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Byun Baekhyun. Your boss is expensive and will only accept the best of the best. That applies to all areas of his life. Most notably at the moment, is his car that you’re currently riding in with him. His famous Porsche 911 Turbo S hums a sweet low purr as it is steered down the highway, taking you two to a press conference. Since it is no more than an hour and a half drive, Baekhyun insisted on driving there with you instead of other transportation options. He’ll always take the opportunity to drive himself; it’s one of his favorite things to do, it clears his mind so well. Other staff members were given Ubers with the plan for you to all meet up at the venue. He also wouldn’t mind the excuse to get to talk to you one-on-one. He’s always been curious about you, his dedicated assistant, and wants to get to know you on a more personal level.

Luckily, you and Baekhyun share the same taste in music. Classic RnB tunes play softly in the background of your drive. After a bit, Baekhyun’s voice fills the air.

“I’m really glad you agreed to ride with me for the trip down,” he confesses.

“Of course! We’re saving money this way,” you reply matter-of-factly. You are frugal to a fault, never able to understand Baekhyun’s quick willingness to spend money. “It’s nice to see you take your own steps to keeping a healthy wallet,” you add with a sassy tone. You were always like this with him - he needed it sometimes. You truly were the backbone to his success and he appreciates everything you do, and yes, including the motherly nagging that can come about. You both were a powerful work couple, but little did you know, Baekhyun wants to be more.

“So…” he starts before clearing his throat, “are you seeing anyone?”

Your head shoots up at the unexpected question. Your eyes scramble for something to focus on as you craft an answer back. Do you tell him the truth? The truth that your shitty ex-boyfriend from last summer dumped you after leaving you for the woman he had an affair with? Hmm, too personal, you think. Besides, he’s probably just asking to make sure I won’t be distracted from this job by being in a relationship.

“No,” you respond tersely.

“Oh, but Greg—” Baekhyun begins to question about said shitty ex-boyfriend.

“Greg cheated on me.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Baekhyun mutters out.

“It’s fine, trust me, you’ve got me busy enough anyway! I don’t have the time to truly think about it and get sad.”

The conversation trails off after this. Baekhyun has a sympathetic look as he stares out onto the road. You could’ve sworn he moved his right hand over towards you, as if to place it on your thigh for comfort, but it was quickly retracted. What was a bit awkward at first transforms into a comfortable silence. You take pleasure in being in the passenger seat, seeing the world pass by. Snow begins to softly fall from the sky. It’s not too bad at first, but after another half hour passes, the snow begins to really come down and pile up on the road. Baekhyun doesn’t look too phased, so you don’t question it.

As the drive continues, your mind revisits your conversation. You really haven’t thought about Greg in a while. The last time he crossed your mind, funnily enough, was when you last touched yourself. You were using a toy that you got back when you and Greg started growing distant - of course now you know why he stopped having sex with you. You haven’t been fucked in a year, and it’s really starting to become apparent to you just how horny you are.

You stare at Baekhyun’s hand gripping the steering wheel. His delicate but nicely sized fingers curve around it. You feel a bit shameful letting your mind wander like this, but you can’t help it. He looks effortlessly cool like this. It’s not like you never noticed that your boss, THE Byun Baekhyun was attractive. But you work for him, and he had you occupied indeed. Your professional relationship doesn’t stop you from having little fantasies crop up in your mind on this ride, though. So when you watch his beautiful fingers adjust their grip on the steering wheel, you can’t help but wonder how they’d look wrapped around—

“y/n.”

Your eyes snap up to find Baekhyun looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You look around to see that you two have pulled over into the shoulder and the snow flakes that fall are even bigger than what they were 30 minutes ago. The scenery is coated in white.

“I think we’ll have to call it a day from here, the snow isn’t letting up and I want to be safe,” Baekhyun says with worry. He pulls out his phone and sees that the other staff members have already arrived to the venue and are discussing things with the venue’s management. They caution that they’re thinking of cancelling the press conference for the day and moving it to tomorrow afternoon’s backup date to be safe.

“It’s probably for the best,” you tell him.

Defeated, you two pulled up to the nearest hotel you could find to get out of the hazardous weather. It turned out to be a luxurious hotel - you hate to be putting out such a pretty penny just for overnight shelter before you continue on the rest of your way in the morning, but you needed to get out of the snow.

At the valet, you open your car door to be met with the frigid air of what is fully a blizzard. Your cheeks flush. With your luggage, you both head to the lobby. Baekhyun heads to the front desk to make the reservations while you stand off in a far corner on your phone, updating the rest of the staff of your guys’ plans and whereabouts.

You approach Baekhyun after the phone call is complete, “Got the rooms?”

“Got the room.”

“Room?”

“Yes.”

“One?” you ask, stopping in your tracks.

Baekhyun continues to walk without looking back, “Oh, shouldn’t I be spending less money?”

You catch up to him and look at him dumbfounded.

“I wanted a presidential suite and you said that I need to stop spending so much money, so I got one.”

You narrow your eyes at his pettiness.

He waves off your look of distaste saying it’s fine and just one night. “You need to taste luxury for once,” he adds.

“But Baekhyun, there’s probably only one bed.”

“What? You afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?”

You’re speechless as you raise your eyebrow and follow him on the elevator up.

As you both stand in the empty elevator together, he discreetly peers over at you to observe the slight panic on your face. He feels a bit bad about the distress written on your face, but it’s erased when he thinks about how wound-up you are all the time. You deserve to be pampered and the only way he could make sure you were is if he gave it to you. He didn’t want you to humbly reject a suite all to yourself. Also, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want the excuse to be able to talk to you more.

Ding. You’ve arrived to the top floor, and surprisingly, the door opens directly to the suite itself. It expands the entire floor. Your eyes go wide as you step into the space.

Large floor to ceiling windows are dressed up with satin chocolate drapery. Large green Majesty Palm plants are placed in each corner, breathing life into the space. Leather furniture by Le Corbusier rests on the polished, beige marble floor. The recessed lighting along the ceiling is dimmed and casts a warm glow, creating a soft ambience in this luxurious interior. Your mouth is slightly ajar as you explore. You’ve never been somewhere so opulent. Baekhyun thinks the awestruck sparkle in your eye is… cute. Though you might say otherwise, he knows you like it.

You continue to walk around the suite, looking at all the sections. Soon you get to the bedroom and rest your luggage next to the large king sized bed in front of you.

All this space and still just one bedroom? Curse these designers, you think to yourself.

The bedroom is beautiful. The windows of this cornered room give such a perfect view of the cityscape and the snow that continues to come down. Though it’s a bitch to be outside in it, the snow coating the city in a thick blanket looks so majestic. The view is breathtaking.

Baekhyun joins you in standing in front of the window, but instead of his gaze being on the city, it’s fixed on you.

He gives you a soft smile, “Do you like it?”

You look over at him and bite your lip, fighting your mouth from giving too big of a smile.

“It’s okay to say yes,” he leads on.

“You really didn’t have to get all this,” you say looking down at your hands, “but, yes,” you end in a whisper.

“Well then it’s worth it,” Baekhyun replies with a satisfied look on his face. He turns away and gets started on unpacking his clothing.

You decide to check out the attached bathroom next. You flip the switch and are met with the most expansive bathroom you’ve ever seen. You get excited over the large bath and all the toiletry amenities; they even provided bubbles and bath salts! You couldn’t wait to put them to use. It’s been so long since you’ve had a truly relaxing evening with how busy your job is.

You announce to Baekhyun that you’ll be in the bathroom to take a bath and begin to run the steamy water. You pour in the bubbles and lavender bath salts. The herbal aroma fills the air; you inhale deeply, already feeling relaxed. You undress and sink into the tub, ready to melt away the stress of the day. You stay there like this, savoring the quiet, feeling the tension release from your body…

After a tranquil half-hour of soaking, you conclude your bath. You are about to rise from the water, but instinctually reach for a towel first. That’s when you realize, shit. You forgot to bring over your towel. If this were your bathroom at home, it wouldn’t have been a problem since it is small and doesn’t take much to reach over to the towel bar from the tub. However, this is very much unlike your bathroom at home. You scan the perimeter and spot the towels folded neatly on shelves by the sink. The distance is way too long for you to walk soaking wet without trailing water everywhere.

You sigh in defeat, knowing it’s best to just ask Baekhyun to hand you one, he’s not doing anything anyway. You yell to him to help hand you a towel. You hear his footsteps approach and tell him to keep his head down. You still in the water, draw your knees into your chest. You feel nervous, being naked in front of your boss.

Baekhyun hands it to you without looking up and just before he was about to quickly slip out, you request him to leave the door cracked to let out some of the steam that has accumulated. He obliges and returns to sitting on the bed to continue unpacking his things. As he takes out a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase, his eyes catch a titillating sight.

The door is cracked open no more than two inches, but it is enough for him to see a glimpse of your body as you rise from the tub fully naked through the mirror that reflects it in front of him. He sees your body glisten under the bright, fluorescent bathroom lighting as you proceed to wrap yourself in the towel he just handed to you. The towel he just touched. The towel that is now touching your soft, bare curves.

Baekhyun shuts his eyes, and squeezes them. Her coming back to see you with a boner would NOT be ideal, he thinks to himself. He takes a deep breath, stopping himself from getting too worked up.

You locate your pajamas. You only brought two options with you: a sheer slip dress and a big t shirt. That big t-shirt being an old EXO t-shirt with your bias’ name on the back: Suho. You were not prepared for this freak scenario that you’re in. You weren’t expecting to be seen by someone at night. Your mortified and face palm inwardly at your last minute wardrobe choices. You sigh as you pull the big t-shirt over your head, it will have to do. You just hope that he won’t tease you about it. When you joined the company, you let Baekhyun know you were aware of EXO’s legacy but he had no idea that you were an actual fan.

This is gonna be interesting…

You step out of the bathroom and hurriedly jump into the bed and pull the duvet up to your neck.

“Ok?” Baekhyun looks at you quizzically, “I’m going to go wash up now.” He leaves to the bathroom with his pajamas and toiletries.

You let out a big sigh, happy that you didn’t get caught in this embarrassing shirt. You scooch over a bit more to the left, making sure you’re as far on your side of the bed as possible without falling off. You detest the current arrangements but the displeasure doesn’t stay on your mind for too long. It’s been a long day, and as you hear the water from Baekhyun’s shower, it acts as white noise, lulling you to sleep. You feel drowsy and your eyelids slowly close, fully consumed by the toll of your day.

Once Baekhyun steps out of the bathroom and spots your sleeping figure, the desire to sleep hit him as well. He gets into bed and frowns at the amount of distance between you two. Hopefully with time you’ll open up to him. He knew this one night wouldn’t have been enough. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep to take him… but it’s no use. Unfortunately, his mind is too awake. Images of your naked body are branded in his vision. When he closes his eyes, your form is all he sees and he can’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like to touch you. He struggles to clear his mind. You’re right next to him. So close, yet so far away. How long will he have to wait for you to be his?

The next morning, you wake up entangled in each other’s bodies. Your leg is hiked up against Baekhyun as your head rests on his chest. His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close. You freeze. How the fuck did we get like this? Thank god you’re up before him; you quickly scurry out of his grasp gently without waking him up. After separating yourself, you admit that you miss the warmth of that position.

You check your phone to make sure you didn’t over sleep and have enough time to make it for the rescheduled date of the conference that was made for this afternoon. The time is 7:48am - not bad at all considering you didn’t set an alarm. Your eyes continue down the remainder of your lock screen. Soon, you see a slurry of texts from the rest of the staff alerting you that the conference has been called off completely. The venue, and the rest of the businesses in the area, will be closed until further notice until the blizzard subsides. Your eyes widen with shock - you had no idea it’d be this bad. You open up the weather app and sure enough, there is a warning for extreme winter conditions. You slide through the hourly forecast and see that this blizzard is not letting up anytime soon, great. You turn over in bed and look out the window to observe the street below; there are absolutely no cars out, the roads are closed, and the snow is still coming down heavy. Looks like you’ll be staying in this suite until everything clears. You sigh as you turn around, getting ready to share the bad news to Baekhyun.

You’re about to tap his shoulder, but you pause. You take the chance to really look at him: his cute nose, plump cheeks, and perfectly shaped pink lips. This man really is pretty. Little did you know, Baekhyun is awake. He feels your eyes on him too and it’s hard for him to contain his smirk.

He looks so peaceful when he rests, but you have to update him. You poke his shoulder and softly whisper his name. He moves a little bit but still acts like he’s asleep, wanting to hear his name coming from your mouth again. It just sounds so good when you say it.

“Baekhyun,” you whisper a little louder. He finally opens his eyes. Happy to meet yours, he smiles sweetly.

“Good morning, y/n.”

God, his raw morning voice was not something you were prepared for. You almost bite your lip. You try not to show it on your face how affected you are, but nonetheless, he notices. That infamous smirk creeps up onto his face. You blush and your mind becomes empty.

You see him sit up and turn over, sinking his left hand into the mattress to support his weight, and shifting to be above you. He adds his right hand down onto the bed, holding himself squarely on top of you. As he hovers over you, he looks down into your eyes. Your gazes lock on each other. Your heart stops as you look up at him. Frozen with shock. Frozen with wonder and want. But following his actions, you see him reach over to grab the temperature control remote that was resting on your nightstand.

“It’s a little too warm,” he says so casually, still above you. You feel his breath slightly grace your forehead. He presses the button to turn the heat off before swiftly returning to sit up on his side of the bed.

You let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You blink a couple of times to regain your composure and clear your throat.

“So it looks like the conference has been called off because of the weather,” you gesture to the window, “…the blizzard is bigger than we initially thought.” You catch him up on the staff’s messages and bleak weather forecast.

Baekhyun is a little upset at the delay in his scheduling of things, but he doesn’t stay disappointed for too long. More time with you, he thinks.

You get up from bed and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You walk languidly, completely forgetting about what you wore to bed.

Baekhyun’s eyes narrow at the name on the back of your shirt. Suho? She likes Suho? Huh. He feels a tinge of jealousy. Here you are working for him and you decide to bring the t-shirt of a different group member. And wear it right in front of him. Baekhyun waits for you to return to playfully confront you.

“Hmmm, so your type is a dandy, preppy, book smart guy, huh?”

“Baekhyun, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say in confusion.

“Well, I don’t know,” he starts while walking towards you slowly, teasingly. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and guides you in front of the large mirror. Your back faces it, your face still to him. And he is impossibly close. He smirks before slightly leaning down and whispering into your ear, “You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you?”

You look back into the mirror, only to be met face-to-face with what you attempted to hide so carefully the night prior. You immediately shut your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up, partially due to your clothing revelation and partially due to just how close you both are to each other.

Baekhyun slides his hands down your arms before completely removing them from you and crosses his arms. He cocks up an eyebrow, enjoying how small you look in front of him — literally and figuratively. Your shyness is palpable and the oversized shirt you were drowning in made you look fragile as he peers down at you. Like someone he wants to protect. Someone he wants to care for.

Before you could defend yourself, Baekhyun projects, “That’s why you were making googly eyes at him when you met the group after the EXO fan meeting we had!”

“I was not!” You countered, embarrassed at the possible truth of his statement. “Why would you even notice something like that? Stop making things up to embarrass me.”

The truth is, Baekhyun notices everything you do. Your quirks and all. How you twirl your pencil while you think, how you stick out your tongue when concentrating, and especially how you bit your lips while looking at Suho while greeting the rest of his members backstage at the fan meeting last year.

With a soft smile, Baekhyun hands you one of his spare button ups. “Well I can’t stand to see you in it any longer. Take this.”

“Does it really bother you that much? Is your ego that big? You don’t have to be everyone’s favorite you know!” You give a snarky reply. Of course, you’re still going to change out of it, though. You didn’t mean to ever be seen in it. With hesitation you accept the the shirt and bring it with you to the bathroom.

You slide your t-shirt off and replace it with Baekhyun’s fresh smelling white button up. As you slide each arm through, Baekhyun’s words ring in your head. You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you? Did he really mean that he’s jealous of the fact that your bias in the group wasn’t him? And if so, he’s just joking right? Your cheeks are still warm. You place your two hands onto your face to calm them. Feeling his closeness, his hands on your shoulders and how he slid them down your arms as he let go, and the soft tickle of his breath against the skin of your neck when he whispered to you, it refrains in your mind.

You look into the mirror at yourself in his clothes. You don’t know exactly what it is you feel, but you don’t hate it. It’s actually… comforting. This shirt is just as big as your t-shirt, so it’s oversized and comfy. It’s better than the sheer nightie that’s in your suitcase — no way that’s coming out. You’re stuck here for who knows how much longer, at least you have a new third option.

You step out the bathroom and walk towards the main living space to see Baekhyun on the phone.

“Yes, the breakfast platter for two please.”

He talks to the concierge, sitting on the brown leather sofa. His legs are spread wide and he leans back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling as he speaks. He looks delectable. You stand at the entrance of the room and continue to observe him. You see him hold the menu in one hand and the phone in the other as he carefully skims the beverage options.

“One matcha latte with almond milk and one iced americano,” he requests.

He remembered your favorite cafe order: you’re precious matcha latte. You’re shocked at this since, as his assistant, you’re usually the one to order your food at any given moment, so there’s no reason for him to archive that detail about you in his mind. After hanging up the phone, Baekhyun leans to place the menu on the coffee table. In that motion, he catches your figure standing by the entrance way. He sucks in a sharp pull of air. He stares back, wordlessly. He himself wasn’t prepared to see you in his clothing. It did something to him he wasn’t ready for. Warmth gathers in his chest. He looks you up and down as you make your way over to him. The shirt’s hem stops at such a delicious height on your thigh, tempting even. Any higher and he would have a hard time being discreet with his gaze.

“Thanks for breakfast, Baek,” you say smiling. Baekhyun could have died. You, standing in front of him in just his shirt, and calling him a new nickname? For the first time that trip, you had Baekhyun blushing.

Not too soon after, the food arrives and you two pleasantly share the meal together. At the end of your main meal, you indulge in the included sweet morning treat: churros and chocolate. It’s no secret that you love sweets - Baekhyun gifts you a set of chocolates every year for your birthday. You pick up the thick, cinnamon and sugar covered fried stick of dough and dip it into the accompanied pot of liquified chocolate. With anticipation of the flavor and little else in your mind, you lift it up to your lips and take a bite. You close your eyes as you savor the decadent dessert. You’re sure your lips have curved up into a smile as you chew.

Sitting across from you, Baekhyun finds your deep enjoyment of sweets adorable, as well as the chocolate sauce that is left on the corner of your mouth. He reaches over the table to swipe it away with his thumb. He wishes he could have licked it off. The unexpected contact causes you to open your eyes just after swallowing.

“You had something there,” he says wiping his thumb off with a napkin.

You feel your cheeks heat up. Gosh, why does he keep making your heart flutter, it’s as if he’s doing it on purpose at this point. He gives you a smile as he raises from his chair.

“Here,” he scoots his set of churros towards you, “have mine too.”

He affectionately ruffles your hair with his hand and leaves to sit at the desk in the bedroom. You watch him leave, he has such a confident stride when he walks. It’s sexy. You return your gaze to the churros and aren’t shy about finishing them. You eat your way to the last remaining churro. After dipping it, you bring it over to yourself slowly… too slowly. The chocolate sauce that coated the end drips directly onto Baekhyun’s clean white button up. Shit, shit, shit. You shoot up and scurry to the bathroom, passing Baekhyun on your way. Baekhyun turns his head in concern when he sees you run into the bathroom. You immediately take the shirt off and run it under the water of the fully blasting faucet. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you ruined a perfectly good shirt that he kindly lent to you. Drowned out by the sound of the running water and the swarm of thoughts in your mind, Baekhyun goes unnoticed as he steps in the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. In the middle of your desperate attempts to scrub the stain out of his shirt, you suddenly feel yourself encased. Baekhyun’s hands are on each of your sides. You look up into the large mirror in front of you and see Baekhyun right behind you as you stand there topless in just a pair of panties. You could have screamed but you caught yourself. You’re frozen with shock. You thought it’d be bad just if he saw that you stained his shirt, but this is so, so much worse. Or so you tell yourself.

“You know, I came in here out of concern,” he starts, “you ran right past me without saying anything and you didn’t even close the door, I had to do it for you.”

“Baekhyun, get out!” You protest as you miserably try to cover yourself.

But he doesn’t move, he stays pressed up against you, forcing you to stay facing the sink. Trapped for him to control.

“Finish what you’re doing.”

Through the mirror, your eyes shoot daggers at him, but he wouldn’t know how it’d feel to get directly hit by them. He’s been peering down at you from the side this whole time. He watches your pride crumble in front of him, because of him, directly with his own eyes.

He continues, “This is my shirt, that I own,” he pauses, “I deserve to oversee it with all the damage that you’ve done.”

It wasn’t the shirt that he wanted to oversee, it was you.

You’re in disbelief but guilty. In a desperate attempt to make this moment pass as soon as possible, you continue to tend to the shirt, though your tries at truly getting what is left of the stain out are futile. After a minute of rubbing and rinsing as best you can, you turn off the faucet in defeat.

“Please,” you let out in a whisper, “I’m so embarrassed right now, you have no idea. This is the most I can do, I’m sorry,” you say with your head down, not able to meet his eyes in the mirror.

He stays silent. Your mind races. You’re afraid that he’s upset. In this moment of stillness, you feel uneven pressure against your ass. Something hard pokes you from between you two. You look up and see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He’s aroused. It’s so obvious and you’re so gone. Byun Baekhyun, your hot as fuck boss, is pressed up against you in the bathroom of the suite that he paid for for you two, with a boner that he can barely contain.

Your eyes travel from his delicate hands resting in the edge of the counter, to his wrist decorated in a platinum Rolex watch, then up his arm. Slowly, you turn around to fully face him. Your eyes are level with his broad chest. It’s contained by a plain black tee and decorated with his beloved gold Chrome Hearts cross necklace. Eventually you meet his face. Your eyes lock.

His eyes flicker to your lips for a moment.

“Can I be honest?” He asks.

You nod in earnest, hanging on to his every word.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

You wait for him to continue. He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gives you a sweet but firm kiss on the lips. This one peck turns into two, then three. Each lasting longer than the last, until you both are fully exploring each other’s mouths. You decide to get flirty: in the middle of your kiss, you pull away to lick his bottom lip. This elicits a deep groan from him. You gently bite his bottom lip while pulling away; it snaps back into place. Baekhyun presses his forehead to yours after that amazing kiss.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says breathless. The lack of contact doesn’t last long, though. Now that you’re facing him unlike earlier, he takes the opportunity to unashamedly get a good look at your body. He bites his lip as he fully takes in the sight of you. After a good up and down, his eyes stay tethered to your breasts. He cups them in his big hands before swirling his thumbs around your nipples. You moan softly and throw your arms around his shoulders. He bends and latches his lips to your neck. He leaves open mouthed kisses on this long stretch of skin, all for him to mark. He notes one special area that makes you throw your head back.

“Please, Baek,” you pant out.

“Please what?”

“I-I need you.”

“Where?” he asks, the roughness in his voice palpable. You grab his hand and put it right over your mound that is covered only by your panties. His eyes flash a darker shade of brown.

Baekhyun sinks down your body, his hands take a quick tour, running along your torso, swiping your breasts, your stomach, and down your legs as his knees get closer to the floor. He swiftly meets the cool, hard tile. He braces himself by holding onto your hips.

“Spread your legs, I want to taste you.” He commands and you obey.

His teeth meet the top of your panties; he bites the fabric and drags them down — they drop to your ankles.

He looks hungry. He gives your pussy a kiss.

“So so pretty.”

He finally gets a taste. Your fingers grip his hair in pleasure as he uses the thick, well-trained muscle to swirl around your swollen bud. With no more delay, he dips his tongue between your folds, eating you out with passion.

“Ah, Baek,” you whine languidly. Baekhyun smirks against you, still loving your new name for him. He fucks you with his tongue, getting more impatient by the second.

Suddenly, Baekhyun stands tall again, you see the big tent in the front of his pants. He looks, and is, uncomfortably hard. You can’t help but stare. He notices and brings your hand to touch his bulge atop the thin fabric of his cotton pajama pants.

“See what you do to me baby?”

Your mouth is agape. He really wants you and there’s no denying it now. In a drunken daze, ready to be filled, you pull down the waistband of his pants and underwear. You see it spring out, thick, hard, and angrily leaking with pre cum. You run a finger along the shaft. You see him shut his eyes and he makes a fist out of frustration. You smile, successfully teasing him. You give in and grip his cock with your hand entirely, giving it a couple of strokes up and down. Baekhyun reattaches his lips to yours as you get him impossibly hard.

He says, with little restraint left, “I need to fuck you. Now.”

He regains control and grabs your waist to lift you up onto the bathroom counter. You keep your legs spread wide for him to fit himself in between. He pumps himself one more time before lining his cock up with your entrance. His eyes flick up to yours before he takes the plunge; he wants to be sure you feel the same desire, the same ache, the same burning need. You give him a nod with needy eyes.

He watches your face closely as he sinks into you. He pushes in slowly. He could get off solely from seeing your face contort from pleasure. You both groan at this new depth of contact, of intimacy, and most notably, of pleasure. Baekhyun wants to shut his eyes and focus on how tight and wet you are around his length, but he doesn’t. He keeps his eyes open. He doesn’t want to miss a single movement from you. He wants to catch ever squirm, every wriggle, every sigh and lip bite. He wants to see all the evidence of his effect on you.

He thrusts into you go deeper and deeper as you beg him to go harder. Heavy breaths and terse grunts leave his lips. Meanwhile, you can’t control yourself. Your eyes roll back and your hands smooth over his broad shoulders and back, feeling his muscles tense with every movement he makes.

“I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re stuffed with my cock,” He breathes out.

Before you can react, you’re lifted off the counter and he promptly turns you around — returning you to your original position that started all this. His hand snakes around from behind and grips your neck. Your back arches. You’re forced to look up and at yourself in the mirror. He gives it a slight squeeze, restricting your airflow. Your eyes roll back at the dizzying sensation. You can focus on nothing but the pleasure that is welling up inside of you. Your mind and body is filled with him.

“Look at how you fall apart for me,” he whispers into your ear before once again attaching his mouth to your neck, nibbling that special spot of yours. You’re his and he wants you to remember that beyond the hotel stay. Not your shitty ex-boyfriend’s, not Suho’s, his.

You let out a cry at the love bite, too fucked out to care how loud you are. He switches his grip from your neck to now being wrapped around your hair, pulling your head back. You’re completely exposed, tits bouncing with the impact from him slamming into you. You can’t control your moans as he pummels inside of you; thrust after thrust you feel that band within your stomach tightening, getting closer and closer to snapping.

“Fuck, Baek please! I’m so close,” you whine out.

Your pussy grips his cock, ready to milk him for everything he has.

“Yeah, you want to cum? You want to cum all over my pretty cock don’t you?”

You nod your head in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chant.

Baekhyun’s grip on your waist tightens and his eyebrows furrow. He looks down, mesmerized at his cock disappearing inside of you.

“Fucking cum for me,” he grunts out roughly.

You feel your body tremble as your release takes over. Your vision goes white; your body explodes under his grasp. Soon after, you feel Baekhyun grip your waist the hardest he ever has.

“You’re gonna take every drop,” he forces out through gritted teeth. He stills in you and throws his head back with a growl. His thick cock pulses inside of you as it shoots his pent up load. Thick ropes of his hot white cum paint your walls.

If his hand wasn’t on your waist to hold you up, you would have collapsed from your unstable legs. You close your eyes, still recovering from the intense orgasm. Your body is spent. He slowly pulls out of you; you feel the mix of your secretions seep out your cunt.

“for those who have joined us after the break, today we are joined by y/n, who claims that her ex boyfriend toji is pretending to act like he isn’t the father to their two year old son megumi so he doesn’t have to pay child support.”

the camera pans to you and toji sat a few feet away from each other. you can tell that he thinks this whole thing is a joke from the way he’s slouching in the chair and the constant sarcastic replies he gives maury each time he’s asked a simple question.

“maury how do i know she’s not tryna hustle me outta my hard earned money, huh?” he asks, seemingly thinking that he’s caught you in a tight spot. “besides have you seen the kid? his hair is spiky as fuck, nobody in my family has that hair type.”

the laugh that threatens to leave your lips is almost sickening, using hair as reason to not claim his child was absurd.

it was almost as wild as trying to accuse you of being a good-for-nothing money hungry vulture. which was rich coming from him. considering that your job was practically funding his lifestyle, aside from the large dose of cash he received from his 'work trips’ that cropped up once in a while.

the cash did nothing for you as he spent it as fast as he received it. rather than putting it towards megumi’s trust fund or college fund, he squandered it all on drinking and gambling, especially when it came to the races.

it turns out his charming looks and smiles do not work on the biggest gamble of all time: betting on damn race horses.

but in the rare instance he had some had some heart he contributed towards the bills and groceries. yet that still wasn’t enough.

“when was the last time you paid for megumi’s diapers or his formula or anything related to the apartment, hm?”

you retort, revelling at how all the fight and bravado he once held was slowly seeping out of him, as if he had all of his blood sucked out of him. the host looks expectantly at toji, awaiting a response.

the audience sets off in a chorus of ‘boos’ before toji even has a chance to respond to clear his name. he feels ambushed, the humiliation of admitting to be a terrible father on television creeping up on him.

but what did he expect? he always pushed too hard and now he’s paying the price as you unsurprisingly pushed back even harder.

and of course in the sea of 'boos', there’s a few cheers in the crowd from people who are more interested in getting into his pants instead of the main reason to why you were here in the first place.

“oh and maury if you think i’m lying, i’ve got invoices, bank statements and receipts spanning the last three months.” you add “i can tell you for a fact that this man doesn’t spend a dime on anything—he might as well put on a diaper and sleep in our son's crib.”

"and so what?" toji shrugs, ever so nonchalant. to the degree it pisses you off, he could at least try to act like he cares in front of the camera and the audience.

“i still make it up to you though, don’t i?” he replies, a teasing edge to his tone that has implications that you don’t want to unpack on national television, which was ironic since your business was already out there anyway.

the look on your face is almost murderous, and luckily maury manages to pick up on before this turns into a bloodbath. he quickly perks up as he holds up the manilla envelope that was going to make or break your day.

“In here we have the results of the paternity test, come back after the break!” he says clasping his hand together as you head to the commercial break. immediately you head backstage, grabbing megumi from the staff member who seemed smitten with him.

he latched onto you as you doted on him, before he waddled off to play with his firetrucks that you brought with you in your bag. “he’s getting so big.” a familiar voice says and you turn to see him in the doorway.

“megumi look! daddy’s come back with his tail between his legs because he knows he’s about to be publicly embarrassed on tv!” you say in a mocking voice, pointing out to where toji is standing and he toddles over, smacking his arm as he adorably glowers at his dad.

“bad daddy!” he says and you stop him before he gets out of control and starts to barrel toji with his kicking and slapping. you pull megumi onto your lap trying to calm him down whilst biting back a laugh.

“we don’t hit megumi, unless people deserve it like your daddy.” you tell him softly but you doubt he’s retained any of what you said anyway.

megumi is nestled into your lap, his focus back onto the firetruck that he’s playing with. for his age the kid is incredibly perceptive to the point where it spooks you out.

and if toji feels more like an idiot now, he doesn’t say so.

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“and we’re back! for those who have just joined us, y/n claims that her ex boyfriend is denying that he’s the father of their child to avoid child support payments.”

the clips of the past half hour play back as you sit down, the manilla envelope in your eye level making your heart race slightly. deep down you knew that he was the father so why was the anticipation making you doubt that?

the crowds cheering and whooping comes to a close once maury grabs hold of the manilla envelope, he opens it, dragging out the grand reveal for dramatic purposes as the suspense builds in the room.

“when it comes to two year old megumi fushiguro, toji… you are the father!” he announces setting off the crowd in a series of cheers. you look over at toji and notice the red flush that covers his neck and ears, a sure tell sign of embarrassment and guilt.

“all i gotta say is that i fucking told you so, hell i didn’t even have to say anything you should’ve known!” you said to him, as he did nothing but take the well deserved lecture from you.

toji felt really fucking stupid, like really stupid but he didn’t want to add to your tirade already, he already wanted to melt of pure embarrassment under the hot studio lights. he really underestimated the lengths you’d go to prove him wrong.

“it’s time to start scrimping and saving, old man. food, clothes and diapers aint cheap. I’m sure your poor race horses will understand right?” you said teasingly, biting back a laugh as you clapped his shoulder.

toji let out an annoyed huff as the sound of your laughter ricocheted in his head, the high from your victory lap still present. he couldn’t be more of a fool if he tried. “haha very funny.” he said drily, despite his head burning, now he owed you and shiu money over his stupid antics.

he knew that as long as the internet and tv were still around, he was never going to live this day down, knowing you’d use this moment to embarrass him and deservedly so.

“i’ve been your host, maury! come back tomorrow where we have suguru and satoru. two former best friends and alleged lovers with satoru claiming that suguru’s affair with the kfc worker ruined their relationship!”