#exo fluff

What was meant to be a recharging weekend had quickly spiraled into a series of unfortunate events.

From the second you stepped out of your apartment, the universe seemed to have it out for you. You had realized—too late—that your keys were still on the kitchen counter, and because you hadn’t checked the forecast, you were standing on the sidewalk without an umbrella.

The rain broke just as you entered an old bookstore a few blocks away. The transition was instant: the air turned warm, filled with the scent of aged wood, the dark coffee in the owner’s mug, and that unmistakable, comforting must of old books.

You figured you could kill time there while waiting for Jongin, your boyfriend. He was still across town, likely lost in the rhythm of his class, rehearsing with his students for the upcoming dance competition.

Yet lucky days had never really been your thing.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, dear, but we’re closing in ten minutes,” the old bookseller said. Her voice was just as soft and inviting as it had been when you first walked in.

“Oh… right. Sorry,” you stammered, feeling a flush of heat in your cheeks. You felt clumsy under her gaze; she definitely knew you’d been wandering the aisles for an hour without picking up a single thing. Desperate, you grabbed the nearest spine. “I’ll take this one!”

“Of course! Follow me, please.”

As you trailed her slow steps toward the register, your eyes drifted to the window. Outside was a blurred gray. People scrambled for cover or huddled under umbrellas, while a few indifferent souls simply trudged through the downpour.

You prayed your new purchase wouldn’t be ruined the moment you stepped outside, but the universe apparently had other plans for your wallet.

Snap.

The sudden blackout made the woman jump. “Oh, goodness!” She peered through the dim light at the register, which died, then up at the wall clock, marking 4:52 pm. “I’m sorry, dear. I can’t process the sale without the scanner, and it doesn’t look like the power is coming back anytime soon,” she apologized, trying to turn on the light switch with no success.

“No, I understand,” you said, trying to mask your disappointment as you returned the book to its shelf. “I’ll come back for it soon.”

“Thank you, dear. I’ll give you a discount when you return—”

“Oh, no, please! It’s not your fault at all,” you insisted, waving your hands and letting out a nervous, awkward laugh. 

You felt entirely out of place as you offered a final goodbye, pushed open the door, and braced yourself for the cold air. You tried to walk as fast as your shoes would allow, hunched over with your hands uselessly shielding your head. It was a losing battle; your cardigan quickly became wet and a heavy weight against your skin.

Your only goal at this point was the café you frequent. But as you rounded the corner, the sight of the dark windows made your heart drop. The closed sign dangled mockingly behind the glass. Of course, it was closed. It was sunday.

You stood in front of the door, hoping someone from inside could save you, but that didn’t happen. Frustration boiled up, followed quickly by a wave of exhaustion. You reached into your pocket, desperate to call Jongin, and yikes... your phone was dead.

The universe had finally succeeded in ruining your day.

You sank down onto the narrow ledge of the café’s doorway, tucked away as much as the shallow awning would allow. You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your wet arms around them to form a tight, shivering ball, letting out a shaky breath, your eyes watering as the frustration finally broke.

You didn’t know how much time had passed in the same position. However, you felt the same way. 

The sound of splashing footsteps echoed down the empty street, growing louder and more frantic until they stopped right in front of you.

“Angel?”

You looked up, your vision a watery blur, to see Jongin hovering over you. He was breathless, his hair damp, and his eyes were wide with a raw panic that made your heart ache.

“Oh… thank god it’s you, princess,” he exhaled, the words coming out shaky. He dropped to his knees in the puddles without a second thought, his hands framing your face, his thumbs frantically brushing away the rain and tears. “I was terrified… I went to the apartment and saw your keys still in the lock, and when you didn’t answer your phone…” he had to pause, “I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

Jongin didn’t wait for you to explain. He felt how violently you were shivering and immediately pulled off his warm hoodie.

“Wait, no—your clothes will get soaked,” you whispered, your voice cracking. 

“I don’t care about that,” he countered softly. He took off your damp cardigan, guiding the oversized hoodie over your head, helping you find the sleeves. It was huge on you, smelling like him and his cologne. “God, I called you so many times.”

“My phone died,” you choked out, embarrassed. “The power went out at the bookstore, and I forgot the umbrella, and when I came here, they were closed and I just… I couldn’t do anything right today. I’m such a mess…”

You braced yourself for a lecture about being clumsy, but Jongin wasn’t like that. He wrapped your arms around you so tightly you could feel his heart still hammering against his ribs from the stress of looking for you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured into your hair, his voice dropping into that low soothing register he reserved only for you. “My sweet girl, it’s just a bad day, that’s all. You’re not a mess. You’re just exhausted, okay? And I’ve got you now.”

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shirt as you cried quietly into his shoulder, feeling even more embarrassed. He just comforted you, rocking you slightly and pressing kisses to your temple. After a few minutes, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression melting into a soft, comforting smile.

“Let’s get you something hot to drink, okay?”

“It’s closed,” you said, fresh tears welling up as you gestured toward the dark windows and the mocking sign. “Everything is closed…”

Jongin looked at the sign, then he let out a soft, tender laugh and squeezed your hand, leaning in to bump his forehead against yours. 

“The café might be closed, but the convenience store is definitely open,” he said, standing up and pulling you gently to your feet. He kept his arm firmly around your waist to keep you steady and warm. “And I happen to know they have that ice cream you love. The one with extra chocolate? We’re gonna buy the whole shelf.”

“Jongin… it’s raining,” you protested weakly, even as a tiny smile finally started to tug at the corner of your mouth. “It’s freezing.”

“It was raining,” he corrected softly. “Which is why we’ll buy a ridiculous amount of sweets, go home, and eat them under the thickest blanket we own,” he promised, leaning down to kiss the tip of your cold nose. “C’mon, princess.” 

He held your hand, and with his free hand, he grabbed your damp cardigan. You kept your hand tucked firmly in his, your fingers entwined, while your other arm was lost deep inside the cuff of his massive hoodie. with the hood pulled low over your damp hair.

Jongin didn’t let the silence grow heavy. “I’m thinking we also need those spicy chips we had last time,” he mused as he nudged the store door open, the bell chiming a cheerful welcome. “Or should we go full sugar crash and get gummies, too?”

“Jongin…” you whispered, though a small laugh bubbled up in your throat as you watched him grab a basket. “We can’t possibly eat all of that. It’s too much.”

“Watch me,” he teased, leaning down to touch your nose with his fingertip. “Nothing is too much for my girl.”

He moved through the aisles, tossing items into the basket like he was on a mission. He’d pick up a package, waiting for your opinion, and then drop it in when he saw your eyes crinkle at the corners. He was doing his best to make up for something he didn’t ruin. 

“Two?” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder as you followed him to the register, noticing he grabbed two pints instead of one ice cream.

“One for the movie, and one for the ‘just because I love you’ part of the night,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick, lingering kiss to your temple. 

By the time you reached the counter, the basket was overflowing with a ridiculous mountain of sweets. You watched him pay, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over the last of your frustration. The clumsy girl who had been crying in the rain felt far away now. Standing there with him, your hand never leaving his, you realized that your favorite café wasn’t your safe place—the real one was standing right next to you, making sure you never stopped smiling.

Instead of rushing back to the apartment, you found yourself pulling gently on his hand, guiding him toward the long way home. You weren’t ready to end the magic of the moment just yet; you wanted to linger in this version of the world where it was just the two of you.

“Not ready to go in?” he asked softly, pulling you closer to his side. You shook your head, and he didn’t even hesitate. “Alright, then. Night picnic on the move, it is.”

You walked through the quiet streets, tucked deep into the warmth of his hoodie. Jongin started tearing into a bag of sweets, popping a gummy into your mouth and then into his.

“Thank you,” you whispered, noticing your voice cracked a little, making Jongin stop for a second.

“For the gummy? I’d give you the whole bag if you ask me to,” he murmured, his eyes crinkling into those half-moons you loved so much.

You shook your head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Just for... for everything.” You weren’t crying, but you had the urge to hug him tightly enough as he hugged you back.

“I love you, angel,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I will love you even more on bad days like today, okay?”

You looked at him with teary eyes, wondering what you had done to really deserve someone like him. “I love you too, Nini,” you murmured, curving your lips because there were no more tears of sadness or frustration, but love.

Jongin smiled back at you, leaning down to finally kiss you properly. His warmth and soft lips were all you needed to feel better. “Let’s go home, honey. I’ll handle the rest.”

You slipped from bed, pulling on a random set of lingerie before tugging one of his hoodies from the chair in the corner of the room. It hung off your frame, hem brushing your thighs. The silk of the lingerie clung cool against your skin beneath the warmth of the hoodie, a secret that made your pulse quicken as you stepped softly into the hall. 

He didn’t notice you at first. Too wrapped in negotiations, in the careful choosing of his words. “Yes, of course. I’ll give you an answer by the end of the week.” His back was to you as he spoke, head tipped slightly as though weighing invisible scales. 

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him, a smile tugging at your lips. The morning light had slipped further into the room, painting him in pale gold, catching the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck. For all the years you had known him, it still amazed you how he could look both untouchable and utterly yours at the same time. 

And maybe that was why mischief stirred in you now, curling warm in your chest. He carried the world in that phone call, but you carried something he needed more: the reminder of how inevitable, how easy love could be. 

“Coffee in the morning and you on the phone,” you murmured under your breath, just loud enough to tease the air between you. “Some things never change.” 

Kyungsoo’s head jerked, eyes landing on you. For just a beat, his composure faltered. The faintest widening of his eyes, the soft flush that brushed his cheeks. Then, into the phone, he gave a quick, mumbled response. “Yes, I understand. I’ll call you back with my decision.” And the line went dead before the person on the other end had a chance to protest. 

The silence that followed was almost comical, the abrupt end of the call leaving the room charged with something else entirely. Kyungsoo lowered the phone from his ear, thumb hovering over the screen as if he might excuse himself back into work. But his eyes refused to leave you. 

You sat and stretched languidly across the couch, the simple action pulling the hem of the hoodie upward as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The fabric rode upward, just enough to give away the shimmer of silk and lace beneath. Your grin tilted playful, knowing. 

“So,” you began, breaking the tension with the casual speech of someone who already knew they had won. “Is this what it takes to get your full attention?”

Kyungsoo’s mouth parted, though no words came right away. His stare was unguarded, caught between disbelief and inevitable surrender. When he finally spoke, his voice had none of the crisp professionalism from moments before. It was deeper now, thicker. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” 

You cocked your head, pretending innocence, but your bare thigh brushing against the couch as you shifted betrayed you. “Maybe. But it’s only because I love you.” 

The corners of his mouth quirked, almost as if he wanted to scold you for interrupting, for making his carefully balanced world topple so easily. But instead, he made his way to you with that quiet steadiness that had always been his way of loving you. Firm, undoubted, and certain. 

“Impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though his hands were already reaching for you, fingers brushing your jaw, your shoulder, the edge of his hoodie that barely covered you now. His touch lingered, reverent and impatient all at once. His phone slid from his hand to the coffee table, forgotten, as he finally gave in to the gravity pulling him toward you. 

The couch dipped beneath his weight, his knees bracketing yours as if to cage you there. The morning sunlight spilled across both of you, gilding his skin, making the ordinary—this couch, this day—feel like something touched by reverence. 

His lips found yours unhurriedly, brushing, retreating, then deepening when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Each kiss was deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize you all over again, like the first moment he had ever dared to love you. 

The hoodie slid loose under his hands, falling from one shoulder and baring a lace strap. His breath caught, and he leaned back just enough to take you in. His fingertips traced the edge of silk before he pulled the hoodie away completely, baring you piece by piece. 

“You’re cruel,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his mouth closed over your collarbone. His hands wandered with purpose, sliding over your waist, up to your breasts, squeezing with an aching need. The lace gave way under his touch, tugged down so his mouth could taste your skin, his tongue circling, his teeth grazing before soothing with a gentle suck. 

You arched into him, hips shifting of their own accord, grinding against the press of his hardening length. A low sound broke from his throat, but his pace didn’t falter. Instead, he pulled away, lips wet from where he had been worshipping you, his eyes narrowing in mock reprimand. 

“Interrupting my call wasn’t enough?” he asked, voice threaded with warning. His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasing, waiting. “Now you want more without asking?”

You bit your lip, playful, challenging, grinding against him again. “Maybe I do.” 

The sharpness in his gaze morphed into something darker, deeper. He caught your hips in his hands, holding you still. “Apologize,” he said quietly, but firmly. “For interrupting me when I was working.”

You shook your head, defiance sparking in your grin. 

The laugh that left him was low, edged with disbelief at your audacity. “You’re such a brat.” His hand slid between your thighs, pressing against the lace there, but holding back, denying you the rhythm you craved. “Until you say it, you don’t get what you want.” 

Your breath hitched, frustration and desire twining together, leaving you trembling beneath his piercing gaze. His patience was its own kind of punishment, his love a tether pulling you closer even as he withheld. And still, even in the teasing, even in the denial, every moment of his lips, his hands, his voice was threaded with inevitability. 

Your refusal hung in the air between you, sweet and reckless. Kyungsoo’s jaw tightened, and then, swift and sharp, his palm landed against your breast. The sting startled a gasp from your throat, but before you could protest, his mouth was already there, lips wrapping around the mark, tongue flicking and soothing, lapping at your peaked nipple as if to erase the ache he had caused. 

“You think you can defy me and get away with it?” he muttered against your skin, each word a vibration that sank deep into your chest. 

You only smiled through your ragged breaths, daring him with your silence. That earned you another punishment, though this one came with a different kind of mercy. 

Kyungsoo moved down your body, hands sliding over your ribs, your waist, before tugging your lingerie aside. His mouth pressed hot and wet to your pussy, his tongue stroking you slowly, steadily, relentlessly. Pleasure coiled sharp and immediate, your hips jerking against his face as he buried himself in you. 

“Kyungsoo—” you gasped, fingers clawing at the couch cushions, your back arching as his tongue circled your clit. He gave no reprieve, licking, sucking, even slipping a finger inside you, curling it in perfect rhythm until your climax trembled just out of reach. 

But just as the wave began to crest, his hand pulled back. A sharp slap landed against your swollen folds, the sudden sting stealing your breath. He pulled away, lips wet, gaze blazing with authority. 

“Apologize,” he demanded again, voice rough and commanding. 

You writhed, desperate, aching. “No,” you breathed, clinging to your defiance even as your body trembled on the edge of release. 

His smirk was faint but dangerous. “Then you don’t get to cum.” 

You broke then, words spilling raw and unpolished. “Please, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just let me—”

But Kyungsoo shook his head before standing and shedding his clothes with infuriating calm. His cock stood thick and aching in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, gaze never leaving you. “Too late.” 

You whimpered as he knelt back down, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness without giving you the friction you craved. Each pass had you keening, nearly in tears, your thighs trembling from the denied release. Only when you were shivering, practically begging, did he finally sink into you, inch by devastating inch, filling you completely until the stretch made your vision blur. 

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sobbed out a broken moan, every nerve in your body alight. Overstimulated, denied, desperate. His thrusts were salvation and punishment in equal measure. 

“Now,” Kyungsoo breathed against your ear, his voice touched with restraint. “Maybe you’ll learn not to interrupt me when I’m on the phone.” 

His hips snapped forward, slow at first, then harder, each thrust finding the places inside you that made your breath shatter. The stretch was overwhelming, his cock filling you so completely it felt like he had carved out a space meant only for him. Your moans spilled freely now, shameless, every sound proof of how desperate you had become.

He chuckled against your ear, voice dark with amusement. “So needy,” he taunted, punctuating the words with another sharp thrust that made you cry out. “Couldn’t wait until I was finished working, could you? Had to be a bad girl and interrupt my call just to get my attention.” 

You shook your head frantically, though your body betrayed you, clinging to him, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. “I—I’m sorry,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between cries. “I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have interrupted you.” 

“That’s right.” His hand slid down, thumb pressing hard against your clit, circling in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The perfect combination unraveled you, his cock massaging your walls while his thumb worked mercilessly at the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it again.” 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your nails dragging down his back. “I won’t do it again, I promise! Kyungsoo, I promise.” 

His restraint finally broke at that. His gaze was molten as it locked with yours, his voice dropping into a command that made your whole body quake. “Cum for me.” 

The order tore through you like lightning. Release slammed into you, hard and unrelenting, your walls clenching around him as the orgasm wracked your body. You screamed his name, shaking apart in his arms, the force of it so strong it felt endless. 

But even as your climax milked his cock, Kyungsoo didn’t stop. He rode you through it, thrusts steady, his thumb still working your clit until the aftershocks blurred into overstimulation. His lips brushed your temple, his breath hot, and you realized—he wasn’t nearly finished with you yet. 

Your body convulsed beneath him, every nerve raw and screaming, but he only tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His thrusts grew sharper, more merciless, each one pushing you further past the line of what you thought you could handle. 

“Don’t tell me you’re done,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desire. “I know you’ve got one more in you. You always do.” 

Tears spilled hot down your cheeks as you choked on sobs, shaking your head. “I—I can’t, it’s too much, I can’t—”

“Stop lying.” His palm pressed hard against the back of your thigh as he wrenched your legs higher, folding them up against his chest. The new angle had him spearing impossibly deep, the stretch sharp enough to punch the air from your lungs. 

He groaned low in his throat, the sound half-pleasure, half-promise. “You’re going to cum again, and you’re going to do it when I say.” 

You clawed at his shoulders, overwhelmed, babbling apologies between cries. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Kyungsoo! Please—”

But he didn’t let up. His cock drove into you, thick and relentless, dragging against every oversensitized place inside you until the pressure began to coil again despite your protests. You felt it building, hot and urgent, your body betraying you as it always did under his command. 

“I’m—” Your voice cracked while your body shuddered. “I’m gonna cum! I can’t hold it! Please—”

“Not yet.” His words were a growl, and his pace only quickened, sweat slicking his skin against yours. The denial had you sobbing, trembling under the weight of sensation, your whole body begging for release. 

Your nails left crescents in his skin, your throat raw with whimpers. “Please, Kyungsoo! Please let me cum!”

And then, when his own rhythm began to falter, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of holding back, he gave you the order that broke you completely. “Now. Cum for me. Milk me until I give you every last drop.” 

The permission detonated inside you. Your orgasm tore through you so violently you screamed, body locking around him, clenching so hard it dragged a strangled groan from his chest. The sound of his voice, the heat of his body, the brutal pace of his thrusts, all of it crashed together as he spilled into you, hot and unrelenting, grinding himself deeper to the hilt as he came undone. 

You clung to him, shaking and sobbing, your body wrung out, every nerve alive with the force of your shared release. And still, he stayed pressed inside you, refusing to let you go, as though he had molded your body to fit his and wasn’t ready to give it back.  

Eventually, the pace of your breathing slowed, the storm giving way to silence. Kyungsoo eased you onto your side without ever pulling out, his body curved protectively around yours. Your cheek pressed against the damp warmth of his chest, and his arm wrapped firm and steady around your waist, anchoring you against the quiet thrum of his heartbeat. 

For a while, neither of you spoke. The room was filled only with the sound of your breaths mingling, the aftershocks ebbing into something softer, something that felt like forever. 

When his voice finally came, it was almost hesitant, as though confessing something sacred. “I don’t even think about it anymore—loving you…It’s just what I do.” 

You smiled against his skin, exhaustion pulling at you, but affection blooming brighter. “Like your coffee in the morning?”

That earned a small laugh from him, quiet but real. He tilted your chin up until your eyes met his. “No. Better. Because this—” his thumb traced your cheek, lingering, “I’ll never stop craving.” 

You leaned into his touch, and everything inside you went still. Safe. Certain. Loved. 

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“what?”

“nothing, go on. keep ignoring me.”

you reach out to gently pinch his leg through his sweatpants, grinning when he yelps. “stop being so dramatic. you don't want her to go to sleep hungry, do you?”

“of course not...”

“then let me finish this.”

you can feel chanyeol stare intensely at you as your cat finishes her food. finally, she's done, jumping out of your lap and slinking away to her spot on the sofa. you put her dish away and come back to stand next to chanyeol, mimicking his pose.

“hi, handsome,” you say, brushing some hair away from his forehead so you can see his eyes better.

“stop trying to charm me.”

“is it working?”

“shh,” he pouts, pulling you closer to himself.

“so...what did you want to talk about?”

“...it's silly.”

“can't be, otherwise it wouldn't be bothering you,” you say, booping his nose. “what's up?”

chanyeol sighs. “promise you won't laugh at me?”

“promise.”

“okay. i think...”

“oh, you do?”

“babe, i swear—” now it's your turn to get pinched by chanyeol.

“sorry,” you giggle, batting his hand away. “i'll shut up now.”

“hmph.”

you shift to sit on the counter so that chanyeol can stand between your legs. here, you're the same height as he is. for once. you extend your arms and chanyeol falls into them unfailingly.

“what is it, babe?” you ask, rubbing his back.

chanyeol stiffens a little. “i just...i don't think i'll be...a very good cat dad.”

you pull away to look at him. he sounds serious about it.

“it's been three weeks since i got her, yeollie. you've been hanging out with her for most of that time.”

chanyeol shrugs. “yeah, but...i was in practice yesterday.”

“okay?”

“and i forgot to feed my tamagotchi.”

“...and?”

“and? what if i forget to feed the baby one day? what if i come back late from practice and go straight to bed? she's going to hate me,” he whines, burying his face in your neck. “she'll scratch me and hiss at me and—”

“fall asleep on you?”

“no, what—”

“i saw you sleeping on the sofa yesterday,” you say, a smile on your face as you remember last evening. “she was right on your chest. didn't move even when you snored.”

chanyeol sighs, his breath tickling your skin.

“want to know something?”

“what?” he asks, looking at you.

you pull out your phone and show him your lockscreen. it's a picture of chanyeol and your baby, cozy and cuddled up together under the dim lights of your living room.

“i look terrible!” chanyeol exclaims instantly, grabbing your phone to look at himself. “why's my mouth open like that?”

“that's what you're focusing on?” you chastise him. “what about my entire world crammed together in one corner of the sofa?”

chanyeol's eyes soften. “we're...your world?”

“did you even doubt that?”

“no,” he says, hand on yours. “you never let me.”

it’s a friday night. the week was long for both you and chanyeol. having just finished your 8 to 4, you were feeling pretty lazy. you both agreed to a simple dinner which was code for “find what you can in the fridge and make it into a soup”.  

the food was done in 20 minutes, record time, eager to just crash on the couch and watch a movie in each others arms. it was only 5pm and yet, the pjs were thrown on immediately after supper.  

as if you couldn’t love him more, chanyeol surprised you with your favourite chips and soda. you thanked him with a big fat kiss and the tightest hug, feeling so loved by him.  

you’ve settled down on the couch, your back against chanyeol’s, as you rewatch the first season of greys anatomy. chanyeols arm is draped across your waist, stroking your belly absentmindedly. your feet rub against his in an effort to warm your pair. it’s the calm you needed after a long week at work. being in your lovers arms, that’s all you could ever wish for. 

you squeal when you see meredith and viper kiss for the first time and it’s revealed that derek was there to see it.  

You make out with patients now? 

you completely lose it in chanyeol’s hold, feet kicking his in excitement.  

“hey, hey, small couch!!” chanyeol laughs at you, pulling on your waist so he was now above you. he smiles sweetly before giving you a quick peck on the lips. “you’re so cute when you fangirl.” 

“it gets me every time.” you return the kiss, snaking your hand behind his neck and pulling him closer to you to deepen the kiss. his lips match your slow pace. your tongues wrestle each other unhurriedly like you have all night to ravish. 

you nip at his bottom lip and pull at it slightly, earning you a slight moan. his hand massages your side while he nudges your legs apart. it’s your turn to moan when you can feel his growing member through his pjs as it lightly grazes your heat. he sneaks his fingers through your boxer shorts and swipes across your wet folds.  

“so wet.” he hums against your lips, now using two fingers to circle your clit with your wetness. he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure but gosh, is he taking your time with you.  

you don’t even care. you know chanyeol would take care of you all night if you asked.  

“mm, you’re being so nice and patient.” he notices your efforts to be his good girl and rewards you with a bit of a quicker pace. you gasp in his mouth and tighten your hold around his neck, pulling him even closer to you if that was even possible.  

you were craving him. your body has been aching to be in his hold like this. this was love you never thought you would ever get the chance to experience.  

chanyeols pace grows quicker, rubbing your clit with such expertise. he knew your body so well. he knew which angle to apply the pressure and he knew counterclockwise was how to get you undone. As expected, your face began to show the fruits of his labour. your brows were furrowing. your eyes were squeezed shut. your back was arching.  

chanyeol puts a hand to your cheek, urging you to open your eyes because this is his favourite part and you know it. to your best attempt, your lashes flutter open and look into chanyeols eyes. they’re encouraging and filled with love. he wants you to cum on his fingers and he wants you to be looking at him when you do. 

“cum for me, my love.” he says like it’s the magic words to get you to finish. chanyeol watches as your eyes try their best to focus on him. your toes curl into the couch, a leg instinctively rising from the pure ecstasy you were feeling. he bites his lip, turned on by the way he has you, all of you, all to himself. “you’re so beautiful, honey.”  

he kisses you so passionately, so deeply. you’re so overwhelmed by love. you end up making out for a little longer, completely enamoured with being in his touch and having his lips on yours. chanyeol continues to rub circles around your sensitive heat, just in love with how you feel in his touch. he’s not trying to make you cum again. he just loves to feel you. he slips a finger inside you, pumping in and out with no rush, just wanting to be in you and feel your gummy walls around his finger.  

you squeeze around him, not expecting him to add another finger. he’s obsessed with you. he’s memorizing every inch of you, not afraid that he’ll lose you but purely because he wants to know all of you. 

“my yeol, can i please have you inside of me?” you remove your lips from his and you both gasp for air. you just want to be filled by him, want him to be inside of you all night. he nods before turning you so you were now facing the tv again. he slides both your bottoms off and lifts your leg slightly. he swipes his cock against your fold, wetting his member with your fluids. you share a moan when he slowly enters you without a rush. 

“you’re so perfect for me. we’re like a perfect little puzzle piece.” you giggle at his comment and rest a hand on his ass, pushing him into you and setting the deliberate pace. his hips follow your lead. he takes your chin between his fingers and turns it towards him so he could kiss you as he fucks you at a tantalizingly slow cadence. you move your hand to the back of his neck and run your fingers through his hair.  

“i love you so fucking much. it hurts not being in you like this all day.” chanyeol is hitting that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. you squeeze him every time he hits it. he groans against your lips and you can feel his hunger when he tightens his grip around your thigh. his hips begin to move at a quicker pace. his fingers return to your clit and he rubs you in the way he knows so well. before you knew it, you’ve become an aching, pulsing mess around him, yelping against his lips from cumming for the second time. 

chanyeol fucks you through it and explodes inside of you. but he doesn’t care that he’s cum already, he continues to fuck you until he can’t feel you pulsing around him anymore.  

“my yeol,” you gasp. “i love you.” 

“oh my love, i’m going to show you how much more i love you.” 

chananyeol bong: lowkey highkey this is a self insert hahaahahah this was supposed to be pure fluff but then i saw that shirtless video oh chanyeol checking himself out. so that + not being able to sleep = this. anyways pls enjoyyyyyy like comment subscribe link in bio wtv wtv 💓🙆🏻‍♀️💕🍒

i’m gonna attempt to sleep before work 🐼

after nearly two hours of laying on the couch, there’s so much boredom flooding your veins that you end up hanging off the edge, the top of your head grazing the floor. with sehun out working all day, you were left home to your own devices. typically that wouldn’t have been an issue, but with the terrible white noise from the tv and the nonstop thoughts running through your head, it’s getting harder to tolerate being alive right now.

it’s just been a really big week for you. while it’s been good, receiving gallery invitations and much more, it’s starting to feel like you bit off more than you can chew. it gets harder and harder to balance all the things, like completing paintings, finding time for yourself and friends, doing the rest of your schooling, and then being a good girlfriend at the end of the day. 

you love it, and love being ambitious with the need to do everything you love, but there’s moments like these where you stare at the wall and realize you can’t handle it that make you feel terrible. that exact feeling is what put you right here, getting home from your last class of the day, one that ended when the sun was up, and going straight to sitting in the same position on the couch for the rest of the night.

the silence is starting to pull a headache to the front of your skull when the front door opens, sehun pushing through with a sigh. it’s so dark that the only thing he can see is your face, lit up by the tv. he frowns, and you can’t really see it all too well, but you know it’s there in the way he hasn’t said anything.

he flicks the table lamp on as he comes closer, calling your name softly, “why’s it so dark in here? are you okay?” 

you look at him briefly, just for a second before the thought of talking at all brings a burn behind your eyes. all you can do is shake your head and roll your eyes before you can stop yourself. your head falls in your pillow before you can see sehun’s reaction, but you can tell that he’s even more put off by you than he already was.

he sits next to you, by your feet, in silence. you see his hand reach out to touch you, before pulling away. his mouth opens, like he’s going to speak, before it closes again. he then makes a movement to grab one of your feet, turning to face you better while pressing his thumbs into the sole. the fact that he still chooses to be so tender despite your soft launching a terrible attitude forms a lump in your throat and a sting in your eyes. 

sehun frowns once again, as if the one he had couldn’t grow any deeper, before finally speaking up again. “sweetheart..” he takes a sharp breath in, finding his words, “i see that you’ve had a bad day. and i’m sorry. i want to help you, but when you give me this negativity i can’t, right?”

you sniffle, a little shudder moving through your body, before collecting yourself and sitting up. your knees get hugged to your chest, chin resting on top. “i know, but i just..” you don’t even know. the feelings are still so fresh that it makes you even angrier trying to compute it. “i’m just so fucking tired, okay? and i can’t.. i.. i don’t-“ 

sehun shushes you and closes the gap before your emotions can take you any further. his arms wrap tight around your torso and pull you into his chest, grounding you and pulling you away from your frustrations. he holds you there, tightly while you fall apart again, quick breaths and hot tears falling onto the fabric of his button up. i know. he mumbles, kissing your hair. i know. 

just like that your entire body in his grasp, and he’s up on his feet. your head is still buried in his chest, tears still falling freely, but it happens silently as he leads you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet. he grabs a bit of tissue, calmly wiping your tears and your nose, and exiting  with a kiss to your forehead.

when he comes back, his hands are dangerously full, almost dropping two candles and a bag of bath salts. he starts with the water, fiddling with the temperature like one degree matters, which it does when it’s for you. then the candles are lit and salts are thrown in the water, and all you can do is watch with your damp cheeks and stuffy nose because how is he so perfect? how does he always know what to do?

once everything is set up, he kneels in front of you, hands on your knees. face is completely calm, straight as can be, while managing the look of patience that only comes out after leaving the office.

he takes in a breath, “i know your day hasn’t been good. your back hurts. your feet hurt. your brain hurts. now, all i need is for you to let me help you. should i stay with you or do you want some time to yourself?”

you’re too drained to even try talking so you just grab his wrist, he asks again, and you nod. that’s all it takes for him to slowly remove your clothes for you, helping you into the bath before getting seated next to you. he’s still in his slacks, you realize, tie now undone and button up halfway unbuttoned, and he brushes it off, knowing what you were thinking already. he’s studied you so well that he might as well put mind reading in his resume.

the same way he knows your thoughts before they even form, he rolls his sleeves to his elbows and puts his hands under the water to work through the tension in your muscles. his eyes never wander, nor do his fingers, gaze locked on your face to make sure your mind is on nothing but him and the moment you’re in now. of course he’s made the mental note to talk to you about everything, but that can be pushed to later. your needs are different right now, and he’ll work his hardest to meet them.

You’ll be off in thirty minutes. Just a few more transactions between you and 3 days off.

Your eyes keep scanning the crowd, hoping to spot Chanyeol. Your mind had been doing that since you last saw each other. Just randomly thinking of him at random points in the day. He hadn’t come to the store since you last saw each other, though he did send you a couple of texts with songs he thought you’d like. You also sent him a good luck text this morning, it felt appropiate.

However, you knew he had asked to see you at the festival but you never got the details sorted. You weren’t sure where this feeling of caring too much came from… It’s not like you knew him well or talked regularly. Well, who’s to say he even wants to see you today he’s probably busy and doesn’t remem—

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

Meet up once ur off? 7:30pm right?

He remembered.

Sure :) I’m by the tents at the west entrance; you type quickly before your boss notices as he was an arm’s length away.

Got it. I’ll come find you. See you soon :)

See ya

Phone back in your pocket. You only now realize your heartbeat was noticeable at your chest. Okay, so, just a few more transactions between now and Chanyeol.

--

At 7:35pm your bag is already on your shoulder, and you were saying goodbye the your boss.

Done, you text him as you approach the larger area with other festival goers. You had so many missed notifications that came in during the long shift. You keep your eyes down, thumbs moving across the screen, clearing apps and messages. Unfocused on your surroundings.

“Found ya,” a voice says from right beside you making you stop and jolt.

“Oh, goodness!” You exclaim, clutching your phone to your chest. “Hey, you scared me!” You say swatting at his arm.

Chanyeol’s eyes crinkle in that endearing way as his face breaks into a wide, toothy smile. “Ah, sorry-- just joking. Good to see you. How was work?”

He seems taller somehow, dressed more intentionally than the relaxed outfits you’re used to seeing when he goes to the store. “Well, it was work,” you shrug, “but now I can actually check out the event.”

“Have you eaten? I got a couple of food and drink tickets since I’m performing. I was waiting to use them with you”

He was? “No. I haven’t eaten. That’s nice of you”

“Mmm-- nice, or just holding back from drinking my weight in beer before going on stage” He jokes, which is a new side you hadn’t seen before.

“A drink and food is a drink and food. Where to, front man?”

“Follow me.”

He leads you through the open space, weaving through the crowd. The sun had started to set, leaving the space lit up mainly by the surrounding vendors and stages. He takes you to a stand selling overpriced, mediocre tacos and beer. At least only mediocre now, thanks to his tickets.

Settling into a tall standing table, you catch up on the past week. His studio is close to opening, he just had a few remaining details to finish. You learn that music isn’t just something he likes, it’s closer to a hyper fixation. Once he finished working on the studio, he worked on a few contracted mixing jobs, then stayed up into the early morning hours practicing for tonight. “So, sorry I couldn’t text too much and stay in touch.”

“No need to worry. You’re a busy guy. My week wasn’t anything extraordinary that required updates.” Between work, house upkeep, and TV, there wasn’t much to share.

“Well… maybe I just feel bad. I wanted to talk to you more, and I couldn’t” He has his forearms resting on the table, both hands cupping his beer. His eyes stay on yours, steady and unhurried. You feel zeroed in on, and a sudden warmth rises in your cheeks. You don’t want him to see how flustered his gaze is making you, so you take a swig of your beer to give yourself something to do. He notices the sudden movements and lets out a quiet laugh while shaking his head.

“I need to head backstage soon. Will you be in the crowd?”

“Yeah,” you say something finally, “yeah I’m staying.” You clear your throat slightly. “You owe me hearing the full piece, remember?”

“Yup, of course I do. I’ll find you again once I’m off. You see those trailers?” He points to the utility trailers behind the stage. “Be near those after. I’ll find you there.”

“Got it.”

“And, hey. Thanks for sticking around.” He says with the same genuineness he always carries. So gentle toned and sincere.

“You’re welcome,” is all you can manage. “Any friends of yours here?”

“All my friends were busy. I got my music buddies here, but--” a beat, “that’s different than having a pretty face on the crowd.” His first upfront compliment.

The warmth creeps back up your cheeks. Your hearts picks up again and you shift on your feet, the unexpected compliment throwing you off for a second too long.

He chuckles again, “I really am glad you’re here,” he says nudging you slightly with his shoulder.

“I can’t wait to see you up there. Break a leg,” you reply, inviting him in to cheers your cups together.

--

Not long after, you part ways and find yourself standing in the crowd. The band before Chanyeol wasn’t your style, and the longer you stand there the more you wonder why you’re putting up with the discomfort of being surrounded by sweaty bodies for a guy you recently met. But here you were, surrounded by sweaty bodies after a 5-hour shift that ended 2 hours ago, excited to see him get on stage.

You truly don’t know what to expect. Beyond the snippet he showed you by the river, you have no idea what his music actually sounds like. The backdrop projectors shift, swapping out the previous logo for the now familiar Hibi name. A few people around you clap and cheer.

“Wooo! Let’s go!” Someone shouts from behind you. You turn to find the voice. A few spots over, you catch the tail end of the conversation. “I saw him perform at an open mic last month. He is so hot and makes great music.”

Well, you could agree with at least the first half of that sentence.

The stagehands were setting up a pedal board in the middle of the stage, one you recognized as selling it to him some time ago. They clear the stage and the lights drop. In the dark, you can make a tall figure moving towards center stage, guitar in hand. The crowd begins to stir and cheer.

The back lights shine behind him, leaving him silhouetted with no discernible features. Just a man and his instrument. His foot comes down on the pedal, and a loop of bouncy, propulsive beats begin to build. The guitar joins, and after an 8-count, the lights flood in, and he’s off.

Suit up, I'm diving in | In a world full of villains | I knew I was crazy | Counter and strike, punch it up | Stop for a minute, minute, minute | I win them all |The confined world is too small for me

He’s rapping. The pure giddiness of realizing he not only produces and writes his own music, but that he opened his set with a rap-- it fills you with an unexpected joy. Who was this man? What couldn’t he do?

The song carries forward. He transitions seamlessly from delivering his lines, picking up his guitar for the chorus, all while expertly working the pedals to loop, stop, and cue in new segments of sound

After a perfect action | A sweet kiss ending | In a ruined dream | I'm falling, I'm just falling | Believe me (Believe me), this evening | Something I never even dreamed of |I reshoot the last scene (Reshoot) | Then I'm back again, I'm back again

The song ends. The crowd is alive with energy. You cheer along, not just out of support anymore but as an audience member genuinely caught up in the music.

He performs one more upbeat rock song. He handles the crowd with ease, and for this one, people around you actually sing along. So, the local scene really does know him.

Everything is upside down, I just want a life

 The chorus kicks in, the stage lights shift to red, and the kind, charming man you’ve been getting to know is entirely replaced by someone else. A performer that was assured and electric while showcasing his craft.

At the end of the song, he takes a breather.

“Thank you all for coming.” His voice is deep and full through the speakers. His eyes scan the crowd. “I prepared new music for tonight.” His eyes find you, and holds, “hope you enjoy it.”

He steps back to his spot. Pedal is hit. A vibrant sound begins forming. This was softer and brighter, jazz-leaning against the rock sounds he’s already shown.

No matter how much you smile | It doesn't matter | If it's not directed at me | I bet saying that will make you hate me | Still I'm sure | When an unexpected smile is directed at me | I'll forget everything | And stand before you | Smiling back at you

Despite the different language, the lyrics feel deliberate. He seems more focused on this one, something intangible coming through in every beat. At the chorus you realize this is the song he had shown you by the river.

Even as a new song, the crowd cheers it on. The story told by the music, closes out with a melodic sax. The composition leaves you almost speechless. Watching him up there, you know with certainty that is where he belongs.

He continues with his set. Song after song, you begin to understand his sound. Rock with pop influences, some songs had that J-Rock flare he’s been practicing. He balanced singing and rapping with an expertise that left the crowd excited. The set ends with everyone, including yourself, clapping and cheering him on.

“Thank you all, it’s been a pleasure”. His face is flushed, hair damp, but his eyes were filled with a spark.

The moment he turns toward the wings you push back through the mass of people and start making your way to the agreed-upon spot.

The event was dying down, with the remaining goers drifting toward the other stages to see the remaining artists. You wait by the fence surrounding the trailers, debating whether to text Chanyeol or just wait.

You hear your name be called. He is walking toward you, guitar case in one hand, bag on his shoulder.

Something close to euphoria takes over you when you see him. "You were amazing!" The words are out before you've thought them through, and your feet carry you into a hug before you've thought that through either. The suddenness of it makes him stumble back a step, catching himself with a hand on your back.

He laughs, a little surprised at the act. “I’m glad you liked it.”

You pull back, still feeling like you were buzzing. “You definitely sold yourself short. You’re amazing at what you do.”

“I don’t know about amazing, but I do love performing. It’s my favorite part about making music.”

“How often do you perform?”

“Not as often as I’d like. It’s hard keeping track of shows to apply for when I’m managing other people’s projects.” He readjusts the bag on his shoulder.

“Can I help you carry something?” You nod at the guitar case and the bag.

“Sure, let’s take these to my car”. He unshoulders his bag and hands it over. “Careful. The store I buy my stuff from has a strict return policy.”

You laugh. “Maybe I can call in a favor if something breaks.” You sling his truly heavy bag on your shoulder.

“Follow me. Let’s go to my car.” You fall into step with him, heading toward the parking lot.

“Well,” You turn to face him better as you walk, “I think you belong up there. I’m glad I stuck around to see you.”

“I liked seeing you in the crowd.” He says with a wink.

His music had left you feeling energized, and that energy was turning into bravery. “I liked seeing you perform.”

Your body wanted to get just a step closer to him. But you had to restrain that instinct.

A short distance away was his car. He fishes the keys from his pocket and the car chirps.

You help load everything into the back seat. He reaches into the bag you were holding and pulls out a fresh tee. Without much warning, he peels off the shirt he's been wearing and swaps it out. Logically, it was probably damp and uncomfortable. You, on the other hand, find a very interesting spot on the roof of the car to stare at.

He glances up and catches you looking away. A smirk forms on the side of his lips as he puts away the sweaty shirt. “Can I give you a ride home?”

Returning your eyes to him, you see him be lit by the the soft moonlight. "I was just going to get an Uber. I didn't bring my car."

“So?… Come on, I’ll give you a ride.” He nods his head to his car.

You agree and move toward the passenger side. “You keep doing favors for me.” You say after you’re both in.

“Maybe I like doing favors for you” He says, starting the car. “Where to?” You type your address into your text thread and send it to him. He opens it on the map. “Ah, I know the area.”

“You do?” You ask as he begins to back out.

“"Nope." He says so matter-of-factly you let out a laugh.

“You’re not like… a weirdo that’s going to stalk me now that you have my address, right?”

“Hell no. Stalking isn’t really my style.” You’re already moving toward the exit. “What about you? Are you some kind of weirdo?” He asks.

“Mmm. Probably not. Pretty normal person.”

“School?”

“Graduated. Couldn’t find a job in my field, so I've just been picking up jobs in the meantime. Hoping time helps takes the pressure off. How about you. School?”

“No school. I started getting contracted to mix for other people pretty early. Been working independently for over a decade.”

“You’re a hard worker.” You say, beyond an observation and state the fact.

“That, I am. Do you like your current job?”

“I do. The boss can be annoying, but yeah-- I do like it. You know, we actually got compliments on our vinyl display.” You say with a smile towards him.

“I’ll take my commission cash, please.” He jokes putting out an opened palm.

You laugh, “Next paycheck, I promise.”

He glances over, holding your eyes for a second before turning his eyes to the road with a soft smile. “When’s your next day off?”

“Now, actually, I got the next three days off.”

“Any plans?”

“Mmm, season two of this show I just started.”

He laughs. The conversation keeps moving like that-- easy and unhurried. At some point he reaches for his phone briefly and puts something on. Soft bossa nova fills the car, and outside the windows the city is dark and quiet. A small shiver runs through you.

“You’re cold?” He turns the AC down without waiting for an answer.

“A little.”

“Reach back. There’s a hoodie there. You can wear it.” He offers.

You reach behind you and find a large black hoodie. You pull it on and toy with the hem of the sleeves. Through the window, city lights blink past. The car reaches a red light and he stops. The car goes quiet for a few seconds. He was tapping softly on the steering wheel to the beat. Your feet were matching the beat. The car felt smaller than it did before. You look over to him to find him already with his head turned in your direction.

You don’t shy away. You hold his gaze and return a smile.

The light turns green and he begins to take the familiar turns near your place.

“Shit, it’s almost 1am.” You note finally realizing the time.

“Time flies in good company” he says, rounding the last corner before your building. He pulls up to the front. "Is here okay?"

“It’s perfect. Thanks”

You unbuckle your seatbelt. He stays where he is, left arm resting on the steering wheel, turned slightly toward you.

“Thanks for asking me to stay and hang out with you tonight.” You say.

“Thank you for saying yes.” A soft smile appears on his lips. Your eyes travel to them and you don’t care that they stayed there for a second more than they should.

Your heart is picking up again, but this time you weren’t going to let it win. “I’ll see you around?”

“You will. How about I text you?”

“Yeah.” Relieve calms your speedy heart. “Oh, here,” you move to pull his hoodie off.

“Keep it. Give it back next time I see you.” His eyes stay on you, “it looks good on you.”

You chuckle softly. “Okay, sounds good. Goodnight, thanks for the ride.”

You exit the car, and he waits until you're through the gate before pulling away. You head upstairs, the fabric loose and warm around you.

Your roommate is still on the couch when you open the door. “Hey, party girl. How was work?”

You don’t know where to begin.

Your phone buzzes in your hand.

“Sleep well 🌙 Talk tomorrow.”

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

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