candy

it had been two days since baekhyun returned from his world tour. he still hadn't been able to visit you, tied up with company schedules and meetings, but the moment he finally stepped into your apartment, everything else seemed to fade away.

you were sitting on the couch when his eyes found yours, a soft smile spread across his lips. without hesitation, he walked straight over and pulled you into a warm embrace. there it was—his familiar cologne, the one you could recognize anywhere.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "i missed you so much." you left a few tiny kisses on his cheek. his smile only grew wider.

"i missed you way more," he laughed, tightening his arms around you as he gently ruffled your hair. he buried his face against the top of your head for a moment, quietly taking in the comforting scent he'd missed for weeks before pressing a couple of soft kisses to your hair.

you pulled back just enough to pout at him, "no, i missed you way more~" that was all it took to awaken your competitive boyfriend. "no, baby," he said with a dramatic sigh, placing a finger against your lips. "you missed me... but i missed you so much i almost died."

he wore such a serious expression that you nearly believed him. you rolled your eyes with a laugh."you're so dramatic." "but... i really did miss you," you admitted, your voice growing softer. "it was so lonely without you. the apartment was way too quiet... no singing, no screaming..."

baekhyun's expression melted. he gently cupped your cheeks before showering your face with quick, affectionate kisses until you couldn't stop smiling. "did you really miss me that much?" he asked, searching your face with a fond smile.

you nodded immediately, still pouting a little, "of course i did." his smirk returned in an instant as he leaned in forward, lips inches away from yours. "can you prove it?" something darker flickered behind his gaze. his fingers caught your chin. "can you really prove you missed me?"

you understood exactly what he wanted. your fingers slid between his, gripping the hand that held you. "i missed you so much that i've been thinking about you every night with my fingers buried in my pussy."

the filthy confession made his cock twitch hard against his pants. he exhaled, the warm breath ghosting across your lips. "and?"

"and I'm so fucking wet right now," you gripped his hair, to which he groaned, "i need you so bad..."

that broke whatever restraint he had left. baekhyun seized your jaw and crashed his mouth onto yours. tongues slid together, teeth clashing. you sucked on his invading tongue and earned a low moan from his throat.

he nipped your bottom lip, then you shoved at his chest, pushing him back onto the couch so you could straddle his lap. his hands immediately gripped your hips, kneading the flesh while you rolled your pelvis down against the hard bulge beneath you. your arms looped around his neck.

he attacked your throat, biting and sucking until your skin bloomed red. his hands roamed everywhere at once. you yanked his shirt off, palms gliding over his back, raising goosebumps. he stripped your shirt away and discovered you wore nothing underneath. his fingers found your stiff nipples and pinched. "you're such a tease, you know that?"

You grinned. "learned from the best." you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. in one swift motion he flipped you onto your back. he hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs. "you're so fucking wet...can't live without me?"

his words only made you drip more. he kissed a path down your breasts and stomach, teeth scraping, tongue tasting. your toes curled. when he finally reached your core he didn't give in right away. hot breath washed over your folds. he licked and kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs instead.

"hyun… please~" he smirked against your skin. "mmh?" (bro thinks he's kai) his chuckle vibrated through you.

finally he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned in relief. he teased at first, light licks that made you whine, then he flattened his tongue and lapped at you with purpose. he sucked your swollen clit between his lips and your back arched hard off the couch. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open while he devoured you.

your body arched sharply as his tongue dragged through your soaked folds, the wet heat of his mouth sending sparks straight to your core. he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs tremble around his head. his tongue flicked your swollen clit in quick, deliberate strokes before he sealed his lips around it and sucked hard, pulling a broken moan from your throat.

"huck—baek," you gasped, fingers twisting into his hair. your hips bucked up against his face, but his hands pinned your thighs open, keeping you spread for his tongue. he licked you with purpose, long, slow drags that collected every drop of your arousal before circling your entrance and pushing inside. your walls fluttered around the intrusion, needy and desperate.

he pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your wetness. "you taste so fuckin' good," he murmured, then dove back in, tongue fucking into you while his nose brushed your clit.

every wet sound filled the room. his mouth working you over, your slick dripping down his chin. your toes curled hard against the couch cushions as he sucked your clit again, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning.

the stretch made you cry out. he pumped them deep, curling against that spot that made your vision blur while his tongue never stopped. your thighs shook around his head, muscles tensing as the pleasure built fast and sharp. "don't stop—please," you begged, voice cracking. baekhyun moaned into your cunt like he was starving for it, fingers thrusting harder, faster, his free hand gripping your ass to hold you still.

your orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through you so suddenly your back bowed off the couch. your pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing as you came hard, wetness flooding his tongue. he didn't pull away. he licked you through it, drinking every drop, tongue gentle now but still working your oversensitive clit until you were whimpering and pushing at his shoulders.

he finally lifted his head, lips and chin glistening, eyes dark with hunger. "i thought i was supposed to prove it to you?" you managed to say, though your voice came out weaker and breathier than you intended. your thighs trembled slightly as you pushed yourself up, the muscles still twitching from the aftershocks of his mouth.

you began to crawl up the length of his body, your knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dragging the heat of your wet center against the rough fabric of his shirt.

his cock strained against his pants, the outline unmistakable and rigid, trapped behind the zipper and button of his slacks. the heat radiating from him was palpable, a desperate throb that you could feel even through the layers of clothing. you paused your ascent, hovering right over the bulge, grinding down just enough to make him hiss.

"yeehaw~" you winked, letting the playful drawl hang in the air between you, he chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest where it hovered near his. the corners of his eyes crinkled, forming into half-crescents.

you freed him from his slacks, tugging the fabric down just enough to let his cock spring free. it slapped heavily against his stomach, rock hard and flushed a deep, angry red. the vein along the underside pulsed visibly. he laid his head back against the hand rest of the couch, exposing the long line of his throat, his chest heaving slightly.

"aren't you the desperate one?" you smirked, looking down at him with a raised brow. your fingers danced lightly along his length, not gripping, just teasing the sensitive skin with the very tips of your nails.

"so come and ride me, please baby..." he said, his voice dripping with a mocking desperation that was clearly to provoke you. he bucked his hips slightly, trying to urge your hand into a firmer grip, but you pulled back just enough to keep the contact maddeningly light.

you scoffed, shaking your head at his impatience. your hand finally closed around him, wrapping your fingers tight around the thick girth of his cock. you didn't move immediately, just holding him there, feeling the frantic beat of his pulse against your skin.

then, you moved your hand up and down in a devastatingly slow pace. you dragged your palm from the base to the tip, twisting your wrist slightly at the head, before sliding back down just as slowly. it was a rhythm designed to tease without giving any relief.

he let out a moan, his voice cracking with genuine desperation. "faster..." he groaned, his head pressing harder into the hand rest, his eyes squeezing shut.

you stopped your hand at the top, right under the glans, and squeezed his tip hard, cutting off the building pleasure. "what? didn't hear you..." you leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear, enjoying the way his entire body tensed beneath you.

he exhaled sharply, a long, ragged breath that signaled his defeat. he stopped trying to buck his hips, surrendering to your pace. your hand moved again, a bit faster this time, but still nowhere near enough to grant him the friction he needed to get off. it was a tease, a promise of what could be if he behaved.

"baby, please..." his words came out muffled, half-buried in the cushion as he turned his face away, his restraint fraying at the edges. seeing him unravel beneath you, the control shifting entirely into your hands, you decided to grant him what he needed—but on your terms.

you finally shifted under him, sliding your body down the couch until you were prone, your legs falling open to accommodate him. he moved instantly, covering your body with his own, the weight of him grounding and intoxicating.

he reached down, lining himself up, and entered you inch by inch. the stretch was intense, a slow burn that bordered on overwhelming. both of you let out a moan at the contact, a harmony of relief and need. your slickness made it easier to slide him in, your walls clamping around him, pulling him deeper. he didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours.

he anchored your waist with his hands, his grip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as if he never intended to let you go. the connection was absolute, the heat between you reaching a boiling point as the teasing finally gave way to the raw reality of him inside you.

the rhythm didn't wait for permission. he withdrew almost to the tip, the thick head of his cock catching on your rim, before slamming back into you with a force that drove the air from your lungs. the couch springs groaned in protest under the assault.

a metallic counterpoint to the wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin. his hands, previously anchored at your waist, began to wander with possessive intent. palms traced the curve of your hips before sliding down to the backs of your thighs. he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them up and back, folding you nearly in half.

the position left you completely exposed, your pussy spread open and helpless against the relentless battering of his hips. baekhyun drove deeper with this new angle, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl. you gasped, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the cushions above your head as he set a punishing pace.

the scent of sex—musk, sweat, and the sharp tang of your own arousal filled the small space, thick enough to taste.

baekhyun leaned down, the heat of his chest radiating against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his breath was a scorching wave against your damp skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. "you feel that?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your throat. "i'm gon' fuck you so hard, til you can't walk,"

he punctuated the promise with a sharp snap of his hips, drawing a ragged moan from your lips. his teeth grazed the sensitive pulse point below your ear, not quite biting, just threatening it. "you're going to take it, right?" you bobbed your head at his lewd words.

the pressure inside you built rapidly, a tightening coil of heat low in your belly. the friction of his shaft dragging against your inner walls was electric, sending jolts of pleasure shooting down your spine.

you could feel the orgasm coming, a wave just about to break. your breath hitched, your muscles tensed, and you tilted your hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for that final push over the edge.

"please," you whimpered, the word tearing itself from your throat. "i'm so close—"

he knew. he felt the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, the sign of your release and just as you squirmed against him, he stopped.

he buried himself to the hilt and held still, his hips flush against yours, denying you the friction you needed to fall. the sudden stillness was torture. you whined, a high, frustrated sound, and bucked your hips trying to create the movement yourself, but his grip on your thighs was iron. he held you pinned, impaled on his cock but unable to move.

"you wanna come so bad?," he grinned, the smugness evident in the dark lilt of his voice. "beg for it properly,"

the denial hung heavy in the air, the pulsing need in your core refusing to subside. it throbbed around him, an ache that demanded satisfaction but his game had backfired. the frustration didn't break you; it sharpened you. the teasing, the control, it had all been a start to this. you weren't just going to beg; you were going to take.

you mustered every ounce of strength you had, you locked your gaze on his. the playfulness was gone, replaced by a fierce, hungry determination. you pushed against his chest, using the momentum to surprise him. he faltered, his balance shifting on the narrow couch. seizing the opening, you rolled your hips, using the weight of your body to flip him over.

baekhyun landed on his back with a grunt, and before he could recover, you straddled him. his cock, still hard and slick with your arousal, stood against his stomach. you didn't hesitate, you sank down on him in one smooth motion, taking him deep until your ass met his thighs.

the angle was different now—deeper, fuller. you braced your hands on his chest, your nails digging into the hard muscle there. "my turn," you breathed, a smirk playing on your lips as you began to move.

you started slow, a deliberate roll of your hips that ground your clit against his pelvic bone. you watched his face, saw his eyes widen and his jaw go slack as you took control of the rhythm. you teased him, rising up until just the head remained inside, pausing to let him feel the empty air, then slamming back down. you set the pace now, fast, hard, and merciless.

the power dynamic had shifted in an instant. he gripped your hips, his fingers digging in your skin, but he wasn't guiding you anymore; he was holding on for dear life. your thighs burning with the exertion, the slap of skin growing louder and wetter.

"fuck," he gritted out, his head falling back against the couch cushion. "you look so good like this.."

"you should've behaved properly" you shot back, clearing provoking him, riding him harder, the friction building that familiar coil again, but this time you took the lead. you could feel him swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he lost his composure. his breathing turned ragged, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

the sight of him coming undone beneath you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the friction against your clit; it was too much. the orgasm that had been denied crashed over you, violent and overwhelming. you threw your head back, a cry tearing from your throat as your pussy spasmed around him, rippling and clenching.

your climax triggered his. he groaned deep in his chest, a guttural sound of surrender. with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go.

his cock jerked inside you, pulsing violently as he came. you felt the hot rush of his seed filling you, coating your insides, marking you from the inside out. the heat was intense, a liquid flood that seemed to go on forever, prolonging your own aftershocks.

you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling, the sweat cooling on your skin. the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, the frantic thud of hearts slowing down. you could feel the sticky wetness between your thighs, the physical evidence of his release leaking out around him.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his body, his face buried in your hair. the aggression was gone, replaced by satisfaction.

you lay there for a long time, tangled together on the couch, the connection between you both with a quiet, exhausted intimacy. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your lips, and closed your eyes, completely spent.

"is this enough proof?" you muttered against his ear, a small smile playing on your lips. he let out an exhausted exhale. "you sucked the soul outta me, baby."

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"morning, dae," you say. sing-song, rather. there's a lilt to your voice he doesn't understand. "slept well?"

"mm. head's not hurting too much. i don't think i drank a lot."

you don't say anything, just continue watching the coffee drip as you go about preparing some cereal.

jongdae tilts his head. did he do something? "you'll tell me if something's wrong, right?" he asks, fingers worrying at his sweater that reaches past his fingertips. "if i said or did something stupid? that hurt you?"

"of course."

"…well?"

"you didn't do anything that hurt me," you say, and he's known you long enough to be able to read between the lines.

"but i did do something stupid."

you turn to face him, palms against the counter. there's a grin on your face too radiant for the morning. it feels like jongdae's looking at the sun.

"maybe."

he sighs. "did i sing and wake up our neighbours again?"

"no."

"did i serenade you?"

you laugh. "no, but i'd like that, i think."

"throw up on the carpet?"

you shake your head. "you just crawled under the covers and slept next to me. you even apologized for waking me up."

that sounds…good, then. what the hell did he do?

"do you really not remember?" you ask, eyes glinting.

jongdae shakes his head, mind drawing blank on the previous night. all he remembers is you being on his mind, from the moment the party wrapped up till minseok dropped him home. he'd been tipsy, but sober enough to unlock the door, slip into his nightclothes and snuggle up behind you in bed.

(and press tens of tiny kisses to every part of your face he could reach because he remembered just how much in love he was with you, even if he had to tone down his affection in favour of your sleep.)

suddenly, one memory pierces his spine enough to make him stand up straight.

no wonder you're looking at him like he just got declared the class clown or something.

"i didn't," he breathes out, mortified, hiding his face in his hands.

"you did," you say, pulling his hands away from his face and replacing them with yours. "you asked me to marry you. even told me what songs you want sung at our wedding."

"that's so…"

"sweet?"

"i was going to say cringey."

"pff. i've been waiting for you to say it again so i know you actually mean it."

jongdae looks at you. of course he meant it. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, filled with silly moments just like this.

a grin breaks out across his lips. he'd holler from the rooftop of your building if you asked him to.

but you're not asking him for any of that.

eventually it becomes time to get up and take a bath, but you're half-asleep already. which means it's time for sehun's duty—to roll the two of you over, pick you up in his arms (not before admiring you a little), and then running a hot bath for both of you.

where you end up with your head resting on his shoulder again as he sits behind you, gently applying shampoo to your hair, kissing your face as he tells you about how good you were for him. you hum and let him take care of you the way he needs to, so that all his worries about being rough with you wash away.

he dries your hair, dresses you in his clothes, doesn't let go of you as you stand in front of the mirror, sehun's form towering over yours. you need to poke him to make him let go, and even then he goes to bed only if you promise to cuddle him for the rest of the night.

“you're too nice to me,” you mumble sleepily, as sehun fixes your blanket for you.

“this is the bare minimum,” he says, voice gruff, but the heat in his cheeks betraying the way his heart just flipped. “what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i couldn't do even this much?”

“you'd be surprised, the things people settle for,” you say with a yawn.

“my girl isn't ever going to have to settle for anything,” sehun says, with a conviction in his voice that surprises his own self. “you deserve only the best.”

your eyes are closed, but your lips curve up in a smile. “love you, hunnie. you really are the best.”

“obviously.”

sehun yelps when you pinch his side.

You stood before the full-length mirror in the boutique's private fitting room, the emerald silk dress clinging to your curves like liquid jade. The fabric caught the warm lighting, highlighting every dip and swell of your body.

This was your third shopping trip this week, but this dress had stopped you cold the moment you'd spotted it through the window.

Junmyeon had followed you inside, his presence filling the small space as he came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest while his eyes met yours in the reflection.

"You look breathtakingly beautiful, m'love," he murmured against your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe. You felt his warm breath fan across your skin, and the way his arms tightened around you told you everything about his desperation.

"myeon... can I buy this...?" you asked, turning in his embrace. Your hands found his cheekbones, thumbs stroking gently over his skin.

Junmyeon reached into his pocket without hesitation, pulling out his wallet. The black card appeared between his fingers, extended toward you with complete trust.

You squealed with delight, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you so much, baby~"

Just as you turned to leave and pay, his hand caught your arm, pulling you back against him. His voice dropped to a whisper against your ear.

"ah ah. You have to earn it."

His hands slid down to grip your hips through the silk, fingers pressing into the fabric as he pressed his growing hardness against your ass. The fitting room suddenly felt much smaller, the air thicker with tension.

"How do you want to earn it, baby?" he asked, his voice low and rough. His hands moved to cup your breasts through the dress, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "on your knees? bent over this bench? or right here against the mirror while you watch yourself?"

Junmyeon's hands tightened around your waist, your arms looped around his neck, fingers threading through the hair at his nape. "There." your eyes flicked toward the oversized sofa behind him. "I don't wanna ruin this dress though," you murmured, glancing down at the emerald silk still clinging to your body.

A knowing grin spread across Junmyeon's face. His fingers found the delicate straps at your shoulders, hooking beneath the silk and tugging them down slowly. The dress slid over your curves like water, pooling at your feet and leaving you in nothing but the expensive white lace lingerie he'd bought you the week before.

The sheer fabric barely covered anything—your nipples visible through the delicate material, the tiny panties already damp against your skin.

Junmyeon grabbed your ass with both hands, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. "do you know what you're doing to me?" he hissed, his voice strained as he swallowed hard, the bulge in his pants pressing insistently against your core.

Your palms dragged down his white dress shirt, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric. You walked him backward until his legs hit the couch, then pushed him down and carefully straddled his lap.

The moment you settled over him, his hard length pressed against your soaked panties, and Junmyeon exhaled sharply, his breath hot against your neck.

You ground down on him, feeling every inch of his cock through the thin lace. Your hands rested on his chest, the shirt becoming nearly see-through from the sweat gathering there. "myeon, I wanna ride you," you moaned, the words barely coherent.

"go ahead, babe," he breathed, his cock twitching beneath you.

You reached between your bodies, shifting the lace aside just enough before sinking down onto him. Inch by inch, he filled you, stretching you open until your thighs met his. Both of you exhaled at the same time, the aching emptiness finally satisfied.

"oh—you're so tight...!" Junmyeon heaved, his hands automatically finding your hips like he had your body memorized. You started moving at a devastatingly slow pace, rolling your hips in teasing circles that made him groan.

His fingers dug into your skin, unable to take the torment any longer. He started slamming you down onto him, his hips thrusting up to meet every movement.

The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the fitting room, your moans loud and unrestrained as he fucked you with increasing intensity.

Junmyeon groaned, his forearm muscles flexing with every thrust. "shit—"

"myeon, i—i can't," you whimpered, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"yes—you can," he reassured, continuing to drive into you relentlessly.

The line of workers outside could hear everything—the wet sounds, your desperate moans that sounded they came straight from a pornographic film, junmyeon's grunts of pleasure.

His secretary peeked through the door at Junmyeon's signal, then quickly shut it, the workers scattering.

His length twitched inside you, every vein pulsing against your walls. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, barely contained by the white lace bra.

"ngh—Myeon!" your voice barely coherant, "i saw this bag—" you whimpered, bouncing on his cock. "would you buy it for me—"

"can I cum in you first?" he groaned, his voice breaking. you nodded frantically, still riding him. "Yes—please!"

Junmyeon buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled you with hot cum. You kept moving, riding out his orgasm while chasing your own, your walls clenching around him.

His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as you moaned into each other's mouths. He swallowed your cries while his hands gripped your ass, helping you grind down harder.

The kiss turned messy, teeth clashing, saliva mixing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. You came with a muffled scream against his lips, your body shaking as your orgasm crashed through you, his cum leaking out around his still-hard cock.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing and the soft rustle of silk against skin. You lay there for a moment, letting the tremors subside, your heart hammering against your ribs.

He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours, his own breath warm and uneven against your cheek, anchoring you to the earth after that dizzying flight, "I love you," your breathe fanned on his lips.

His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, wiping away the sheen of sweat, "I love you too."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there.

Your eyes, then flickered towards the drress. It was absurd, really. The dress had cost more than a fortune, a masterpiece of embroidery and delicate threads. Now, it was crumpled and damp, discarded in the heat of the moment without a second thought.

The thought should have horrified you, but all you felt was a strange, hollow satisfaction.

He shifted, his hand sliding up your spine, tracing the curve of your shoulder blade. The touch was gentle now, a contrast to the desperatjon claiming from moments before. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes dark and hazy with the same lingering haze that clouded your own mind.

There was a possessiveness in his gaze that sent a fresh shiver down your legs, even as your body began to cool.

"Don't move," he murmured, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your jawline. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering shut. The scent of him—musk, sweat, and something distinct filled your senses, more intoxicating than any perfume the dress had ever been paired with.

You felt the weight of him settle against your thigh, still hard despite the climax, a testament to his own hunger, it wasn't over. He kissed you again, softer this time, tasting of salt and shared breath.