#exo writings

“I know I know, Its a bad habit really. I just can never focus, I have no self discipline, I need help.” Sofia sighs pouting, resting her head on her hand.

“You know you could’ve asked me sooner! Id love to help you study, this is your education we’re talking about Sofia. This is college not high school anymore. We can’t get away with just a barely passing grade. You can ask me for tutoring anytime.” You smile watching her turn her gaze to you, a smile forming on her face.

“God you sound like my dad, I bet if you both met you’d be best friends.” She scowls hitting your arm lightly.

You raise a brow at her, “Isn’t it crazy I’ve never met your dad before? After how many years of being friends?”

“Wow you’re right, it’s never crossed my mind to introduce you two. He’s always been out or busy with work when you would come over. I mean he’ll be home this evening now that he’s working from home. We could have study date and watch Netflix afterwards.” Sofia latches onto your arm making kissy faces at you teasingly.

“Sounds like a date then.” You roll your eyes at her childishness. “I need to pick up my textbooks and shower before then.”

“That’ll be fine, i'll have time to clean up my messy room, you’ll never catch me lacking.” Sofia says pointing a finger at you.

You push her finger back to her personal bubble, “Alright mr. clean, i’ll see you later.”

“See ya Y/n.” She smiles giving you a half hug.

You pack your textbooks in your backpack, you were curious to what Sofia’s father would be like. You rubbed lotion on your legs and arms, freshly out of the shower. You desperately needed it after being in the cold, drying your skin. You threw on a pair of comfy shorts and a long sleeved shirt. You didn’t want to get too hot inside incase the heat was on. After slipping on your shoes and locking your front door you text Sofia you’re on the way home.

“Drive safe, xo” She replied.

You rolled your eyes at how she always cared for you and treated you like her girlfriend. Your close friendship made a lot of people on campus believe you two were girlfriends, It made you and Sofia laugh so hard your stomachs hurt. Good times.

You soon pulled into Sofia’s driveway to see her car and a black Audi parked beside each other. You raised your eyebrow, you knew Sofia’s dad was wealthy but you didn’t expect him to drive such a nice car. You exited your car carrying your backpack to the door, ringing the doorbell once. The door opened after a few seconds revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. Your brain went blank as he spoke. “Hello, you must be Y/n?” He smiles at you greeting you friendly.

You could only nod, unprepared to speak.

“Welcome in, Sofia is in the shower. She mentioned something about cleaning her room before you got here.” The man says as he allows you inside his hand on the small of your back guiding you to the living room. You stiffly walked dumbfounded, Sofia was always one to do things at the last moment, this is the worst time she could’ve chosen to do so.

“So Y/n, Sofia told me you were offering to help her study?” Sofia’s dad asks standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. He walked toward the kitchen to the sink filling a cup of water.

“Y-Yes” You clear your throat before continuing. “She confessed she never studied for her midterms, I don’t want her to fail her classes it’s too important.” You say all in one breath you feel like you need to take the biggest gulp of air.

“Yes, she always puts things off till the last possible moment.” He says bringing the glasses into the living room, sitting them down on the table in front of the couches. “Here’s a drink, come sit. Sofia will probably be a moment, knowing she runs on a schedule of her own.” The man rolls his eyes at his daughters thought process.

You nervously make your way to the couch, sitting across from him, you put your bag next to you, it sinking into the couch from its weight.

“God, what do you have in there, bricks?” He gestures to your backpack.

You look between him and your bag before you speak “Oh, I brought my books along with a few drinks. I didn’t want to make studying boring…” You trailed off, not wanting to hear how more stupid you would sound.

“Drinks? Well let me see then.” He has an amused look on his face.

Your eyes widened a bit, you didn’t ask really if you could drink in his house, so disrespectful of you. “Im so sorry, is it okay to drink here, Mr…” You didn’t know his name, you would feel awkward calling him Sofia’s dad. “Byun.”

“Mr.Byun.”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“You asked me a question, my answer is yes.” Mr. Byun has an even more amused expression covering his face, an eyebrow raised in your direction. “Have you been drinking already dear?”

You’re so embarrassed, your first impression in front of Sofia’s dad is going to shit. You’re to nervous to speak correctly or even keep up with the conversation.

“N-no! It’s only wine I-“

“Y/n, it’s okay, I was only joking.” He laughs taking a sip of his drink before standing up. He walks over standing in front of you, pulling the drink out of your backpack. He reads over the bottle before looking to you, “Not a bad choice.”

“Y/n!” You hear Sofia’s voice and you turn your head to find her in her pajamas. She see your cheeks are red and runs over to you placing her hand on your forehead. “Are you getting too hot? Do I need to turn the air on for you? You’re wearing a long sleeve maybe that’s why.”

“Is it too hot in here?” Mr. Byun asks, and eyebrow raised at you. His voice was low.

“Y/n get’s warm easily, she hates wearing coats, even when it's freezing she will refuse.” Sofia huffs, taking your hand and pulling you with her. “Come, i'll lend you a shirt.”

Sofia gives you one of her night shirts, it almost covers your shorts you feel more comfortable away from whatever scene that was in the living room. You wanted to disappear instantly in front of her father.

“Feel better?” Sofia smiles.

You nod.

“Alright, let’s get this shit over with I despise studying.” She groans pulling out her textbooks and highlighters.

“Let’s begin, it’s probably going to be a long night.”

“Ugh.. I need a break.” Sofia whines for the tenth time. “No Sofia, self discipline remember?” You scold her tapping your highlighter on her book. “We aren’t even studying the hard subjects, this is the more simple material.” You try to encourage her.

She whines again, “Fine.. But we need a snack break at least.” She tries to convince you. You’re also getting hungry so you agree.

“But after that right back to studying.” You point at her.

“Yeah yeah, mama’s hungry.” She brushes you off before making her way to the kitchen. You follow her reluctantly.

The kitchen was lit up by the light from the t.v in the living room. Baekhyun was watching some sort of show, you’d never seen it before.

Sofia looked through the freezer grabbing a popsicle, “Want one?” You nod, it could cool you off even more. You become excited when Sofia hands you an orange popsicle.

You open the wrapper and begin to taste it, “Hmm, it has cream in the middle too?” You ask, and Sofia nods. These were the best, especially the middle.

Sofia wonders into the living room staring at the t.v as well. “Is this the show we’re supposed to be watching together?” She gasps, hitting her dad’s shoulder.

“Yes, I didn’t feel like waiting Im so hooked I need to know what happens.” He says turning around to face Sofia.

Sofia pouts, “Well Im not going to let you watch it without me.” She says plopping on to the couch. “Come over here Y/n.” She pats the seat between her and her father. You mentally screamed at Sofia wanting to rip her throat out. This was supposed to be you both studying not watching a t.v show with her fine dad.

“You can sit between us.” Mr. Byun smiled, scooting over to give you more space.

You sat down sinking into the couch, wanting it to swallow you from this scene. “Oh are those good?” You hear Mr.Byun ask, referring to the popsicle you were eating.

“Yeah, the middle is the best part though.” You say before eating some of it again, it really was the best flavor combo in a popsicle.

“Oh really.” Was all he replied before putting his focus on the t.v.

The show was actually very interesting, it was a horror slash thriller show on Netflix. You were kind of hooked to the screen, forgetting all about studying. There was a stinging feeling on the side of your head as if you were being stared at. You didn’t want to look to find Mr. Byun looking at you. But you quickly glanced anyways, seeing his head resting on his hand, staring up at the t.v. He turned his head to catch you looking. He flashed a small smile, his dark hair pushed back out of his face. He was unbelievably good looking, so good looking you didn’t want to be perceived by such a man. You were too into the screen to notice his knee touching yours when he shifted in his seat. Your face became warm, you hated being suffocating in thick fabric but right now all you wanted to be was covered. You were too scared of being rude and moving your leg so you sat still as a statue the rest of the show.

“Wow. That episode was such dog shit.” Sofia said, standing up and stretching, “Im going to the bathroom, i’ll be right back.”

You died once more. Why does she keep putting you in these awkward situations.

“I can practically hear your heart beating, Y/n.” Mr. Byun comments, looking over at your frozen form. He could see the goosebumps on your skin. He noticed your nervousness ever since you’d stepped into the house. He found it very entertaining.

“I-i-“ You mentally facepalmed.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, I’m just Sofia’s dad I’m not interviewing you for a corporate job or something.” He laughs, placing a hand on your leg. “What’s got you so nervous?”

You definitely couldn’t tell him it was because he looked like a dilf. You opted to lie. “Im not sure, maybe it’s just the weather.” You cough. Ignoring his hand on your knee.

“Hmm, the weather affects you this much?” He asks, watching your eyes dart around the room and not at him.

“Yes.” You answer.

“Are you cold?”

“Yes.” You lie.

“Here.” He slips off his cardigan and places it over your legs. “You must be freezing, with goosebumps on your legs.” He smiles.

Your cheeks redden at the gesture. When was Sofia coming back?

“So what it is that you study Y/n?” Mr. Byun leans forward resting his head on his hand.

“I uh-Im an Art major.” You answer trying to find confidence in this conversation, being this much of a wreck was going to make you look stupid.

“Oh really? That must be hard but a lot of fun at the same time. I took at least one art class in college. My teacher didn’t think I would make anything of it because I, to put it bluntly, sucked. I would have to sell my body before I could sell my art.”

His comment made you double over laughing, your hand covering your mouth. “Im so sorry, that’s such a mean thing to say.”

“She was right though, I ended up becoming an engineer major. She knew I wasn't going far in that class.” He joked some more, laughing himself.

“Art is for your own interpretation, there is not one right way to create it.” You say, playing with the loos thread on the cardigan. “It’s not right to tell someone they ‘won’t make something out of it’.”

Mr. Byun looks at you for a moment, you’re finally looking at him. He smiles, “See.” He says “I told you, you had nothing to be nervous about. We’re having a perfectly normal conversation.” He squeezes you knee, before letting it go.

A small smile finds its way on your lips and you blush, preying he can’t see it.

“Ugh. Im too tired to study, we should just have a sleep over and study tomorrow.” Sofia whines, walking back into the living room. “How about it?”

You look at her and she’s using those pleading eyes, that are so scarily similar to her father’s. Now that you’ve met him.

“Fine, I guess.” You roll your eyes, her childishness never ceases to amaze you.

Sofia let you use their guest room, which had a t.v you hated sleeping without any noise. You soon fell asleep after your head hit the pillow, the light from the t.v lighting the room lowly.

You woke up with a dry throat, needing water. You sat up from the bed before making your way to the kitchen. You dragged yourself to the cupboard to find a glass. The only glass of course was on a shelf too high for you to reach. You sighed and reached for it, barely grazing it. A hand reached up and grabbed the glass, causing you to gasp scared to turn around.

“You’re up late.”

Of course it was him. You slowly turned to face Mr. Byun, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes squinting from waking up. His gray t-shirt hanging from his shoulders along with his black sweatpants, he looked like an ordinary man. He looked absolutely delicious.

“Yeah I got thirsty..” You explain looking from him to the glass in his hand.

“I actually came for the same reason. My throat felt dry.” He laughed lowly, you felt it in your stomach. “Sorry the shelves were built high.” He apologizes, his voice deep from sleep. He grabs another glass and fills them both with water before handing you a glass.

“Thanks.” You mumble, taking a sip. It felt nice going down your dry throat.

“I thought you got warm fast?” Mr. Byun gestures to his cardigan you accidentally took to the guest room and actually was wearing. “It must be cold.”

You forgotten where it came from, “I didn’t actually mean to keep it i'm sorry.” You begin to take off the sweater before he stops you.

“It’s okay, you can wear it. Don’t catch a cold.” He smiles, pulling the cardigan back onto your shoulder.

You thank him again, trying to finish your water asap so you didn’t have to be in front of this gorgeous man.

“You’ll choke drinking that fast.” Mr. Byun raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, really thirsty.” You try to play it off, forcing a laugh.

“Y/n.”

“Yes sir?”

Mr. Byun furrowed his brows at you, taken a back by your choice of words. “Y-you don’t have to answer like that.”

“Oh, okay.” You’re oblivious to the affect you have on him.

“Why are you always nervous?” He asks once again. “Your body language is always off. It’s strange, I just want to know what’s bothering you.”

“Im not sure I can answer that question.” You whispered to yourself. But he heard you.

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean we’re all familiar with each other at least.” He smiles down at you, your heart skips a beat almost putting you out.

“I genuinely don’t think it is a good idea to tell you.” You say timidly, “It’s inappropriate.”

“I understand.” Mr. Byun sighs, “Whenever you’re comfortable you can tell me.” His smile appears again. “Well, sweet dreams again Y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

Sofia noticed your weird behavior the next day, you were distracted while studying. She would ask you a question and you would stare blankly at your textbook unresponsive.

“Y/n.” Sofia snapped her fingers in your face.

You jolted, looking toward her direction. “I'm sorry.”

“This is the fifth time, what is up with you?” Sofia sounded genuinely concerned she’s never seen you like this before. “You keep zoning out, staring at your books. Is there something wrong, do you need to talk?”

You thought about it for a second before shaking your head. “No I’m good, just a little tired I guess. I didn’t sleep that well.” You tried even convincing yourself.

“Hm, okay but if you’re too tired to study we can quit for now and go watch a show in the living room with my dad.” She offered.

“No!” You blurted out too fast, “I mean no I’m good, we really need to study midterms are in two weeks. Don’t you want to pass these?” You tried to save yourself.

“You’re right, I’m just so bored of reading ughh.” Sofia groaned before leaning back on her hands. You inspected her face, it was so crazy how she took after her father.

“You’ll be fine, we’re almost done-“

“Really!”

“With this chapter.” You glared at her as she groaned once more. “Sofia this is the work you put in for college.”

“Fine fine, okay.”

You both read through your highlighted textbooks taking notes in your notebooks. Sofia would asks questions about a certain subject and you would try to answer to the best of your abilities. After about two hours, Sofia ended up drifting off to sleep, drooling on her books. You shook your head before standing up and putting away both of your studying materials. You scrolled through your phone, feeling sleeping as well, trying to fight the tiredness. You also ended up closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.

“Hey, Y/n.” You felt a hand gently shake your shoulder, and a voice calling out to you. You opened your eyes, looking up to see Mr. Byun. He put his finger over his lips as if to tell you keep quiet. “Follow me.”

You furrowed your brows, he offered you a hand helping you stand up before leading you outside Sofia’s room. “Is everything alright?” You ask once outside the room. “Did anything happen-“ You’re cut off by Mr. Byun coming closer to you.

“You don’t have to play coy with me Y/n.”

“Excuse me?” You’re taken back as to what he is referring to. “Im confused.”

“I know how you see me. Why you’re nervous around me. I don’t want you to feel that way, so I thought maybe addressing it this way would make you less nervous.” Mr. Byun looks you in your eyes with his hands in his pockets.

“I-I how did you know?” Was all you could muster, your face grew red and your words stuttering.

“I could sense the tension between us grow whenever we were alone. You know when people get nervous in front of their crush and they start acting exactly how you are right now?” He’s smiling. Smiling..

“Im sorry, I understand it’s inappropriate-“

“You don’t have to apologize Y/n. Those type of feelings are normal..” He steps closer before hovering by your ear, “I never said your feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

You felt goosebumps cover your arms and chills shoot up your back. “W-what?” Your eyes staring directly in his, scared of his reply.

“Y/n how blunt do you want me to be.” He laughs, he takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to face him clearly. “I like you too.”

Your eyes are wide and you’re afraid you’re shaking with how overwhelmed you feel right now. “I feel like i’m going to pass out-“ You manage to say before you almost fall to the ground fainting.

You gained consciousness waking up to see Mr. Byun and Sofia sitting on the edge of the bed you were in. “Y/n!” Sofia exclaims.

“You’re awake.” You hear Mr. Byun say.

“You passed out earlier are you okay?” Sofia holds your hand poking out her bottom lip at you.

You almost forget you know how to speak, “I'm fine, i'm fine.” You assure her.

“You must have been tired and hungry, so you just fainted.” She says rubbing her hand over your forehead. “We should have lunch now.” She says looking toward her dad.

Mr. Byun nods, “What would you girls like?” “Let’s order pizza.” Sofia pleads, if you never knew a foodie before you do now. “I’ve been craving it all week.”

“That’s fine with me, Y/n are you okay?” Mr. Byun asks, smiling down at you.

You nod, unable to make eye contact with him without turning red.

“Alright, I’ll go make a call.” He says before exiting the room.

Sofia’s scrolling through her phone before she groans, “Ugh I need to run to the school in a bit. I need to pick up some of my books I left.”

You sit up, rubbing your head feeling a headache coming on from being hungry. “You’re always forgetful.”

“Yeah yeah, I know… Later we need to finish that show we were watching last night. I really want to end it so I can start something else.” She shuts off her phone before standing up, offering you a hand. You take it, following her downstairs to the living room. Mr.Byun was on the phone in the kitchen, his hand on his hip with his backside toward you.

“Dad, I have to go pick up my books from class. I’ll be back in 15 minutes tops.” Sofia says as you plop down on the couch in the living room, gluing your eyes to the screen.

“While you’re at it you could swing by the pizza place and pick it up for us hm?” He says walking back into the living room.

“Sure thing.” Sofia says slipping on her shoes and grabbing her keys from the table by the door. “Be back in 30 then.” She jokes, before closing the door behind her.

“Are you okay?” You hear Mr. Byun say, the tone in his voice was concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine, Mr. By-“

“Baekhyun.”

“Huh?”

“Just call me Baekhyun, calling me by my last name while we’re alone is too formal.” He says, standing behind the couch you were sitting in.

“Oh okay, Baekhyun.” You test his name on your tongue. Even his name is handsome, fitting for such a man.

“Listen… About earlier, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. You could have seriously hurt your head if you would have fallen.” Baekhyun sounds sad to you, it makes you turn around to see him standing behind you.

“It’s okay..” You say shyly thinking about how Baekhyun confessed to you in the hallway outside of his own daughters room. Such a weird thing to think about, if you and Baekhyun actually dated you would be Sofia’s step mom. You wanted to spit out laughing. You? A mom? No way. Let alone dating your friends dad.

“I kind of enjoyed it.” Baekhyun says “Holding you in my arms.”

You can feel your cheeks begin to heat up. “I can’t tell if I’m dreaming.” You whisper to yourself, turning around to pinch your arm. It doesn’t work so you pinch your thigh. You’re still here in Baekhyun’s house.

“What are you doing Y/n?” Baekhyun leans over you, looking down.

“It’s so hard to speak to you.” You confess, “You make me too nervous to even keep up a conversation worth anything.”

Baekhyun is surprised, this is the most you’ve spoken since you came into his house. “I think you’re doing a great job right now.” He rests a hand on your shoulder before he begins to play with your hair.

You feel chills run down your back at his touch. You’ve never been with a man before, never had a boyfriend, only flings with some college guys. Being touched like this is something foreign to you. The feeling of Baekhyun’s hands playing with your hair soothe you enough to calm your nerves. Your body lessens its tense state and you feel more comfortable, not seeing Baekhyun’s handsome face in front of you.

“Feel better?” Baekhyun asks, his voice quiet enough not to scare you. He wants to see you open up to him, and he’s okay with waiting.

You nod, in the silence between you two, your stomach growls. You mentally facepalm, you were so hungry.

“Aww that was cute.” Baekhyun laughs, “Come here you need to eat a snack or something till Sofia comes back.” He leads you to the kitchen, opening their pantry. “Hmm…we have cheez its? I could make you a bowl of granola and yogurt. It’s simple enough for your empty stomach.” He looks back at you over his shoulder.

You nod, not caring what you ate, you just wanted food. Baekhyun smiles before searching for a bowl, emptying a cup of yogurt into the bowl before pouring granola over the top, he stuck a spoon in the bowl and offered it to you. You take it, and scoop a spoonful into your mouth. Your stomach growls again and you frown at it embarrassing you again.

“How are you so cute.” Baekhyun’s leaning on the counter, leaning his chin on his hand.

You chew slowly, just staring at him. What should you even say? You’re always at loss for a response when it comes to him. “Thanks for feeding me.” You sit on the stool at the island, enjoying the snack.

Baekhyun watches you eat, until you finish, a smile on his face. He doesn’t know why he’s even smiling, maybe its the fact he’s feeding you and you’re enjoying it. The intimacy of making something for someone interested Baekhyun.

“You’re welcome.” Baekhyun says taking your dishes and washing them in the sink.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You ask Baekhyun, who’s back is to you.

“What’s weird?”

“That we like each other.”

Baekhyun lets a smile spread across his lips again. “Yes, very. You’re a bit younger than me, but also my daughters friend. I would be delusional to think this wasn’t strange.” He laughs, setting the dishes on a rack to dry. He takes a cloth to dry his hands, turning around to face you again.

“What do you like about me?” You rest your head on your hand, interested in his response.

Baekhyun walks closer, staring into your eyes curiously. “You have such a beautiful voice. You barely let me hear it but it is soothing. Your eyes are sweet and look very full of life. I liked the combination I guess.” He says, smiling when he sees your eyes struggle to keep eye contact.

“That was sweet of you.” You clear your throat, Baekhyun was so close you could feel his body heat radiate off of him. “I thought you were very handsome… then finding out you were also funny.”

Baekhyun chuckles, “You’re very kind, thank you.” He quiets for a second, looking down at your hands in your lap. He shakes his head again, before giving you space and walking off into the living room. His head is filled with the sound of your voice saying his name. How could this be when you two have only known each other for less than 24 hours. He was absolutely crazy about getting to know you and see the real you. Not the you that was too afraid of him to speak.

You watch as Baekhyun walks off, watching his backside. His broad shoulders were defined by his thin gray t-shirt. He was such an attractive man. You couldn’t wrap your head around how attractive he was. The way he walks, his speech and wording, the smiles he shows you, his voice. His voice was heavenly, the perfect tone.

“There must be something on your mind?” You ask, spinning around on the stool to watch him, your eyes scanning his back.

“Hm, you could say that.” Baekhyun teases.

“You’re pacing the living room, you must be thinking about something.”

“If I tell you what do I get in return for such secrete information?” He stops walking, his hands slide into his pockets.

You furrow your brows, secrete? Would he tell you something personal? “I…i’ll give you a kiss.” You say quietly.

Baekhyun heard you though, he turns around, seeing your figure sitting uncomfortably on the island stool. “Come here.” He beckons you with a slender finger.

You slide off the stool, your feet landing on the ground. You walk towards Baekhyun, stopping a foot away from him, unsure. “Yes?”

“You want to know what Im thinking about?” He looks down at you.

You nod slowly.

Baekhyun comes close, leaning down beside your ear. “You.”

“One of the actors that dresses up for the kids exhibit?” - It doesn’t make sense since it’s far too late for them to be getting off work. “A part timer?” There weren’t any newbies that he remembered to resemble your appearance.

Carefully controlling your movements and sounds, you successfully make it a few feet away from the door, unbeknownst that Sehun’s eyes were glued to you. He knows that no one would enter the library and leave without a book or record in their hands. You simply held the fabrics of your dress, clutching tightly with all your might.

“You’re forgetting something aren’t you?”

You held your breath, hands stopping just at the handles of the wooden doors.

“Shit” 

The sounds of a chair being pushed back and precise footsteps followed in your direction. “You seem to have left what you were looking for haven’t you? He studied the back of your outfit and perked his brow in suspicion. “Which department are you from? Archiving? Communications?” Your silence confirmed the curator that you could be a museum thief or a spy for another museum. “Who are you?” he asked, getting ready to spin you around and reveal your identity. But before he could do anything else, you did what you thought was best. 

Flee.

Sehun chased after you, determined to find your true identity. Pushing the heavy and old iron doors of the library you ran as fast as you could, away from the strange man. Still clutching your dress with fear, you ran under the hanging war planes displayed above the main entrance. Usually you would have stopped to admire the grand aircrafts like every other night, but tonight you were running too fast to stop. Your pace quickened after hearing the fast approaching steps of Sehun, indicating he was right on your tail

Arriving to the main hallway of the museum, it was bustling with the many relics and artifacts that had come to life. From prominent war generals perched on their horses to the famous yet very dead British royalty that filled the room. Obviously wax figures of the originals. 

Scanning for someone to let them know about the witness, a hand suddenly grasps your own, spinning you around to stare at them. Panting and out of breath, Sehun smirks at your surprised reaction. “You didn’t answer my question”

aggressively trying to free from his strong grasp, you pleaded desperately. “Please.. let me go...” his expression softened and he released some of the pressure. Instead, he pulls you closer to his chest and whispers in your ear. The distance made you blush with embarrassment and try to move away but he didn’t let go this time either. “There will be consequences to your actions.” he threatened. “The museum security and police department will take action if you don’t say who-”

Sehun’s words faltered, entranced with the view behind you. People, objects, and animals of all historical time periods were together. William Shakespeare was talking to Muhammad Ali, while a massive Jeff Koons ballon dog was prancing amongst cavemen singing the new Katy Perry song. 

It was a sight that made Sehun astonished enough to loosen the grip on your wrist completely. Seeing this as your chance for escape, and revenge, you slapped Sehun right on the cheek. The impact of the slap left a visible red mark on his skin, along with an echoing sound that brought attention to the scene unfolding. 

You scoffed at the disbelief evident in his face, and turned around swiftly, your long hair grazing his face. You made your way to HyunA and Lisa who sat by the water fountain, stopping in the midst of their conversation to what the commotion was. Instead of you, Sehun was more-so worried about the sharp swords that were now being held against him. 

At the words of war general E. Dawn - who happened to be in the room, British soldiers held their weapons against Sehun and slowly cornered him to a wall. The room’s vibrant chatter had now come to a silence as others realized what was happening. Sehun gulped in fear but didn’t back down and analyzed the situation logically. Spreading out a hand of reassurance he negotiated with them. “I’m not a threat. Just let me go and I won’t say a thing about tonight to anyone else” He was sincere and to the point.

Dawn rejected his offer, and made his way to Sehun. Eyes filled with suspicion and distrust, he didn’t hesitate to raise his own sword to Sehun’s neck. When that happened Sehun closed his eyes, slowly falling to his knees and raising his hands in surrender. Gasping in fear, you pushing through the crowd that formed around them, and yelled at Dawn. 

“Stop!”

Sehun opened his eyes in bewilderment at your actions, staring at you as if you were crazy. Not long ago was he the person that threatened to hand you over to authorities. Dawn mimicked Sehun’s expression and looked you up and down. You were well acquainted with E. Dawn, occasionally nodding heads to each other when you passed the hallways at night. But he was more so HyunA’s type, all solemn, serious, and virtuous. 

“You’re brain must still be marble Y/N! This man needs to be terminated immediately, or else every artifact in this museum will be shipped off to be torn and teared apart by officials!” 

The others cheered him, agreeing whole-heartedly with the general of the British. You sighed and glanced from Dawn to Sehun. Putting your best smile and persuasive voice you lowered his sword. 

“Why general Dawn, this man had sworn to keep tonights events a secret! Could you not find an ounce of sympathy for him? Plus, where would we put the contents of his decapitated body?” you asked, batting your eyelashes as naturally as you could.

Sehun couldn’t help but smile and quietly scoff at your attempt of persuasion: key word, attempt. You were definitely one of kind. 

Dawn began to take in your words, thinking about the consequences of murdering the man. Dawn wasn’t the most hardest to persuade. Glancing back to Sehun, he grabbed his turtleneck up. “What is your name?” he asked roughly.

Sehun eyes flickered from Dawn’s eyes, before staring in yours and saying,

“It’s Sehun. Oh Sehun”

Taking a few moments to think a bit more, the general came to a final conclusion. He released the grip from Sehun’s shirt, and brought him up to stand on his feet. Wrapping a less than comforting arm around his shoulders, and smiling assuringly to the crowd 

“My fellow friends of the museum! You must have all been scared for a second. Do not worry! 

“Sehun will not tell a single soul about tonight, right Sehun..” 

Sehun stayed still, lips curling into a disapproving frown when he glanced downwards to Dawn’s hands on his shoulder.“If I find out that that mouth of yours has blabbered about some nonsense of real life wax figures and artifacts...” Dawn began laughing jokingly before he leaned in to whisper something in his ears. Sehun didn’t falter, never taking his eyes off yours like before. 

“What is up with this guy?” you thought, biting your lip in disarray

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The crowd agreed on Sehun’s promise, letting him now roam the museum halls without the fear of getting jabbed by a sword. Now walking back to the library, side by side with him, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and shyness. What were you to say to him? You’re welcome for preventing you from getting decapitated? Sorry for slapping your cheek? You huffed quite louder than you wanted, sehun turning his head to look at your awkward state. He smiled a genuine one. 

You had saved him. Showed him mercy even when he wasn’t the nicest to you. He cleared his throat. 

“I wanted to say thank you.” he said. You looked up at him flustered. This was your first time speaking to a real person in a very very long time and you didn’t know how to reply. 

“And apologize. I wasn’t very nice to you even though you saved me from getting killed.” He huffed. You reached the library doors, turning around to face him. You don’t know if it was the lighting above the doors or the electricity running through your veins, but you can now clearly see and focus on Sehun’s face. 

Although his eyes looked down in self-disappointment, you could see his well chiseled jaw, nice lips, and a clean well taken care image. He was in fact, not that bad looking. Quite nice to look at even. 

Shaking yourself of anymore weird thoughts, you waved your hands in reassurance. “Oh no! It’s fine! I wasn’t really supposed to be in the library of records anyways, and I shouldn’t have... slapped you...” you quietly admitted, now looking down at your bare feet. Sculptures didn’t normally wear shoes.

sehun admired you. you were beautiful. enchanting, charming and cute. you had stuck up for him, and showed kindness. Plus you were quite funny. 

Sehun’s head rolled back, chuckling at your embarassment. After seeing your confused face, he explained. “sorry it’s just... you were pretty convincing back there to the general guy” Rosy cheeks appeared on your honey skin and you jokingly defended yourself. “You were about to be decapitated! What else could I have said to persuade him?”

He looked into your eyes amused, causing your heart beat to speed up. 

Why do I feel so warm? Are my cheeks burning? you asked yourself, hand coming up to cool down your face. 

“You’re from the ancient greek art gallery, correct?” he suddenly asked. “It’s just that I’ve seen you on my way to my office in the mornings. You’re Y/N, the sculpture that almost everyone that comes to the museum adores” he confessed smiling. This makes you smile, happy and embarrassed to know this. 

Sehun doesn’t hesitate to ask again. “Have you been alone for all these years?”

You’re quick to answer. “Gosh, you say that like it’s a curse. For your information, I do have friends of my own that I spend time together with” you explained annoyed. 

He smirks at your cute response and strong personality, holding up his hands in defence. “Just asking”

You’re about to say something else when Lisa suddenly appears in front of you, blocking you from sehun with folded arms and a tiny overprotective glare. You wondered how she even knew you two were here...

“So you must be that new museum curator that everyone has been talking about huh?” she says “you” with a bit of a tone, not afraid of showing Sehun her true emotions. Lisa’s million dollar gaze that leaves almost everyone shaking is showing. And that’s when you know the cogs in Lisa’s brain are running and working, jumping to conclusions or wrong ideas. 

“Lisa..” you pleaded, tugging on your friends arm to tone it down. 

“Yes I am. It’s an honor to be speaking with Mona Lisa herself” Sehun says politely and charmingly, extending a hand for her to shake. 

Lisa hates bullshit. So she cuts to the chase. 

Ignoring his hand, she then states. “Look, I’m not sure what you’re trying to get from the artifacts of this museum, but you will not get anything from my best friend.” Lisa steps closer, leaning in to warn him. “I know things about every person in this place.” she stares directly into his eyes. “Things that could ruin reputations” she continued softly yet deadly.

Sehun doesn’t waver at all when he is put up against the Mona Lisa. And I gotta give props to him for that. Before I could defend the poor man, Lisa grasps my hand and pulls me away. “Let’s go Y/N”

Lisa may be mentally strong, but she's physically strong as well. Her grip leads me away, looking back at a bewildered Sehun. “Lisa it’s fine, geez” I assure my friend, who is still mindlessly dragging me away. I looked back to sehun and expressed a sorry expression. He smiles and says something back that makes me feel something new inside. 

“see you around Y/N”

all while smirking in that black turtle neck, hand waving back at me. God, the things that Oh Sehun is starting to do to me. 

Lisa ruins the mood by shouting back 

“No she wont!!!”

I let out a sigh as I heard Christine squeal again in the background. "Hey, I'm gonna get a cup of coffee.... I'll be back in a bit." I stated as I played with the hem of my jacket. "I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to boast about this." She said as her tiny legs ran over to me. I let out a laugh. "No, it's okay. You've been waiting for this for so long. I'm sorry I'm being such a downer on your day." I met my eyes with hers and gave a half smile. She nodded and gave me a quick hug.

I strolled out of the bridal shop and headed to the nearest cafe. Nothing a sweet cup of coffee couldn't fix. I felt my body heat up as I waited in line. I fanned myself hoping I'd cool off. It wasn't a hot day so I wasn't sure as to why my body was reacting this way. Perhaps it was because of all the body heat that was in such a close proximity.

I paid for my coffee and smiled as soon as the cup was in my hands. I walked outside and felt my body heat up even more as a cool breeze hit me. I grew irritated at how hot I felt on such a cold day. The sky was so gray that it seemed as if it were going to rain any minute now.

I felt a body collide against mine and my coffee spilled onto my chest. My mouth opened ready to  shout at them and then I felt it. My entire body felt as if it were in a thousand degree fire. Tears streamed out of my eyes as my body felt such a painful heat all over me. I bit on my lip as the pain grew more intense. I dropped to the floor as my wrist felt as if someone were carving into it. I chewed on my lip holding back screams of pain, but I heard someone else's screams beside me. Is this what finding your soulmate felt like? Death?! Why would such a beautiful thing hurt so bad?

The pain died down and I sat up looking around me. I began heaving due to trying to catch my breath. Even though I was in complete utter pain no one around me seemed to care. Everyone was just passing by me and carrying on with their life. I wiped my tears and looked to my right... and there he was. He was crouched down, rocking his body and sobs were still escaping his lips. I watched as he slowly sat up and admired his facial features. He had a deep dimple on his right cheek and also a small scar that was on his left eyebrow. His messy inky hair was gelled so effortlessly. His firm eyebrows matched his dark eyes that gave such an intense look to him. His cheekbones were so gorgeous and his jawline looked so sharp that it'd cut any hand that caressed it. He was wearing a baby blue dress shirt tucked into black slacks and white slip on vans. He was such a gorgeous human being compared to my average looking self. We both stared at each other not sure of what to do after baring such intense pain.

It felt like years passed as we just stared at each other. After what felt like years I broke the silence between us. "Are w-" "NO," he shouted cutting me off. I watched as he attempted to stand up and stumbled a bit. He leaned on the wall beside him and his breathing grew heavy. "This isn't happening," he whispered. My eyebrows furrowed together. "Well it just did. You can say it didn't happen, but I'm pretty sure your body felt what mine felt." He looked down at me and  made a sour face. "I'll buy you another coffee." He mumbled. I stood up holding onto a pole to keep my balance. "We literally just found each other and you only want to talk about coffee?" I couldn't believe this guy. We had found each other and he couldn't seem to care less.

"In case you couldn't tell, I'm not interested." His arms crossed over his chest and he stared me down. "What do you mean you're not interested? I've literally felt your pain every single day of my life and I finally meet you. And you're not interested? Also, why in the hell are you getting hurt almost every single day?" I inched closer to him and he stepped further away from me. "I can buy you another cup of coffee since I bumped into you. After that we can forget this ever happened."

His words that slipped out of his mouth so nonchalantly hit me. This moment was supposed to be so magical, it wasn't supposed to be anything like this. "Are you about to cry?" At the sound of those words I gritted my teeth. "No, I'm not," I hissed through a clenched jaw. He motioned for me to follow him and began walking back into the coffee shop.

I followed him in confusion as to why this moment isn't as special as people made it out to be. I waited in line beside him in silence. I watched as he kept shifting his weight on one leg to the other. His arms were crossed across his chest as he blankly stared at the menu. I noticed that when anyone stood too close to him he'd tense up. His posture was tense but the blank look in his eyes showed that he was most likely deep in thought. A group of people had come into the coffee shop and were kind of being a bit loud. I watched as his eyes shifted towards them and he chewed on his lip. As he chewed on his lip his dimple would fade away and then reappear. The expression that was on his face didn't match his body language. He seemed to feel uneasy around too many people. He definitely wasn't a people person and looked uncomfortable in such a setting.

 We finally made it to the front to give our order. He looked over at me and nodded towards the lady at the register. I quickly ordered my drink. He opened up his wallet and then looked back at me. "Do you want a muffin or something?" I looked at him in confusion and shook my head. He shrugged and paid for the drink. Once my order was called out he grabbed it and handed it to me. We both walked out of the coffee shop and once we reached the crosswalk he looked at me. "Okay you have your coffee, I paid. So there you go." A half smile appeared on his lips and he began walking off.

I quickly chased after him and grabbed his arm gently. "Wait, can I please get your number? Who knows if I'll ever even see you again? Please?" I watched as his eyes danced around and then landed on mine. He crouched down to meet my eye level. "Let me guess, you've been waiting your whole life for this. Here I am and you don't feel anything. Sorry that's it's not as magical that everyone made it out to be, princess. Yes we found each other.. But, I'm not interested."

I had to get his number. It was either get his number or let him disappear and never see him again. "Look, I get it you're not interested and I do respect that. Just please give me you're number. After all we're soul mates.. that has to count for something." I said firmly. He tapped his index finger on his chin and then nodded. "I guess you're right, princess. Just try not to text me too much my girl friend will get pissed." I scoffed at his sick words and handed him my phone.

After he punched in his number he handed it back to me. "I gotta get going, princess. I'll be waiting for your text." He said with a wink and walked off. "WAIT!! WHATS YOUR NAME?" I shouted from the other side of the street. He turned around and smirked at me.

“Ah…” He says as you stand, your legs on full display. He loved seeing bits of you at a time, he didn’t want to see everything. That would ruin the element of surprise. Seeing your legs like this was a blessing, his heart thumped at the sight as you walked into another room. Baekhyun called it quits and left, walking home. He was satisfied, he would leave you to your night.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, you had been experiencing it for months now. But you never found anyone or anything. It made you anxious, constantly. You tucked your hair behind your ear as you wrote down everything you needed to study. Your lecture notes were always scribbled mess. So you would come to the library after class to rewrite them, so they were legible for studying.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you felt the feeling again. You looked around the library discreetly looking for anyone looking your way. The place was almost empty, safe for the random student studying, he had headphones on so you doubted he was paying attention to you. You went back to jotting down notes, finish the rest of them and packing up. You exited the library, seeing it was now late, you had to walk home in the dark. Something you despised.

When you left you never heard the door close behind you, turning back to see if it was caught on the rug. To your surprise it was a man dressed in black walking from the library, he had white hair and wore glasses. He was pretty cute if he wasn’t in such a rush you would’ve talked to him. You shook your head laughing to yourself. You always flirt when guys you thought were attractive. It caused you to be a heart throb for many men when they realized they weren’t going to get anywhere with you. You walked down your street, almost home when you heard footsteps behind you. You quickly turned around, seeing the man from earlier.

“Hey- not to scare you.” He says flashing a smile at you, your heart melts at the sight.

“Well Hi.” You joke, “You scared me.” you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I saw you leaving the library and I regretted not saying anything.” He laughs at himself.

“I was just thinking about how attractive I thought you were. But you seemed in a hurry, so I didn’t get to let you know.” You look up at his dark eyes, they have bags under them.

The man shakes his head laughing, he reaches out his hand. “Well nice to meet you how about we start with names?” He asks.

You grab his hand, shaking it softly. “Y/n, and you are?”

“Baekhyun.” He showed another sharp smile, canines on full display.

“Well, Baekhyun you have a charming smile.” You compliment.

“It’s very late, are you heading home?” Baekhyun asks looking down the sidewalk.

You nod, “Of course, where else would I be going this late. Definitely not going out party after studying for hours.” You laugh at your own joke. “How about you? Heading home.”

“Yeah, I live down this way.” Baekhyun grins.

“Perfect, you can walk me to my house. I was debating walking in the dark, since so many women are abducted at this time. In situations like this.” You comment as you begin to walk. Baekhyun follows beside you, hands in his pockets.

“I understand, definitely would want that.” He comments, “So how long have you been doing to this school?” He asks, he knew the answer.

“About 2 years?” You think for a second before answering. “How about you?”

“I just transferred.” Baekhyun lies. “I was touring the campus last month. I decided to come here since it was closest to home.” He couldn’t believe himself sometimes.

“Beats driving to school, gas is expensive right now.” You try to joke, it makes Baekhyun chuckle.

“So..” He says as you approach your house and walk up the stairs. “Is it possible to get your number?” He looks at you biting his lip in anticipation.

You hold your hand out, and he places his phone in your hand. You put in your contact when you see a message pop up.

“Are you done with her yet?”

You thought it was weird but brushed it off, whatever that was is his business. Giving his phone back to him you smile, waving. “Goodnight then, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun walked home, swiping through your instagram as he did usually. He was lucky it wasn’t private. He stopped on your recent post, a picture of you at a cafe shop in town. A thought popped into his head, he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Smirking to himself he shook his head in disbelief.

“Maybe I’ll stop by tonight, tonight will be the night.”

He soon was home and he changed instantly, putting his mask on and his hood over his head. He left, walking down the same street you lived on. He made his way to the back of your house, he knew you always forgot to lock the back door. He slid it open, allowing himself in. He could hear you in the shower upstairs. He had plenty of time then, you showered for almost an hour each time he decided to come over, uninvited.

Baekhyun made his way to your room, his fingers brushing over the duvet on your bed. He opened your dresser drawers, seeing your many options for panties. He picked one, a red lacy thong, putting it in his pocket. He would savor those later. His boots squeaked quietly on the wooden floor, it was annoying to him. He sat on your bed, picking up your pillow and hugging it tightly.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. His heart stopped, he dashed to your closet, closing the door behind him. He could see through the slits in the door, waiting to see you peer into the room.

You looked around the room, you were wrapped in a towel. You looked through your dresser for something to wear, you pulled out a see through dress. He’s seen you wear it plenty of times, and he loved when you wore it. You dropped your towel, slipping the dress on over your perfect figure. He saw you reach for your phone, posing in front of the mirror taking pictures. Your head dropped to look at your phone as if you were typing. His brows furrowed, who could possibly be getting sent those pictures? Who did she think was that deserving? His phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out seeing a text back from you. He simply texted Hey and you replied now with a “Whats up?”.

He typed back quickly, “Nothing much, watching entertainment. You?” He grinned to himself, this was too funny.

“Just showered, I don’t know what to do next. Home work or just binge watch TV.” Your reply made him genuinely smile.

“Go watch TV, you deserve it.”

He watched your reaction through the closet slits. You shook your head, a grin on your lips. You sat on your bed, clicking on your television. His eyes widened, he didn’t think you would watch it in your bedroom. He thought maybe the living room? So he could escape this tiny closet. He cursed himself, bringing his knees up, resting his head on his propped up hand.

At least he had a show.

He watched your hand rest over your thigh, rubbing it up and down. What were you doing? He knew when he saw your hand dip between your thighs. He sighed shaking his head, of course he would be trapped in here and tortured as you got off. With out him. He heard your first moan, it was quiet. Then a second one, more loud and finally a call of somebodies name. Oh? What was that?

“Baekhyun…” You moaned loudly.

He couldn’t believe his luck, he took off his mask and sat it beside him. He dragged a hand down his face in agony, this was legit torture to his soul. He wanted to be what was between your thighs, not your slender little fingers. He wanted to kiss the freckle on your leg and brush over the birth mark on your tummy.

His hand traveled over his abs, stopping right above the hem of his pants. Should he? No.. He should wait till he got home. But he couldn’t resist when you were right here. He didn’t have to imagine you moaning his name. He heard it loud and clear, multiple times. Letting his hand under the hem of his pants he palmed himself through his boxers. Biting his lip as he watch you push up the see through dress you wore. It was meaningless to wear it when it was so see through and short. But he loved it.

Your fingers moved faster, and his hand moved just as fast. He quietly grunted and saw you jump in your bed. You stopped, looking at your closet door. His eyes widened, he held his breath when you stood up. You slowly walked closer and closer. Baekhyun had to think fast.

He typed something in a text to you. Your phone dinged immediately, scaring you again. You turned around looking at your phone and back to the closet. You walked back to your bed, picking up your phone.

“What are you up to?” He had typed. He let out a breath of relief when you stepped away, he needed to get out of here.

“I’m masturbating to the thought of you. Is that too forward?”

He could believe what he was reading. He didn’t know you could be this vulgar and honest. Typing back quickly he sent his text, smirking.

“So we’re both doing the same thing?”

You screamed happily, startling Baekhyun.

“I need a picture, desperately.” You texted him. He had to think quickly.

“How about I come over?” Brilliant.

You thought for quite some time before texting back.

“Sure. Remember which house?”

“Of course.”

Baekhyun’s heart pounded against his rib cage. Was he really about to pull this off? You hoped off your bed, changing once more. He watched every article of clothing you put on, expecting to be the one taking them off finally. You left the room, presumably to wait in the living room as you turned off your bedroom light. Baekhyun moved quickly, leaving the room and sliding out the back door. He made his way to the side of your house, seeing you in the living room indeed waiting. A cup of wine in one hand, and the other scrolling on your phone.

Baekhyun took his mask and stuffed it into the bushes hiding it. He walked up to the front door, brushing off his clothes before knocking. You opened the door seconds later, smiling up at him. Baekhyun’s heart jumped out his chest when you grabbed his arm and dragged him in. He hadn’t been in the house this way before.

“Well hello again.” You say giggling, maybe it was the wine?

“Good evening. Have you been drinking?” He asked, you nod.

“Would you like some, it’s just wine.” You offer Baekhyun your own cup. He takes it, downing the rest of the glass. “I know you did not just take that like a vodka shot.” You snicker, Baekhyun shrugs.

“It was okay.”

“Now…” You say, resting your hands on his shoulders. “Let’s talk about this tension.” You pulled him closer, his lips meters away. You were looking into each others eyes deeply. You smelled his shower gel, he smelled like strawberries. How contrasting to his dark attire, he looked so attractive in. You were the one to lean up and kiss him, the kiss felt like fire Baekhyun always saw in your eyes. He always imagined how soft your lips would be, soft and sweet. He became rough quickly, grabbing your jaw and bringing you closer.

“How bad do you want it?” He says looking down at your desperate eyes.

“I want it desperately, please.” You words pleased Baekhyun, he drops your jaw.

“Show me to your room then princess.” You grin, biting your lip before grabbing his hand. He watched your ass as your leg him to your room. Your swaying hips hypnotizing him. You turned on the light, sitting on the edge of your bed. Baekhyun closed the door, walking up to your slowly. He caressed your cheek, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. He looks down at you with so many ideas, what should he do first? Chain you up? He knew you owned a pair of handcuffs. That would be too much for the first time..

He thought longer, stroking your soft skin. “Tell me what you want princess.”

You looked up at him before taking his thumb into your mouth.

“Understood.” He took in a quick breath as you reached for the hem of his pants. You undid them quickly, pushing them out the way along with his boxers. Your slender hands grabbed him, he sighed when you wrapped your lips around him slowly.

“Fuck, you’re good at this hmm?” He praised as you continued, you slide your hands under his shirt and he got the hint. He stripped his hoodie, revealing his toned and muscular abdomen and biceps. You drooled over the sight, sucking eagerly. You wanted to touch every inch of this man, he was so handsome and irresistible.

He held your hair from your pretty face as he watched himself disappear into your mouth and down your throat so effortlessly. You watched as his muscles flexed when he gripped your hair tighter, restricting himself from forcing himself down your throat. You thought it was gentlemanly of him.

“You look so hot from this angle, it makes me want to sit on your face.” You whisper to him, “I want you to eat me out with those lips. Please.”

Baekhyun’s dick twitches at your words, “Since you asked so nicely, princess.” He lays in the middle of the bed, pulling you to straddle his face. His dream of being between your thighs was happening. In the best way possible, he could taste and smell how aroused you were. He knew you didn’t need foreplay when you played with yourself earlier. You were dripping wet at this point, he pulled you down by your thighs. You sighed when he attached his lips to your clit, the stress leaving your body.

You moaned out when he sucked harshly, circling his tongue. “You’re good at this hmm?” You mocked, grabbing his hair. “The roles are reversed now aren’t they?” You kept teasing him. Baekhyun loved this version of you challenging him. But he also loved putting you in your place. He smacks your ass, earning a surprised shriek from you. It causes him to smirk, he knew you would falter with the amount of pressure.

“You’re mean.” You pouted on top of him. Baekhyun furrowed his brows.

“Do you want me to show you mean, Princess?” He challenged. It was when you nodded with pouting lips that he had you on your back with your knees pressed to your chest. “Dont go back on your word.” He smirks, taking his length in his hand. He rubbed the tip over your clit, smacking it teasingly. He loved hearing the sounds emit from your writhing figure. Your clit became sensitive to his touch as he repeated his actions. You were jerking at the oversensitivity, not being able to cum from just that.

“Mmm, what’s wrong princess?” He caresses your cheek pouting down at you. “Need more than that?” You nod up at him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please give me more, I’ll be good.” Your words grant your wish. Baekhyun pushes your legs up, exposing your cunt to him. It being squeezed from your legs pressed together into your chest. He spits on your cunt, and you feel it slide down your lips. You quiver at the sensation, never experiencing something like that before. Baekhyun rubs his tip over your clit once more before pushing in. His cock stretches you and rubs your tight walls, he sighs as he bottoms out. He wraps his arms around your legs, holding them up so he can go even deeper. You feel it when he does, moaning loudly.

“Only say my name Princess.” He scruffs your chin. You look at him with dazed eyes, nodding.

You feel your bottom half of your body being held even higher in the air as he thrusts faster and faster. The sounds of wet skin meeting fills the entire room. The smell of sex is heavy and you’re both becoming sweaty from the act. Baekhyun sits back on his knees, letting your bottom half almost drop from how high it was, onto his cock. He bit his lip when you moaned out his name.

“Be still.” He said sternly, pressing a hand on your tummy. He pulled out and slowly pushed in. “Do you feel that?” He looks down at you, messy hair and heavy lids. You nod. “That’s my cock filling you.”

“It’s the best feeling ever.” You say in a daze.

“Better than your fingers?”

“Fuck yes.”

He grinned, rolling his hips into you slowly. He felt you clenching on him tightly he could see the raise and fall of your chest. He knew you were about to be close. He slide his slender hands under your shirt, on your waist then over your breast.

“Fuck..Baekhyun touch me more.” You sighed when his fingers pinched your nipple as he rolled his hips into you. The combination made you feel fucked out your mind. “P-please. Ple-ease Baekhyun. B-baekhyun.” You couldn’t think of any other words, not forming a sentence.

He loved the look on your face, tears brimming your eyes. “I want you to cum, right now.” He leaned down to whisper before sitting back up. He placed his thumb over your clit, thrusting into you faster.

Your brows pinched together, his words repeated in your head.

“Come on Princess, I know you love taking this cock.” He said so vulgarly, he bit his lip grinning. His eyes were on your closed ones. “Look at me.” He commands. Your eyes flutter open, causing Baekhyun’s heart to pound. “Just like that.” He felt himself coming closer to his orgasm the more he spoke to you, he loved watching you follow his commands.

“I think…I’m going to-“ You’re cut off by Baekhyun’s hand grabbing your throat. He comes closer, now laying between your legs.

“Stay just like this, Princess.” He whispers, brushing his lips by your ear. He held you in place by his hand on your neck, rolling his hips deliciously slow. The slow and hard grinding made you lose your mind, you were so close. One simple thing would blow you right over. Baekhyun placed kisses on the side of your neck, whispering dirty things as he went. That was what sent you over the edge. You called out his name as you came al over his cock. Baekhyun moaned, before violently thrusting into you. His hands both wrapped around your neck, he fucked the breaks off of you. Your legs were becoming sore the longer this went on. You were overwhelmed by how sensitive your body came, Baekhyun’s thrusting was only making it more sensitive. Baekhyun noticed and slowed down before he stopped, leaning back on his knees. He grabbed his cock, jerking himself off as he looked over the sight of your tired state. He felt himself become light headed as he came all over your stomach. He held himself up with one hand before falling beside you, his chest heaving.

You turned on your side, placing your hand over his chest. A grin on your lips as you kisses his shoulder. “Tired?” You asked.

He nodded, resting his hand over his abdomen. “You’re a work out.” He joked. “I think I’ve died and went to heaven.”

You sat up, looking down at him. He looked back with tired eyes, his lips parted. His eyes dipped down to your chest then your thighs.

“Baekhyun, I know.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Know what?”

“About you.” You whispered, running your hand down his chest and over his abdomen. He paused, looking back up at you.

“What about me?” He continued, he was becoming nervous.

“That you watch me.”

His heart jumped out his chest, he shot up in bed. You put a finger to his lips, pushing him back down by his chest. You swung your leg over his body, straddling him.

“I can see you through my windows Baek. When I saw you wearing the same thing you wore to come spy on me, I knew it was you.” You leaned forward, your clit laid right on his dick. He sucked in a breath, he could only choose to stay quiet as you spoke. “I was so scared the first time I saw you.” You felt his dick twitch under you. “But…” You caressed his cheek brushing your thumb over his lips. “I kind of liked it.”

His eyes grew wide, “You liked it?” He said in disbelief.

You nod, “I always thought to myself, who’s behind that mask?” You slowly started moving your hips over Baekhyun’s slowly hardening cock. “Then I saw you at the library. I know you’ve never been to that school. You didn’t even have the school uniform on.” You laughed, the noise music to Baekhyun’s ears. “But now that we’ve finally met, I’m glad you’re good looking.” You smirk down at him.

“When are you going to call the cops? When you’re done grinding on me?” He challenged.

Your smirk only grew, “No. I’d like to have you around, you’re charming. It would be a waste to put someone so handsome in prison.” You pouted at him. “But now, I just want to fuck.” You brought your lips to his neck, kissing right below his ear. Baekhyun’s eyes shut in bliss, his mouth falling open.

“I want to make you submit.” You whispered, licking up his neck. “It’s my turn now, baby.”

Baekhyun could wrap his mind around how much of a 180 this whole situation took. His dick was hard as ever, pressing right up against your clit. You rolled your hips, sighing at the feeling. The sticky mess being made right beneath you was loud. You were still sensitive from climaxing so hard, you were sure Baekhyun was the same. It wouldn’t take long before you would be doubling over from another one. Baekhyun’s hands held your hips, his slender fingers tracing a line up and down your back. You shivered at the sensation.

“You feel so good just sitting on my cock, I could stay like this forever.” He sighed, his head lolled to the side exposing more of his neck.

“I love seeing you like this.” You sat up slightly to take in his vulnerable state. “You look so innocent, it turns me on.” Your hand traveled to his hair, running through his white locks. “What would make this better is that fucking mask of yours.” You sighed. You had a mask kink, another reason you were intrigued by Baekhyun.

Baekhyun opens his eyes looking at you, you look like the definition of sin. “I took it off before I came in.”

“…Where?” You asked. “I want it.”

His eyes widened, “its in the bushes but you’re naked-“

You left the room before he could finish, rushing to the door. He shook his head, a grin appearing on his face. He closed his eyes waiting patiently, he couldn’t believe the luck he had.

“Come here.” You said causing him to open his eyes, the mask in your hand. Baekhyun stood from the bed in front of you, looming over you. Your legs shook at the sight of a completely naked Baekhyun. You reached up and put the mask over his head. You stepped back, biting your lip at the sight. “Handsome.”

Baekhyun shook his head. “I can’t believe this right now.” He said, his voice was so deep from being tired. It made you giggle, stepping closer to run your hands over his chest.

“After this you can sleep all you want.” You pat his peck, “But before..” You pulled his mask up just above his lips and kissed him. He was taken back before he moved his lips with yours. His hand came up to your waist, pulling you closer. Your breast pressed up against his chest made him groan. “I really wanted to do that.” You confessed before walking to the bed, dragging your nails crossed his chest. You bent over with your ass in the air, waiting. “I’m not going to wait all night Baekhyun, fuck me.”

Baekhyun grinned wordlessly followed your command, his hand grabbing and smacking your ass. You sighed at the sting, wanting him desperately now.

“What happened to making me submit?” Baekhyun teased from behind you, all thoughts of that went out the window when that mask came into the bedroom.

“Will you shut up.” You pouted, of course he would bring that up.

“Wouldn’t you like me to.” He pushed further. He swiped your clit with his finger getting a surprised gasp from you. Baekhyun couldn’t think why you would want him to wear such a mask while being fucked. Did you have a kink for this type of thing? Someone had to be mentally wrong to like the person who’s been stalking them. As if he had room to talk. He chuckled at the thought.

He positioned himself behind you, pushing into you slowly. You were still so wet after all this time? Baekhyun bit his lip, “Fuck, I won’t get use to this feeling.”

Your toes curled at the words, “I’ll let you, if you want. Anything for you.” You purred arching your back as he pressed his palm down your back.

“You’re invitation is too kind.” He whispered back, he would love to have this every night. That of course was only a day dream before this night. You pressed your ass back into him, desperately waiting for any kind of touch. Baekhyun took that as a cue, thrusting into you. He pulled you onto his dick so aggressively, a change from his slow hips rolling into you. His thrusts caused the bed to bump against the wall repeatedly.

“Mmm.” You moaned into a pillow trying to control yourself, his aggressiveness was turning you on. Your breast swung with each thrust, you grasped the sheets. Baekhyun held onto your hips so tightly you knew he would leave a mark. You could only ignore the pain from his cock stretching you out. Baekhyun leaned down, putting his hand on your neck. He used the hold on your neck to pull you back onto his dick even harder.

“Who’s cunt is this?” Baekhyun asks, looking down at your ass being pushed against him.

“Yours Baekhyun, all yours.” You moaned out, your brows furrowed as you focused on the feeling of him inside you.

“Correct.” He rewarded you by finishing inside of you, his cock throbbing in you.

You whined as he pulled out, feeling empty. You felt his fingers replace his cock. He hooked his fingers inside you as he stepped to the side to see your worn out expression.

“Dont think I forgot about you Princess.” The nickname made you clench around his slender fingers. “Finish yourself on my fingers. Go on.” He commands.

You started fucking yourself on his fingers as he smacked your ass with his other hand. The sting felt amazing. Baekhyun appreciated the view, your round ass and the arch of your back. He admired the way you eagerly pushed back onto his fingers and the way your thighs jiggled. He held your hip, stilling your movements. He teasingly rubbed your clit, after only fingering you. Your thighs quivered at the sensitive nub being played with. Baekhyun observed the way your body reacted, he placed a kiss over your ass before leaning back up. He started moving his fingers inside you on his own, earning a moan from you and a jolt of your body. Were you orgasming? He couldn’t tell, he continued but felt your thighs shake and your walls clench around his fingers.

“Wait w-wait!” You turned your head pleading and grabbing his wrist. You fell against the bed exhausted, your grip on his wrist falling.

“It looks like you got what you wanted.” Baekhyun said, his voice deep. His fingers left your dripping cunt, he lifted them to his lips, pulling up the mask and licking them clean. “What a sweetie you are.” He chuckles, looking down at your spent form. “Get some rest.” He pulled off his mask, tossing it to the floor with his clothes. He kissed the middle of your back.