#exo writer

And now, seeing his brand new comeback stage, smiling at his female dancers and moving along with their body rolls like he couldn’t stop himself from wanting them, I had had enough. How was it that they got to have him more than I did? Why didn’t he choose to date one of them instead? They were far more gorgeous than I could ever be!

Just as I blocked my phone and threw it out of sight, a very tired Baekhyun opened the bedroom door, placing his bag on the floor.

“Hey, love” His unanswered greeting made him frown, and with a sigh, he approached me from his side of the bed “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Had fun with your dancers?”

The confusion in his eyes was evident even for me, but I just could not care less at that point. He had to know why I was upset.

“What do you mean?”

“You seemed pretty happy in your stage today”

“I was” he nodded, still not getting the point “So what?”

“I guess you liked being with your dancers”

Realization hit him like a truck, but he just sat there, frozen in his spot. I had to look at him to make sure he was still awake because his stillness was starting to bother me. 

“I can’t believe you’re jealous”

One thing was to admit it to myself, but hearing it coming from Baekhyun was more embarrassing than I thought. Despite this, I was still mad and hurt. My feelings were real, and something had triggered them. He had triggered them.

“They are doing their job. I am doing my job” he turned to face me, surprise written all over his features, and I could not hold my tears any longer. He didn’t understand. He was too focused on his work to even notice how badly I was longing for him.

“I no longer feel you want me, Baekhyun” I mumbled, not caring about the tears that endlessly ran down my cheeks. He had to see my pain.

“That’s nonsense, y/n” he tried to hug me, but I didn’t let him. I couldn’t just allow him to embrace me and settle with it. Knowing myself, I was going to accept whatever lame excuse he gave if I was being held by his strong arms. “Please, let’s not argue this late”

“And when do you want to argue, then?” Standing up, I looked at him dead in the eye “When do you have time to even argue with me? You are too busy to realize how dead our relationship is, Baekhyun”

“You really think that’s where we are standing?” his hands gripped his hair, taking it out of his face in the process.

“Yes”

He prompted himself up off the bed and made his way around it to stand in front of me. “I have little saying on how much I work, or with whom I work. I wish it was easier, love. I wish I could be with you every waking hour, every day for the rest of our lives-”

“But there’s nothing you can or will do about it” I interrupted him, knowing that his saying it would wound me ten times more than admitting it myself. 

“That’s how it is, at least for now” he nodded, interlacing his fingers with mine in an attempt to gain me back. 

“You do realize that you spend more time with your dancers than you do with me?” I left his fingers gripping the air as I stepped back to retrieve my pillow. 

“So all of this is just because you’re jealous” he gave a bitter laugh and followed me with his eyes. 

“Read it as you like, Baekhyun.” As I was about to open the door of our room, he stopped me, screaming my name.

“You don’t have to be jealous. I love you and only you. I am sorry that you feel this way about us, but I really do not see how to make it better when the company presses me to do more and more each day.”

Although his struggles were to be expected, my own were too overwhelming and tangible to not let them cloud my judgment. I was upset. It felt like I was about to lose him — and that made my heart ache with grief as if had already happened. 

“That is not what I wanted to hear from you. At least not the last part”

“What do you want me to say then, huh?” When his tone rose, I knew I had to leave the room. He had become angry at me, and it was evident that we were getting nowhere that night.

“Sleep on it” 

Even though my back was never a problem for me, sleeping on the couch was starting to challenge that. No one had ever used it for those purposes, and being the first one to do it settled that it was not made for more than just sitting there for a couple of hours. Yawning my way out of the silky covers, I opened my eyes to see Baekhyun, sitting on the single sofa chair right next to where my feet had rested during the night. He was fast asleep, his head resting on his hand, elbow pressed onto the chair’s armrest. 

With a quick glance at the clock, I stood up and shook him awake “You’re late”

“Called in sick” he yawned, slowly opening his eyes. 

“Are you?” I raised an eyebrow, reaching out to touch his forehead.

“No” Taking my hand from his forehead to his cheek, he looked up from his seating position and kissed the back of my hand “Can we talk now?”

The emotions that had dissipated overnight reappeared, making my eyes fill with tears once again. I nodded. Baekhyun took my wrist and pushed me to sit on his lap, his arms around my waist as he slowly caressed my exposed skin with his thumbs. 

“I am truly sorry about yesterday, and all of the days I made you feel less important than you are. Truth is, it was the first time you showed jealousy and I didn’t know how to handle it. I just thought your emotions were leading your words and you were saying things to hurt my feelings as well. But I slept on it and…” A small laugh escaped my lips and I nodded to let him go on “and I saw where you were coming from.”

“We never see each other, Baek” I cried, emotions taking over once more.

“I was so focused on my work that it was enough having you waiting for me in bed every night. I am so sorry, my darling” Taking his hands from my hips to my cheeks, he wiped away the tears that kept rolling down “I am making some adjustments in my schedule and will make sure to spend more time with you every day of the week. I don’t care what the agency has to say about it. I am famous enough to set some boundaries without them dropping me from the label.”

“They need you more than you need them, baby” I giggled, feeling the contentedness filling my heart, once and for all. 

“You’re right” he smiled, cupping my face with his hands. “I love you”

“I love you” 

His lips met mine in what felt like years. We had not shared a meaningful kiss for a very long time, so I let myself enjoy it with every fiber of my being. 

Pecking my lips in between each word, he announced “I will take you on a date today”

“And what if they see us?” I frowned, combing his hair with my fingers. Oh my, how nice it felt to have him all for myself after such a long time. “You won’t look very sick if we’re out eating and goofing around. Your fans… I don’t know how they would react knowing you didn’t do your interviews but are kissing me instead”

“Are our disguises still in the closet?” he asked, making me chuckle. He truly thought he could fool them with those outfits.  

“You mean our trench coats, masks, and stylish beanies?”

“I prefer to call them disguises” he giggled, attacking my face with wet kisses.

It was supposed to be date night for the two of you, but the storm that had persistently settled outside forced you to cancel any reservations you had booked. It was never a problem for you and Baekhyun whenever things like that happened, because it was always easy to find something to do indoors and, with him, you knew there was no way it could not be fun. From cleaning to organize, it didn’t matter how dark it seemed to be outside or how much it rained, he lightened up any room and made any kind of chores actually enjoyable. But, once you had made up your mind to clean the entire kitchen, you found Tequila.

After dinner, you sit next to him on the couch, zapping through the foreign channels, no volume coming form the TV, as you two decided it was fun to guess what they were saying while pouring down the Tequila. At some point your stomach hurt from laughing so much. Baek decided it was time for you two to choose a character and, whenever each of your characters talked to each other, you had to down another shot. What you didn’t expect was that the character he chose and the character you chose were related and ended up having a full conversation. By your boyfriend’s seventh shot, as the character he chose started having what seemed like a monologue, he took of his shirt and shifted on the couch, facing you as you watched him amusingly changing the made up lines for that muted scene on the TV, to a feisty conversation directed to you and to how beautifully hot you looked in that moment. The blush in his cheeks had become prominent and you noticed his muscles tense as he gets closer to you, slurring his words as the alcohol started to go down on him. You were quick to change your expression as you watched him reach out for you gently leading you to where you were now.

Your vision was starting to get blurry and you could feel your body getting weaker. You feel him move under you, taking his feet up to press them against the couch, balancing his body. You blink rapidly, staring down at him, once you feel his hold getting firm on you, lifting you a little but just enough for him to start moving his hips against you. You could feel your heart beat faster each time he pushed deeper inside you, causing you to take your hands to hold onto his forearms, trying to balance your own body by that moment while he quickens his pace.

“Baek!” You plead, your voice coming out as a whine.

“Hmm.” He hums, his hips strongly pushing against yours.

You start gripping on the skin of his forearm, although your sweaty touch keeps slipping against his. You notice his neck muscles harden and he lets out a moan as if it was in ease. The feeling of arousal going up your spine, causing you to take one of your hands to his broad chest, trying to hold on as you feel your legs trying to force themselves shut. You moan loudly and he bites his lip, watching you orgasm. Baekhyun loosens his touch on your hips, his hands sliding up your back to hold you in place as he, himself, tries to sit to hold you close as you cum. Once he lets go of your hips, you close your eyes to the feeling of your wet clit against his crotch again. You unconsciously maintain the pace of your hips, using what’s left of your strength from your knees to keep jumping on him. You watch his sweaty chest come closer to you, the dim light of the TV contouring every detail of his muscles. You feel your mind spinning with both the alcohol from before and the intoxicated feeling of his sticky hands on the skin of your back. Your breathing intensifies as you frown desperately. Your hand goes up to his collar bone, making it harder for him to sit, since you start pressing your hips down on him repeatedly, rubbing your sensitive clit harder each time. You feel your legs giving up, trembling slowly.

“Ah!” You whine, throwing your head back abruptly as you feel the butterflies on your stomach grow.

Baekhyun spreads his fingers across your shoulder blades, pulling you against his chest but once your nipples touch his skin and you feel his wet lips against your neck, planting a sloppy peck against it, you gasp loudly for air, shutting your eyes and let your hand rub against his neck as you try to find something to hold onto. You grip his hair forcefully as your legs start to shake harder this time. You ride your orgasm as you roll your hips against his as you take yourself to the edge.

Baekhyun can’t hold you as your body gives in, all of the sudden, causing him to fall back and you, consequently, over him. You are forced to move your hips up, pulling him out of you, due to how sensitive you were.

You let your head fall defeatedly against his shoulder, your forehead almost like it was glued to it as you felt a few drops of sweat sliding down from temples down to your eyelashes. You blinked as fast as you breathed as you felt Baekhyun’s hands glissade down your spine, squeezing your skin once he reaches out for your butt cheeks. You hear him moan, his throat vibrating against your ear, as you feel him teasingly sneaking his fingers further until he slips one across your heated vaginal lips, causing you to instantly flinch. He lets out a laugh at your reaction, knowing damn well you were done. You smile against his skin, still trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” He asks you quietly, his voice almost cracking at how deep it had come out. 

“Hmm-mm.” You nod, pecking his skin messily, still out of breath.

Your chest is bumping against his, only because of different reasons. While you try to calm your heartbeat and steady your breathing, Baek starts feeling his heartbeat increasing, the air thicker for him as you feel him removing his hand from your core and under your leg, grabbing his own length, his tip teasingly stroking your slit as he eases himself against you.

“It took me the longest time to get my contacts and to even get their confidence afterwards and… and this ass sucker comes out of no where thinking.. no, she doesn’t even do that…” You roll your eyes and nod your head in denial. Sehun clears his throat quietly watching you put down the cloth on the kitchen counter and then turning back to him, proceeding with your reasoning. “… she considered, she even considered!” You clench your jaw at the thought of it and he shifts in his place, growing as impatient as you, just in a different way; a way he didn’t think would make him that uncomfortable but, for his own surprise, he was enjoying your story a little bit too much. “But for what though? What is she trying to prove? That she can do a job she should have done before when she was asked to, now that she realized she lost the promotion to me…?” You ask hypothetically.

You raise a brow at him, your eyes blinking slower as you stare at him blankly. The way you tilt your chin up confidently, like your job’s big promotion, that you worked so hard to get, is tattooed right across your forehead sends him an electrified feeling up his spine and he is forced to react.

“What did you say to her?” He asks quietly. His hand stops moving on his chin and across his neck and goes up to his lower lip, pinching on it nervously. He really wanted you to go on, not only because he wanted to push you, but he was actually listening to you too.

“To her?” You ask sarcastically. He nods, gulping silently. “Nothing. I went straight to my boss and told him everything.” You shrug.

“Oh…” He starts, blinking rapidly in confusion. “You were serious about it.” He says as if he is taking a mental note himself. 

You sigh in response and he adjusts himself against the counter. You stand up straight and look around uneasily, trying to find the words to explain it to him.

“Hun, you know I don’t do my job just for the money, I love what I do an-“

“Wait, baby, did you qui-“

“No, no, no!” You turn to him, nodding your head repeatedly. You notice his body, somehow, relax, as he stares at you. “It’s just that everything the others do wrong comes back at me and I didn’t fight for my position to take other people’s shit.” You frown, your shoulders rising at disbelief of your own self and what you had been going through at work in these past few months. “He knows that.” You nod, letting your attitude show again. Sehun is no longer leaning against the counter, instead, he is taking one step closer to you, his hands falling on each of his sides as he wets his lips. “What he didn’t know is that I am not going to be that quiet anymore.” Sehun’s mind starts racing, your words taking a different meaning in his own little dictionary. “I am done holding back and keeping it all to myself and still getting bit back by it, especially when I have nothing to do with other people’s ignorance and lack of common sense. It’s a small office for them to think this would even last long, but I don’t fucking care about what they think anymore. Mr Kye knows I’m right.” You state, adjusting your shoulders back as if the realization of what you had done earlier that day was finally coming down on you in that moment.

Sehun nods at each of your words and, within milliseconds, he is hovering you, one of his hands is trying to reach for you as his fingers snake around your waist to grab you. Your eyes widen at his sudden, yet unusual, response to your conversation and you consequently part your lips as you stare down at his covered torso now brushing against the fabric of your t-shirt.

“What is this… what are you doing?” Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his fingers pressing harder on your waist, causing your body to instantly move as they guide you closer to him.

“Hmm?” He hums quietly. You look up at him, forcing a frown on your face.

Sehun is smirking at you. You take one hand and place it over his chest, his heart race increasing at your touch while you try to push him back. He watches your clueless expression and how you try to harden your frown at him and lets out a chuckle. You start taking steps back but he follows right after you, his body almost glued to yours at that moment.

“Why are you coming so close?” Your voice comes out more like a breath and Sehun liked it too much. He wets his lips again when you lower your gaze to your hand, which is still against his chest. You can feel him breathing against your forehead as he speaks.

“I just love when you go from a big baby to fucking untouchable.” His words are harsh against your hair as he comes closer. You’re quick to respond.

“Hun, were you even listening to me?” You speak a bit firmer this time, your hand stronger against his chest as you try to push him away but he is quicker and, in a blink of an eye, he has you pinned against the kitchen counter. The sudden cold touch from the tiles against your lower back through your thin t-shirt makes you arch your back, causing your chest to bump into his. He takes it as an attempt for you to escape and holds your waist steadily with both his hands on each of your sides.

Sehun starts to lean down and you widen your eyes, feeling his breath now tickling your neck, pressing his forehead against your cheek as he speaks.

“Hmm-mm… yes baby.” You slide your hand up across his covered chest until your fingertips feel the warmth of his skin once you reach for the collar of his sweatshirt to grab it. “Every single word.” He completes his statement, answering you.

You close your eyes and harden your grip on the collar of his sweatshirt. You take your other hand up and place it against his belly, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. When one of his hands sneaks under your t-shirt and he starts moving it up your back slowly, your body responds rapidly, like always, and you feel a thrill go up your spine leading you to try and move away from his touch, only to press your chest harder against his. He takes advantage of the situation and holds you in place, letting his lips press against your neck, pecking its skin gently. You open your eyes once you feel his hot breath against your skin and try, once more, to push him away, now with both hands, but it’s no use. He notices your moves weakening at his touch and he continues, enjoying way to much how your words have started to not mach your body reaction to him.

“But then I realized I’m the one who gets to kiss that potty mouth of yours and I…” He exhales against your neck and then moves his head up slowly, to look at you, at the same time the hand, that was once placed on your waist, makes its way up your torso, brushing against your breasts intentionally before his fingers caress your chin. You open your eyes when you feel him move and look at him in the eyes as he continues. “…I suddenly want to have a taste of it.” His thumb is now sliding across your lower lip at the same time his fingers tickle the skin under your chin. 

You feel breathless and your mind was racing from the sudden change of behavior. You gasp quietly.

“Yeah we can do what you’re thinking but… uhm…” You stumble in your own words and watch a grin form on his lips. Your eyes try to capture every single one of his moves as if you were trying to hold back at some time, even though it was impossible. You ease your grip on the collar of his sweatshirt and he bites his lower lip when he feels you caressing his shoulder. “…later tonight.” You finish quietly.

“Why?” He breathes, leaning down. You move your head to the side and he pecks your cheek with a smile. “Why not now?” He asked, lips tickling your cheek at every single word. He keeps leaning down, leaving a trail of sloppy pecks down to your jaw.

“Because…” You start answering, moving your hand up from his belly to his bicep and doing the same with the other. You try to push him away, except, to him, it felt more like you are firmly holding onto him. “I promised to help Minji at her apartment today.”

You feel the vibrations from his chuckle go down your body and you let out a whimper. You instantly regret it and try to sneak away from his touch once he lifts his head from you.

“What a cute plan.” He jokes teasingly, smiling at you. You look up at him, not holding back your smile.

“Stop.” You say without meaning it.

You try to move to the side, but his body mirrors yours inevitably. The hand he had on your back, under your shirt, moves to your side and he starts caressing the bra frame with his thumb, right under your breasts, only to confirm you were wearing a rather thin bra. Wise choice Y/N.

You take your hands down from his forearms and try to remove his hands from you, but you fail and Sehun is already leaning down to press his lips against you. You nod your head stubbornly.

“But I can’t later tonight.” He excuses himself, his voice coming out more like a whine and you raise your eyebrows apologetically.

You keep taking a few steps to the side, following the edge of the kitchen counter along the wall and Sehun follows back, his hands never leaving your body, no matter where they were placed at this point. Once you reach the corner of the wall, you stop and he stands in front of you again, his waist moving slowly towards your tummy, just below your belly button, applying pressure against it for you to feel the growing bugle under his sweatpants. Your take your hands off of him rapidly and cross your arms over your chest once you notice him moving closer to you. He, consequently, takes his hands off of your waist and from under your shirt and reach out for your crossed arms, trying to force you to uncross them, but you fight back. He looks down at you, licking his lips before smirking. He is enjoying that too much.

“And why can’t you later tonight?” You ask, raising one eyebrow at him. He chuckles and ends up biting his bottom lip again. You’re making him impatient.

“I have stuff today.” He affirms, his fingers reaching out for your wrists, holding them gently.

“You have stuff…?” You’re both looking at each other in the eyes and he nods in response. He can’t hold back his smirk and keeps biting or licking his bottom lip. You know he is lying. You let out a breathy chuckle and fight back to keep your arms across your chest while he is still trying to remove them. “What stuff?” You ask quietly, trying to hold back your giggles from his desperate hands all over you and the clear lying expression his face holds. He knows he can’t lie to you, but he pushes it, anyway.

“I have to go help Chanyeol.” He nods as if he was trying to believe it himself. “He asked me.” He tries to perfect his lie, but it only gives you the confirmation of how fake that was. 

He hums and presses his waist against you again. You let out a gasp in response and lose some of your arm strength, giving him the opportunity to uncross them from your chest. He keeps holding your wrists, guiding your arms to where he wants them, finally pressing his chest against yours. You try to hide your smile, bitting the inside of your cheek as you move your head to the side when he leans in.

“Chanyeol, huh…?” You tease. He wraps your arms around his own waist and you hold onto his sweatshirt strongly at the same time you feel his lips against your jaw.

“Hmm-mm… at the studio.” He hums against your cheek, now moving his head to the side. 

You close your eyes for a brief moment, one of your hands moving to the side of his waist as he bumps it against you, this time more forcefully. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of arousal after sensing his boner way better this time. You grip the hem of his sweatshirt and feel one of his hands on your cheek, making you turn your face to him. You look at him in the eyes for a few seconds, but your gaze instantly goes down for you to look at his lips as they come closer to yours.

“So I can’t tonight.” He breathes, leaning in to kiss you but just as his lips brush against yours, you lean back. He mirrors you and keeps his gaze locked on your lips as they move further away from his. You watch his mouth pressing into a line and he clenches his jaw impatiently. You like what you see so you tease further.

“Yeah, but I have to go in a bit.” You breathe. You weren’t lying though.

“That’s why we have to do it now.” He states.

With that answer, his hand moves a little down from your cheek, to your neck to hold you in place as he bends over you. You feel his other arm wrap around your lower back to pull you closer and it gives you a second to close your eyes before his lips crash a little too harsh against yours.

You kiss him back and hear him hum against your mouth. Unwrapping your arms from around his waist, you move your hands up, one to hold the bicep that his around your waist, and the other holding his forearm firmly. You don’t try to push him away, because you know you don’t want to, but you try to keep him right where he is, before he starts pushing harder against you, already feeling the edge of the kitchen counter burn against your lower back, just below where his arm holds you. You know he would never intentionally hurt you or hold you too tight to the point it would hurt you, but you knew when Sehun got too into it, the moment would become so intoxicated that he would press his body so hard against yours until it was no longer physically possible to be so close to you. But still, he would try.

“Sehun.” You try to make him come to his senses, humming against his lips.

The kiss becomes heated, tongues already moving together. Your fingers dig deeper into his sweatshirt, still holding him in place. He feels is as if it is burning his skin under the clothing and takes his hand from the side of your neck to the back of it, his fingers tangled around your hair, kissing you faster. You moan and he moves away quickly. You look at him, your eyes lazy with the infatuation of the moment as you try to catch your breath. His chest also rises and falls rapidly as he tries to speak.

“You’re not walking to your bedroom so I’m taking you right here.” He says, breathlessly.

He unwraps his arm from around your lower back and you feel his fingers teasingly slipping under the waistband of your pants. You gasp at his touch and your eyes widen as you look at him.

“I’m not walking to my bedroom because the coat I’ll put on to leave is right there.” You hiss.

Your remove your hands from him, one of them holding his arm up so you detach his hold from your waist but he is quick to grab your wrists again, not letting you move. You look at him surprised by his quick response and part your lips innocently. He has a hard frown plastered in his face, his features hardening with the tension you’re making him feel. He keeps breathing heavily and stares down at you and you feel like his eyes undress you quicker than his touch can in that moment. You feel the heat increase in your body just by watching him stare at you. He feels your strength weakening under his touch and presses your arms against his chest as he leans closer, eyes landing on your lips, watching you bite down on them. 

“Save the attitude for Minji,” He breathes. “we both know you’re not untouchable with me.” He takes your arms up, loosening the touch on your wrists as he places your hands over his shoulders, moving closer to you. He doesn’t wait and leans in to kiss your neck slowly, each of his hands now caressing your sides. You take your hands from his shoulders to his neck, turning your forearms down, until your elbows are stiffly against his chest.

“Oh Sehun.” You try to warn him, but, besides your body, not even your voice matches your body language anymore and it comes out more as a whimper.

“Again.” He whispers against your neck, then kissing it up to your jawline. 

His hands are sliding down your sides again, to reach for the waistband of your pants. He feels your elbows pressing harder against his chest, your fingers slide up the back of his head, brushing against his hair and he presses his body against you again.

“That wasn’t a moan, you idiot, I was scold-“

He pushes away from your jawline and stands straight, looking at you. His hands go up to reach out for your elbows and gently push them up.

“Stop trying to fight back, I know you want it.” He cries, nodding his head while leaning in. 

His fingers brush against the back fo your arm, sliding down until his hands are again on your sides. You breathe out before he kisses you. You murmur something against his lips which he can’t understand but moans to it anyway. He gives you a few pecks and moves down through your jawline, until his warm breath is against your ear, pecking it slowly.

“You know I want it?” You moan, your arms already giving in, wrapping around his shoulders, giving him space to move closer to you.

“Hmm-mm…” One of his hands quickly find a way through your shirt and he is quick to start rubbing his fingers against your nipples over your see-through bra. He stops kissing your earlobe and you can only imagine his smile as you close your eyes and he whispers. “I could feel this through your t-shirt.”

He keeps moving his thumb in circles over your nipple and you pull him closer, arching your back to bump your hips into his and your arms wrapping stronger around his neck. Your lips find their way to his neck and you peck it repeatedly.

“Why are you lik-“

“Why am I like this?” He finishes your sentence as he pinches your nipple, causing you to hiss against the skin of his neck, clearly making him shiver.

He loosens his touch on you and his hands are quick to find its way to the waistband of your pants, but this time you lean your waist against his touch just as he sneaks his fingers under your panties. You remove your head from the crook of his neck and your foreheads bump against each other clumsily. You gasp, feeling his finger slid downpour clit to your entrance and then back up, spreading your wetness, repeating it over and over again, painfully slowly.

You move your hands up to the back of his head, caressing his hair. He leans closer and kisses your lips calmly. His palm is warm on your hip as he hold you in place once he stops his finger at your clit, rubbing gently up and down, pressing against it sending pleasurable shocks through your body, causing you to flinch a few times.

“Hun…” You moan against his mouth and he smiles in the kiss. You try to move your hips along with his touch, but he doesn’t let you.

One of your hands comes down to his neck, holding him close to you. You whimper again after he presses his finger down your clit, teasing your soaking entrance. He pulls away from the kiss, his nose rubbing yours.

“I know baby, I know.” He whispers. You keep your eyes close letting his words get the best of you.

You swear you can feel your body shaking with how quick he pulled down your pants along with your panties. You open your eyes widely, gasping as you feel him get on his knees so quick, your hands fall on his shoulders. You breathe out, feeling his arm wrap around under your leg, squeezing your bum. You stare down at him and watch him smirk at you, pulling you closer to his face with his palm pressed against your butt cheek. Your fingers are quick to grip around the back part of the collar of his sweatshirt when you feel his other hand sliding up your leg, to your inner thigh. He presses his elbow against the inside of your leg for you to part them a little more and winks at you just before pushing two fingers inside you, his thumb sliding up your slit to your clit, causing you to throwback your head, your hair falling around your shoulders.

He caresses your clit with his thumb before adjusting the others inside you. Your mind goes blank when you feel his thumb slide down again, causing your body to flinch again. He starts to move his fingers teasingly slow in and out of you and you moan in response. You feel his hot breath getting closer to your sensitive clit and before you know it, he is kissing it passionately, causing your, now, trembling hand to move up to his hair.

“Oh shhh-“ You breathe, not even being able to form a proper sentence when you feel his lips parting and his warm tongue licking up your throbbing clit.

You feel your legs weakening as he increases the pace of his fingers pumping into you, its sloppy sounds echoing in your mind, causing you to let go of the grip on the collar of his sweatshirt and harshly placing it on the edge of the kitchen counter, trying to balance yourself.

Sehun is attentive to your body language and takes his palm from your butt cheek, wrapping his arm around your leg, and placing it on your waist, holding your strongly as you give in to his touch. Your chest starts to rise and fall heavily and faster than before, your legs shakily closing as he presses hard circles against your clit with his tongue, his fingers moving deeper inside you. You moan breathlessly, already removing your hand from his hair, also taking it to the edge of the kitchen counter as you try to hold on. You feel your hips moving along with his tongue, shutting your eyes strongly. You move your head up and open your eyes slowly. You try to look down at him but your vision is completely blurry and your head is spinning really fast. You blink rapidly when he pecks your clit continuously and pumps his fingers in you harsher than before.

“Ahh!” You whimper, your sweaty palms sliding across the kitchen counter, causing your forearms to fall against it abruptly.

Sehun looks up at you as he slides his thumb across your slit, pressing it hard against your clit, but you don’t meet his eyes. You throw your head back again, shutting your eyes strongly as you feel a rush of adrenaline go up from your stomach  to your chest. Your heart starts to beat faster and he intensifies the pace of his touch on you. You feel your body flinch harder at each time he pushes inside you and your legs start to tremble so feverishly, that it gets harder for him to hold you in place. You feel his arm unwrap from around your leg as you reach your high.

“Babv..bvv…” You breathe louder, your words barely understandable as you bite your lip.

Sehun starts to stand up, his arm now going around your waist to hold you. You gasp when he removes his fingers from inside you, quickly pushing circles against your clit, your legs trembling painfully as you orgasm, arching your back at his touch but before he stands straight, you, oppositely start sliding down to the floor.

“Ooo, ooo!” He exclaims, hastily stopping his actions after you orgasmed, trying to hold you from falling on the floor. Your hands hold onto his arms, gripping his sweatshirt, as you breathe heavily.

Sehun lets out a giggle, getting back on his knees, not being able to prevent you from falling on the floor in time. His giggle turn into a high pitch laughter as you fall on your side on the floor. You can’t help but smile, your hand reaching out for something to hold onto as you fall on your side, ending up on the cold tiled floor. You try to sit back up, looking at him as he laughs. You roll your eyes at his teasing laughter and chuckle, nodding your head in disbelief yourself. He keeps on holding you with his arm still around your waist and takes the other hand up to his chin, cleaning some of your juices that might have slipped down on it. He takes advantage of your position and starts leaning down, smiling now, as he positions himself over you. You move, to get under him, your forearms now against the cold floor.

He licks his lips and his hands find their way to the waistband of your pants again, but this time he slips them off along with your house slippers, throwing them to the side. He keeps his eyes on you as you adjust yourself on the floor. You bite your lip as you watch him reaching for the collar of his sweatshirt to remove it.

“Take your shirt off.” He says with a smirk smirking, tilting his chin at you and then removes his own.

You smirk at how messy his hair gets once he slips his sweatshirt out of this body, throwing it away to where your pants landed. You try to sit up, but not completely to not literally sit on the floor, not only because it’s cold, but because it is obviously dirty somehow. Sehun starts getting in between your legs, his hands pushing his sweatpants down as he looks at you. He sees you struggle and takes one arm to reach for you, holding your smaller back so you don’t fall, using his other hand to rub against his growing length as he watches you strip your shirt. You let it fall on your side, your eyes instantly watching him slowly touch himself. He doesn’t bother to remove his sweatpants completely, not wanting to waste any time.

You place your hands on the floor again and look back up at him as he moves closer to you. He gives you a cheesy smile as he adjusts his position in between your legs, but not too close to give you want you want. You lick your lips as he looks down at your body.

“Bra.” He whispers and it is enough for you to quickly move your fingers on your back and unclasp it. You take the straps off through your arms and throw it back.

Sehun unwraps his arm from your lower back as you let your body lay on the floor, the heat of your body caused by this touch on you as his fingers hold your hips in place, excelling the coldness of the floor. Just as he is hovering your body, his head quickly moves up at your phone ringing on the kitchen counter. You take your hands to the back of his neck and he looks down at you as you pull him to you.

“Fuck you Minji.” You whisper and he smirks at you, letting out a small giggle at your comment.

He gives your hip a little squeeze before taking his hand from it, to place it on the floor right next to your head as he leans in. You feel his tip on your entrance and just as he pushes inside you, you close your eyes, lips parting as you let out a gasp which his lips are quick to catch, breathing you in.

Your thoughts vanish quickly once you hear his heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. You look up to watch him lazily walking towards you with a big smile. His hair is wet and, as he comes closer, you notice there are a few drops sliding down his naked torso, while he tries to adjust it with his hand; his other free hand quickly reaching out for you. You feel his fingers sneaking around your waist, his body hovering yours once he stands behind you. You smile, feeling his torso pressing against your back as he hugs you from behind.

“Do you need help?” He asks. His voice sounds soft, almost sleepy. You nod in denial.

“No babe, I’ll take care of it tonight.” You assure him, speaking quietly.

You feel him kiss the top of your head before his nose brushes against your hair, down to your neck, to place his head in the crook of your neck. You giggle, shrugging at how his nose tickles your skin so softy.

“Are you sure?” He hums against your neck, pecking its skin slowly.

“Hmm-mm.” You nod, smiling, taking the ingredients, that are in front of you, in your hand and start cutting a few and season the others.

His arms hold you firmly, tucking the t-shirt you have on, causing its wide collar go lower, exposing a bit of your shoulder and your collar bones. You feel his lips move slowly to the side, now pecking your shoulder. You let out a small chuckle at the feeling, causing him to smile against your skin, which is easy to tell, even though you don’t take your eyes off of what you are doing. Chanyeol breathes in, his chest rising and falling against your upper back, and crosses his arms over your stomach as he holds you. You feel his cheek rest against your shoulder, his breath on the skin of your neck assuring you he has his lips parted, probably in a pout.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Yep, it was definitely a pout. You rise your shoulder as if you are shaking his head away, causing him to raise his head, and look at him in the eyes. You part your lips to talk only to be interrupted by a cheesy peck. You smile and roll your eyes. “What?” He whines. You know he can’t stand still, not even for a second, but you also promised him you would cook the recipe you had to cry for, to a chef, at one restaurant you went on the first day of your vacation.

“Go pick a movie for us to watch later.” You tell him, but he always has an answer on the tip of his tongue.

“I don’t want to watch movies, I want to watch you.”

You stare at him, biting the inside of your cheek, watching his messy hair sway as he moves his head to the side, giving you the cheekiest smile. You let out a chuckle, looking down afraid you’re going to give in just too easily if he kept giving you that look. He knows too well, so he lowers his head again, pecking your shoulders, up to your neck as you try your hardest to concentrate on what you are doing, before you cut a finger instead of a pepper.

“Hmm…” He breathes. “…you smell so good.” He hums against your skin. He isn’t leaving a trail of pecks on your skin anymore, instead, he has his nose against your hair, just over your ear as his lips brush on it while he speaks. It tickles on your skin, but you don’t think it further, since you know there is nothing but tenderness in his attitude.

“I just showered you idiot.” You giggle, earring a chuckle from him, causing your body to shift against his. He adjusts his arms around you and you press your back comfortably against his torso.

“I know…” He says almost in a whisper, kissing your temple softly. He looks down at your hands as he watches you prepare the dinner. You feel the wet ends of his hair brushing against your ear once he leans in again, now resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“It’s the lotion you use. It smells really good.” He compliments you.

“Thank you.” Your voice comes out almost childishly. You smile like the spoiled girlfriend you are, because you know your lotion has a very common fruit sent and it is not at all special. “I didn’t know you like it.”

“Hmm.” He hums, nodding against your shoulder, his chin pressing against your skin as he spoke. “ I love it…” He pauses, his eyes always following your hands, watching you attentively. “… but only on you. It smells so much better on you.” He remarks.

You chuckle at his words, giving him a small thank you. You feel your cheeks burning but you aren’t sure if it is because he still manages to make you blush after so much time together, or because you can’t stop smiling.

You extend your arm to get some condiments for the meat, and he consequently lifts his chin from your shoulder, not to put so much weigh on it as you move. He stands straight, uncrossing his arms from over your stomach, slowly letting go of your waist. He lets his arms fall on each of his sides, watching you slice the meat now. You can hear and feel him breathing calmly, the air hitting your shoulder’s bare skin.

It doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again. First, you feel his torso press firmly against your back again, his fingers coming to notice after as he slides them through your forearm, quickly reaching for your hand, his long fingers caressing your thumb, wrapping his hands over yours, one around the knife and the other trying to take your hand’s place to hold the meat.

“Chanyeol.” You warn. He lets out a small chuckle against the back of your head.

“Wha-a..” He laughs as you try to push him back with your shoulders, only to fail completely, since he is obviously stronger than you and resists easily. You give up trying to push him back and start moving your arms, shaking his hands away from you. You start to giggle, your body language failing your tone when you try to scold him.

You drop the knife and let go of the food, taking a few steps back, which he mirrors, walking backwards as if your back is glued to his chest.

“Stooop!” You whine. He lets out a giggle, extending his arms trying to reach for the counter, but you quickly hold him back. You turn around, facing him. You press your body against his, forcefully pushing him back. You succeed, getting him to take a few steps back, but he is still trying to fight back and walk around you. His giggles are precious and you know he is trying to push your buttons and also enjoying it, as always. You take your hands up and place them on his bare chest, trying to ignore the feeling of his muscles tensing under your touch, and start pushing him away. “Go sit down!” You try to warn him, but have to turn around, not being able to contain your smile as he keeps chuckling, obviously appreciating your whines a bit too much.

“I want to help you!” He tries to excuse himself. Of course he does. He always has to be doing something, it is inevitable and sometimes even annoying, because so do you.

“No!” You insist. You extended your arm as you turn your back at him again, walking to one of the kitchen cabinets to get the pan. “If you touch that food I will shank you.” You tease.

You feel his hand on your back, gripping the t-shirt, trying to hold you back, but you keep walking. You hear him mutter something you can’t understand along with his footsteps as he follows you around the kitchen. You bite your lip, trying to hold back your laughter. You stop by the kitchen cabinet, opening it, looking for what you needed. You can feel him standing beside you, still not letting go of the t-shirt you have on and once you think you have shut him up, he teases you further.

“But I do it so much better…” He watches you turn your head to the side to face him. He can’t help but smile once you raise your eyebrows at him. You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh. There is no way someone can have the energy to be that annoying after a day of swimming and walking around under the sun. You stand up straight, turning to him, already raising your hand to point a finger at him and answer back, but he is quick to pull you by the fabric of the t-shirt, taking a few steps closer to you, giggling as you speak.

“You just earned yourself fr…” You try to speak but his arms are quickly around you, only giving you time to turn your back at him again, failing to escape. Your fingers sneak around the forearm he has wrapped across your chest, trying to detach his hold from your skin, quickly feeling his other arm wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest again. Chanyeol’s giggles suddenly grow into a laugh at your words. “… free nights on the cou…” You can’t finish your sentence, his fingers tickling your skin make you throw your head back in laughter. He leans down, laughing at how you shift under his touch, still trying to escape.

“You’re…” He tries to answer back, not being able to control his giggles either, feeling your body brush against his as you desperately try to move away from him. “… baby…” He chuckled.”… s..stop!” He giggles, leaning his head down. You can feel his giggles close to your ear and his arms holding you firmly while he keeps tickling you. You let out a desperate cry in between your laughter once you feel his teeth against the skin of your neck as he nibbles it playfully.

His fingers find your unsteady ones as soon as your nails brush against his arms, holding you back from moving his touch away from your body.

“Yeol!” You cry as you feel his playful nibbles go down your neck and to your shoulder, his hair now tickling you as you breathlessly laugh.