

you sob his name, thighs trembling around his head, hips trying to jerk away from the overstimulation—but he groans at that. growls at that. hands dragging you closer, grinding his face deeper into your cunt like he’s chasing your next high through sheer force of will.

you cum again—this one violent, toe-curling, shaking so hard your hands can barely find his shirt. but they do. they grab, fist in the collar, tugging him up with desperation.

his mouth crashes to yours, wet and dirty, your slick still shining on his lips. the kiss is obscene. teeth, tongue, need.

and your hand’s already moving—slipping down between your bodies, palming the thick, aching bulge in his boxers.

“want it,” you gasp against his lips. “wanna feel you. want you inside me.”

his eyes darken, jaw clenched, a twitch of disbelief and desperate restraint cracking through his composure.

he exhales, like the words punch the air out of his lungs.

“how can i say no to you?”

his lips are still on yours when he lines himself up—boxers shoved down to his thighs, your legs draped open for him, panties tossed somewhere in the sheets. he strokes himself once, twice, teasing your entrance with the flushed tip of his cock, gliding it through your soaked folds.

“baby…” he groans, forehead pressing to yours. “fuck, you’re so wet.”

you nod, lips parted, eyes barely open. “please, baek. now.”

he pushes in slow—inch by inch, thick and deliberate—letting you take every bit of him, your walls fluttering from how sensitive you still are.

you cry out, spine arching, nails digging into his biceps. he groans, low and strained, like he’s barely holding himself together.

“oh my god,” he breathes, jaw tight, hips shaking as he bottoms out. “you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me, baby—”

you whimper beneath him, completely overwhelmed—stretching around him, feeling every inch, the fullness dizzying. he stays still for a second, panting into your neck, like he's trying to pull himself back from the edge.

you clench around him again, needing more. needing movement.

he lets out a choked whine, lips brushing your skin, “fuck—feels like heaven,” he groans, voice wrecked. “you do that again and i swear i’m gonna cum just like that.”

your pussy tightens reflexively, and he moans into your throat—raw, helpless, feral.

you whimper again, your hips starting to move on instinct.

he matches your rhythm, slow at first—sensual, deliberate strokes that grind against every sensitive nerve inside you.

the room is humid with breath and want, skin against skin, the slap of his hips against your thighs growing louder as he fucks deeper, faster.

“such a good girl,” he rasps. “takin’ all of me like you were made for it.”

you fall apart again—loud, messy, clinging to him, heels digging in his lower back as your orgasm rips through you.

he fucks you through it, fingers tangled in your hair, kissing your tears away as you tremble and shiver beneath him.

round two hits different.

you’re pulled from sleep by warmth—his breath on your shoulder, the soft drag of his mouth kissing over your skin. 

you stir, barely, and feel his hand cupping your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.

his other arm’s wrapped tight around your waist, fingertips trailing lazy circles down your stomach, then lower. he’s hard again—thick and pulsing against your ass, and he ruts into the curve of your body without even meaning to.

“awake?” he murmurs against your neck.

you hum. “barely.”

“c’mere,” he whispers, rolling you onto your back.

his face is soft in the low light. it must be five a.m.—still dark, sky a velvety blue beyond the hotel windows.

you reach for him, pull him down by the face, and your mouths meet again—slow, sleepy, sensual. he sinks into you with a groan, no warning, no teasing. just raw, aching need.

you gasp into his mouth. he starts thrusting in long, slow rolls, his pelvis grinding against yours at the perfect angle. every stroke sends heat curling in your belly.

he doesn’t say a word—just exhales against your lips like he’s trying to pour everything he feels into that single breath. like if he kisses you any harder, you’ll know what he can’t put into words.

but it’s not enough.

you want more. need more.

your body moves on instinct—pushing him back against the mattress, crawling into his lap with slow, purposeful grace. your knees settle on either side of his hips, skirt riding up, your cunt slick and aching where it hovers just above the thick line of his cock.

his eyes drink you in like he’s never seen anything more stunning. heavy-lidded, lips parted, throat working around a breath he can’t quite catch.

“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers, voice low and reverent, his hands sliding up your thighs—gripping, kneading, tracing your skin like it’s holy.

you don’t answer. just sink down, slow and steady, taking him inch by thick, throbbing inch.

his breath punches out of him in a gasp, head thrown back, fingers digging into your hips. “shit—”

you ride him like you own him. hips rolling, bouncing, grinding down until your skin slaps against his with every thrust. the drag of his cock inside you is devastating—too good. too deep. and not nearly enough.

his moans grow ragged, sharp, the sound filthy in your ears. “fuck, baby—just like that. keep goin’. you feel so good—fuck, i’m gonna lose it.”

your hands brace on his chest, nails raking down the sweat-slick fabric of his shirt, chasing another high as your body trembles from the aftershocks. your pussy flutters around him, milking him greedily, overstimulated and still aching for more.

“cum for me again,” he groans, sitting up just enough to mouth at your tits, tongue dragging over your nipple through your top. “wanna feel you fall apart on my cock. wanna feel you drip down my thighs.”

and you do. again. helplessly. a cry ripping from your throat as you fuck yourself through the release, dizzy from how much he fills you. from how deep you need him. from how much you know this is going to ruin you.

and god—he loves it.

“baek—don’t wanna stop,” you pant, nearly sobbing. “feels too good.”

“then don’t,” he growls, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise. “fuck—ride me, baby, don’t stop.”

he thrusts up into you, losing control. the tempo turns messy, hungry, animalistic.

“god, you’re perfect—this pussy, fuck—it’s got me fuckin’ obsessed.”

you throw your head back, mouth open, eyes rolling as he slams up into you.

your cunt flutters around him again—tight, soaked, relentless—and he nearly loses control.

he’s shaking now, jaw locked, muscles flexing under your palms. everything in him winds tighter, like he’s seconds from snapping.

because how the fuck is this real?

he’s never felt like this. never needed someone the way he needs you right now.

he’s obsessed—with the way you smile mid-moan, with the soft whimpers that leave your throat every time he grinds into that perfect spot. your eyes—god, your eyes—rolling back, lashes fluttering like you’re seeing stars. your throat exposed when your head tips back in pleasure, that pretty, vulnerable neck he’s dying to mark up and call his.

it’s too much. too perfect. too you.

and when you fall forward, mouth crashing into his, the kiss is frantic—tongues messy, teeth clashing, like neither of you can get close enough.

your bodies are slick with sweat, pulsing with need, every nerve screaming.

and then he’s cumming. deep, thick, hard. his whole body jerks as he spills into you, hips grinding through the release like he’s trying to brand it into you—his claim, his worship, his fucking downfall.

and in that moment, nothing else exists. just the feel of you around him, shaking and perfect. just the sound of your breath in his ear.

and the quiet, terrifying realization blooming behind his ribs: you’ve already got him.

completely.

the room is quiet now. the only sound is your breathing—shaky, soft, slowing. his, too.

the sheets are kicked halfway down the bed, twisted around your ankles. your body’s still warm, flushed in places, marked in others. the air between you is thick with sweat and sex and something heavier neither of you has named.

baekhyun lies on his side, propped on one elbow. just… watching you. like he can’t not.

he brushes a damp strand of hair off your forehead, knuckles grazing your cheek. your lashes flutter, your lips part like you’re about to say something—maybe something dumb or playful or too honest—but nothing comes out. you just look at him.

and he’s struck silent all over again.

because fuck…

you’re so pretty like this. all wrecked and glowing, skin kissed raw, eyeliner smudged in the corners of your eyes. your lips are swollen from him, your pulse still visible in your neck where the marks are starting to bloom—places he’s already thinking about going back to. again. and again.

it wasn’t supposed to go this far. he was just supposed to party a little. blow off steam. it’s his first solo world tour—he’s been running on fumes and caffeine and pressure for weeks now. last night’s plan was to just fuck around a little, drink, unwind, and then move on to the next city like always.

but then you showed up.

the girl from the tenth row at tonight’s show. the one who danced like she didn’t care who was watching. the same girl he caught standing awkwardly at the bar at his afterparty, trying to act casual like she hadn’t just been screaming his lyrics a few hours earlier.

and now you’re here. in his space.

naked and tangled in his sheets, etched into the quiet of his night like you were always meant to be there. your chest rises and falls beneath blankets he never planned to share, in a city that meant nothing to him yesterday, and now feels like it’ll ache a little every time he thinks of it.

he exhales through his nose, slow and steady, voice soft against the quiet, “you good?”

you nod, lips tugging into a lazy smile, “don’t think i’ll be able to feel my legs for a few days.”

he grins, low and crooked, “yeah, me too. rehearsals are gonna be a bitch tomorrow.”

you both laugh—quiet, breathy, the kind that hums in your chest. and for a while, that’s enough. no words. no pressure to speak.

just stillness. skin against skin.

your fingers drift along the inside of his forearm, lazy and absentminded, like they’re just getting to know the shape of him. his hand rests on your hip like it’s always belonged there, thumb brushing slow circles into your skin—as if he's trying to memorize the curve of you before morning steals this softness away.

then your phone buzzes twice on the nightstand. sharp. insistent. a quiet jolt back to reality.

you glance over and notice the screen lit up, the charging icon glowing in the corner. he must’ve plugged it in for you while you slept.

something about that undoes you a little.

you shift, the weight of the moment settling over your chest. “i should probably go,” you murmur, not really wanting to.

but his hand doesn’t fall away. he just holds you a second longer—fingers tightening at your waist, like he’s still deciding if he’s ready to let you go.

“lemme get you a car home,” he murmurs, still breathless, hand grazing your hip like he’s reluctant to let go.

you nod, rolling onto your back, already feeling the loss of his warmth before he even moves.

he sits up, silent, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling his sweats back on. the soft sound of fabric, the creak of the mattress, the distant hum of the city outside—it all feels louder now.

you slide out of bed, slipping your top back on, fingers fumbling slightly at the hem. your panties are nowhere to be found. your heels are waiting by the door like they knew this was coming.

neither of you speaks as you both dress, the silence not uncomfortable—just full. full of everything unspoken. full of the way your body still aches from him.

you’re slipping your heels on by the door when something soft lands against your back.

you turn just in time to catch it—his hoodie. the same cozy grey one he wore to the afters earlier, still warm from his body.

you blink at him, lips parting, chest already tight with something you can’t name.

the hoodie smells like him—clean skin, faint shampoo, and something unmistakably you clinging to the fabric now. you pull it over your head. it swallows you instantly—the sleeves hanging past your hands, the hem brushing your thighs, heavy with the weight of the night still lingering in every thread.

his eyes follow the movement, lingering as you adjust it over your hips. 

he doesn’t say a word, but there’s a shift in his face—softened at the edges. like something quiet cracked open inside him.

he grabs the suite keycard from the nightstand and slips it into his back pocket like it's second nature. you’re still tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie, swimming in it, heart doing something stupid and fluttery in your chest when he glances back at you.

you follow him toward the door, and your hand just—finds his. like it was always meant to. he doesn’t say anything, just threads his fingers through yours and squeezes once. you don’t need words. not right now.

the hallway is quiet. like 3 a.m. quiet. the kind that makes everything feel softer, heavier. the elevator dings, and you both step inside. you expect silence. maybe a head-tilt goodbye. instead, his mouth is on yours again before the doors even close.

it’s slower this time. deep. his fingers slip into your hair, tug just enough to tilt your face up so he can really kiss you. and god, he does. like he means it. like he’s trying to burn the shape of your mouth into his memory just in case this really is the last time. your hands fist in his tee, your knees go a little weak. you sigh into it, drunk off him again.

there’s so much in this kiss. things neither of you planned. things he’s not saying. things you’re definitely gonna spiral about when you’re home and alone in your bed.

the elevator chimes again. he doesn’t let go immediately. just bites down on your bottom lip—gentle but deliberate—before he finally pulls away, breath still catching in his throat.

he keeps your hand in his as you both walk through the empty lobby. his thumb rubs slow circles over your knuckles, and it’s so stupidly sweet you don’t know what to do with yourself. outside, the air is crisp. the city’s winding down, the sky a soft blur of navy and gold. and the ache in your chest? yeah. that’s definitely real.

there’s a black truck waiting at the curb, engine humming low, windows tinted. you kind of hate how real it makes everything feel.

baekhyun walks you to the car without saying much, still holding your hand like it’s second nature now—like letting go would feel too final. when you reach the door, he opens it for you himself, his palm brushing the small of your back in that quiet, anchoring way. like part of him still isn't sure he wants you to leave.

you’re about to climb in when he pauses.

“i’ve got a couple more shows in the city,” he says, voice low and unreadable. his eyes flick up to meet yours. “if you’re around… and feel like crashing another afters.”

your heart stutters.

you look at him—white tee wrinkled from where you had your fists curled into it in the elevator, blonde hair still messy from your hands, from his own. he looks like no time has passed at all. like he could pull you back upstairs right now and you wouldn’t even hesitate.

you smile. “maybe.”

he nods, once. quiet. like that one word told him everything he needed to hear.

then he helps you into the car, his fingertips grazing your bare thigh as you settle into the seat. a soft touch. a question he doesn’t ask out loud.

he shuts the door gently behind you.

as the truck pulls away, you lean your cheek against the window, breath fogging up the glass. you try not to look back.

but of course you do.

he’s still there.

hands tucked into the pockets of his grey sweats, white hoodie sleeves pushed up, mouth unreadable. watching you go like he’s trying to memorize it—just in case you don’t come back.

your apartment feels too quiet when you walk in. 

not peaceful. not calm.

just quiet in a way that makes the whole night feel like something you imagined. like you’re stepping out of a dream barefoot.

you toe off your heels by the door, ankles aching, thighs sore in the best, most sinful way. your lips are still tender—kiss-swollen, tingling—and you’re swimming in his hoodie. oversized and worn soft, sleeves covering your hands, the hem brushing your upper thighs with every step.

your bag slips from your shoulder and lands somewhere near the kitchen counter. you don’t bother picking it up.

your phone buzzes the second you set it down. the screen lights up with notifications in a neat little stack:

instagram story likes. 

a dm from some guy you danced near at gravity. 

a flurry of messages screaming “YOU WENT TO REVERIE?! SO JEALOUS”

and then, of course—mika.

meeks 🦋

BITCH WHEN U GET HOME I NEED A PLAY-BY-PLAY!!!!! i saw the way he looked at u omfg i am unwell

you laugh under your breath, thumbs hovering over the screen—still unsure how to even begin explaining what the fuck just happened.

but then another notification rolls in from a contact you don’t remember saving.

B.

your brows pinch in confusion. you don’t remember saving that contact. 

you tap it open.

the first thing you see is a photo. a crisp, perfectly lit shot of an all access pass for the next two reverie shows in your city… and a sleek black suite keycard resting beside it on hotel bedsheets you recognize all too well.

beneath it, a message:

thought you might wanna crash again

your stomach flips.

you stare at the image, your thumb hovering over it like it might disappear if you blink too hard.

he must’ve done it—added his number into your phone sometime between kisses, between rounds, when you were half-dozing on his chest, legs tangled in the sheets.

quiet. sneaky. baekhyun.

a laugh escapes—disbelieving, giddy, a little breathless.

you bring the phone to your lips and smile, heart racing all over again. not from the concert. not from the alcohol. 

from this.

from the realization that you almost didn’t go.

you were tired. you were going to call it a night. but mika had to talk you into one more stop—just one more before heading home.

if you’d said no…

if you’d gone to bed like you planned...

you wouldn’t be here now, wearing his hoodie, smelling like his sheets, rereading a text from him.

your fingers hover over the screen for a second longer before tapping the heart on the image. 

you type back:

guess i’m yours for the next two nights then

send.

you sink into the couch, the weight of the night finally settling in your bones. you bury your face in the collar of his hoodie, still warm, still smelling like him—sweet skin and sweat and something that clings.

and for the first time all night, you’re so fucking glad you didn’t go home.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ i think i've got my edge back 😭😭😭😭 this one's for my fellow delulu girliez, hope ya enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it hehe <333333333

there was a massive thunderstorm outside. you settled yourself to sit by the window, watching the dark clouds take over the sky instead of the supposed sunny afternoon. the news bothered you just from the warnings. roads would be blocked, neighborhoods would have power outages, stores would be closed.

the dreadful feeling you had on your chest eventually dimmed when you heard the front door beeping open. you looked back to see your lover returning exceptionally early from his work, smiling softly when you moved quickly towards him to express your relief with a hug.

baekhyun smiled, holding you close. "work called off as soon as the news aired, since gangnam gets extremely chaotic." his voice hummed, already answering your silent question.

"my deadline has also been postponed." you murmured, pushing his hair back. his skin felt cool to your touch, making you pull him closer to your warmer body. "how about you make us some warm tea while i look for something for us to watch in bed?" you said.

he merely shook his head with a smile, "you're gonna give me chores just because i have no work? you're lucky your wish is an order, madam." he jested, making a silly face.

you rolled your eyes "you know i'm the one to make us dinner either way, since cooking isn't your forte—" he poked your rib, making you chuckle.

"begone, woman! let me do my work in peace!" he feigned outrage, smiling when you rolled your eyes and went up the stairs to the master bedroom. the sight of the window covered in droplets made the place feel somewhat more attractive.

you sat on the bed for a moment, laying down to sigh, focusing on the sound of the rain. it was calm enough to sound soothing, constant, and lulling. 'it wouldn't be so bad to close your eyes for just a clock tick', you thought.

baekhyun was smiling to himself downstairs, looking at the two mugs of hot chocolate he prepared. he knew you said tea, but couldn't help but want something sweeter to celebrate the granted time both of you had with each other.

he decorated your kitty mug with a grin, placing marshmallows stuck on the edge, a 'gourmet' look he'd say, then poured the chocolate over both mugs, excitedly humming a song when he balanced them carefully over the steps.

"did someone order a fine, fancy delight such as byun's special hot—" he blinked, gaping your sleeping form on the bed, "...chocolate." his voice trailed off, losing its animosity while his brows were raised.

of course, he'd been used to you sometimes napping while doing something together, but this was unfair, to say the least. the shirt you wore, which was his, had rode up your waist to show your panties. your legs were still draped over the edge of the bed, showing that you truly didn't plan to sit down and sleep on your back.

baekhyun was still frozen watching you when he heard you call for him in a simple murmur, "baekhyunie..." you breathed, turning your head to the side in a comfortable hum.

"yes?" he murmured back instantly, raising his brows.

but you were still fast asleep, meaning you were dreaming of him, somehow. it made his body warmer, his feet taking him to the bedstand to leave both mugs, then turn to your body, sat still on the edge.

baekhyun walked between your thighs, evaluating his own thoughts. your legs, as if on instinct, made space for him, who gulped in newfound nervousness. "god, you look hot like that." he whispered, looking down at your body.

and when you whispered for him again, it only made his eyes narrower, pupils dilating to the possibility of just taking what was being offered to him.

he slowly lowered his body between your legs, placing his knees on the ground, hands hovering on your inner thighs with eyes focused on your clothed center. you truly looked remarkable like this, he thought.

it felt right to take advantage of your limp body, his hold pulling your hips over the edge to easily peel your garments off, exhaling slowly over the sight of you, even now.

"baekhyun..." you said unconsciously again, making him smile to himself, then place a peck on your folds, which made your body twitch faintly.

"i'm right here, love." his voice rasped, laced in perversion as he started slowly tracing your labia with his lips, brushing against it with the objective of moistening your cunt. his eyes turned droopy, gently bumping his nose over your clit, triggering a sleepy sigh from you.

but baekhyun was greedy. he always wanted more from you, always wanted everything you could give him. the first drops of your slick on his mouth elicited his tongue to come out and start lapping you, making you gasp quietly.

he almost wished you'd wake up right now to suffocate him between your thighs, but he had better plans, pushing his tongue past your folds with a moan, watching how your unconscious body reacted to the stimuli. he closed his eyes, moaning every time he felt the sweet of your taste, the throb of your pulse through your cunt.

your breathing slowly quickened, the movements on your body twitching under his control, something that made baekhyun's cock throb in his pants. the familiarity he had with your pussy gave out everything your body felt to him.

his mouth sucked another smooch, then moved his tongue to focus on your clit, ready to push you to your breaking point when his fingers pressed inside, making you moan choked in your sleep, your brows furrowing.

"i know. I know, baby." he cooed mockingly, curling the digits repeatedly within you. the squelch turned louder when his growled, pistoning his hand harder when your jaw fell open, your consciousness gradually returning.

waking up felt like an out of body experience, your eyes failing to open when everything felt like an explosion. your body burned when you arched your back, moaning wholeheartedly to the orgasm baekhyun triggered from you.

you couldn't really form a thought when he didn't stop, moving his mouth up on your body while one of his hands stayed fingering you, his eyes locking onto your face. "can't believe you just slept on me and left me alone, angel."

you blinked repeatedly, panting when he pushed your (his) shirt over your tits, sucking on your nipples with heat, not letting you speak. your only respite was when he sat up on top of you, pulling his pants to reveal his leaking cock, pressing it onto your hole.

"breathe, baby. tell me this is what you want." baekhyun hummed, eyeing you down with amusement when you were finally able to think.

"i—" you exhaled, nodding eagerly. "I want—!" you moaned, interrupted when his cock pushed past your sensitive folds in one rough thrust. it almost felt like consciousness was too much to have when his engorged length stretched you out.

"sorry, ah—" baekhyun smiled, already plunging mercilessly, holding your legs apart with ease. "you just feel too good, love." his voice rasped, the sound of skin slapping contrasting with the rain outside.

he pushed your knees up to your chest to change the angle of his thrusts, commanding you as if you were a doll. it felt liberating, all the while deliciously suffocating to let him have full control. you whimpered when his hands started squeezing your breasts, his face dark and lustful, your second orgasm nearing.

his snarl accompanied with heavier thrusts made you squeak, the bed moving below your bodies, his hands harsh in giving you marks. "cum again for me, angel. let me feel how much you trust me." he breathed, triggering your high when his hand found your clit.

you fell back, panting when you felt him pull out to cum on your belly, then fall on top of you with a huff, breathing on your neck with nibbles.

"was this... okay?" his voice hummed, a little aback from doing something like this, even if it wasn't the first time. it warmed up your body.

you nodded, looking at him them at the mugs of hot chocolate that probably weren't as hot anymore, the marshmallows having melted. "yeah... it was fucking hot." you hummed back.

"but don't be frightened when you wake up inside of me tomorrow."

You roll your eyes but start pulling the hem of the t-shirt up, up, showing off more of your bare thigh inch by inch. You don’t miss the way that Baekhyun’s eyes are shining now with interest, visible even through the phone screen. 

“Fuck, baby, are you actually… ” he says, then groans when you pull the shirt all the way up to expose your pussy. You’re glad that the angle means that your face is no longer in the picture to show just how red your cheeks have gotten. You’re no stranger to sex over text, phone, or Facetime anymore, not with Baekhyun always on tour or otherwise away, but it’s still embarrassing sometimes nonetheless.

“I need to come home now,” he breathes. “You look so good.” You hear rustling on the other end and his image is shaking a little bit.

“Are you touching yourself, Baekhyun?” you ask.

“Yes. Wanna see?”

As soon as you breathe out a yes he’s panning the camera downward and pushing the blankets away, showing off how he’s languidly stroking his cock, his boxers just barely shoved down to the tops of his thighs. “I haven’t done this in days,” he mumbles. “Been wanting to save it for you.”

“Well I’m here now,” you say. “And you’ll be here in person in a couple days.” You can’t help yourself as your free hand starts to circle your clit gently. “And you can do anything you want to me then.”

Baekhyun sighs, stroking a little faster. “Anything I want?” He isn’t looking at his phone anymore, head tipped back against the pillows, eyes closed and lips parted.

“What do you want to do to me, Baekhyunnie?” you whisper.

“I want… I need your mouth on me,” he says. “And I want to taste you.”

“Want me to sit on your face?” you ask, and he moans, sending a shiver down your spine. You slip two fingers into your pussy, fingering yourself slowly like how he does. You try to imagine it’s him, taking his time to tease and ease you open, mouthing along your neck and collarbone, feeling his lips twitching into a smirk whenever you gasp or moan.

“Fuck, yes.” You see a bead of precum on his tip and your mouth is fucking watering. You imagine taking him into your mouth, feeling him trembling beneath you as you take him deeper into your throat. “And then I want to fuck you.”

“Hard or soft?”

“Hard,” he groans, and fuck does that make you whimper. You increase the speed of your fingers to match his quickening pace, tilting your hand so the edge of your palm is pressing against your clit. “I won’t stop until you cum at least twice.”

“Baekhyun, I need you,” you whimper.

“I know, baby, I need you too.” He breathes in shakily. “I’m not gonna last for that much longer.”

“Cum for me, Baekhyunnie, I want to see,” you say. You want to push him to the edge, make him feel good with just the sound of your voice. “Where do you want to cum when you’re here with me? In my mouth? On my stomach?” You pause. “Inside me?”

“Fuck, fuck,” he groans and he’s coming, all over his stomach. “Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’re trying to kill me.” He readjusts the camera so it’s back on his face now, and he’s clearly taking in the sight of you writhing underneath your own fingers, face blissed out but eyes still hungry for more. “How close are you?” he whispers.

“Close,” you whine. “I’m not as good as you are at it.”

“Hm? You wish it was my fingers in you?” he asks, teasing.

“Yes.”

“Show me with your fingers how you want me to fuck you when I’m home,” he says. 

You slip in a third finger and pump them faster, the wet sounds of your pussy mixing with your breathless moans. You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly as you screw your eyes shut. Images flit through your brain rapidly of Baekhyun, his head between your thighs, his face tucked in the crook of your neck as he buries himself inside of you, his cocky smirk as he snaps his hips into you relentlessly, gripping your hips with firm hands.

You cum moaning his name, your walls clenching tightly around your own fingers as your body shakes, far too strung out to feel self-conscious about it. As you come back to your senses, you see Baekhyun’s face on your phone watching you intently, hungrily. It’s infuriatingly hot and you find yourself more sexually wound up despite the orgasm. 

“Enjoying the show?” you joke weakly.

“You know I am.” There’s some shuffling on the other end as he reaches to the nightstand to grab some tissues to clean himself up. “I love touring and all but I can’t wait to be home,” he sighs. “This was fun but it makes it impossible to do the best part.”

“What, actually having sex?” you ask.

He scoffs, mock-offended. “Now who’s the one only thinking about sex? The best part is cuddling after, silly.”

“Oh, right, right. I guess that’s alright” you say, giggling at his squawk of protest. “You just need to come home as soon as possible so we can do that then.”

“Yes ma’am.” He yawns. “I should probably sleep now. You should too.”

“Okay, baby. Goodnight Baekhyunnie.”

“Goodnight, my love. Dream of meeee~”

You laugh and end the FaceTime, smiling to yourself. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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“You like that, hmm?” Baekhyun groaned, the sound a slow, husky purr near your ear.

His hand pressed the back of your head firmly into the mattress. You lay belly-down, hips lifted and exposed, as he drove into you from behind, his cock fully stretched and pumping deep inside your cunt.

You were upstairs, in his old room, escaping from the family dinner.

You tried to form a simple word, but you knew any sound would immediately dissolve into a desperate moan. Baekhyun felt utterly magnificent inside you; each thrust filled you so completely that your eyes almost rolled back with the sheer pleasure. And then, you hummed a soft, needy reply, and a tiny, involuntary cry slipped from your lips, causing him to instantly grin.

“Want them to hear you, love?” Baekhyun murmured, his teeth gently nuzzling your earlobe. “Let’s make sure they hear exactly how good I’m fucking you.”

He immediately slammed into you with a power that stole your breath. Your moan was muffled instantly by the cushion, and you fiercely bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to stay silent.

“Baek—no…” you pleaded, the word thin and strained. Your cheek squashed against the bedding, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him pumping his cock deeper, harder, and faster.

“You know,” Baekhyun whispered against your naked spine, his breath hot, “it was a damn good idea to fake that headache, babe.”

Even though Baekhyun had teased you about letting them hear, the sudden, sharp knock at the door immediately silenced him. His playful demeanor changed, and his gaze darkened. He instantly clamped his hand over your mouth, his palm warm and firm against your lips, demanding your absolute silence.

Your back arched involuntarily from the sudden, intense panic, burying your hand in the mattress to keep your balance. Baekhyun never broke his rhythm, continuing to thrust deep inside you, slowly, intoxicating.

Then you heard the voice—his aunt’s, muffled but unmistakable—on the other side of the door. “Honey, everything alright in there? Did your girl feel any better?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Without missing a beat, Baekhyun answered with shocking, easy normalcy, his voice totally smooth and steady. “Yes, auntie. She just finally fell asleep.” Baekhyun lied effortlessly, like he wasn’t pinning you to his old bed, making you feel his dick hitting your g-spot.

“Okay, Baek. Good night.” 

The sheer terror of being caught, combined with the sudden, intimate danger of the moment, caused a powerful reaction you couldn’t control. You clenched around his cock with a desperate, crushing strength, and the sudden, overwhelming sensation catapulted you into climax. Even as waves of ecstasy washed over you, he kept thrusting, burying himself inside your contracting body until her footsteps finally faded down the hall.

“Baek—” you moaned, your words muffled against his fingers. You spasmed violently over his body, your whole frame trembling and twisting, utterly focused on remaining silent behind his hand. 

“Fuck, baby—” he groaned. “So perfect... so tight.”

Baekhyun finally freed your mouth. Now, he pulled your hair with both hands, forcing your back to arch so dramatically that your spine reached his chest. With every powerful thrust, your vision blurred, your legs trembled, overwhelmed by the mix of arousal and sheer exhaustion. You pressed your lips tight, fighting desperately not to make a sound, but your head was spinning wildly.

Baekhyun’s cock was throbbing inside, sending an exquisite, demanding torment directly to your core. His hips collided with your ass until he finally milked you, a heavy, complete orgasm that you felt flood deep inside your contracting body. 

“Good girl,” Baekhyun purred closer to your ear, the triumph evident in his voice. “You fucking drain me, love.”

You consider your boyfriend to be the human epitome of a puppy. Not like a full grown golden retriever, but a sweet and clumsy corgi puppy. There are times where you can almost imagine a set of fluffy ears on top of his head, perking up once you finish your work and finally have a moment to spare to spend with him. Sometimes he’ll bump his head against you, rubbing his face and hair into the crook of your neck as a plea for attention. 

Baekhyun would whine for the attention too, like actually whine for it. Invading your personal space and playfully distracting you from whatever you have your focus on, peppering your face and neck with innocent kisses. “Baby, please… I miss you,” He’d say with pout, catching your lips in a kiss when you briefly look at him. Even if he’s been next to you all day, it isn’t really spending time with each other if you aren’t focused on him!

“You’re doing so well, pup. Thank you for being so patient,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hand and tucking the strands behind his ear now that it’s grown out a little. He noticeably beams at the praise. 

You’re sure if he had a tail, it would be wagging all day long. And there are moments where you imagine strapping a collar around his neck... wondering whether he would love it or paw at it with an annoying expression. You also wonder if you should reward him with a treat for his good behaviour. 

Though his version of a treat wouldn’t be his favourite meal or a gift to add to his gaming set up. God no, his version of a treat would result in holding your legs open with a strong grip on your thighs, blunt nails biting at your skin as he laps your slick folds eagerly. Baekhyun has too much pent up energy sometimes, and unleashing it all on you is something he begs for. 

“No! No please let me taste you again, baby please!” He’d say when you attempt to close your legs from the overstimulation, though his mouth is already on your raw, wet cunt, harshly sucking at your swollen clit. His dick is already hard again, even after spilling inside you just moments before. Dipping his tongue into your spent hole, he tastes the satisfying mixture of his cum and your slick seeping out. The sight alone makes him go haywire. 

“Fuck- pup, slow down, Ah!–” Your words barely register in his head until after he’s pushed your knees to your chest, already rutting his thick cock inside your pussy once again, whimpering at how easily it slips inside you.

Baekhyun watches himself enter you, almost in a trance at how well you take it. The relentless fucking throughout the night stretching your pussy and molding your plush walls to fit his dick perfectly, it drives him crazy. 

The band of his sweatpants is pulled down only enough so he can hold his member. His gasps, you note, match the rhythmic sounds of wet skin as he strokes himself. He’s not taking it easy. His hand is a blur of motions. You aren’t sure how long he’s been going, but right now, he’s very much engulfed in his own world, and whatever porn was open on the laptop in front of him has already gone into screensaver mode.

And, God, does he look like he’s feeling good. His gasps turn into small moans, and his movements quicken. You cannot see his other hand from your perspective, not until he suddenly moves it up his chest and wraps the slender fingers around his beautiful neck, as though to choke himself. You slap your hand over your lips. You hope he didn’t hear the little gasp that escaped you. It doesn’t seem like he did. He doesn’t look present.

And especially when his voice becomes louder, like he’s starting to forget to hold himself back, like the self-control flew out the window and you press your thighs together, hands fidgeting because the mere thought of him making these sounds when he’s on top of you- Good God, you don’t think you’re sane.

The whimper he lets out is so sinful that it puts your senses on hyperfocus, and you’re now heaving against the doorframe, eyes fixated on his cock as he finally cums, and it sprouts all over his hand still wrapped tightly, and over the sweatpants and shirt, which he doesn’t seem to notice, head tilted back and lolling around the headrest, face only now starting to relax slowly.

That’s it, you think. That’s your time. You’ve overstayed your welcome. The realization is thick in your throat, making you feel absolutely disgusting with yourself.

But as you turn around to leave quietly, a dark chuckle echoes through the room, and you freeze, head slowly turning, not certain if you’re ready to face him.

“Pervert” he utters. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes are still closed, but there’s a sinful smirk on his face, like he’s pleased with himself.

“I-I’m so sorry, I…”

“Come here.”

You stay frozen in your place, not knowing what to do. He finally opens his eyes and glances at you, eyes dazed. Lazy.

“I gave you a show. Now come here and clean up.”

You blush furiously at the invitation, but at heart, you know that if you’ve already gone this far, there’s no point denying it any longer.

You might be down bad, but Baekhyun, clearly, isn’t any better.

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“Open up,” Baekhyun mumbled. He held up a big, shiny strawberry half-covered in chocolate sauce, letting you just lean in and snag it right off his hand.

In the comfortable living room, the fire was kicking out a chill vibe, and the warm light made his face look golden. Baekhyun was only wearing boxers and an old tee, and you were drowning in one of his comfy shirts.

You bit into the fruit. That rush of sweetness made you let out a little happy sigh. He gobbled up the rest, then pecked you with a chocolate-y, sticky kiss that made you giggle.

“It was delicious,” Baekhyun sighed, savouring the sweetness.

You grabbed a marshmallow, dipping it generously into the chocolate sauce, and did the exact same thing he had done before. “Your turn,” you murmured, curving your lips.

He ate it in one bite, but when you leaned in to give him a light peck, Baekhyun didn’t stop at a peck—he kissed you harder, his mouth hungry as he cupped your face. Both of you giggled against each other’s lips.

“Stop!” you whined, not really wanting him to stop.

“Never.” He gave you a loud sticky kiss on your cheek.

You climbed onto his body, settling directly onto his warm lap. He immediately cupped your waist, unable to resist your proximity. Baekhyun took off your oversized shirt in a swift move, making you gasp.

“That was getting in the way,” he muttered, tossing it aside. Even in the warmth radiating from the fireplace, your skin shivered deliciously as he bent his head and kissed his way along your collarbone.

“Mmh, you taste much better than the chocolate,” Baekhyun mumbled against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps. Then you felt a playful grin spread across his mouth. “Can I eat something sweeter, love?”

“Hhm? What?” you panted. “You already finished the strawberries.”

“Nope,” Baekhyun said, pulling back slightly, his eyes flashing. “The best dessert is always you.”

You felt his finger rubbing your nipple with something warm and sticky. You looked down to see it was a fresh smear of chocolate. You opened your eyes just in time to find Baekhyun’s eyes on yours, grinning. Immediately, his tongue tested your covered nipple, cleaning every bit of it with slow, deliberate attention.

“Baek—” you moaned.

Your mind was racing at full speed, but your hips were grinding against the noticeable boner pressing into your crotch, barely covered by his thin boxers.

Baekhyun didn’t stop at just one nipple. He continued his exploration, still devouring your skin, the sweet, sticky chocolate smudged across your other nipple and the curves of your breasts. Groaning, his mouth was giving you the best, most shocking sensations, a blend of warm breath, cool chocolate, and rough tongue.

“God, you’re so delicious,” Baekhyun mumbled against your tits, his words laced with desire. “Tastier than anything.”

You gripped the soft hair at the back of his head, instinctively pulling him closer and deeper. But even as his mouth worked its magic, your lower body kept moving, moaning softly, just for him.

Baekhyun pulled back for only a second, his eyes—dark and burning in the firelight—meeting yours. “Easy, love,” he mumbled, his voice husky. “You’re gonna burn right through my boxers before I even get them off.”

“Then take them off,” you whispered, your voice raw. “I wanna feel you, Baekhyunnie.”

“Shit—” he groaned. “I can’t resist if you say it that way.” His hand immediately moved to the waistband of his boxers, tossing them aside

Baekhyun gave you a nasty kiss, more tongue than lips, aligning his cock to finally thrusting deep into your cunt. Both of you gasped at the familiar sensation, and a second later, you were riding him, finding a frantic rhythm.

“Slow down, love,” Baekhyun panted, trying to follow your pace. “Fuck—you feel so good.”

Desperate, Baekhyun reached up, his hand already sticky with chocolate, wanting to rub it against your nipples again, but you caught his wrist. You brought his fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean, your tongue curling around each one until the sweet, messy residue was gone.

Baekhyun opened his eyes wide, letting out a raw, deep moan at the warmth of your tongue. “God…” he groaned. “You know exactly what to do with that mouth.”

“Mmh,” you savoured, “the chocolate tastes better with you,” the words breathless.

“Jesus Christ,” Baekhyun panted, his hips surging beneath you. “I’d cum just to see you sucking my fingers.”

You felt his free hand clamp onto your waist, the grip firm and undeniable. You immediately started moving faster, deeper, the intensity making your breath catch. You had to pull his fingers out from your mouth just to release a full, shuddering moan, but he was already grabbing the chocolate container again.

“No, no. I’m not done yet.” Baekhyun’s eyes were gleaming with a fierce light. He covered his fingers with a thick smear of chocolate once more, holding them out to you. “Do it for me, angel.”

And with a needy groan, you accepted his demand. “Anything for you, Baekhyunnie,” you murmured before sucking his sticky fingers off, not stopping until they were spotless and his grin was wide with satisfied ownership.

Baekhyun didn’t let your mouth stay idle for long. Even with his focus intensely fixed on your tongue, he started thrusting you faster, the deep, hard rhythm of his hips driving against yours. His fingers were moving back and forth, the sweetness making you gag slightly, but that didn’t stop you. Your hips locked to his, and the raw, needy moans kept spilling out.

“That’s right,” he groaned, his voice low and ragged, his eyes never leaving your face. “Keep that mouth busy, doll.”

The intensity was too much for either of you to resist any longer. He let out a rough shout, his body tensing as he came first, the deep surge of his release filling you entirely.

You felt his fingers give one last, demanding push, and then your own body seized and shuddered. You followed him immediately, your entire body convulsing around him, already feeling completely possessed by his seed.

And then he kissed you—a deep, messy kiss. His lips tasted like chocolate and him. You felt his tongue glide into your mouth, making you moan softly again. Instinctively, you moved your hips against him.

He was still deep inside, and to your surprise and delight, he was already hard again.

“Now let’s see how fast we can do that again,” Baekhyun whispered against your mouth, his breath hot and ragged.