#8bityeol

You shake your head, “I want to, I wanna try out new things plus I think I might be into it. I can’t be vanilla all the time.” You flourish your words with laughter that you hope can mask your nerves. “Like, I’ve not gone you all the way or anything like but yeah.”

He raises an eyebrow at your answer, and now he can’t help but think of having done this sort of thing before. And he certainly didn’t coin you as the type to be into domination considering how headstrong you can be at times.

“So you have experience?”

Well, you wouldn’t call it experience per say, it more like an accident that just happened to excite you, recalling it now was bordering on embarrassing.  “Not really no, I’m sure it doesn’t qualify as experience anyway.”

He gives you a cat like grin before placing a hand to the small of your back, “Don’t be shy, I mean you can be, the whole ingenue looks suits you but i’m guessing you aren’t so innocent.”

Flustered by the seemingly innocent words, you can’t help but fix your eyes on the small cactus he has on his coffee table. “It was a bit of spanking…hardly innocent but yep,” You whisper.

He closes the distance, your body’s less than a centimetre from his and face is dangerously close, close enough that you can count the individual lashes framing his eyes. You let a sharp intake of air seep into your mouth and try your hardest not to show you’re affected.

“Really, spanking? You’re naughtier than I expected.” He says. “We can do spanking today and maybe some choking but first all, let’s do some rules.”

You’re listening and nodding but you can’t simply ignore the fact that his hand is making its wave under your skirt then to your rear.

“We need a safe word, so what shall it be?” He asks.

“Uh apple, yeah apple,” You stutter. “I can’t really think of anything else.”

“No, it’s alright, That a good one. Remember you can say it anytime you want, when you feel like it’s all getting a bit too much. I’ll stop immediately. Understand?”

You nod.

“ And from this moment on, you must call me daddy and don’t expect me to go easy on you, I like it rough princess.” He continues with a smirk, “Oh and I can be very kind but, don’t test me ok?”

“Don’t worry I won’t.”

“You’re missing something princess,” He chuckles.

“Oh god, It just slipped out of my mind, I’ll do better next time…daddy.” The word was to get out than expected but the effect it had on him pushed you at least say it with burning bright.

“Don’t worry soon enough you’ll be used to it and i just have to say, it sounds so good coming from your pretty little mouth.” As he talks he unashamedly stares at your lips. “Let’s head to my room Princess.”

You hum in agreement as he ushers you down the hallway and into his room. His room is just as you expect it to be, grey with hints of black and very minimal. It compliments him and the dark aura he usually has going on.  

Swiftly, he slips his shirt over his head and throws the black cloth into a random corner. And as expected, his body’s built very beautifully. It’s not all hard muscle, just lean muscle that manages to work well with his slender build. And of course he notices you staring, so he just has to throw another smirk at your direction. You face burns bright at you try and concentrate on anywhere but him but he just seems to pull in. He sits on the edge of the bed and gives you an excruciatingly slow once over.  Not knowing what the hell you should do, you begin playing with the sleeves of your jumper.  

“Strip,” with the simple utterance of the word strip, his demeanour shifts from playful to rigid and cold.

With a surge of adrenaline rushing through your system, your hands move to pull your sweater off. Next, you slip your boots off and along with them comes your tights. Assuming he means all your clothing, you unclip your bra and roll your panties off your legs.

“Now, come sit on my lap,” He beckons you with his index finger.

With as much pseudo grace as you can manage, you place yourself on his lap. “You look so beautiful right now,”soon after he places a kiss at the side crook of your neck, and then another one on your jaw all, “So beautiful, isn’t that right princess?”

“Thank you, daddy,” The effect of your words on him is undeniable, and clearly shown by the way his muscles tense and holds you tighter.

Not wasting any time, he pries your mouth open with his tongue. And as expected his doesn’t do ‘soft’. He bites the bottom of your lip, and places enough pressure into the bite just so you can feel the slightest hint of pain. But of course it’s not unbearable, it’s quite hot if you’re going, to be honest. Your eyes are practically begging for more the moment he pulls away and stares at you with dark hooded eyes.

Placing your lips at the stretch of his neck, you run your hands down the expanse of his chest, feeling every single muscle and the deep rise of his chest. Meanwhile, Baekhyun’s hands trail from the soft skin of your stomach, then all the way up to your breast. You can’t help but whimper when begins to roll your nipples between his finger and grope the supple flesh.

“Stop. Lie on the bed, on all fours.”

Upon hearing the command, you stand up from his lap and crawl onto duvet coloured bed.You can feel his presence behind you, His hands land on your arse and firmly caress the two humps, “You know what, I’ve been watching your ass for some time, especially when you wear those skinny jeans. And then you always have to drop something in front of me, hmm why d’ya do that Princess?”

Your face is burning brightly at his words, you didn’t think he noticed, maybe he may have glanced one or two times but you didn’t think he actually looked.  The ‘pen drop’ moments give you a small rush of adrenaline, it adds the risk into your mundane life. “Uh, I don’t know daddy,” if only you can be a good liar.

“Princess, are you really gonna lie to me?” He asks, somehow managing to make you feel guilty and skittish. Like a parent would to a child.

“I’m sorry I lied, I do it so you can look at my ass-”

WHACK

“How naughty, did you want me to bend you over that bad?” He says over your yelp, “No no, I think you wanted me to spank you. Do you like it when I spank you?”

His hands come flying to arse, this time much harder. You bury your soft cry into one of his pillows, “I do,…I like it a lot daddy,” You breathe out.

He slaps down another three in quick succession, each of them no matter how painful, incites a dull throbbing in between your legs. “Of course you do, I can already tell,” He swipes a thumb between the folds of your pussy and grazes on your clit. The brief touch has you biting down on your lip.

He stares at the glistening thumb, clearly proud, “I’ve only smacked you a few times and you’re wet, tell me, princess, why are you so wet?”

“B-because you’re spanking me, daddy, a-and it feels so good- ahhhh!” He slides not one but three fingers inside you, each of them filling you up oh so heavenly as he moves them in nice long coordinated strokes. His thumb rests on your clit, making soft circles.

Your arse is burning hot as he continues to hit you, the spanks in addition to fingers are quickly sending you over the edge. “Tell me, when you touch yourself, what do you think ”

You want to speak but all he comes out are moans and whimpers. Suddenly, you feel a hard tug on your hair, which causes your body to arch into his direction, “I said tell me.”  

“I think of you spanking me,” You choke out. Pleased with your answer, he releases your hair and you fall back onto the bed like a feather. “I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry…” you mutter into the pillow.

“I know you’re sorry Princess, but next time you need to listen like a good girl does.” He says before sliding his fingers out, and of course, you groan at the emptiness, “Don’t whine Princess, I’m giving you something better.”

As you nod, you the distinct sound of a zipper along with the rustle of fabric. Baekhyun strokes the hardened length of cock, he was painfully hard from hearing your sweet moans and of course when you said, daddy. Not being able to contain himself any longer, he aligns the reddened tip of his cock and pushes in with a deep and guttural groan.

His cock’s nests inside you nearly to a full hilt and you can’t do anything but grab at the sheets with all your might. He moves out and slams back in with force, “God, you feel so tight,” He groans, “So fucking good.”

You moan out a small and shaky thank you as he continues to slam into you with a tight grip on your waist. You’re certain there’ll be a mark in the morning. And god do you want for there to be mark, because it all feels like a dream. A good dream, but still a dream. If it does turn out to be a dream, you know deep down you won’t be able to keep yourself from leaping on him.

Amidst the groans and dirty mutterings, he slides his hand down to your clit. As he masterfully rubs your clit, you can feel your pussy contracting tighter around his shaft. “D-daddy…I’m.”

“What is it princess, are you gonna come?” He says, thrusting harder.

“Yes,” You just about manage a word, and you don’t even know how. Your muscles are all tensing up, just rearing up for sweet release.

“Go go, cum for daddy.”

With those words, you let yourself go. It’s as if a giant wave of pleasures washes over you, sucking the air from your lungs, but leaving just enough so you can revel in the feeling. As you twitch around him, you feel his thrusts becoming erratic and with a final moan, he empties himself in you.

A/N

*sighs*

This scenario is demonic, I don’t know who I was when I wrote this but it’s here anyway. Alas, did you guys like it? And if so, what time do we need to arrange the prayer group?

He scoffs with a ghost of a smirk and turns back the book he’s reading, he flips through the pages mindlessly. Feeling yourself going crazy the longer you stare at him, you do like him and shift your attention away, precisely to the clock on the opposite wall. With wavering attention, you watch the black hand lethargically moving along and wonder how you could possibly make time move faster.

“Yeol, can we go?” You ask your boyfriend. He spares one glance at you and turns his attention back to his book, “Yeol, please.” You plead, with a slight shake in your voice.

Sighing, he removes his glasses and wipes the lenses with the fabric of his shirt then places them on back onto the bridge of his nose. “Babe, I need to finish this chapter." He makes a show of looking at the time on his phone, "Plus we’ve got time to spare. Just, hold it in for a few more minutes.”

“This is r-ridiculous,” You swallow roughly as a current flows through your body making your fingers grip the arms chair tighter. The waves seem to be getting stronger but maybe it was just your imagination, still, you shift in your seat in an albeit shameful attempt to feel more.

Feigning worry but failing due to the smirk, he moves a hand to sweep a strand of your hair behind your ear, “What’s ridiculous? Are you sure you’re not sick? God, you’re shaking and you’re breathing super hard”

You swat his hand away, “Chanyeol, I swear …” You want to finish your words, but instead, a deep sigh escapes your mouth, “Yeol, please.”

Your eyes widen as you watch him unsheath the pink remote from his jean pocket.  His runs his thumb over the slider, and furrows his eyebrow, clearly contemplating on whether to put it up a notch. “Should I, or shouldn’t I?” He mutters quietly, just enough for you to hear him.

You quickly latch onto his arm.

He makes sure to keep your gaze on his eyes, “Oops.”

The increased vibration comes on in an instant, making you rock your hips against the source of vibration. “F-fuck you,God,”  You say in between breaths. "I'm gonna kill you when we get home."

Chanyeol chuckles as he cranes his head close, stopping until you feel his lips brushing on the skin of your ear. “Not too loud, we’re in a library remember?” He whispers.

“I know.”  You say in a hush and harsh tone, slightly flinching at the sensitivity surrounding your ear. A small whimper leaves your lips following another as you mumble an incoherent word.

Chanyeol places a finger to his mouth, “Shh, I want to read my book in silence. You can be silent right?”

“Yeol...I can’t,” You say stuttering as your legs begin to shake, “Ahhh, it feels so good.” You try to concentrate on keeping your voice quiet but the sensation currently occurring inside your panties overrides every sane thought you have.

He runs a rough hand over your hair, clearing away the strands sticking to your forehead. “babe, I know it feels good...but you have to be quiet.”

You nod, or maybe you don’t. God, your mind can’t even process the situation, it's all too ridiculous. You’re sitting in one of busiest libraries (on the quietest day, thank God) with the faint mumbling of college students serving as background music, they’re probably trying to squeeze that last drop of revision. But here you are legs wide and shaking whilst your boyfriend controls the vibrator that’s wrecking havoc. Quite the contrast.

How you got yourself in this situation? It’s simple.

It was the night before Chanyeol’s birthday and you were reading a cosmopolitan magazine, albeit a trashy magazine but it made time fly as you waited for the kettle to boil. You were on page 8, which was titled ‘How to surprise your man for his birthday’ and so you read, made notes and what not. One thing particularly struck out to you - sexy time voucher- which allows Chanyeol three chances to fulfil his fantasies.

The first one you couldn’t agree with. It was far too risky. But the second one, yes. The public one. And that’s how you got yourself in this situation.

“You’re doing so good,” He says placing a hand on your exposed thigh, making you shudder in the process. He runs the roughened hand up and down the expanse of your thigh, inching it closer until his fingers begin to disappear under the hem on your skirt.

“Hmm, it feels…” you start, your voice wavering as you say so.

“Nice...good...too good?”

You can only muster a nod in response, it’s too much you think to yourself. You grip the sleeve of Chanyeol’s shirt as you near your pinnacle.

The moment he removes his hand from your thigh doesn’t even register. A small gasp escapes your lip when you suddenly feel both his hands gripping at your sides. “Come ‘ere,” He says as he lifts you and places on you on his lap.

Your entire body immediately melts into the expanse of his chest, breathing his cologne as you do. He moves one hand to push apart your thighs which you do without any resistance. “Good girl,” He says placing a kiss on the length of your neck.

Your breath hitches, “Yeol, I’m gonna cum.” Your back arches as your nerves fire up, the flesh of your body flushing as the vibration against your clit inches you closer and closer.

“We can’t be having any of that.”

The vibrator is put into a halt, “No, no, no.” You cry out as the pleasure evades every single pore of your body. “What the hell?” You question Chanyeol as your body goes limp against his in defeat.

“It’s not fun if I just let you cum,” Chanyeol says with a smirk you’re dying to wipe off. “Even you know that.”

“I hate you, “ You say in a matter of fact voice. You wouldn’t mind if he stopped the vibrator way before, but the sole fact that he stops it right before you cum irks you.

He places a finger underneath your jaw and directs your mouth towards his. Instinctively your lips part and he takes the chance and slips his tongue inside your wet mouth. You moan into the kiss as you tongues flow against each other, you move to suck on his bottom lip. There nothing hotter than seeing Chanyeol’s swollen lips...especially when you know you did it. It made an addicting rush of adrenaline rush through your body.

He pulls away, in his wake a trail of spit links the two of you together. “Time for the main course.” He says biting his rosied lip.

Humming in agreement, you rotate your body to straddle his, and you chuckle lightly the moment you feel his bulge  poking at your thigh.“My oh my, You’re already hard,” you palm the bulge and giggle as his face contorts slightly.  

“Ah ha” He wraps a hand around your wrist and places your hand on your thigh. “Keep your hands to yourself, honey.” He slides his hand up your thighs until he reaches your panties, his hand delves and retrieves the little thing pink bullet that had driven you to insanity. “I’m pretty sure it’s got water damage, you know considering how wet you are.” His fingers rest against your clit, rolling the pads of his finger against the bundle of nerves.

The sound of wetness makes you blush harder, the thought of some stranger hearing your whimpers makes your heart beat even faster. You gasp when he inserts two fingers inside you, fingers curling against your walls as he moves them in and out.

He stops and unsheathes his fingers from the band of your underwear. Your face knits in confusion as the fingers painting his lips with your wetness before slipping them between his lips. He locks your eyes in his unnerving gaze, even as he takes his finger out with a pop.

“Yummy.” He comments. You stare at his glistening fingers before moving to engulf them in your own mouth, “Ah, that’s so hot.” he groans as your tongue glides against his fingers. He pops them out of your mouth and moves his hands to slide your panties off.

You make a quick job of unfastening his buttons and moving his jeans downwards. Next are his boxers, at first, you want to take your time with them but then you remember where you are. Anybody could wander to this section at any moment, even if Chanyeol did say that the area is secluded.

Your fingers immediately pull down his boxers as his hike up your skirt to reach your waist, exposing you. “Let's be quick, I feel like someone’s gonna come here,” you say.

He nods before gripping your waist and slowly sliding you down until you feel the familiar poke of his head at your entrance.  You release a choked gasp as he slowly lowers you down onto his shaft. You watch in satisfaction as he moves his head back, exposing his neck in the process. Might as well take a bite you say to yourself, your mouth latches onto his neck, nipping and biting at the skin.

“Ahh...You're so tight,” Chanyeol murmurs as he moves you down his pulsating cock. “Shit.”  

There just something about hearing Chanyeol moan or talk dirty during sex that gets you fired up. His words hit you right in your centre, making you quiver against his cock.

Your back arches as he increases the speed of his thrusts, hitting you in places only he can reach. “Oh fuck.” You breathe out when you feel his hand rubbing on your clit. Your hands grip tighter against his shoulders, it’s too bad considering he’s wearing his clothes, skin to skin contact is so much hotter.

“Babe, I’m close.” He says, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he speaks. You grind your hips against his thrust earning a series of groans and moans emit from him. He tips his head back “Keep doing that.”

He continues the movement of his fingers on your clit, making your back arch. Your mind goes blank as you mindlessly move frantically against him. It’s not long until you feel your pussy clenching tight and quivering on his dick.

“Argh.” He says through gritted teeth, his hips jerk until you feel heat filling you up.  

You both take in large breaths and stare at each other. He looks a mess, dyed strands sticking to his forehead, glasses lying askew on his face and already full lips looking swollen as well the patches of red painting against his skin.

“So what chapter did you get to you?” You ask.

He chuckles, “Hmm, I can barely remember. What chapter did you get up to?”

"I wasn't even reading."

[A/N]

Exams are over!!!! Yah hoes miss me?

 *Crickets*

At the graze of your hand against his arm, he jumps ever so slightly. This is beautiful, and God he’s so beautiful. Just watching him sitting there withering, with a piece of cloth over his eyes. He’s never suspecting of what may happen, he doesn’t know when or where the next touch will be. And that's the best thing about this whole situation.

Grinning wide, you drag your finger across his face and trace his striking cheekbones.

“Huh, I really can’t touch you?”

You quickly place a finger to his lips, you weren’t even finished with your rules. “Last but not least, no cumming I say so.”  

As you drone on about potential punishments, you caress your finger across his lips.You savour in their soft pillow like softness a while (You were alway jealous of how shapely and soft they were) before slipping your finger through them. His mouth is a warm wet cavern, and you find your heart beating faster as his tongue swirls around your digit. Although the act of placing a finger in one's mouth is a meagre one, it’s deliciously explicit. And now he’s sucking your finger and you’re just staring at those luscious lips.

Finally, you pull your finger out and along with it comes a soft pop. “You know what, I don’t know why I find that so sexy...what is it about putting my finger in your mouth?” You question as you stare at your glistening finger.

Sehun’s opens his mouth, but he quickly shuts it the moment he remembers your ‘rules’. You obviously notice this simple act and your face lights up with joy. Who knew he could be submissive?

You rustle his hair and then crane your head down to his ears, you make sure to let your lips graze the skin of his ear . “Good boy,” in an instant the hairs on his body stand to attention.

You place a delicate trail of kisses around the length of neck, each one eliciting a small but sharp intake of air from him. “Hmm, so what do ya think I should next?” You run a finger down his chest, “Where do you think I should explore next?”

“Uh maybe-”

Sighing, you slap your hand over his mouth, “Honey...I don’t think you understand what we’re doing. You don't get a say in this, okay.” you seal your words with a pat on his cheek and a smile.

He hums in agreement and so you peel your fingers away. “Hmm there's my good boy!” You pat his cheek.  “So back to my monologue- where should I go next…?”

In the midst of circling around the chair and dragging a hand through his hair, you remember something. Well not really remember, it was apart of plan all along. “You know what, I think I know what should happened next. Im sure you remember that little gift, the one that goes buzz a whole lot?”  

He shakes his head, “N-no i won’t be able to keep my hands off, that’s torture.”

To say you haven’t been dreaming and daydreaming about doing this is an extreme understatement. Sometimes you’ll find yourself staring hazily into nowhere and playing little scenes of a submissive Sehun writhing and moaning under the agony of a vibrator and edging. Most people get turned on by their partner being dominant but not you. The reversal powerplay to you is like an expensive chardonnay to a rich wine mum.

Ignoring the faint pleas from Sehun, you move to your desk. Under the pile of lacy and not so lacy underwear lies a black box containing the main event of the night. Grinning like a cheshire cat, you unravel the magic wand from its velvet covering. “Honey, you’re gonna love this - I wish I could’ve used it first, but this is so much better.”

You hum a chirpy small tune as you tug his boxers off, “Look that, your cock’s standing to attention. Ok so before the main event, let’s get him a little slick and happy.” You wet the palm of your hand with a droplet of lube and place a tight grip at the base of cock. Wasting no time, you run your hand up down and over the flustered head, the almost negligible movement causes him to bite back a gasp. Your mouth opens to sneak in a sly comment, but you shut your mouth and chose to savour in the trembles and flushing of his skin with each movement.  

Although you’re hopelessly fixated on the way his mouth opens and closes, you can’t help but notice the red splotches forming on his thighs from his own grip on them. “B-babe I can’t…” He grunts.

Being the bitch you are, you just have to tighten your grip, “Can’t what honey hmm...go on, be good boy and tell me.” What’s more ludicrous is the sweet tone of your voice as you do such unspeakable things to him.

You watch in delight as the muscles on his neck strain, “I want to touch you, please p-please just let me,” His begging fires something dark in you and you can’t help but giggle, knowing the hilarious extent of your boyfriend’s stubbornness you’d expected him to beg later on. But then again, the situation was exceedingly peculiar to the other ones. Usually one is able to see incoming touches and be prepared but with Sehun, every touch is a surprise and that’s just intoxicating.

“As much that would be nice, you know for the both of us i’m gonna have to say no,” Satisfied with his weathered state, you release his cock, which in turn causes him to groan. You aren’t planning on letting him cum anytime soon, and god knows how long you‘re gonna drag this out.

With the magic wand locked between your hand, you couldn’t be any happier. “You wanna know something Hun? Well, I’m holding this magic wand,the latest model from their x5 series and it’s silent machine with a strong vibration. And guess what? The vibration strength can waver at the press of a button. Now imagine that.”

With one click, a soft buzz fills the room. And in tandem with that sound, Sehun gulps.

“Here we go,” In order to up the ante, you place the head of the wand on his thigh. You trace the smooth lines of muscles before drawing near and nearer to the desired spot. His heart races whenever he suspects the wand will to his aching cock but then it doesn’t and he can’t help but grit his teeth.

“Honey please,” Sehun murmurs so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

Savouring in the wave of pleasure that runs straight to your core, you move the wand closer “When you beg like that it really turns me on, be a good boy and do it again.,”

“Ah...P-please, please just-” You’re certain he’s about to draw blood from the strength of his hands digging into his flesh.

You’re tempted to slide to your hand down into your underwear and just roll  your clit between your two fingers, like you do on the nights Sehun wasn't home. But you’d rather let your pleasure build up until his face is buried within thighs.

The first time you ran the vibrator over the skin of cock he yelps. You make sure to gather the pearly drop of pre-cum and languidly slather it the pink head. The lazy motions were driving to a place he’d never been before. He was seeing colored spots in his vision and he just couldn’t stop whimpering. “Ahh...f-fuck, it feels so,” he pants and you can  definitely tell he was getting close.

Never forgetting the edging aspect of your plan, you pull the vibrator away from cock. “No no, please...I.”

You let him whine and groan for a few seconds before bring the vibrator back to his cock. The moment the vibrator makes contact all he can see is stars. He’s biting back a moan as droplets of sweat slide down his chest. And once again, he gets close.

And surely, you pull the wand back. It’s as if he runs towards a cliff edge and prepares his body to jump, but then a tight rope just reels him back in the moment his leg lifts off. And it’s driving him crazy. But he can’t deny the way the waves of pleasure strengthen each time you pull away then come back.

“Oh god,please let me cum,” He repeats in quick successions all the while being ghastly out of breath.

You’re enjoy this too much to let him cum now, you want - no need to see how far he can go. There’s been time where you’ve edged for over ten minutes and with every minute the pleasure became unbearable and wild.

This time you put the wavering vibration mode on, and concentrate the tremors all round his head. The poor thing was becoming an almost alarming shade of red, “You’re doing so well baby,” You purr, “But I’m still not gonna let you cum.”

“No babe, please. I can’t  hold it,” He chokes out in between soft gulps of air.  

Here’s the gag, you’re not going to let Sehun cum, no matter how much he begs and keens - well, not until he’s actually inside you. You want him at the perfect amount of dejection and frustration, so much that when he does get you in hands he’ll be unrelenting.

Much to Sehun’s dismay but your pleasure, you switch the vibrator off. “W-why did- what are you doing?” In the midst of his anguish, his arms begin reaching towards you just trying to grasp at whatever he can. Smiling like a true villain, you dodge each of his attempts, “Please babe, I was so close.”

“Oh I know you were close honey,” You say climbing on top of his lap, you place your thighs at either side of his, “But I just couldn’t let you cum,” You reach for his hands and guide them along the plush skin of your thighs.

“Wait you’re letting me touch, I thought-”

“Yes you thought, but since you must know, I made the rules and I can break the rules at my will,” You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whatever cologne he’s wearing is heavenly. “So please touch me, pretty please,” the words are sealed with a few pecks that soon find themselves on his lips.

As your mouth open and your tongues entangle with each other, his hands knead the soft skin of your buttocks. “Fuck, you feel so good,” He says, pulling away.

A/n

The local Tumblr pervert returns with a submissive scenario, shock horror! This is yet another rewrite of a jongdae fic I'd written.

Just wondering, does anyone reading this share a love of Avatar: The Last-you- know-what? If so, I would just like to say, that Zuko will be played by Sehun and that's final. Fight me at 8pm, outside SM offices if you don't agree

"Now?" you open the clock on your phone and sigh the moment you read the numbers. "Dae, it's been thirty minutes. Let's just work through this chapter and then we'll take a rest."

"Yeah, but, I think I'll work better after we take a break. Wouldn't you like a break too? Come on."

You shake your head, and sip the juice from your water bottle. "A break would be nice but, we'll break our concentration. We've been working so well."

"We'll work better after we relax, get something to eat, talk about food, maybe we can..." His words trail off but you get the hint from the way his eyebrows waggle and he snickers. "Hmm?"

"You're a dog," you shake your head, unable to keep the slightest hint of a smirk off your face.

"Well, they call me a beagle."

You snort, "The only person who calls you a beagle is Baekhyun and frankly it's weird."

He places his hand on his heart, "That hurts babe...I can't believe you'd just strip me of my identity. And here I was thinking I was you know, studying with someone I loved and cared for." He makes a show of pushing his textbooks and stationary away, in a manner that is reminiscent of those melodramas. "I don't think I can revise anymore."

You smile as you watch his theatrics unfold, how you manage to put up with him you truly wondered. "Oh yes you can!" you push the equipment back.

"No, no, I could never, I think it's time for me to stop," he pushes his chair back with a screech

the chair slides across the floor with a screech and he leaps up and dashes towards your bed, throwing himself against the comforter, then hugging the star pillow. He casts you a playful glare, "The only way I can ever revise is if you kiss me."

Deciding to play along, you move off from your chair and walk over to your bed, your hands are placed on your hips as you look down at him. "Oh really now?"

He nods, "It's the only way."

"Gosh! I guess I have to don't I," you lean down and pucker your lips and place a kiss on his cheek. "Let's revise, neuropsychology isn't going to finish its self."

“The cheek? What do you take me for!?” He kisses his cheek. “I'm not an easy man.”

“So a kiss on the lip?” You say. “If i do that will you comeback and revise?”

“Maybe so…i think well just have to see”

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you close in and let your lips gently rest on top his. You pull back and are greets with the sigh of him looking midly annoyed. “What, not enough?” You can’t help but laugh. “You just said a kiss.”

Taking matters into his own hands, literally, he grabs your sides and pulls you up with such strength your find your chest lying on his and your hair falling across his neck and pillow. “I think the stakes have been upped,” his voice, now low but still holding that teasing tone.

You watch His eyes landing on your lips and suddenly you feel the first hints of arousal twinging. He was a sneaky man.

“Well, I might be able to meet your demands…” your words die out the moment your lips touch. He uses his tongue to pry your lips open. Meanwhile, his ever so curious hands run along your hips and thighs, feeling the edges and soft flesh underneath your leggings. His grabs at your arse, kneading at it as he groans into the kiss.

You pull away, breathing harder and buzzing. “Next time, we’re just going to revise.”

“Hm, if you say so,” he speaks with a grin.

You roll off him and once your feet are on the wooden floor, you slide your leggings off. As you kick them off to the side, Jongdae pushes his shirt over his head and shimmys off his joggers. You climb back onto the bed, with your thighs on either side of his.

“Are you not taking off your shirt?” He asks, warm hands nestled in the crook of your waist.

You shake your head, “It's too cold.”

“I’ll try to warm you up,” he begins a trail of kisses on your collarbone to your neck. Meanwhile, his other hand rests on the apex of your thigh, fingers stroking you through the material of your underwear. Instinctively, you grind on his hand and so he increases the pressure, earning a soft sigh from you. “Are you warm yet?” He asks, eyes curved into half-moons as he grins.

You scrunch your face, “I'm gonna have to give you a firm no. Do better.”

“If you say so,” he slides your under the side and immediately you feel the pads of his fingers making slick, small circles around your swollen clit. His fingers slide through your folds, wetting his fingers as he did so. "Is that good?" he asks after you whine when he moved his fingers away.

"You're a real work," you say.

"I know."

You wish you could wipe the smile from his face, but your body was in too deep and all you wanted was more. Knowing that Jongdae can play games and tease you for god know how long, you place your palm over his the bulge in his boxers. Although his face doesn't betray his emotions, the from his bulge tells you all the more you need to know. As you rub him, you feel him begin to harden under your hand and of course, you revel in the way his breathing shifts and thighs tense.

"Alright, alright," he takes your wrist in his hand. "Keep your hands to yourself."

"Really now? I thought you liked it?"

"I did, but I don't want to cum in my pants."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you lips latch onto his neck, teeth scratching the pale skin until you know that they'll be marks left in your wake. Neck kisses always do it for him, it's something about them makes him want to take you right there and then.

"I need you right now," he says.

"I know you do," you whisper against his neck.

In quick ministrations, your underwear is off and so is his. His hands guide you towards his flushed head, you shiver as you feel it run down your seam and toward your hole. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you push down on his length and gasp as you sink down, the feeling of him gently stretching your walls was intoxicating.  

You take a moment to breathe, and then his hand he helps you up. You start off slow, moving as though you have all the time in the world and there wasn't a test looming above you both. As you move faster, he moves his hand from your waist but you can still feel it's imprint when it guided you up and down his cock. His fingers disappear under your shirt and they waste no time in landing on your breast.

"Just like that," he groans at the site of your chest bouncing and his hand touching them under your shirt.

As the pleasure rises, you feel your muscles beginning to tense. "Let's flip," he asks.

You shake your head, "No, I w-want to ride you," you voice wavers to a point where it's nearly embarrassing.

He kisses your temple,  you could see how much  your words have affected him."Hm, really? whatever you want."

You can feel yourself coming close, and so you move quicker, chasing that pinnacle till you have right in your hands. You groan and shake in his hold as you ride it out and he follows soon after with muffled moans.

You both manage to catch your breaths moments later and the delirium of sex soon clears your mind. "You're good at wasting time you know," you say to him.

"Thank you, it's a special skill."

A/N

Writing smut could honestly be so easier if I didn't spend so much time trying to figure how people could suddenly end up sinfully touching each other...it's hard out here folks. Honestly.

You looked to your left for the source of the voice. The owner of the rich voice was a tall man, donned in a suit that looked as though it was crafted around his lanky figure. In his hand, he cradled a glass of champagne that seemed as though it’d hardly been drunk. You’d bypassed the champagne lady but as you stared at the glass slotted between his delicate fingers, you can’t help but want to down the sparkling elixir.

You nodded, “It really is, I think it’s one of the finest works here.”

“A person with good taste,” He said. “What brings you to the gallery?”

“Aside from looking at art? well,” You held up your notepad and pen. “I’m writing an article. My first one since I’ve been released from the agony aunt dungeon.”  

“Got to love agony aunt,” He ended his words with a small chortle.

You shook your head, “God, hell no. It’s absolutely atrocious.”

You’d joined the company last year after working for a shoddy online magazine straight out of university. You’d thought you’d be put on the front lines of journalism, a childish fantasy now you thought about it. Anyhow, you and your knee length boots were sent straight to the ‘women’s section’. Which was quite sexist really.

“Why so?”

“It’s filled with forty-somethings wondering if their husbands are cheating because the poor man dared to look at the waitress for longer than three seconds,” You said, having traumatic flashbacks of your work inbox. “And then the occasional teeny-bopper who ask me if their crush is lusting after them just because he gave her a chewed pen when she needed one.”

“Sounds amazing to me,” He said. “Usually all I get to listen to is endless babble about money and paintings.”

“Sounds amazing to me,” You repeated.

“You wouldn’t mind me asking which newsagent you work for?” He asked.  

“Why? Are you planning on stalking me?” You peered up at him through the lens of your glasses.

“You’ve caught me, I thought I was a lot smoother than this,” He said, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“It’s a journalist’s intuition,” You said. “But, I’m from the Chronicle.”

“Oh, the Chronicle. I’ll sure to buy a copy when you publish your article then,” He raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“Don’t bother,” you waved your hand. “It’s going to be a mess. I’ve spent the last thirty minutes trying to find information on these paintings. Google hasn’t been much of a help.”

“Ah, well, I might as well be of help.” His eyes lit up. “This piece is here the Santa Del Cruz, painted in the early 18th century by Marco Dicano. It was rescued from a basement which was the storing place of Dicano’s various works. The subject of the piece, Maria,  was rumoured to be Dicano’s young mistress and was probably painted in secret to avoid discovery…but here it is. Discovered.”

You listened in awe, it was as though he’s reading straight from an Art History textbook.

“I barely got that down,” You chuckled as you looked at the barely eligible scribble on your page. “How do you know so much about the painting?”

“I work in the Art field, plus I’m a fan of Dicano’s work,” He said. “Do you need help on any other pieces?”

“Well, since you’re offering I may as well,” You said.

“So which piece do you need information on?” He asked. “Pick any you want.”

You turned on your heel and scanned the grandiose room. There were twelve paintings and three sculptures, all magnificently beautiful in their unique ways. It was clearly hard to choose. Not wanting to waste the gentleman’s time, you pointed towards a sculpture, the head bust of a woman donned in flowers.

“That one,” You said

“Why that one?” He asked scrunching his face ever so slightly but still managing to look handsome. it was oddly magical.

You’re dumbfounded and so you shrug, “It looks nice, although it’s not as ornate as the other pieces. Ahh, to be honest, it just caught my eye…I’m not that flowery with words.”

“Seeing as you have amazing eyes, I guess I’ll have to agree with you,” He said unknowingly having to incite a flush to your skin. “Let’s go then.”

You followed his long strides till you reached the piece. The sculpture sat on top of a royal blue velvet stand. It was encased in a glass casing and lit with harsh white lighting that curves around the planes of the woman’s face, from the soft slope of her stone nose to the pout in her lips.

“It’s even more beautiful up close,” You said, leaning down so you could see it close.

He hummed in agreement and leant close too. “You’re right.”

“What’s there to know about this one?” You asked, looking at him from the side of your eye.

He, on the other hand, was completely submerged in the piece. Not that you could blame him.

“First of all, it’s called La Rose by Andrien Manois. Manois made the piece as a tribute to the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.” He said, casting you a fleeting look. “Judging from the way he sculpted it, I may say that it’s from the 17th century. Busts were all the rage in that era.”

“What’s with the flowers? She covered in peonies but not roses,” You cleared your throat and pointed at the floral crown adorning her hair. “It’s called the rose is it not?”

He shook his head, and made a circle around the face with is index finger, “That’s because she’s the rose; it’s a metaphor of sorts.”

“Artsy as expected,” You said, rolling your eyes.

He nodded, “I know right, but hey, it makes the sculpture. Plus it’s romantic.”

“True,” You hummed in agreement. “God, You’re like a textbook with all these answers. What is your name by the way?” You asked. “I might just put an acknowledgement at the bottom of the article. ”

“It’s Park Chanyeol and I’d love to be acknowledged.”

Suiting, you think.

“What about yours?” He asked, turning his head towards you. “I’m not writing an article but I’ll put it down somewhere.”

A smirk danced across your face, “You’re gonna have to find out in two days when you buy the newspaper. Then you can put it down 'Somewhere’.”

He raised his darkened brows and let out a hearty chuckle, “Hm, well I guess I’ll be buying then."then.”

You must have been too engrossed in the sculpture because you hadn’t noticed the man who’d suddenly appeared at Chanyeol side. His presence was made apparent the moment he tapped Chanyeol’s shoulder. Chanyeol turned to the black haired man who was donned in an extraordinary amount of black. Judging from Chanyeol’s lack of surprise, the two must’ve known each other somehow.

“We need to be leaving,” The man’s tone was short and curt.

Although Chanyeol towered over the man, the other man’s sheer demeanour and presence made it out as though he’s the tallest in the room. “Really, it’s barely been-”

“He’s waiting outside,"The man cut in.

You don’t know who 'he’ is, but it’s clear other it is, they’re off great importance.

Chanyeol pushed the sleeve of his blazer down and looked at his watch, "You’re right, I’ll be down in a second.”

The man peered at you and sighed, “Hurry.”

The man disappeared down the stairs in a flurry of quick steps. Chanyeol turned back to you, clearly frustrated judging by the small wrinkle in between his eyebrows.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you soon I guess,” He dug in his pocket and procured a small card. “Don’t hesitate to call.”

You took it from him. It was white and dotted with crisp black lettering that said 'Park art &  FN industries’ and a number at the bottom. The other side of the card was adorned with the gold embossed logo of a bird, one that you couldn’t name off the top of your head.

“I’ll be sure to call,” You said as you place the card into your own pocket.

He smiled, “Well, I better be going. It was nice meeting you.”

He too disappeared down the flight of stairs, but in a haste that made the air billow through the fabric of his suit. As you stood in the almost barren room, which was filling up with people, you could only wonder one thing, what did he mean by seeing you soon?

The hands on the clock were nearing midnight and you were lounged in the living room. You had the soothing drone of talking from the TV as you fiddled with the keys on your laptop. Every so often your mind wandered to Chanyeol and the fateful meeting in the gallery. He was certainly a mysterious man and one that left an impact on others without even bothering.

The ping from your phone knocked you out of your daydream. No one texted you at this time. With curiosity dancing across your fingertips,  you grabbed your phone. It was a message from Yael.

Were you or were you not at Gallery Magio today?

Yeah, what about it? you typed back, your interest was piqued

ping

A group stole some pieces, it’s all over the news. 

A weird feeling came over you, it’s nothing you ever felt before, whatever it was had you shifting on the sofa making all attempts to dimish the unsettling feeling from your begin. Still, you laid your phone down onto your lap and took the remote into your hands. You pressed The news channel numbers with ease and familiarity.

“Reports say that the notorious Filii Noctis have once again struck, but this time here in the Gallery Magio.” The reporter says. “Last night Gallery Magio opened its doors for the first time in two years. The Gallery debuted five new pieces…”

Behind her, the Grecian pillars of Gallery were illuminated with red and blues and the white flashes of cameras. Police stood at the entrance of the doors whilst men dressed in blue walked in and out of the building.

“It’s just come in that Filii Noctis have not only stolen one piece but two,” She said as she held her ear piece down. “Breaking news! Reports have just come in that the stolen pieces are the Santa Del Cruz by Fredric Dicano and La Rose by Adrien Manois.”

You switched the tv off. 

A/N

You smirk at his words, they’re as tempting as the cologne his was wearing. Both brisk and passionate.

“What about delayed gratification?” You place your hand over his own. “It’ll be more satisfying.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t you think we’ve been delayed enough?”

“Horny and lazy, what a combination.”

The words are paired with Junmyeon wringing his hands free and his fingers hooking themselves in the loops of your dressing gown. He could simply pull his fingers and off the band would go, flying into a heap on the floor and you’d be bare as bare could get.

“What about you, your nipples may as well be digging their way out of that gown,” from the mirror you noticed this his eyes were fixated on the small peaks on chest.

You cup your breast in your hands, “It’s cold,” your index finger runs circles around the pitches.

His hands leave the tie and travel upwards in order to cup the bottom of your breasts as you pinched your nipples through the thin fabric.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says whilst watching you. “I love watching you touch yourself, it reminds me off that video you sent me.”

Your hands slips through the slit in your gown, you were rolling your nipple between your fingers and finding pleasure in dull ache you were creating. To him, he could only see the fabric strained over your head.

“Which one?” Your voice is soft and airy.

“You had a flowery summer dress, the one that flows in the wind. You’re legs were splayed across a chair, one leg on the arm rest and the othekr one dangling. Your index finger was circling your clit.”

You teeth dig into your bottom lips as he recites the video. You release a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, there’s many things you loved about Junmyeon, one of them was his dirty talk.

He was a pretty man, plush cheeks, pink lips and warm eyes and when paired with his sinful ways of speaking, it was enough to have you winding your thighs together.

“I couldn’t see your face in the video but I could just picture it. You were doing what you're doing right now, biting your lips,” he says. “Aren’t I right?”

Your nod is laced with a feverish yes.

“I knew it, that’s my favourite face but it might also be the face you make when I let you suck my finger. You have this hazy look in your eyes and saliva runs down the corner of your mouth, just thinking about it makes me want to fuck you.”

You don’t know how but your feet were moving along the hardwood floor in steps so light you’d have to look down to know you were walking. The backs of your knees collided with the edge of your bed but you don’t fall back, instead, Junmyeon pulls the tie on your gown loose. The dressing falls in a puddle like  heap around your feet.

With goosebumps a light on your skin, Junmyeon push you back until your head lands on the duvet and your feet dangle on the edge.

He kneels down on the floor, “I got a bit sidetracked there…let’s continue with the video.”

He loops his arm under your right thigh and rests it on his shoulder. You could feel the sturdy muscle moving under your calf.

“You’re rubbing your clit with your index finger over and over, the Sun’s coming in through the blinds and your juices are glistening on your finger and around your pussy.” He places a kiss on your inner thigh, it feels like an electric shock.

“Did it feel nice?” He asks.

“Yes,” you didn’t know if he was asking you about the kiss or your little solo session.

“Good,” His next kiss cone with a twang of pain as his teeth bite down on the supple flesh. “I can tell you wanted you to come, your knees kept coming together and you kept moaning. But then you stopped.”

You can’t remember why you stopped, your mind was a blank slate. How could anyone think when Junmyeon’s face was moving closer to their throbbing centre.

“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he runs his delicate index finger along your slit. “It looked succulent in that video, but the video doesn’t do the real thing justice.”

With the second finger, he parts your pussy lips open. “I keep zoning out from the video! So you'd stopped but I knew it wasn’t over. “

His words swirl in your mind and your breath hitches. He’d kissed your clit, the kiss quickly evolved to his tongue sweeping down your slit and collecting the juices.

“You thrust the fingers in and out but I could tell it was no where near enough for you. So you add a second finger, scissor your fingers a bit.”

“I did…” You whine.

He wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks on it. It felt so good, your body was in a deep state of pleasure and you think it can never get better than this.

He flattens his tongue and moves the muscles up and down. “You taste so good.” He says.

“Two fingers weren’t enough where they baby?”

He sucks on your clit and your back arches instantly. How were you supposed to answer?

“So you add another one and you thrust deep and hard. You’re moaning my name, baby, i don’t think you know what you did to me that night,” he says. “I was watching your pussy stretch on your three fingers, hearing the wet sounds you were making and hearing my name come out of that precious mouth of yours.”

You back arches and you don’t know what to do. His words were hitting you hard. Your pussy was throbbing hard against his mouth and the sounds! It was like classical music.

“You keep thrusting, breathing hard, saying inchorent sentences. At one point you said, ‘Jun…please fuck me, I've been a good girl’, so fucking sexy, "He pinches the underside of your arse. "Really fucking sexy.”

“Jun…I..”

“You get faster, and then your hips get erratic, but you don’t stop, you keep going. You don’t even make a peep.”

Your muscles tense up and your torso bends forward. His hand lies firmly at the base of your pelvic bone, pushing it into the bed as your thrash about.

The last thing you see is Junmyeon’s hair between your thighs and then white engulfs your vision.

“Your body twitches as you remove your fingers. They’re glistening wet straight down to the knuckle bone. You take your camera and move it up to your lips, one by one you lick your fingers clean.”

A/N