#exolayxreader

What is good people? Been awhile, huh? Well, I thought I’d give you guys a little something to tied you over while I finish my exams. This was requested by a sweet anon, who’d I also like to profusely apologize to for this requests tardiness and I hope you’ll forgive me! Anyway, please enjoy!

P.S. FUCK YIXING THE NO SHIRT WAS UNNECESSARY FOR THE LOVE ME RIGHT MV just kidding it was the best part lol

"Order up Miss ____!" 

You perked up, but not before finishing the silverware you had been meticulously folding, smoothing your apron front daintily. You smiled gently at the chef, who's impatient frown softened as you grabbed the tray of food and chuckled, "If you ask me to go any faster, I might as well have to learn to teleport just to keep up with you." 

 As you gracefully slipped through the restaurant, you heard the chef give one of his rare belly laughs, another grin flitting across your soft feature. You weaved in and out of customers and coworkers, the platters you were carrying wafted a warm and delicious aroma behind you.  

 When you reached one of your tables, you set down the food happily, the diners gaping at both the food and you. Your cheeks were dusted pink when one of the customers admonished, "You're so cute, Miss ____! How are you not famous or an idol?" 

 You waved away their compliment with an embarrassed smile, "Oh, no. I'm really not-" 

 "It's really a shame you're couped up here waiting tables day and night, don't you think?," the young woman looked up sincerely from her plate. 

 You're eyes widened, "I actually enjoy my job very much, ma'am," you bowed politely, clutching the serving try tightly, "If there isn't anything else you need, I'll leave you to enjoy your meal." With that, you spun on your cute Mary Janes, your face suddenly burying into someone's chest. You gasped loudly, stumbling backwards in shock, successfully tripping over your own feet, and landing unceremoniously on your bottom. 

 "Oh my! I'm so sorry, miss!" 

 Someone crouched down beside you, a hand placing itself softly around your shoulders as they helped you up carefully. 

 You looked up at your attacked and rescuer, so shocked you nearly swallowed your tongue. He had to be the most handsome boy you'd ever seen. He had cheerful features with intense dark eyes that unabashedly stared at you with both concern and intrigue. His rosy lips were simply hypnotizing when he would suddenly worry one between his teeth. "Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?," he gripped one of your arms, steadying you as you regained your surroundings. 

 You stuttered pathetically, still staring at the gorgeous boy, "I-I'm fine!" 

 His angelic face was full of such genuine concern you could've squealed at the cuteness of it right then. He leaned in, "You're sure?" Just the proximity of his face to your own sent a heat to your cheeks, until they were as red as tomatoes. 

 You spluttered inelegantly, "Oh yes! I'm definitely fine now!" The restaurant gaped at the scene, disbelief written on their faces that the graceful sweetheart of the restaurant was so flustered. 

 And so red. Right then, he smiled. 

It was probably the sweetest and most real smile you'd ever seen. It seemed to only be meant for you and it made you feel like you were the only person that mattered to him in that moment; that you were the most precious thing to him. It filled you with such a happy warmth, you wanted to huddle into his arms and let him hold you for the rest of eternity. Oh, that and his dimples. You believed no one could resist dimples as precious as his just then. 

 He bowed politely, his eyes alight with his smile, "That's a relief then. I don't think I could forgive myself if I hurt such a beautiful girl." With that he gave you one more amused smile before walking past you carefully. If there ever were a color more intense than red, you'd found it just then. Beautiful? You?! You didn't dare turn around for fear he'd see the redness of your face, so you stiffly walked back toward the kitchens, your back awkwardly straight, cursing your natural aptitude for blushing easily. You entered the stainless steel haven with a sigh of relief, still too flustered to get a grip of yourself. You peeked eagerly out the small round window of the kitchen doors to see if the boy was still in the restaurant. Not seeing him, you calmed down, trying to quell the sudden disappointment that pricked at you.  

 "Miss _____! We need you for a table!," the voice of a hostess called out. Taking a few calming breathes, you regained your cheerful countenance and pushed the kitchen doors open, "I'll be right there! How many at the table?" 

 The hostess handed you a single menu without looking up, "Just one." You nodded to yourself, before flitting through the restaurant to your assigned table, which was located at your favorite spot in the whole joint. A floor to ceiling window looked out over the adorable main street and since the restaurant was two stories, it looked out and over and left to right of the busiest street in the city, like a panoramic picture. Beside the window a small fireplace crackled merrily and the soft muttering of the space caused a relaxing atmosphere to diffuse throughout the tables. 

 You saw him before you even reached the table and you stopped in your tracks and gaped at him in both disbelief and obvious admiration. The handsome boy who'd bumped into you earlier looked like he came straight out of a movie, what with the way he gazed with distant eyes out of the window, watching the people and cars stroll down the street. His head rested pensively on his propped elbow as the other hand picked absentmindedly at the table cloth. Swallowing your nervousness with a gulp of air, you walked confidently over to his table. You bowed cheerfully and placed the menu on the table with a bit too much force, "Good evening! I'm ____, and I'll be taking care of you." 

 He looked pleasantly surprised to see you again, but he greeted you smoothly, "Hello again. I was hoping I'd have you as my waitress. If someone else had you, I think I might have had to fight them to have you all to myself." 

 You attempted to steel yourself and not blush, but failed miserably, "Oh, please! I'm not worth fighting over." 

 He smirked and it had to be the sexiest thing you'd ever seen, "I beg to differ." You almost missed it, but you caught his eyes flicker up and down your body, "By the way, Miss _____, that outfit looks especially cute on you." 

 You unconsciously tugged the frilly skirt with your fingers, not believing that he'd just checked you out and his compliment. You smoothed your apron before reaching into one of the pockets, taking out your paper pad and pen. 

 Clearing your throat, you stuttered, "T-thank you. May I start you off with a drink?" 

 He smiled again, almost to himself, his dimples poking cutely from his cheeks as he spoke, "I think I'll have whatever you think I'd want." You furrowed your eyebrows and he laughed, "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." Dimples. He grinned toothily this time, "I want to see what you'd think I'd want. Surprise me." 

 You blinked, before chuckling to yourself, "Alrighty then. I'll be right out with your 'surprise'." You turned and could practically feel his dark gaze burning a hole into your back as your skirt swished tantalizingly. 

 Once you reached the kitchen, you nearly slumped against one of the counters in exhaustion. Just walking from the table to here felt like you'd just run a marathon. Your face was heated and your heart was beating a mile a minute. Composing yourself for the umpteenth time that day, you decided you'd serve him raspberry lemonade, your favorite drink. You weren't sure why, but instinct drove you to it, so you picked up the glass and returned to the table, where he sat contemplating the menu with wide-eyes intrigue. For some reason you were nervous as you handed him the drink, "Here's the surprise you asked for. Please, enjoy." 

 He didn't even examine the drink twice before he sipped it, a look of happiness crossed his face. He looked up at you excitedly, "How'd you know?" 

 You arched an eyebrow, "Know what?" 

 In his excitement he grabbed your hand without noticing, your eyes widening to the size of plates, "That raspberry lemonade is my favorite drink." 

 You were genuinely surprised, pleasantly in fact, "It's actually my favorite too, so it was the first drink I thought of." 

 "Huh," he smirked again, making your heart flutter, "What a funny coincidence." You shifted on your feet, taking out your pad of paper and pen again before asking, "Have you decided what you would like tonight?" 

 He didn't even look up, a smile twitched on his lips, "I think you already know." 

 You raised a brow, "I'm afraid I don't, perhaps you can tell me?" 

 He looked up and you expected a smirk, but instead was greeted with his adorable smile, dimples and all. For the first time tonight, he'd lost his confident facade and was replaced by what you believed was actually him. His dark eyes twinkled playfully, "I'd like to order the cute and witty waitress with the beautiful eyes."  

 Your froze and bit your lip painfully hard, deciding to play along with him, "How would you like that to be cooked?" His eyes flickered up and down you body again, this time fully knowing that you would notice him. 

 He smoothly replied, without missing a beat, "I would prefer her to be well done." 

 In that instant, you would have gladly crawled into a hole and never come out again, so that no one could see just how scarlet you were. Your body shivered and blushed under his gaze and neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity. The two of you were locked in each other's gaze, his eyes softening until it felt like you'd been swallowed into their very depths. 

 He broke the silence suddenly, "I'm Lay." 

 "____," you blurted, "But you already knew that." 

 He laughed. You laughed. The two of you ended up just looking at each other again, letting the silence fall again. You didn't even realize his hand had crept across the table until his fingers were entwined with your own. His voice was soft and a little timid, "What time do you...?" 

 You finished for him, a smile on your petal pink lips, "Get off?...Thirty minutes." 

 You clicked your pen close and turned to walk away mischievously. He stopped you and grabbed your hand again, dimples cheekily poking out, "What about my food, ____?" 

 You grinned and tugged your hand away playfully, "You're getting me aren't you?" 

Hello my darling hearts! This was requested by a sweet anon who had a thirst for Zhang Yixing that could rival my own. I think we all have a secret thirst for our healing unicorn and his sinful hips. I mean really?! Lay is such a bias wrecker! lol I hope you all enjoy this one! Especially the lovely anon who requested~!

P.S. Who wouldn't want Yixing grinding on them though???

P.S.S. Blonde Lay makes me weak. This is my favorite part of the whole Call Me Baby MV because of his wink lol

Your heart skipped excitedly and you only heard the blood rushing through your ears as you moved skillfully to the beat. You felt sweat run over your forehead and slipped down your cheek to your chin. That was the thing when you danced.You were so conscious of everything, the way your hair stuck to your cheek, or the way you would notice the eyes of onlookers watch your every movement.

Frankly, it was exhilarating.

You were SM Entertainment's new crown jewel, their new solo act. They boldly stated to all that you were the full package: a capable singer, a hard worker, fluent in more than one language, and an incredible dancer. It was something new to you really, seeing your face plastered on billboards, being on famous variety shows you would watch when you were younger, but especially the change in your lifestyle.

You were a very self-conscious person, an endearingly shy girl, and everyone ate up your personality with 'aws' and 'aigoos'. All of that was thrown out the window though when you danced. Recently, SM Entertainment was dabbling in crossovers and collaborations within its artists. Their most recent crazy concoction happened to have you as one of its stars. You secretly frowned upon the a-typical way they paired mostly male and female idols together, broadcasting them as a dynamic, star crossed duo, and that they had just the greatest chemistry. You were absolutely dreading this whole thing completely.

That is, except when it was Lay.

He was your one and only partner in SM's new featured dancing duo and you  were immediately relieved to know that. At least, for a little while.

You and Lay went way back, all the way to your trainee days, and he quickly became your best friend. So you were already comfortable with most things. Most, because you wouldn't exactly call having Lay grind into you exactly comfortable. Very friendly, yes. Comfortable? Nope. You and Lay were already a bit too friendly and touchy with one another to be just friends, but this was taking it a little too far in your opinion.

Your heart sped up abruptly as you felt the heat of Lay's breathe on your neck, his light panting was more of a turn on then you cared to admit. When you two were literally a hair's breath apart, it was easier for you to get distracted by the little things about him you've always loved. The way he would bite his lip when he'd concentrate hard enough, or the way his hands felt as they run up your body, so hot and rough. You've loved Yixing since the moment he said hello to you for the first time. God, you've always been in love with him.

You gasp suddenly, driven from your thoughts as your feet tangle underneath you and you fall unceremoniously to the ground. You feel Yixing catch your elbow, but you're too red faced to look up from the wood floors. You hear surprised mumbling around the room from instructors as they look on curiously. You hear the music stop and your skin heats up with embarrassment, Yixing has knelt down beside you his warm hand still gripping your arm protectively. You never make simple mistakes like that usually. You're honestly shocked by yourself and feel Yixing's brown gaze burning holes into your skin because he's surprised as well.

His voice is low as he leans in, eyes full of concern, sweat running over his collarbones, "Are you alright, _____?"

You don't answer and one of the instructors clears his throat uncomfortably, "I'm sure that was only a freak thing Miss _____. Please take care to remain aware of your surroundings next time." He looks at his watch with a sigh, "Why don't you two take an hour to recuperate and," he looks at you pointedly, "Work on anything that might be hindering your progress."

You shamefully stand up and Yixing reluctantly removes his grip from your arm, his fingertips brushing your skin once more before leaving, sending a delicious shiver over your body. The two of you bow to the instructors as they filter out of the room, still whispering about the event that had just transpired.  

When they've all left, Yixing turns back to you, his gaze soft as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, lips hypnotic as he worries one between his teeth. You've never been so humiliated and ashamed in your whole life until today. You hated letting people down and it felt like you'd just lowered everyone's expectations of your dancing skills, one of the only things you prided yourself in.

You didn't realize Yixing was talking until he cupped you cheek earnestly, "____!..."

Your head snapped up and was suddenly looking straight into the eyes of the most gorgeous boy you've ever met. Oh and your best friend. That too. You've loved Yixing for as long as you've known him, but you didn't want to ruin the incredible friendship you had with one another. The two of you had been practically inseparable since the moment you met, and you always felt an enormous amount of morbid satisfaction when people mistook you for a couple constantly.  

You gave the beautiful boy a strained smile, "I'm fine Yixing. Just a little...distracted."

He brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, "Must've been something pretty big if it distracted the girl with laser beam focus."

You blushed for the umpteenth time that day as you mumbled, "Oh. Yeah."

He dropped his hand and ran it through his hair, "So. What was it, ____-ah?"

You were almost too distracted with the way his hand slipped so casually through his beautiful locks, you only managed to mutter a quick, "Oh nothing important."

He raised an eyebrow, but then grabbed your hand, his face suddenly unreadable, "You know you can tell me anything, right ____? We're best friends after all."

You bit you lip guiltily as you felt your heart clench painfully, but you only nod in response. The odd look on his face doesn't change and you're suddenly curious as to what he's thinking in that moment. Were you that obviously in love with him?  

You chirp up a bit too brightly, "Why don't we try the feature dance again? I want to especially go over the fourth movement. The one I...fell on." He's still guarded, but he agrees readily, taking his starting position as you take your own.

The blaring beat of the music started as you clicked the remote to the stereo, tossing it across the ground. The song was very sexy, full of gasps and low moans. When you'd recorded it in the studio, it felt more like you were recording erotic audio rather than singing. Not that you minded. After all, Yixing had to do the same thing too.

The moment his hand grips your waist and pulls you closer to his body, it feels different than every other time you had practiced. His look is more heated, his touches far more risque than past ones. A little annoyed and aroused, you defiantly do the same, your nails raking down his chest sensually. He growls as he spins you around so your back is to him. That was your cue to seductively writhe down and up his body before he begins to grind into your ass. You gasp, surprised at the amount of force he's putting into it. He's not pretending to grind into you like all the other times, he's actually flicking his skilled hips into your body.  

You moan and his grip tightens on your waist, causing your skin to burn underneath your clothing. His breath is once again fanning over the back of your neck, making chills race down your spine and straight to your core. His 'grinding' was practically just dry humping now, and you were beginning to feel every thrust in your lower regions.  

He's suddenly everything when he spins you again and grips your hair, pulling your sweaty forehead against his. You sneak a glance and catch his eyes flickering up and down your body, his teeth biting painfully hard onto his lips. Was he checking you out? You? His best friend? His hands are roaming freely over your body new, and you realize with wide eyes that nothing he's done so far had been choreographed.

You're watching the way his teeth are working on his lip, feeling the way his hands slide underneath your shirt to alight on your skin, and the only rational thing that runs through your mind is for this beautiful boy's mouth to be your's.

You dart forward and claim his surprisingly soft lips with your own, a groan escaping as he suddenly stops moving. His feet stop, but his hands and mouth don't.  

You let your hand run up his toned chest, winding your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You both moan appreciatively as you both fight for dominance; you win over him for only a moment before he slams you into the mirror in the room, both your sneakers squeaking in protest at the sudden movement.  

The contrast in the coolness of the mirror on your back and the heat of his hands as they lift your shirt away caused your panties to dampen all the more. All you can do is moan wantonly as Yixing, ever the gentleman, sucks on the skin of your chest, carefully low so no wandering eyes would see the blooming hickeys in your skin.  

You hear him groan, his voice soft, "God, I love you _____." You freeze and he does the same when he feels you tense up. The two of you stare back at each other in surprise, and for the first time, Yixing blushes.  

He's too cute the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck and stutters against your skin, "I've been wanting to tell you that for a while."

You nearly burst out laughing, tears forming as you grin into his hair, relieved, "Me too." You stroke the small curls of hair at the back of his neck, the words nearly catching in your throat, "I love you, Yixing."

His head snaps up, his warm brown eyes reflecting your own relief and joy, "Really?"

You nod shyly, kissing his fingers as they run across your lips in disbelief, "I've wanted to tell you since the moment we met. But then we became such good friends, I didn't want to ruin what we had."

He laughs and kisses your lips happily, "I thought the same thing. I thought when we got paired together, it would be a good idea to reveal my feelings." He looks at you mischievously, "But you beat me to it." You blubber and turn a lovely shade of scarlet, he continues with his hands ghosting over your chest softly, "I started to notice when we began to do  these sexier dances that you would blush more and more when I would touch you or look at you."

You're panting softly because he's now fully groping you, "How very Sherlock Holmes of you."

He smirks without a word and you're completely lost in him. Clothes are torn off of bodies at an alarming rate, and you're suddenly wrapped around your best friend, his hips pressing you into the familiar cool mirror. You've left your fair share of love bites and hickeys on his chest, an especially dark one right over his heart makes you smile smugly as you lick over it with your hot tongue. His skin tastes of salt and Yixing. His scent and taste are completely unique to him and you can't find a way to compare it to anything, because it isn't like anything else. The tautness of his tan skin over his muscles is hypnotizing at his arms cage you in. You run a hand appreciatively over his bicep, kissing down to his wrist lustfully.  

He groans and you feel the way his painfully erect member brushes your folds and ass. His willpower is admirable in a way that he's focusing all his attention on your needs over his own. Though you are doing a pretty damn good job at giving him what he wants too. Although stating he hates how sensitive his neck is, you're pretty sure he would take those words back by the way he's gasping. You lick the column of his throat, over his Adam's apple, nipping at his jaw before pressing wet kisses to it. His grip on your sides tighten as you bite an especially sensitive spot right of his pulse. You can practically feel the way his heart is racing when you press kiss after kiss there. A certain satisfaction comes from a boy moaning your name as you give them pleasure; satisfaction that runs straight to your dripping heat.

You'd been rubbing your soaking core over Yixing's member, lubing it up with your leaking juices. You begin to gasp louder and result to begging, "Please Yixing!..."

His eyes are full of lust and want, as he grinds into you again and again. His voice is husky as he groans, "I don't have any-"

You're too far gone to care about proper protection as you wail, "I don't care! Just fuck me Yixing!"

He growls loudly and thrusts up into your welcoming core in one go, sliding easily through your dripping folds to the hilt. You don't even need to adjust to his size as you mewl loudly, your walls clenching greedily around his dick. He swore softly underneath his breath, burying his face into your neck, as he tightens his grip on your ass and waist. As he slides out, you clench around him mischievously, eliciting a moan of appreciation to escape his lips. The way he begins to thrust into you is dance-like: the timing perfect and the thrusting of his hips smooth and powerful at the same time. Each time he pumps into you, your panting increases and the only sound besides your moans are his grunts and the wet sound of skin against skin. The silkiness of his member brushing against your walls causes your nails to dig into his well muscled back. You're so wet and the way he slides in and out so perfectly...you just want him more and for him to be closer closer closer!...

Your release spills out of you powerfully, pleasure tearing your body apart as you clench painfully right around his dick, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic. Your voice jumps up and down as you scream his name over and over, urging him to come in you, to come with you.  

Yixing's stamina eventual wears off as he comes crashing down along with you, his hot seed shooting deep into you. You gasp at the sensation, feeling completely fulfilled as he groans your name into you hair.  

The two of you stay in that position for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of being joined as your bodies are pressed completely together. Yixing gently pulls out, carefully setting you on the floor as he slides down next to you. He turns a radiant smile toward you, his dimples showing sweetly as he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You grin back, resting your head on his shoulder as you twine you hands together. He squeezes your hand softly, and you squeeze back too, solidifying the new relationship you have together.  

He chuckles, "Maybe now our dancing will look more sincere."

You playfully bat his arm, but laugh anyway, "I'm sure it will."  

Okay I need to explain something: sometimes I randomly get these bouts where I have this really bad thirst/sexual hunger and sexual frustration for a random EXO member. This time around is was Yixing. Actually, it’s usually Yixing because this boy can do no wrong. He’s probably the most angelic person on the face of this earth and don’t even get me started about his dancing and facial expressions. I think this might be my favorite EXO member x reader scenario I’ve written so far; I just love the Jazz Age and the Great Gatsby OST, which just fueled my fire. Anyway, please enjoy!

P.S. Me looking at Yixing’s body rolls ---> AMEN

 You had arrived at the large party at your friend's prosperous mansion with slight apprehension in your heart. You weren't used to this type of crowd, even if they all were supposedly friendly people. 

 As you walked up the white marble steps to the bright, flashing house, you wrinkled your nose at the party goers strewn across the lawn, giggly and frisky as could be. You weren't paying attention and one man grabbed at your ankle drunkenly, a huge grin plastered on his face as he chuckled, "Where ya headin' to, sweetheart? The real party's out here!" He promptly passed out after that. 

 You most definitely felt like turning around and leaving, but you had promised your friend Baekhyun that you would come. You just were not expecting all these wealthy people to be so crazy. As you approached the large, wide open doors, you were completely overwhelmed by the amount of people that actually arrived. It was a themed party, specifically 1920s Jazz Age. The amount of beaded dresses and short hairstyles filled you up with excitement. Another reason you had agreed to come was because you loved the Jazz Age style aesthetically. Drop waist dresses, glittering headbands, feathers, blaring jazz bands, swing, and of course, the way the men would dress. From the fitted, tailored suits, to the adorable straw boater hats. 

 You yourself had gone all out, wearing a traditional drop waist dress, practically encrusted with crystals. Your hair was tucked up into a matching headband in order to look like a faux roaring 20s bob. You felt divine and were proud of what you had pulled together under such short notice, since Baekhyun had told you of the party only a few days before. Of course, to match the theme exactly, an abundance of alcohol was available as well. To set the mood, countless jazz bands were playing around the crowded house.  

 As you stepped through the doors, you were immediately drawn into the mass of people dancing the Charleston to Bang Bang. You started to panic when you were suddenly tugged out by your arm, just as a couple nearly trampled you. You were pulled into someone's chest, you could hardly here them as they drew you away from the bustle, there soft lips on the cusp of your ear, making you shiver, "Here, just stay close. I'll get you somewhere a little less...busy." You attempted to look up at their face but all you could see was the fabric of their beautifully tailored navy suit. You also noticed how gorgeously he smelled: like warm pine and something undeniably homey, you jut couldn't put your finger on it. 

 Suddenly you heard you name being called excitedly."_____!," came Baekhyun's familiar falsetto, "You actually came!" 

 You could feel the genuine sweetness of your rescuer's smile when they chuckled, "Oh she's your girl, Baek? Didn't know you could get such a pretty girl." 

 Baekhyun laughed carefreely, "No, no. ____ is strictly a friend. But she's available!" 

 You nearly choked on your spit, "Baekhyun, please!" You went to turn around to actually thank and meet your rescuer, but they were already gone. Your face fell as Baekhyun placed your arm in his, "I didn't even get to thank him." 

 Your friend looked over at you interestingly, a sly smile on his face, "Oh don't let it get you down, _____. I'm sure you'll see Yixing later." 

 You perked up, "Is that his name? Yixing?" 

 Baekhyun looked as smug as a cat now, "Mhm. Zhang Yixing. New money and as perfect as they get. People think he's hiding something, but I like him. He's a good person." 

 "Well I would like to meet him later so I can thank him," you looked around the party earnestly, realizing you didn't even know what he looks like.  

 "It seems to me you'd like to do more than just thank him," Baekhyun laughed, then leaned down to whisper in you ear, "And it seemed to me he was thinking the same thing." 

 "Oh please Baekhyun," you scowled.

 "You might not have seen it, but by the way he was looking at you...I wouldn't have any doubts that he's interested."

  "Whatever," you sighed, "Can I just get a drink and sit? I'm already feeling like I've been here for hours." 

 Baekhyun smiled at you, "I got you," he then winked, "I also let you know if I hear from Yixing." You looked up at him with your twinkling eyes full of hope, 

 "Really?," your eyes widened in surprise, "I-I mean, if you do let me know, I still want to thank him." You wanted to slap the look off of your friend's face but he just handed you a glass of something yummy and walked off with some of your other acquaintances. 

 You sat there contentedly, watching the sparkling and colorful people dance and dance. Beads winked in the brightness of the lights and drinks sloshed freely around with no regard to where they landed. Mouths moved around loosely capturing whoever just happened to be by, friend or stranger. It was so strange how wild these parties were and, eerily, just how much you felt like you had stepped into the Roaring 20s. All that was missing was for Mr, Gatsby to appear out of the crowd and conspire with you his plan to meet with his beloved Daisy Buchanan. 

 You smiled to yourself and didn't notice the man that sat down on the settee you had planted yourself on since Baekhyun left you. These parties were just so intimate that it felt like everyone here was your friend. You weren't sure if the alcohol was beginning to affect you, but it just felt to right. You could probably turn to the man next to you and ask him to dance or kiss you and he would do it. Everyone was anyone's lover or their enemy.

 Humoring yourself to at least talk to your neighbor, you turned and you felt your jaw drop. You'd never seen someone as handsome or gentlemanly looking as him. He just looked like he had jumped out of the pages of The Great Gatsby the way he sat lounging comfortably against the settee, his arm thrown carelessly across the back, the way his suit fit so naturally on him, and especially the way he gazed so distantly into the crowd. He seemed to finally turn his gaze to you, sending a strangely familiar smile at you, dimples poking cheekily out. You didn't realize that he'd addressed you until he chuckled boyishly. 

 You gasped and turned away towards the drink in your hand embarrassingly, "Excuse me," you squeaked and began to stand up. You were stopped by a hand grasping your own, a jolt of electricity jumping up your arm, "Wait. Please, stay," he pleaded. 

 In that moment it was impossible to say no to the angel faced man as he passed a hand nervously through his hair when you sat down next to him, closer than you anticipated.  

 "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable before, I wasn't trying to make you feel bad or-," he murmured lowly, his intense eyes looking straight at you honestly. 

 You cut him off with a short giggle, "No, no it's fine! I should be the one apologizing. I just don't know what got into me." Way to go. You've succeeded at looking like a weirdo to the most attractive man to ever willingly talk to you. 

 "Here," he said suddenly, standing up and offering his hand to you with another gentle smile, "Let me make it up to you with a dance." 

 You bit your lip, weighing in your head if you would rather embarrass yourself with your dancing skills or miss the chance on talking with this man more. You stood up quickly, too quickly, causing you to practically jump at him. He laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his warm hand comfortably upon your hip, "Easy there...?" 

 You blushed and instead admitted and introduced yourself quietly as he swept you onto the dance floor,  "______. And I forgot to say I can't dance the Charleston at all." 

 You stood across from him, his hands laced with yours intimately as he grinned, "Well, ____, I'll teach you. I'm quite proficient at dancing I've been told." 

 And just like that, after a measly few minutes, you could dance as if you'd been doing it for your whole life. You gasped up at him as he pulled you close, then away, "You're amazing! How...?" He smiled, twirling you suddenly, capturing you from behind as you were pressed into him. His chest rumbled as he spoke, "It's always been a favorite, and useful, hobby of mine. It helps me meet beautiful ladies, like you." 

 You blushed and was about to tell him you weren't beautiful, when the song suddenly changed into something darker and more sensual. It was a slow orchestral song, and your partner didn't seen inclined to release you, so you stayed on his embrace. It was a much more intimate dance than the previous one, he was literally a hair's breath away from you and his dark eyes looked down at you, dare you say it, with want. 

 Becoming a bit too suffocate by the tension you made small talk, "When I walked in here earlier, I was nearly trampled by some dancers," you gave a short laugh laid your head against your partners shoulder, as he placed his cheek against your head. He smelled so nice, kind of like the man earlier. You sighed and breathed in his scent, "But I was saved by a man named Zhang Yixing," it was like pine and something familiar, "I never got to see his face, so I'm not sure how to thank him for saving me..." 

 Your eyes widened when your partner smiled against your hair, as he murmured, "You can thank him now if you want." 

 You squeezed his hand that you were holding tighter as you pulled away, "You're him?" 

 He laughed softly, "Surprised?" 

 "N-no," you turned red and stared into his navy suit, "I just wish you'd said something earlier." 

 Yixing lifted your chin so that you would look at him, "I knew it was you from earlier. I wanted to see if you would recognize me. Plus, you're too beautiful to forget." 

 You stared longingly into his eyes, feeling that electric tingle up your spine again as he cupped your cheek with his warm hand. He leaned into you as you spoke, hanging onto your voice as though he needed it to breathe, "Thank you." 

 That sealed the deal as he pressed his soft lips into yours, his feet never ceasing to guide you through the dance. They molded against yours perfectly, caressing them passionately, yet with some control.  With no regard to the other party attendees, he slipped his tongue past your lips, causing you to let out a breathy gasp, as he abandoned your mouth and began to press wet kisses and nips to your neck. He groaned when you pressed yourself against him, letting your hips rub against the growing tent in his pants. 

 He pulled away and you realized by the look in his eyes that there was no backing out of what had begun. Under that sweet exterior that was all dimples and smiles, was something feral. What you saw before you now, was that animalistic side. Strangely you were drawn to it as he boldly took your hand and weaved through the crowd with you in tow. You had no idea where he was taking you and that aroused you more than his strong grip on your interlaced hands.  

 After several twists and turns throughout the house, you found yourself in a dimly lit bedroom. You saw Yixing calmly lock the door, much to your comfort. You didn't want any drunken party goers to wander in at the wrong time. Next, you watched as he went over to a pair of closed curtains and opened them, letting the moonlight filter in and caress your skin and make your crystal dress sparkle as you sat primly on the bed, nervousness was but an annoying buzz in the back of your head as Yixing walked over to you with predatory eyes. Much to your surprise he sat down next to you, his eyes still hungry, but his hands gentle. He slipped a hand comfortingly through yours, making you feel much more at ease; he whispered against your lips lovingly, "_____." 

 It felt as though your name was such a natural thing to hear from him, as if you'd already been together for years. Maybe we were lovers in our past lives, you thought as he kissed you again, laying you back against the soft sheets with the grace of an angel. His free hand wandered against your hips, rubbing and squeezing your side as he groaned into the kiss, when you would gasp in pleasure.  

 Wanting to feel his body, you reached up with trembling hands and ran them over his clothed chest, making him break away from the kiss and smile down at you. He knelt over you, never breaking eye contact, as he stripped himself of his suit jacket and waistcoat. He placed two hands beside your head as he moaned lustily, "Unbutton them." 

 You were more than eager to as you pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, rubbing your bottom against his tented pants. You pressed yourself down into him, making him groan as you popped open each button, accompany each one with a wet kiss to his impossibly toned chest. Once you had finished you pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, running your hands over his chest sensually. He flicked his hips up in excitement, causing you to gasp. 

 He flipped you and was hovering over your aching body once again. The dress was beginning to itch and you wanted Yixing to be able to touch your body so badly. As if reading your thoughts, he grabbed the hem of your lovely dress and pulled it up slowly, kissing every inch of skin that was revealed with each pull.  

 Once you were completely free from your clothes and you were in nothing but your undergarments, he proceeded to tease your skin and breasts with his mouth. He sucked at you nipples through your bra as his other hand moved south and began to massage your folds. You cried out when he pressed a finger to your clit, chuckling lowly against your skin, "You make the most beautiful sounds, _____. I want to hear more." 

 You nodded incoherently as you arched up into his mouth, and with his lips still attached to your breast, he reached behind you and skillfully undid the clasp to you bra. Not waiting for him, you feverishly yanked it off and wrapped your arms around his neck as he hungrily dove back and laved your breasts with his tongue.  

 While still occupied with your chest, his fingers were beginning to slip past your panties and tease your bare folds, soliciting a wanton gasp from your lips, "Yixing...!" While although you had pleasured yourself on numerous occasions, you never realized how deliciously hot it was to have someone else's fingers pumping tirelessly into your soaking heat. You'd never been this wet before in your life. Your legs practically shaking with want as small amounts of your juices leaked down your thighs.  

 Above you Yixing moaned, "Oh baby, you're so wet for me." You clung to Yixing desperately as his fingers suddenly left you, causing you to cry out in frustration. But you were silenced as he pressed his mouth against yours gently, his lips lovingly caressing you as he placed other kisses to your face and neck, effectively calming you down. 

 Yixing slid back and removed his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, taking your panties off as well. Earlier you had realized that Yixing was an extremely handsome man, but really, he was so beautiful in that moment that it hurt to look at him. His muscles rippled underneath his golden skin, as he kissed you all the way from your thighs to you lips. His gentle voice murmured, "I know it might be too late to ask but, do you want this _____?" 

 You looked up at him desperately love, need, frustration, all mixed together as you slipped your arms around him, "I want you, Yixing. I love you." 

 Shock and happiness spread across his features as he buried his face into you neck, lacing his finger with yours as he whispered back, "I love you too." 

 Without a second thought, he reached down and guided is painfully erect member into your soaking heat. He gasped out at the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock and the way you dug your nails into the skin of his back as you wailed his name. Although he wanted nothing more than to plow into you until you forgot your name, he kissed the fingers of your joined hands soothingly, "You feel so good ______." 

 After the pain subsided enough, you whispered, your breath catching in your throat, "Move, please!..." 

 Yixing's eyes widened for a second as if realizing he wasn't moving and began to pump into you at a punishing pace. You gasped at the way his hips flicked into you, watching as his abdominal muscles would tighten and relax. Watching his face contort with pleasure and the way he licked his lips was completely hypnotizing. You let out soft breathy gasps, your quivering voice moaning his name, as the pleasure overtook you.  

 Your legs trembled as he quickened his pace after your breathing increased rapidly, "Ah! _____!" You loved the way he would gasp your name when he pulled out to halfway and slammed himself brutally back into your core, his arms shaking to keep him up.  

 Eventually you got braver and began to say things that would normally make you blush, "Ah! Yes, Yixing, right there! Harder." He responded in kind, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his thrusts became more erratic and wild. You felt yourself walking on a tightrope, the rope dangerously close to snapping. Your walls began to tighten as your release came closer and closer. 

 Yixing could feel it too because he began to growl, "Come for me, ___. Scream for me." The tightrope was at its breaking point when Yixing suddenly slammed into you with so much force, that he thrust into your g-spot once and you were done. The rope snapped and you were sent screaming as Yixing continued to thrust into you, desperate for his own release. 

 Suddenly, he was there with you too; and the two of you were screaming each other's name, his hot seed shooting into you and your walls squeezing his member as he let out groan after groan. It took a good minute for the two of you to ride out your highs, wanting to give as much as you could to one another. 

 Yixing didn't pull out immediately, instead he leaned down and peppered your face with kisses, ever the gentleman, waiting for you to calm down. He reluctantly pulled out of you, making you wince painfully, knowing you'd be feeling him down there for a while.  

 Concern was written all over his face as he laid down in the bed and pulled you to his chest, tucking the both of you under the covers. He kissed your swollen lips and let you stroke his soft hair as he murmured, "Are you okay ____?" 

 You grinned up at him, toothy and sleepy , "Of course I am, Yixing." 

 He smiled down as you closed your eyes happily, his wonderful dimples showing, "I love you."