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note: i stan ot9 but i won't be writing for jongdae to give respect to his family

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✿ - personal fave

kim minseok

— none yet

kim junmyeon

— never really over (angst writing challenge)

junmyeon x reader / ex-lovers au / 0.7k wc "you still wear my hoodie?" + "shhh. I know."

— not fair (angst writing challenge)

junmyeon x reader / moving away au / 1.4k wc "you think this will make me stay?" + "he already boarded the plane. we're too late."

— operation: how to kiss your best friend (requested)

junmyeon x bff!reader / best friends to lovers au / fluff / 1.3k wc how to kiss your best friend in five easy steps: 1.) pick the perfect opportunity, 2.) act quickly and decisively, 3.) seize the moment, 4.) confess your feelings, 5.) share your first kiss with your crush

zhang yixing

— none yet

byun baekhyun

— how to kiss a boy ✿

baekhyun x bff!reader / non-idol au / fluff / 1.3k wc how to kiss a boy: 1.) grab his waist, 2.) slip your hand in his pocket, 3.) steal his wallet, 4.) don't even kiss him, just run

— thinking out loud ✿

baekhyun x f.idol!reader / k-variety show au / fluff / 1.9k wc you and baekhyun play a game that involves cat ears that measure brainwave activity

— super (not) shy (requested)

baekhyun x shy!reader / non-idol au / fluff / 1.5k wc baekhyun does everything he can to get your attention

— trouble (requested)

badboy!baekhyun x reader / pregnancy au / angst / 3.9k wc trouble comes in the form of a certain red-haired man named baekhyun

— cry for love

baekhyun x reader / ex-lovers au / angst / 1.2k wc it's been months since your breakup but baekhyun still remembers

— opposites do attract... literally (requested)

baekhyun x shy!reader / college au / fluff, light angst / 6.3k wc reader finds it difficult to believe that baekhyun could like them (romantically) back

— habits of the heart (requested)

baekhyun x gn!reader / established relationship / fluff / 1.6k wc what it is like being in a relationship with baekhyun

— catch-22 (requested)

baekhyun x reader x chanyeol / love triangle au / angst / 2.9k wc baekhyun is jealous that you still hang out with your ex-boyfriend, chanyeol

— learning to walk away (angst writing challenge)

baekhyun x reader / breakup au / 0.5k wc "step out that door and i swear we're done."

— a secret love (angst writing challenge)

baekhyun x married!reader / secret affair au / 0.8k wc "my mom/dad asked about you again." + "leave him and marry me."

— way back into love (angst writing challenge)

baekhyun x reader / ex-lovers au / 1.0k wc "he's lost without you."

— don't leave me loving you (angst writing challenge)

baekhyun x reader / breakup au / 0.5k wc "don't leave me. don't you dare leave me." + "running seems to be all you're good at."

— baby, don't cry (angst writing challenge)

baekhyun x sick!reader / terminal illness au / 1.0k wc "why didn't you tell me?" + "you left. what did you expect me to do?"

— cycle (angst writing challenge) part i // part ii ✿

fuckboy!baekhyun x toxic!reader / strangers with benefits au, toxic relationship au / eventual smut / 6.5k wc "do you treat all your hookups like this?" + "i don't love you."

— illicit affairs (angst writing challenge)

cheater!baekhyun x cheater!reader / secret affair au / 1.2k wc "you say this is what you want but your eyes are telling me a different story." + "he already knows."

— the cha(rizz)matic byun baekhyun ✿

baekhyun x older f.idol!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.8k wc baekhyun proves that chivalry isn't dead in an interview, even if he has to 'rizz' his way through it

— weight loss alternatives (requested) ✿

sub!baekhyun x dom!reader / married au / smut, fluff / 4.6k wc baekhyun wants to lose weight but hates working out, so you offer an alternative method—sex

— banters, booze, and byun part i // part ii // part iii

baekhyun x reader / wedding au / fluff / 11.1k wc you two were supposed to be on neutral ground at the wedding, but baekhyun makes it hard as he revels in being your personal menace

park chanyeol

— catch-22 (requested)

chanyeol x reader x baekhyun / love triangle au / angst / 2.9k wc baekhyun is jealous that you still hang out with your ex-boyfriend, chanyeol

— smile on my face (angst writing challenge)

chanyeol x actress!reader / ex-lovers au, celebrities au / 0.6k wc "that was supposed to be me, not him."

— been through (angst writing challenge) ✿

daddy!chanyeol x mommy!reader / single parent au / 0.7k wc "daddy, how did you and mommy meet?"

— now, we're breaking up (requested)

chanyeol x reader / breakup au / angst / 0.8k wc chanyeol's reaction to your sudden breakup

— i'm drunk, i love (you)r eyes (requested)

chanyeol x reader / idiots in love au / fluff / 2.3k wc chanyeol picks you up from a night out and your drunken antics were almost too much for him to handle

doh kyungsoo

— culture shock ✿

kyungsoo x f.idol!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.6k wc inspired by kyungsoo's reaction to hwasa's performance at the 2023 blue dragon film awards show

— habits of the heart (requested)

kyungsoo x gn!reader / established relationship / fluff / 1.2k wc what it is like being in a relationship with kyungsoo

— first time in a long time (requested)

kyungsoo x reader / non-idol au, established relationship / fluff, very light angst / 2.0k wc kyungsoo and reader spend their first anniversary in greece, but kyungsoo has some worries

— truth or dare (requested) ✿

kyungsoo x f!reader / enemies to lovers au / fluff / 1.1k wc kyungsoo and you hate each other, or so it seems

— birthday shenanigans

kyungsoo x f!reader / birthday au / fluff / 0.4k wc today seems to be kyungsoo's 'lucky day' (alternatively: you celebrate kyungsoo's birthday without saying the word 'birthday')

kim jongin

— vanilla

kai x dancer!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.2k wc inspired by THAT ‘vanilla’ fancam from waterbomb festival 2022 in seoul

— mixed signals (angst writing challenge)

jongin x reader / unrequited love au / 0.9k wc "why've you always gotta send me mixed signals?" + "don't you get it? I'm in love with you and it scares the hell out of me."

— heart+breaker (angst writing challenge)

jongin x cheater!reader / breakup au / 0.8k wc "if lies keep spewing from those lips, then i'm walking out that door." + "i'm never going to be good enough for you, am i?"

oh sehun

— almost (requested)

sehun x reader / non-idol au / fluff / 1.9k four times it was an almost and one time it became a finally

— morning glory (requested) ✿

sehun x f!reader / non-idol au / crack, fluff / 1.7k wc sehun meets reader for the first time, but that isn't the only first that transpired

— more than a dance (requested)

sehun x f.idol!reader / dance practice au / fluff, eventual smut / 5.1k wc sehun gets the chance to dance with his crush in more ways than one

— all i wanted (angst writing challenge)

sehun x reader / unrequited love au / 0.5k wc "i fell for you."

— against all odds (angst writing challenge)

sehun x reader / apocalypse au / 1.0k wc "i was doing fine. really, and then you waltz back in like you didn't break my heart."

— virgins no more (requested)

virgin!sehun x virgin!reader / loss of virginity au / eventual smut / 3.3k wc you and sehun decide to take things further in your relationship

— something to remember by (requested)

sehun x singer!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.3k wc sehun's gold necklace brought more attention to him than intended, but he doesn't regret wearing it

— fortuitous encounter (requested)

sehun x actress!reader / idol au / fluff / 1.3k wc the parting between sehun and you left a bittersweet taste in both of your hearts, but this fortuitous encounter in egypt appeared to be the perfect opportunity to rekindle the long-lost spark that had once burned between you two

Squinting your eyes groggily, you gradually brought yourself back to the realm of consciousness. Panic set in as you frantically scanned the room, the haze of the previous night's events slowly unfurling in your mind. The memories were like fragments of a puzzle, and you struggled to piece them together.

As you surveyed the room, a flicker of recognition brought relief. A familiar face, Chanyeol, walked towards the doorway, carrying a glass of water and what you presumed were hangover pills.

Sitting up, the realization hit you like a freight train. The words echoed in your head: "Why am I in your apartment?" Your voice, scratchy from both the sudden awakening and the regrettable indulgence in one too many drinks, grumbled.

"I'm never gonna drink again," you vowed internally, the regret echoing in your thoughts.

Chanyeol, bemused by your disoriented state, leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow as if he found your confusion amusing. Your attempt to piece together the events of the previous night felt like solving a puzzle with missing pieces.

Your threat was half-hearted but genuine. "Park Chanyeol, I will fight you," you declared, a glare with a mix of hangover-induced irritation and amusement at your own predicament fixed on him.

"Oh, calm down," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You called me in the middle of the night, complaining about how your cat isn't pink, started crying, then you threw up, and the—"

You winced at the mental image of your drunken dumbassery, the embarrassing details surfacing like unwelcome ghosts. Memories of your intoxicated antics seeped into your consciousness, and you couldn't help but groan, burying your face in your hands, a futile attempt to shield yourself from the embarrassment that lingered in the room. "Alright, I get it."

Chanyeol approached, his footsteps resonating in the room as he handed you the glass of water and a couple of hangover pills, offering a lifeline to your throbbing head. Grateful, you mumbled your thanks, though a lingering question tugged at your mind like a persistent itch.

"But why didn't you just take me back to my apartment? You know my address anyway," you questioned, gingerly nursing the hangover that seemed to intensify with every passing moment.

Seating himself on his gaming chair, Chanyeol emitted an audible sigh, his hand running through his disheveled hair. "I did," he deadpanned, locking eyes with you. "But your dumbass forgot your door's PIN code." A shake of his head conveyed both disbelief and amusement. "And being the good friend that I am, I couldn't leave you alone outside your apartment to fend for your blacked-out self."

His emphasis on 'good friend' carried a subtle hint of teasing, leaving room for potential future favors, but he left it at that, a mischievous glint lingering in his eyes.

You playfully rolled your eyes at his theatrics but expressed gratitude nonetheless.

As you prepared to delve into the details of your antics from the night before, a sly grin adorned Chanyeol's lips. "Also, did you really think you could fight me? That's so cute."

Daggers shot from your eyes, but his teasing smile only broadened. "I could totally take you in a fight!"

An arched eyebrow and an unconvinced expression met your claim. "Sure, babe. Whatever you say."

The reality of the situation hit you, and a wave of panic washed over you once more as you glanced down at the unfamiliar clothes adorning you. Sure, your dignity remained intact with your panties, but your legs were bare, and you were drowning in an oversized shirt that undoubtedly belonged to Chanyeol.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you attempted to coax your brain into replaying the events of the night.

The neon lights of the bar flickered in a chaotic dance as you stumbled out, a giggling mess with your heels dangling from your fingers. You were seeing a kaleidoscope of colors, and your laughter echoed like a tipsy melody. It was clear–you were drunk. Very drunk.

In your intoxicated haze, you fumbled with your phone, squinting at the screen to dial the one person you knew would be your savior in moments like these—the one person whose number was etched into your memory like the back of your hand: Chanyeol. The phone rang, teasing you with each passing second. Just as hope started to wane, a deep voice echoed through the device.

"Hello?"

"Yeol...lie," you slurred, your words a tipsy melody that only you seemed capable of deciphering.

A pause hung in the air, and for a moment, you feared Chanyeol had hung up. Then, a sigh reached your ears. "You okay?" Concern seeped through his voice, cutting through the fog of your alcohol-induced haze.

"Nope, not okay. I can't feel my tongue," you declared with an unusual seriousness, your fingers tracing across your lips as if verifying their existence.

"Send me your pin. I'll come get you," he stated, his voice carrying a mix of worry and determination. You nodded in agreement, forgetting that he couldn't see your affirmation.

"Don't move, okay? I'll be there in a few minutes," Chanyeol assured, the sincerity in his tone comforting despite your intoxicated state.

This time, you managed a hum in response, a feeble attempt to signal your confirmation, mind lost in the whirlwind of loud music, neon lights, and drunken whimsy.

It wasn't long before a tall figure with an all too familiar face appeared in front of you. There he was–Chanyeol, your knight in shining armor, or rather, in a casual hoodie and jeans that still managed to carry a certain heroism about them.

Excitement bubbling over, a foolish grin stretched across your face as you stumbled toward him, exclaiming, "Chanyeol! My hero!" With the gracefulness of a newborn fawn, you wrapped your arms around him in a wobbly embrace, the warmth of his presence a welcome anchor in your sea of inebriation.

Chanyeol held you with a steadying grip, preventing you from tumbling in your inebriated state. His gaze reflected a blend of amusement and concern as you practically collapsed against him.

He chuckled, his deep voice a warm, soothing balm to your intoxicated senses. "What happened to you?"

"I had an epiphany about cats," you mumbled, your words slurring slightly as you rested your head against his chest. "They should come in pink. It sucks that they don't."

Chanyeol, ever patient and indulgent, entertained your whimsical drunken thoughts. His hand found its way to your hair, ruffling it fondly. "Pink cats would've been super cool," he agreed, his tone carrying a touch of warmth and amusement. In that moment, in the glow of neon lights and the haze of alcohol, Chanyeol was not just your knight but also the willing co-conspirator in your intoxicated musings.

As he guided you towards his car, a wave of emotions washed over you, and for some inexplicable reason, tears began to well up. Sniffing, you halted in your tracks and looked up at Chanyeol, uncertainty etched across your features.

Concern crept onto Chanyeol's face as he observed your trembling lips and furrowed eyebrows–telltale signs that you were on the verge of tears. Before you could articulate your feelings, tears started streaming down your cheeks.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Chanyeol's voice held a gentle reassurance as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs, his touch offering both solace and comfort. "It's just so unfair. You're so tall," you bawled, your words a mix of a sob and laughter. The irrationality of your emotional outburst only intensified as Chanyeol's towering presence loomed over you.

Upon hearing those words, an unexpected burst of laughter escaped his lips. "Come on, let's get you home," he suggested, his amusement evident but not devoid of understanding.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to relax against the plushness of the passenger seat in Chanyeol's car. The vehicle cruised through the city, but the memories of the car ride to your apartment and his, vomiting your guts out, as well as the events that transpired at his place were all like distant echoes.

After a brief yet vivid flashback, you turned your attention back to the present, meeting Chanyeol's eyes with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

"Wait, we didn't... right?" you stammered, your voice caught between horror and confusion. In a sudden surge of modesty, you instinctively felt the need to shield yourself from Chanyeol's view, arms awkwardly covering your chest.

Chanyeol, ever the mischievous tease, feigned innocence, placing a hand over his chest in mock surprise. "Wait, you don't remember? Did I not give it to you good enough?"

A brilliant shade of red painted your face, matching that of a ripe tomato. "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE WE—"

Chanyeol then burst into laughter, interrupting your frantic outburst. "Calm down!" he held up a hand. "Nothing happened. Contrary to what you believe, I do have self-control, and you were clearly not in any condition to consent to literally anything."

Relief washed over you, and you released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. "Thank goodness."

A sly smile crept onto Chanyeol's face. "But you were definitely something." His words hung in the air, a playful acknowledgment of the night's escapades. It was at that moment that you recalled the last missing piece of your memory, a realization that played out in the connection between his amusement and the events you now remembered.

Chanyeol gently guided you to sit on his bed, a silent understanding passing between you as he moved to retrieve something from his dresser. Returning promptly, he stood in front of you, only to be taken aback when you abruptly stood up, cupping his face with your tiny hands.

"I know I'm drunk, but I love your eyes. They're pretty," you boldly declared, your gaze locking onto his. At that moment, the air between you thickened with the unexpected weight of your words.

Chanyeol's response was a mere whisper of your name, a sound that hung in the air and felt oddly intimate. The silence that enveloped you both was far from uncomfortable; rather, it was a suspended moment of shared vulnerability. As you stood so close to him, the warmth emanating from Chanyeol seeped through your skin, his proximity becoming a cocoon of comfort amidst the haze of your inebriation.

From this close range, the scent of detergent on his hoodie mingled with a faint trace of his cologne, creating an olfactory symphony that, in your inebriated state, proved oddly soothing. You found solace in him, a realization that surfaced amidst the chaos of the night.

Your hands, initially cradling his face, ventured down to his chest, where the steady thumping of his heart met your fingertips. It was an unintentional exploration, the touch fueled by a liquid courage that blurred boundaries. Before you knew it, your hands traveled further, daringly sliding down to his belt, attempting to unbuckle it. Such audacity would have been unthinkable if you were sober, but in the realm of alcohol-induced confidence, inhibition seemed a distant concept.

“No, no—hands off my belt, ___! I’m trying to change you out of your disgusting, vomit-ridden clothes, for God’s sake!” Chanyeol exclaimed in a panic, his panic slicing through the charged atmosphere like a reality check.

Undeterred by his plea, your hands persisted. Driven by an intoxicated determination, you hurriedly stripped your tank top off, and in a bold move, placed Chanyeol's large hands against your bare chest. It was a surreal and audacious attempt to playfully challenge the boundaries between you two.

In the midst of your inebriation, a misguided sense of seduction overcame you. "Are you finally going to touch me like I deserve?"

Dumbfounded couldn't quite capture Chanyeol's reaction. He stood there, looking everywhere but your chest, utterly bewildered. He was struggling to comprehend why you were acting in such an unexpected way. Pushing you away gently, he managed to distance himself from the unexpected advance, leaving you to land back on the bed with a series of giggles, as if the entire incident had been an amusing charade.

“What? No! Absolutely not!” Chanyeol's denial was firm, the disbelief evident in his eyes.

A hint of confusion lingered in his eyes, and if you strained your ears enough, you could have sworn you heard him mumble under his breath, "No. Not like this."

Chanyeol, perhaps out of a mixture of bewilderment and concern, took charge of the situation, helping you change your clothes–this time, with your explicit consent. As the fabric of his shirt slid over your skin, the atmosphere shifted, the charged energy replaced by a more subdued intimacy.

Soon, you found yourself snuggled beneath the warmth of his comforter, a sense of comfort settling in. With a gentle bid of goodnight to you, he closed the door, leaving you to drift off into the whimsical landscapes of dreamland.

Emerging from the flashback, a profound sense of embarrassment settled over you like a heavy cloud. You groaned, grabbing a pillow to smother your face and unleash your frustrations in a muffled scream.

"Chanyeol, I'm so sorry."

"It's all good, don't worry," he reassured, his tone carrying a mix of understanding and lightheartedness. "I could just tell people that you tried to fight me naked instead. That'd be a great story."

You started with a cozy breakfast at a cafe you two frequented. As Kyungsoo took the first bite of his tiramisu bread, the waitress offered a warm smile, saying, "On the house for you today." He thanked her, glancing at you with a puzzled look in his eyes. You shrugged it off, attributing it to the two of you being recognized as their patrons with how often you visited the place.

As you continued your day, you noticed the pattern repeating–a discount at the bookstore, a free dessert at his favorite restaurant, and even a street musician playing his favorite song without any specific request. Each time, Kyungsoo would look at you with an arched eyebrow, confusion growing, as he silently questioned the unusual occurrences. You'd merely respond with a casual smile, insisting it was just a lucky day.

Throughout the day, you watched as Kyungsoo enjoyed the perks, a bemused smile gracing his lips. It was almost as if the universe conspired to grant him small pleasures, and yet, not a single person wished him a happy birthday outright. It seemed he was growing more perplexed with each passing "coincidence."

As the day waned, you led Kyungsoo back to your apartment for your weekly movie nights. The air buzzed with anticipation as he settled onto your couch, scrolling through movie options for the evening.

Briefly excusing yourself, you reappeared in the living room with a simple yet beautifully decorated cake adorned with a lone candle in your hand. His eyes widened as you playfully sang, "Guess who found a whole cake in my fridge~~"

"How did you know?" Kyungsoo's voice held a mix of surprise and amusement.

You grinned, replying, "Just a hunch." But as he blew out the candle, it dawned on him. The scattered hints throughout the day, the special treatment–it all clicked.

"You knew it was my birthday," he marveled, connecting the dots. "But why didn't anyone just say it?"

A chuckle escaped you, savoring the moment of realization brightening his features. "Because birthdays are your least favorite topic, and I wanted to make it special without making you uncomfortable."

Kyungsoo's gaze softened, a grateful smile playing on his lips. "You're something else, you know that?"

You hated to admit that the tension that usually accompanied your interactions with Baekhyun had gradually morphed into a lighter, more enjoyable banter within just a few hours. As a matter of fact, it perplexed you that the line between bicker and banter even blurred, revealing a strangely pleasant chemistry that wasn't laced with the usual hostility.

Another realization, one you were reluctant to acknowledge, lingered in the back of your mind—spending time with Baekhyun was, against your better judgement, more cordial—enjoyable even—than you initially thought.

That wasn't so bad, right? I can see now why he's so likable.

Humming in response, you feigned deep thought as you thought about his query, "I suppose you've leveled up from being an annoying thorn." To add a touch of playful exaggeration, you reached up to touch a finger to your lip as a gesture. "You're now a fruit fly hovering over my plate. Progress, right?"

The playful grin you directed at him seemed to amuse rather than annoy him, as he chuckled, the sound resonating with warmth.

"Oddly specific, but I'll take it as a win. Cheers to being a fruit fly hovering over your plate, then." Baekhyun lifted his glass in a mock toast, and you followed suit, clinking your glasses together.

Peering from the edge of your glass, you observed the brunette, who was casually leaning against the balcony, as he downed the last remnants of his drink.

You took notice of how the soft glow of the moonlight seemed to illuminate his features, casting a soft glow over his face. The ambient light created a mesmerizing aura around him which softened the edges of his usually cheeky and mischievous expression. The cool touch of the marble against your skin sent an involuntary shiver down your spine as you instinctively withdrew from the tall pillar you had been leaning on. Closing the distance between you and Baekhyun felt like a natural progression, and surprisingly, there was little to no hesitation in your movements.

Leaning against the banister, your peripheral vision caught Baekhyun making no attempt to distance himself, even though only a forearm's length separated you. His attention seemed elsewhere, his head tilted back as he gazed contemplatively at the stars above. The night sky served as a canvas for his thoughts, and for a moment, you found yourself observing him in a rare moment of introspection.

It was odd, really. You felt surprisingly comfortable with Baekhyun these past few hours, even now in silence like this. It was a stark contrast to the usual tension you two shared that had defined your dynamic then. If it were like the 'good ol' times', you two would've likely ripped each other's throats out before you can even find yourself being alone with him like this, but tonight felt different, almost serene in comparison.

With the festive atmosphere surrounding you, what began as a casual "grabbing a drink" with Baekhyun had evolved into something more. From drinking a few glasses at the bar, you now found yourselves nursing your last glasses in a secluded area of the venue, overlooking the reception from a distance—a tranquil space untouched by the wedding's reception. Whose idea was that? You forgot. But strangely enough, you also didn't care.

He's actually easy to be around.

Your capacity for alcohol, coupled with the wedding's open bar, provided ample opportunities for indulgence. Having a high tolerance came with its advantages, and in this case, it manifested in the form of unlimited quality alcohol courtesy of your best friend's wedding. Who were you to pass up such an opportunity?

And the more you drank, the more barriers between you and Baekhyun seemed to dissolve like the effervescent bubbles in your champagne. The conversation between you two became more fluid, veering from the usual snarky remarks to a more lighthearted teasing, and even occasional glimpses into each other's lives.

Concluding the thoughts racing in your head, you decide to let out a deep sigh. "I know I clinked glasses with you, but now I take it back. You cheated, Byun," you argued with a playful pout, crossing your arms as you faced him.

The sudden accusation seemed to catch the brunette off guard, jolting him out of his thoughts, as he swiftly repositioned himself. The simple act of Baekhyun facing you—unexpectedly giving all of his attention on you—caused a subtle shift in your proximity, charging it with a magnetic energy that defied the usual friction between you two.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Baekhyun's confusion was evident in his tone as he leaned in, seeking clarification. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze in this newfound closeness. Despite the haze of inebriation, his features were surprisingly clear, allowing you to take in the details of his face: the coffee-like hue of his eyes seemed to speak volumes, the delicate curve of his eyelashes kissed his cheeks with each blink, the moles that peppered his face resembling stardust, and those tempting pink lips that looked surprisingly tender.

Pretty.

The thought lingered in your mind, an unexpected acknowledgment that cut through the alcohol-induced fog. You tried not to think about what you might have done if you had actually gone ahead and felt those lips against yours.

As Baekhyun spoke, a subtle whiff of whiskey accompanied his words, and the proximity between you two suddenly felt overwhelming. The scent lingered in the air, heightening your awareness of his closeness and inducing a slight dizziness. It was a realization that dawned upon you, triggering an urgent need to create some distance between the two of you. With every breath you took, the necessity to put space between you two grew more pressing.

"You used my weakness to alcohol to get me to like you." The confession slipped from your lips in a whisper as you attempted to push him off, the urgency to create distance growing. The revelation hung in the air, and the playful banter took a more serious turn, revealing an undercurrent of vulnerability beneath the surface.

However, your attempt to push him away was feeble at best, met with Baekhyun's gentle yet firm grip on your wrists, securely holding you in place. The touch, once a source of irritation, now carried a different weight—a warmth that held a surprising welcome and revealed a vulnerability that neither of you had anticipated.

"You like me?" Baekhyun asked in genuine surprise, his eyes widening at your unexpected admission.

You hadn't meant for the statement to come out as such, but your brain appeared to lose its filtering function, making you blurt out your thoughts directly as it is. Your tongue was coming loose with the aftereffects of the lingering alcohol.

"I-I mean, like, we weren't bickering like cats and dogs, and I was actually enjoying your company," you replied in haste, an attempt to extinguish the growing fire of revelation.

"Ahh, so you enjoy my company now. I'm glad," he confidently smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Only because I'm under the influence!" you audibly groaned, attempting to reason with the teasing brunette. "My tongue's loose."

The words spilled out, laced with a mix of embarrassment and humor, as you braced yourself for Baekhyun's reaction. Adrenaline rushed through you, heightening the moment's intensity.

As you awaited Baekhyun's response to the embarrassing admission, he merely quirked an eyebrow at you, slowly loosening his grip on your wrists. Your cheeks heated up under his gaze and you knew for a fact that it wasn't solely because of the alcohol coursing through your veins.

The atmosphere seemed to shift, the usual mischief in Baekhyun's eyes replaced by a contemplative gleam and something deeper as he looked at you. His dark hair cascaded gently as he subtly leaned in, his eyes gleaming as they met yours, and you found yourself frozen, your heart hammering as his breath warmed your lips.

"What?" you breathlessly asked, your widened eyes flickering with curiosity.

"You know," he began, a thoughtful smile graced Baekhyun's lips, "there's something I've never quite told you."

His words hung in the air, and a silent anticipation enveloped the space between you two. As he leaned even closer, his eyes met yours, and you felt a delicate shift in the dynamics that had defined your relationship for so long.

"The reason I've been getting under your skin all these years is that... well, I like you. A lot."

Surprise caused your eyebrows to shoot up, and a brief silence settled between you, the weight of his confession—an actual confession this time—sinking in. Baekhyun shifted uncomfortably, uncertainty etched across his features. Before you could formulate a response, he continued, preempting your reaction.

"I know, I know," he added hastily, "it's not the most conventional way to express feelings. But how else does one get the attention of someone as beautiful, charming, funny, and magnetic as you?"

He confessed without reservation, "You've completely enamored me, ___, mind and heart."

The revelation left you momentarily speechless, caught in the whirlwind of emotions that Baekhyun's confession had stirred. The banter, the snarky remarks—had they all been part of a carefully constructed façade, a peculiar way of expressing affection? Baekhyun, the perpetual thorn in your side, had just unveiled a vulnerability you hadn't anticipated.

"Baekhyun, you're joking... right?" you finally managed to say, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and disbelief. "There's no way you actually feel that way about me."

As the words lingered in the air, you found yourself revisiting the tapestry of your interactions with Baekhyun over the past years. He had never shown any romantic inclination towards you, at least not in a way that you could discern. All that filled your memories were the snarky remarks and insults exchanged during your verbal sparring, the echoes of annoying pranks that he had played on you. The mental replay of those moments made you unconsciously grimace, a mixture of frustration and confusion settling within you. It was difficult to reconcile the Baekhyun you thought you knew with the one who had just laid bare his feelings.

"You stuck gum in my hair! I had to cut my hair short because of that!" you accused him, frustration etched across your face.

"It was an accident, I swear!" he exclaimed. "But I gave you that bottle of conditioner to help fix it, though! It was supposed to act as a lubricant to—"

"You gave me hair bleach, you idiot!" You groaned, the image of you dumbfoundedly staring at the bottle of hair bleach that Baekhyun gave you at the time resurfacing. You remembered shouting all the curse words you knew when you realized that you had to cut your hair. "I thought you were antagonizing me."

"I'm really sorry, okay? I really didn't mean for those things to happen," Baekhyun admitted, his tone carrying a genuine sincerity. He sighed, and in that moment, the weight of his regret seemed to hang in the air. "Although, in all honesty, your short hair then really suited you. It looked really sexy." He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment at the admission, as if realizing the unconventional compliment might not be received well.

"Byun Baekhyun!" you wailed in frustration, partly from the embarrassment of recalling those moments, and partly from the unexpected compliment that had just been thrown your way.

He shrugged, a sheepish grin playing on his face. "Anyway, I guess I thought that if I told you directly, you'd avoid me, stop talking to me entirely. Even if it was through insults or snarky remarks, at least I knew I had your attention. And the idea that you paid attention and thought about me too, even if it wasn't pleasant, somehow, made it worth it."

As Baekhyun revealed his unconventional motive, a wave of realization washed over you. In retrospect, Baekhyun never explicitly expressed hatred towards you. The pranks, although irksome, were more nuisances than genuine harm. Come to think of it, whenever you two did have your verbal sparring, you acknowledged that it often started from your end, prickly as you were, misinterpreting his words and intentions as hostile.

Perhaps it was a 'you' problem all along, and he had just been an unwitting victim of misunderstandings and bad timing.

The sincerity in his eyes softened the revelation, making it oddly endearing, the frustration you felt suddenly diffusing. It was as if the puzzle pieces of your dynamic were finally falling into place. Baekhyun, the perpetual irritant, had been navigating the labyrinth of your emotions in the most convoluted way possible.

Your initial surprise gave way to a mixture of emotions—confusion, amusement, and a subtle realization that the banter, which had once felt like a battleground, was actually a peculiar form of connection for him. Baekhyun, in his own misguided way, had been trying to capture your attention all along.

"Baekhyun," you began, a smirk tugging on your lips, "you really are an idiot, you know that?"

He chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, I figured. But hey, at least it got us here, right?"

The atmosphere between you two seemed to shift, shedding the weight of tension and revealing a lighter, more nuanced connection. It was like a curtain being drawn back, unveiling a painting that depicted a bigger, more intricate picture.

In the quiet intimacy, your eyes locked onto his, and the space between you and Baekhyun felt like it was closing in naturally. The magnetic pull between you intensified with each shared breath, creating a palpable sense of proximity.

With a gentle caress, your hand found its way to his cheek, a silent question lingering on the tip of your tongue. Logic dictated that the right thing to do was to let go. To separate. To take a step back. Yet, as your fingertips traced the contours of his cheek, you found yourself unable to pull away.

You just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

The question you were hesitant to articulate hovered in the air. It had the potential to completely change the course of your relationship with Baekhyun. The rational side of your mind argued that entertaining such thoughts was foolish, but for once in your life, you yearned to defy to reason.

As you gauged his reaction through the depth of his eyes, relief washed over you. There was no discomfort; instead, he responded to your touch with a subtle surrender, closing his eyes as he leaned into the tender caress of your fingertips.

The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, drowning out the 'what if' scenarios that logic relentlessly presented. And the more you gazed at Baekhyun, the more those rational doubts hushed, leaving you lost in the peace reflected in his eyes.

A soft voice, barely above a whisper, as though sharing a secret reserved for just the two of you, snapped you back to the present.

"Can I kiss you?"

The realization that the words had escaped your own lips struck, but before you could overanalyze, you saw Baekhyun's face transform from disbelief to unbridled joy.

As you closed the remaining gap, your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. In that moment, the kiss, you realized, was a bridge that delicately connected you and Baekhyun, two individuals who had been dancing around each other for far too long.

The soft press of his lips against yours sent a thrill through you, a cascade of sensations that spoke of longing, desire, and discovery. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing a flood of emotions that had long been held back. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken emotions, a culmination of years of banter and tension. The lingering taste of champagne mixed with the heat of the moment, creating a heady concoction that left you both breathless.

With the initial hesitation melting away as the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. The moonlit night, the faint strains of music from the wedding reception, all became distant echoes. In that moment, there was only you and Baekhyun, the intimate connection between you growing stronger with each passing heartbeat.

What was previously playful banter evolved into something more primal, a dance of bodies seeking closeness. Baekhyun's hands moved with a deliberate yet gentle urgency, tracing the contours of your figure as if committing every detail to memory. His hands, strong, reassuring and warm, found a comfortable place on your waist, and the contact sent a delightful shiver through your body. Baekhyun's hands explored the curves of your waist, tracing patterns that left an indelible imprint on your senses. You were grateful for his steadying presence, as if his touch had the magical ability to anchor you in the midst of your swirling emotions.

Pulling back, you found yourselves locked in a gaze, Baekhyun's eyes a mixture of vulnerability and hope gleaming in them. "I've wanted to do that for the longest time," he confessed, his voice softer than usual but infused with a playful sparkle.

You couldn't help but smile, a genuine, unguarded expression that mirrored the emotions swirling within. "You could have just said so instead of driving me crazy with your antics."

His laughter, warm and sincere, filled the air. "I guess I wanted to make sure you were really paying attention to me."

You playfully rolled your eyes, sensing the familiar banter that usually followed such moments. But this time, you decided to take charge, steering the conversation in a different direction.

"Since I've been 'paying attention' to you, why don't you show me how it feels like to have your undivided attention?" The cadence of your voice dipped into a seductive murmur, a subtle challenge lingering in the air, inviting him to indulge to the allure you had just laid before him.

The atmosphere between you and Baekhyun shifted, charged with a newfound energy. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken invitation that lingered between you.

A playful grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Well, well, aren't we eager?" Baekhyun's voice carried a teasing lilt that a snarky response rose to your lips, but it died at the unmistakable warmth in his gaze... and at the way something deep inside you responded. It was as if, for a moment, the banter and the barriers between you two had completely dissipated, leaving behind a shared understanding.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled you closer, more decisive this time around. The air seemed charged with an electric anticipation as his thumb traced a gentle path along your lips, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine.

Leaning in, Baekhyun captured your lips in another fervent kiss, but this time, it was different.

It wasn't just a mere meeting of lips; it held a promise.

The promise held within the kiss was one of exploration, a journey into uncharted territory of making you feel good. Each tender caress of his fingers, a testament to the unspoken promises that lingered in the air, drove your senses into overdrive.

Every kiss, every touch, heightened the craving for more like a dormant fire had been ignited and the flames of passion roared to life.

At this point, you were blissfully unaware of your surroundings. Somewhere between the balcony and the pillar that you were leaning against earlier, the world outside had blurred into insignificance. The sudden cool touch of the marble against your bare back sent a shiver down your spine, and instinctively, you arched against Baekhyun. Your chest pressed intimately against his, and his leg found a place between yours.

Your heart hammered with a rhythm set by his ministrations, and for a moment, you wondered if he could feel the frantic beating against your chest—each thud echoing the spark that surged between you two all because of him. Trapped between the pillar and Baekhyun, you found solace in his embrace, the cool marble contrasting sharply with the warmth of Baekhyun's body. It wasn't the layers of clothing that made him warm; it was an inner heat, a fire within him that had been ignited.

Baekhyun's hand found its place at the middle of your back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your spine. Simultaneously, he nibbled on your bottom lip, coaxing a half-gasp, half-moan from you. As you parted your lips, he seized the opportunity to tenderly swipe his tongue over yours, tongues seeking each other's touch, a gentle exploration that tested the uncharted waters of desire.

Your hands tangled in the soft locks of his hair, the strands feeling luscious against your fingertips, creating a sensation that was as incredible as it was arousing. His fingers played with the edge of the silky fabric of your dress, teasing the exposed skin of your lower back. The combination of his touch and the soft, intimate ambiance of the night created a symphony of sensations that intoxicated the air around you.

You never really anticipated Baekhyun expressing his passion and desire in this way, and the sudden revelation excited you even further. His kisses were fervent, filled with a hunger that mirrored a longing soul reunited with its lover. Each touch, each exploration, spoke of a deep-seated yearning that had remained unspoken for too long.

The escalating heat between your legs was getting harder and harder to ignore, a relentless ache that Baekhyun's every touch seemed to stoke. Your body, betraying your attempts at restraint, responded with an involuntary grind against his clothed thigh. Seeking friction to appease the intensifying desire within you, you couldn't deny the urgency that overtook your senses.

Your attempt at subtlety crumbled when the vibrations of Baekhyun's deep chuckle reverberated through your body. He nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, and the charged atmosphere intensified, becoming a tangible force that urged you to surrender to the mounting passion.

Way to be subtle, huh, ___?

The internal scolding echoed in your thoughts, but it was swiftly drowned out by the escalating rhythm of desire that pulsed through your veins.

You teetered on the edge of losing control, your body already entranced by Baekhyun's touch. As you instinctively tilted your head, granting him more access to your neck, you found yourself breathlessly voicing a wavering protest.

"I don't think we should be doing this, Byun."

Baekhyun's eyes, darkened with desire and a depth of seriousness, locked onto yours. A playful smirk danced across his lips, a tempting invitation that further blurred the lines of restraint. "Why not?"

A nervous laugh escaped your lips, the gravity of the risqué situation sinking in. "Because this is—"

"Exactly what we both need." He interrupted, his voice low and tempting. "No more dancing around it, no more bickering. It's about time we stop the banter."

Your breath caught at his bold words, the tension between you escalating. "It's risky, Baekhyun. We've been at each other's throats for years, and now—"

"Now we're kissing like we're finally releasing this sexual tension we've had all these years," he interrupted, his voice low and provocative.

"Will you stop interrupting me!" you glared, earning a good-natured chuckle from him.

"You look hot when you're mad, did you know that? It's one of the things you do that turn me on." His voice carried a teasing lilt.

"Stop changing the subject," you mumbled, swallowing hard as the air felt thick with anticipation. "What if this changes everything?"

He silenced your worries with a sudden kiss.

Baekhyun's fingers traced a teasing path along the skin of your collarbone. "Isn't that the point? After all, everything already changed the moment you asked to kiss me, doll."

Touché.

Leaning in, his warm breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine. "Tell it to me straight. Is this not what you truly want? Because if it isn't, then we can forget this ever happened and go on about our lives before this."

The daring look you exchanged held a silent agreement, a shared understanding that the path ahead was uncertain yet undeniably enticing.

With a mutual decision to cast aside the remnants of restraint, he pecked your lips for good measure before intertwining his fingers with yours, tugging as he guided you inside of the halls, the balcony slowly disappearing from your sight.

Baekhyun's eyes held a spark of mischief as he squeezed your hand, a silent reassurance that spoke louder than words. The pulsating beat of your heart matched the rhythm of your hesitant steps as he led you toward a nearby room, away from the prying eyes of the festivities. The soft glow of ambient lighting spilled through the partially open door, revealing a glimpse of the intimate space within.

Baekhyun's playful smirk hinted at the promise of something more, and you found yourself unable to resist the metaphorical pull that drew you closer to the threshold of the room. The door clicked softly behind you leaving you and Baekhyun completely alone. He turned to face you, his gaze, filled with intensity and longing, locked onto yours.

"You sure about this?" he asked, the playful demeanor giving way to a genuine concern, his thumb gently tracing your cheek.

A mixture of nerves and excitement fluttered within you. You met his gaze with a firm nod, the unspoken understanding between you two solidifying. Baekhyun's lips curled into a reassuring smile, and in that intimate space, the world outside ceased to exist.

He closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a series of tender kisses, each one deepening the desire that had been building for so long, while his hands found a gentle place on your waist. The room seemed to shrink as your bodies gravitated toward each other, the magnetic pull too strong to resist.

As the intoxicating allure of the moment intensified, the need for closeness drew you toward the plush duvet that adorned the bed. The softness beneath your fingers seemed to beckon an inviting promise of comfort amidst the burgeoning intensity between you and Baekhyun. While the moonlit room cast a gentle glow, adding a layer of intimacy to the atmosphere.

The back of your knees gently brushed against the edge of the bed, a silent invitation to surrender to its inviting embrace. However, before you could give in to the temptation, Baekhyun's hands, warm and assertive, encircled your hips, halting your movement. His voice, a whisper laced with desire, sought permission as his fingers delicately hooked onto the thin straps of your dress.

"Can I?" Baekhyun's eyes flitted between yours and the straps, a silent query loaded with anticipation.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you decided to tease him. "Hmm, I don't know... can you?" A playful exchange of glances ensued, and this time, it was Baekhyun who rolled his eyes at your coy response.

His fingertips, tracing the path along your collarbones, gingerly slipped the thin straps off your shoulders one at a time, each movement deliberate and unhurried. As you turned, allowing him access to unzip your dress, the subtle touch of his fingertips against your skin sent shivers down your spine, a lingering sensation of warmth despite the cool air, even though he has touched that area of your skin not too long ago.

The dress gracefully cascaded to the carpeted floor, leaving you standing in the moonlit room, basking in the soft glow. Turning around to face Baekhyun, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of shyness at being almost fully bare under the moonlight.

His eyes, dark with desire, drank in your exposed form, and it was as if he were under a spell, captivated by the sight before him.

"You're staring..." you murmured, your voice carrying a hint of bashfulness at the intensity of his gaze, as you turned away from embarrassment, but he reached out, cupping your cheeks gently and forcing you to look at him.

Baekhyun studied you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and then a fleeting smiled touched his lips.

"Was I?" His response was laced with a mix of awe and sincerity. "You're just so beautiful; it still feels unreal to me. But if you insist, I'd better start making a move on you."

With those words hanging in the air, Baekhyun wasted no time, leaning in to claim your lips in a fervent kiss that left no room for hesitation. The world seemed to blur as you found yourself gently falling onto the inviting softness of the bed, the transition punctuated by a soft thud.

Before you could fully register the change in scenery, Baekhyun seamlessly followed suit, his form now straddling yours. The weight of his body pressed against you, creating an intimate cocoon on the bed. As his hands roamed across your waist and hips, a pleasurable shiver coursed through your body, adding to the electric charge that hung in the air. Baekhyun's lips traced a path along your jawline, leaving a trail of soft kisses that heightened the intensity of the moment.

His teasing touch ventured to the string of your panties, the elastic pulling against your skin with a suggestive sound that echoed in the room. A playful glint danced in Baekhyun's eyes as he remarked, "Thongs? If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were anticipating this."

"It was laundry day. Thongs were the only ones I had left," you countered, your breath catching in a breathless pant, defending yourself with a nonchalant shrug.

"Sure it was. You're practically begging for it, doll," Baekhyun teased, a wolfish grin spreading across his handsome face.

"I don't beg, Byun," you quipped, your fingers playing with the hem of his dress shirt. "But if I were to, you'd know it immediately." The banter between you two took on a flirtatious undertone, the tension building with each exchange.

His eyes, dark pools of desire, held a promise that sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. The air seemed charged with electricity, and the playful banter had seamlessly transitioned into a dance of seduction.

Baekhyun's deep chuckle resonated in the room, the sound blending with the charged atmosphere. He inquired, a suggestive gleam evident in his eyes, "Do you know what happens when you say such things to a guy who's on your bed?"

"Hmm, I could take a guess?"

"Oh yeah? Why don't I just show you?"

His dark eyes were like those of a fierce beast, smoldering and hungry, and just the sight of them made the heat of passion in you burst into a full blaze.

Damn, I'm finding myself growing weak for those eyes.

"You truly are a vixen." Baekhyun spoke with a tone of finality before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands squeezed at your hips, pressing himself further onto you, the undeniable evidence of his desire making itself known against your inner thigh.

As his lips molded with yours, every brush and press ignited a fire within. The subtle clash of teeth, the exploration of each other's mouths—it all added to the intoxicating symphony of desire.

Breaking away, Baekhyun gazed at you with a smoldering intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. "You're not making this easy, you know," he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of your body.

"Who said I wanted it easy?" you shot back, the flirtatious glint in your eyes daring him to take the lead.

Baekhyun's response was another searing kiss, a promise of what was yet to unfold.

As your nimble fingers worked to undo the stubborn buttons on Baekhyun's shirt, there was a palpable sense of urgency, a shared anticipation that electrified the air. The buttons yielded under your impatience, allowing Baekhyun's chest and torso to be freed from the soft fabric that had confined them.

His voice, now a contrasting melody to his earlier fervor, murmured, "No need to rush, doll. We have the rest of the evening to indulge ourselves." Baekhyun's lips, soft and teasing, left a trail of gentle kisses across the expanse of your slender throat until reaching your collarbones.

His hands, seemingly everywhere at once, glided around every inch of your body. The only barrier between you and complete exposure was the delicate lace of your thong. Despite this, the intensity of Baekhyun's gaze and touches left you feeling naked, vulnerable, and achingly aware of the desire pulsating between your legs.

"You know, I've only ever dreamt of being like this with you. But now, it's become a reality," Baekhyun confessed. His words, coupled with the tantalizing sensations of his fingers toying with your nipples—flicking, pinching, pulling—were unraveling the last shreds of your composure.

In this moment, Baekhyun embodied an actual erotica, his sweet words and electric touches creating its own kind of art—the art of your ruin.

"I believe you are a dream come true, doll." His words, whispered with sincerity hung in the air, becoming a declaration that intertwined with the heady atmosphere of shared desire.

He brushed his lips along the valley of your bare chest, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that heightened the anticipation coiling within you. Slowly, his journey led him to your nipples, and with a tantalizing precision, he grazed them with his teeth, one by one. The sweet, tingling sensation rippled through your body, drawing a soft, wanton moan from your lips—an involuntary plea for more. Seemingly attuned to your unspoken desires, he continued to lavish attention on your breasts, his lips creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through your senses.

As his fingers traced a path down your belly, anticipation mingled with every touch, and you found solace in tangling your fingers in his hair. However, just as the journey seemed destined to explore the depths of your desire, he stopped short, redirecting his hands to find purchase on your hips and thighs.

"Why'd you stop?" you whined, a plaintive note in your voice.

"It's no fun if I just go straight where you want me to. Gotta build up that anticipation first, you know?" he teased, his voice a low, sultry murmur.

"You're so annoying."

"But you like me anyway. You're the one who asked to kiss me, right?" he countered, the playful glint in his eyes daring you to argue otherwise.

You allowed Baekhyun to take the lead, relinquishing control over your body and pleasure to him. It was astonishing how he managed to remain so composed while igniting a fire within you, a blaze that consumed you from the inside out.

With every deliberate touch of his fingers, the caress of his lips, and the sweep of his tongue, waves of pleasure surged through your veins. You struggled to maintain composure as he explored every inch of your skin, deliberately avoiding the one place you yearned for him the most.

In an act of impatience, you seized one of his hands, abruptly putting a halt to his tantalizing movements. He looked at you with an arched eyebrow, a silent question in his eyes.

"Tease me in bed all you want. But don't complain if I start teasing you back."

Before he could react, you guided the hand you'd taken toward your mouth, capturing his thumb between your lips. With deliberate slowness, you drew it back out, maintaining eye contact as your tongue sensually glided over the digit.

A sharp intake of breath escaped him, his entire body momentarily tensing in response to the provocative gesture. It seemed you had succeeded in unsettling him.

In a sensuous retaliation, Baekhyun's fingers glided down your belly with deliberate intent, descending into the warm, wet heat nestled between your legs. With a swift, confident movement, he nudged aside the fabric that concealed the source of your desire. The touch elicited an involuntary gasp of pleasure, the intensity of the sensation coursing through you.

As the waves of pleasure threatened to overflow into an enthusiastic moan, you instinctively sought to muffle your own sounds of ecstasy, hand flying to cover your mouth. However, Baekhyun, in a gesture both commanding and intimate, gently intercepted your attempt. He pulled your hand away, fingers expertly entwining with yours, securing them against the bed beside your head. The unspoken message lingered in the charged air—an invitation to fully embrace and express the pleasure that was yet to unfold.

"Be as loud as you want," he whispered, his voice a seductive melody, "After all, it's a privilege to hear the lovely sounds of pleasure that you make."

Baekhyun's voice was a seductive purr, resonated deep and inviting, his intense dark gaze holding you captive as he drew close and pressed his nose to your neck. The heat from his skin and breath sent electricity through you, causing you to momentarily forget how to breathe, left speechless by the intoxicating words he uttered.

With a fluid grace, he discarded his remaining clothes, his intense gaze and touch never leaving your form, maintaining an unwavering focus on you and your pleasure.

His fingers, skilled and attentive, danced over your most sensitive bundle of nerves, orchestrating a symphony of pleasure that had you teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Meanwhile, his tongue explored the contours of your mouth, heightening the sensory overload. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he seamlessly transitioned, sliding into you.

The revelation took you by surprise—the realization that Baekhyun was more well-endowed than you had anticipated. His size, both length and girth, exceeded your initial expectations, leaving you momentarily in awe of how he had concealed such a substantial package beneath his clothing.

As the head of his impressive cock breached the intimate hole of your pussy, an involuntary loud moan escaped your lips, a complex mixture of pleasure and a bittersweet hint of pain. The sensation made your brows furrow, and you couldn't help but marvel at the challenge his size presented.

Baekhyun's breath, warm and heavy against your neck, mirrored the intensity of the moment. His fingers gripped your hip firmly as he struggled to fit inside you. With each inch of progress, a natural response caused you to instinctively clench around him, a move that elicited a deep grunt from him.

Your tight heat coated his length with a glistening wetness, a testament to the arousal that enveloped you both.

Sensing your discomfort, Baekhyun halted halfway, stealing a glance to find your eyes tightly squeezed shut. His hands moved soothingly over your hips, a gesture of reassurance. "Breathe, doll," he urged, his voice a comforting murmur, "I know you can take it."

You shook your head, attempting to follow his advice and take deep breaths, but instead, you bit your lip in a wince. "It's too big," you admitted, the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort dancing on the edge of an overwhelming experience.

Baekhyun, ever attentive to your needs, responded to your unease with a tender reassurance. "Just relax for me, okay? I promise I'll make you feel so good." His fingers traced soothing circles on your hip, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that spoke of both desire and concern.

Summoning your courage, you took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, and nodded in affirmation, a silent agreement to trust him. Baekhyun coaxed you further into relaxation by pressing kisses along your neck, his lips leaving a trail of warmth that contrasted with the tension building below. His thumb found its way to your sensitive clit, tracing delicate patterns that distracted your mind from the pain.

Focusing on the pleasure he provided helped ease the tension in your body, and as your muscles began to yield to his touch, Baekhyun took this as a sign to proceed. With a steady and controlled movement, he pressed further, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you. He was buried so deep inside your wet pussy that his tip lightly kissed your cervix.

A mingling of sensations enveloped you—fullness, warmth, and a lingering twinge of discomfort that gradually waned as your body acclimated to his size. Baekhyun held still, allowing you a moment to adjust and savor the stretch of having him inside you.

"F-Fuck," he drawled out in a guttural moan, dropping his head to rest against your chest.

"I feel so full, Baek," you moaned, your hips instinctively grinding forward, "You're so big."

"God, you're tight as fuck," he groaned, his voice a sultry murmur against the skin of your collarbone.

"You're just... so damn huge," you retorted breathlessly.

"Trying to compliment me, doll?" he teased, his voice a low rumble.

"You wish," you bit out, another moan escaping your lips as you glanced down where your bodies were intimately connected—your pussy stretched perfectly for him.

As the initial discomfort gave way to a growing sense of pleasure, you signaled to Baekhyun that you were ready for more. He began a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement calculated to ensure your comfort and heighten the shared ecstasy. Suppressing a moan in your throat, you felt the delicious sensation as he thrust into you. "You're going to ruin me."

"Good. I was planning on it," he responded with a wolfish grin, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that matched the fervor of your entangled bodies.

Fully sheathed inside you, Baekhyun artfully hooked your legs around his hips, elevating your torso above the bed while your head nestled comfortably on the pillow. His hands firmly grasped your hips as he thrust deeply into you that the room resonated with the melody of skin meeting skin, the moonlight casting shadows that danced across the walls.

Your fingers eagerly clung to the contours of his folded thighs, crescent moon imprints forming as each powerful thrust unraveled waves of pleasure. The rhythmic percussion of his balls slapping against the skin of your ass intensified the sensations, creating a primal cadence that echoed through the room.

Baekhyun's low, guttural grunts added to the primal ambiance, each sound a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that enveloped both of you. In this moment, the boundaries of sense and reason dissolved, giving way to the instinctual pursuit of pleasure.

The air was thick with desire, a tangible force that mingled with the scent of passion. The room became a sacred space where the only language spoken was that of shared moans and the synchronized rhythm of your bodies moving together. As Baekhyun's lips found yours in a hungry kiss, he absorbed the passionate cries that sought escape, merging them into the intoxicating melody of your shared pleasure.

Your unabashed mewls of pleasure and his name danced in the air, a melody that seemed to entice Baekhyun even further. With a deft move, he pried one hand away from your hip, tracing a tantalizing path from your waist to your nipple, then up to your neck and cheek, finally coming to rest at the plump of your bottom lip. Your eyes met his, and he returned the gaze with a teasing glint that spoke volumes.

His thumb applied a subtle pressure, conveying a silent message—one you recognized instantly. It was a subtle play, a continuation of the earlier tease you had initiated.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his digit, maintaining eye contact with Baekhyun. You sucked and nibbled, gliding your tongue along the contours of his finger, imagining that it was his cock instead. The act was a deliciously arousing exchange, causing him to thrust harder into you. Briefly breaking your focus on his thumb, moans of his name escaped your lips, the sound mixing with the heady scent of your arousal and the passion you two shared. Baekhyun watched your eyes roll back as you got drunk on his cock, chuckling at your reaction.

"You're taking me so well, doll."

A cascade of sparks and a maelstrom of emotions—yes, no, please, and a desperate plea for more—swirled within you. In an attempt to contain the sweet pangs surging through your body, you involuntarily squeezed your legs together, but the undeniable intensity of the pleasure left you gasping for more. As the pace quickened, the room echoed with the sounds of your shared desire. Moans and whispers intermingled, creating a melody that encapsulated the passion between you and Baekhyun.

With each rhythmic thrust, the pleasure surged, an intoxicating wave building to a crescendo that held the promise of sweet, sweet release. Words tumbled from your lips, a breathless confession of the overwhelming sensations that Baekhyun's movements stirred within you. "You feel so good inside of me," you gasped, caught in the intoxicating whirlwind of ecstasy. It was a pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

In the throes of ecstasy, your vision blurred, and a fervent cry of Baekhyun's name escaped your lips. The white-hot intensity of pleasure blinded you momentarily, a culmination of desire that left you breathless. Baekhyun, feeling the telltale throb of your climax around him, responded with a primal urgency, his movements reaching a fevered pitch.

The cadence of Baekhyun's hips intensified, each fervent thrust bringing him closer to the precipice of his climax. Each forceful thrust seemed to trigger a delicious overstimulation within you, the heightened angle of your hips meeting his every motion, intimately grazing your cervix. The result was a whirlwind of pleasure, a sensation that sent you spiraling into another round of euphoria.

As the overstimulation instinctively tightened your grip around him, a momentary falter in Baekhyun's movements signaled his impending release. He couldn't hold it back any longer. With one final, powerful thrust, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss, the intensity mirroring the culmination of passion that surged between you. Simultaneously, he stilled within you, the warmth of his release flooding your pussy with milky tendrils of his seed.

In this shared climax, you, too, found yourself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure once more. The room echoed with the symphony of your moans, muffled by the intimate connection of your mouths. The hushed whispers of shared ecstasy lingered in the air, a reminder of the intimate dance you both had surrendered to.

Baekhyun gently withdrew but remained close, his forehead tenderly pressed against yours, both of you catching your breath in the quiet aftermath. The moonlight spilled into the room, now hushed, casting a soft glow on your entangled forms. In that lingering stillness, it felt like time had froze—just you and Baekhyun finding solace in each other's embrace.

He sealed the moment with a final, tender kiss on your lips before settling beside you. Baekhyun's arms wrapped around you, creating a comforting cocoon as the clutches of fatigue gradually embraced you two. The room descended into a peaceful silence, lulling you both toward the edges of slumber. However, Baekhyun's voice cut through the quietude, his chuckle reverberating against his chest, rousing you from the brink of sleep.

Baekhyun's words lingered in the air, a revelation that sent a ripple of surprise through you. "Chanyeol's gonna lose it when he finds out that you like me back," he casually mentioned, the weight of his words settling into the room.

Looking up at him, your eyebrows furrowed with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Wait, Chanyeol knows that you like me?"

His expression shifted to incredulity. "Well, he is my best friend, you know? Of course, I'd tell him. If I didn't, he would've told me himself anyway because I was that obvious."

A sudden realization dawned upon you. Rosé, who's now-married to Baekhyun's best friend, was also your best friend. If Chanyeol knew, did Rosé also pick up on Baekhyun's feelings? The thought of her keeping this secret from you for so long left you contemplating whether you were truly oblivious to his subtle romantic advances.

"You weren't obvious to me," you mumbled, your mind retracing moments that seemed to escape your notice.

A smirk played on Baekhyun's lips. "That's because you're really dense," he deadpanned, earning himself a playful slap on the arm from you.

"I'm kidding! I guess you just never really saw me in that way." Baekhyun's gaze drifted into the distance, and a pang of remorse tugged at you. You couldn't shake the feeling that he had endured unspoken emotions while you harbored resentment. If only you had known about his feelings back then, perhaps the trajectory of your relationship would have been different, devoid of the years spent despising each other over a misunderstanding. As you were on the verge of apologizing and offering consolation, he spoke again, his words taking an unexpected turn.

"But it's okay because hearing you scream my name while I was balls-deep inside you was so much more worth it."

Okay, never mind.

Your eyes widened, cheeks igniting with warmth as the heat creeped upward. The need to divert your gaze from Baekhyun became suddenly intense.

Were you really that loud earlier?

"Baekhyun!" You scolded, shooting him a glare, the embarrassment intensifying as his laughter filled the room. He gently grabbed your chin, coaxing you to face him, and sealed the apology for his teasing with a gentle peck on your lips.

"I wouldn't change a thing if that's what you're wondering," he reassured, his fingers tenderly caressing your cheek.

"Why not?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"Because I wouldn't have been able to feel all these things that I'm feeling for you, and I wouldn't have been able to have all these incredible memories with you. Even if you did dislike me. In a way, you were a big part of my youth, ___."

Locked in a gaze with Baekhyun, a silent exchange of emotions unfolded, and all you could think was that you didn't want this moment to end. Your breath quickened, the intensity building against your chest, yearning for release. Baekhyun's words, especially the way he spoke about you and your name with a smile playing on his lips, stirred something within you, a feeling you couldn't quite decipher.

"Hey, doll? This is the part where you laugh and push me away and tell me to stop being a sap."

The sweetness in Baekhyun's smile disarmed you, and any lingering thoughts of teasing him flew away. Your eyes met, a shared understanding passing between each other, and laughter bubbled up again. As you leaned back with contented sighs, a sense of calm settled over the both of you. The laughter faded into a amicable silence, and you laid there, appreciating the simplicity of the moment for what it was, until Baekhyun spoke once more.

"So," he began, a playful gleam in his eyes, "wanna make a bet on how he's going to react to it?"

"What's the catch?"

"Winner gets to make a wish. Any wish. Loser has to grant the winner's wish."

Your mind whirred with visions of Baekhyun's unpredictable nature and the potential mischief his wishes could bring. This may not end well for you, so you must tread with caution. "The wish must be within reason, though."

A sly grin crept onto Baekhyun's lips, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Is wishing for another round of this count as 'within reason'?"

The memory of your earlier coupling flashed in your mind, and a subtle warmth tinged your cheeks. In fact, it was so good that you wanted more. So, another round of sex with Baekhyun wouldn't be unwelcome. It seemed like a win-win situation for both you and him.

"Hmm, I guess round two is 'within reason'," you conceded. Your positive response widened Baekhyun's grin, but beneath the playful exterior, you sensed there was more. Determination set in as you made it your mission to uncover the mystery behind that mischievous smile of his.

"Good. Because I'm definitely winning this bet."