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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head, defiance sparking in your grin. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Here you were, at your new school for 4 months and you had only managed to make one friend. Everytime she invited you out with more people, something came up and you hadn't really been able to meet more people who you vibed with. Lisa had quickly become your best friend. And while you loved this school, you almost regretted transfering, due to your current predicament. When a guy from one of your classes, Mark, had asked you out, you hesitantly accepted. He was nice enough in class but now he was weird and making you uncomfortable.

“What kind of things do you like to do?” You ask, trying to bring on some kind of conversation.

“I'll like whatever you do.” He smiles, reaching over the table to grab your hand. You quickly pull it back, pretending to itch your leg.

“You don't have any hobbies?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You wanted to get the fuck out if here.

“You. You'll be my hobby. I could look at you all day.” He smiles. That made you groan.

“I think you need to have your own hobbies. Staring at me is not a hobby.” You say, checking your phone. You quickly typed a message to Lisa, begging her to call you with an emergency. It's only been 30 minutes of this date but you couldn't do it anymore.

Seconds later your phone rang, Lisa's name popping up on the screen. You gave Mark a slight smile before answering. She was laughing on the other end, but you put on a pretty convincing performance.

“What? Oh, Lisa!” You exclaim. “Yes of course, I will be right there.” You finish.

“Meet me at the Rook.” She says before hanging Up.

“I'm so sorry Mark, I have to go.” You tell him, grabbing your purse. “There's an emergency.”

“What happened?” He asks.

Fuck, you hadn't thought that far.

“Her…dad was hit by a..dog.” You stutter. “Yeah, just zoomed right under him, took him right out. He's in the hospital.” You say. “Thank you for a..evening.” You finish before darting out of the diner. You decided to walk, since you weren't far from the bar she wanted to meet at.

Pulling open the doors, you're met immediately with Lisa at a table with a few others you hadn't met yet. Others that would soon become just as close to you as Lisa.

“Y/N!” She screams, giving you a giant hug. “This is Jennie and Rose, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun.” She smiles introducing you to everyone. “So, how was your date?” She asks. You settle in at the table and begin telling them all about the 30 minutes you had just spent with Mark.

“He kept trying to touch me, saying that he'd do whatever I wanted him to do.” You sigh. “It was all very weird and he made me extremely uncomfortable.” You finish, finishing off your drink.

“Who made you uncomfortable?” You hear a deep voice from beside you. You glance over and see quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever seen. He was tall, black hair parted just right. He wore a nicely fitting shirt, dark ripped jeans. He pulled up a chair beside you, sitting down and smiled at you.

“Ah, Y/N, this is Chanyeol.” Lisa smiles. “Y/N was just telling us about her date tonight.”

“If you could even call it that.” You laugh. “I only lasted 30 minutes before Lisa called me with an emergency.”

“Speaking of, what did you tell him the emergency was?” She asked.

You covered your face in embarrassment.

“I never said I was good at lying.” You start to defend yourself. “Your dad was hit by a dog.” You start to laugh. “It zoomed under him and took him out.”

Everyone stared at you before the table erupted in laughter.

“Oh my poor dad.” She laughs.

**

A few hours and a few drinks later, you were all paying your tabs, but first exchanging numbers with everyone at the table. You'd all made a plan in a few weekends to get together, there just happened to be a party at the EXO frat, and you, Lisa, Jennie and Rose were going to attend. You were happy to finally be making some new friends.

“Are you sure you're okay to get home?” Lisa asks you, as you sway outside the bar.

“I um, think so.” You giggle.

“Yeah okay.” She laughs. “Jongin?” she says, motioning towards you.

“I'll happily get her home.” He smiles, fuck he was hot. You glanced over at Chanyeol, but he had already turned to walk away.

Jongin wraps his arm around your waist, heading in the direction of your address, that Lisa had told him.

You shouldn't have drank so much

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of your apartment door, trying to unlock it, but it really didn't help that you were seeing two of the locks.

“Here.” Jongin laughs, taking your keys from you. He unlocks your door, allowing you to stumble in. He hands your keys back to you. You mumble a thank you as you walk in and crash on the house. You can faintly hear Jongin chuckle as he closes your front door. You wanted to get up to go to your bed, but unfortunately your body was already down for the count. You snuggled into the couch and very quickly drifted off to sleep.

**

You swear to god you felt like you died. You rolled off the couch, your neck was stiff, your body hurt. This is why you never slept on the couch, you felt like an old, frail woman after whose body was failing her.

“Fuck.” You cry out, trying to move your neck around as you make your way to the bathroom. You turn on your shower, as hot as you're able to stand before checking your phone. You'd been added to a group chat with all that you met last night. They were talking about their upcoming week, until Jongin asked about you.

[From: Jongin 10:08am] How are you feeling this morning, Y/N? 🤣

[From: Lisa 10:08am] she probably feels like shit lol

[To: Group 10:10am] hangover wise, I feel great. Body wise? I slept on my couch and I have a hunchback now.

[From: Baekhyun 10:11am] don't die on us now

[To: Group 10:12am] no promises. I'm pretty fucked up ha.

[From: Jongin 10:15am] I can straighten you out if you need

You stared at your phone with your mouth hanging open. Did he? Was he really hitting on you? Your phone dinged again.

[From: Lisa 10:16am] I'M SORRY WHAT

[From: Kyungsoo 10:16am] I'm going to throw up my breakfast.

[From: Jongin 10:17am] STRETCHING. You fucking pervs. But I mean.. 😉

You set your phone down, and got into the shower. Would you take Jongin up on the stretching? Probably not, the hot water was already helping. However, would you take him up on sex if he offered? Possibly, but there was one face you just couldn't get out of your head.

**

The weeks went by, and you spent more and more time with Lisa, Jennie, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun and Chanyeol. You didn't see Chanyeol as much, but you would see him around school every once in a while and when you would see him, you were met with a smile and a wave. You really wanted to hangout with him more.

The night of the party finally arrived, you were getting ready with Lisa, Jennie and Rose. The way you all acted together, no one would have known that you had only met the other two a few weeks ago, it was like you'd known them for years. Music blasted through Jennies apartment as you all danced around while doing your makeup, hair and getting dressed. Pre-drinks flowed and already you were having so much fun, you couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night had in store for you. An hour or so later, the four of you walked into the house of EXO, immediately met by the smell of weed and sweat. People were drinking, smoking, dancing and it looked like everyone was having fun. You and Lisa made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink while Jennie and Rose went to talk to some people. After a few more shots, Lisa dragged you to the dance floor, where you both let loose. You felt a pair of hands slide behind you, grabbing your waist tightly. You looked up at Lisa who had a weird look on her face. Turning your head, you looked to see who was behind you. Immediately you were uncomfortable. It was Mark.

“Hi, baby.” He whispers into your ear. You look at Lisa with wide eyes, mouthing “help” to her.

“Bathroom break, c'mon Y/N.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you away from him. She pulls you upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

“Oh my god, thank you.” You breathe.

“Ew, what is he doing?” She says. “What did he say to you?”

“Hi baby.” You gag, remembering the feeling of his breath in your ear.

“Oh that's fucked up.” She laughs. You both wait a few minutes before you head out of the bathroom, looking down the hall to make sure he's not waiting for you. Luckily he isn't upstairs, and when you went downstairs, you didn’t see him. You breathed a sigh of relief. You and Lisa got another drink, heading back to the dance floor where you met the rest of the group. Hours had passed and you had forgotten about your little interaction with Mark. You had left the dance floor, sitting on the couch with someone you didn’t recognize immediately. He wore a sweater, ripped jeans and a hat that almost covered his face.

“You want a hit?” he asks, passing you a blunt. You’d smoked a few times before but not very often because of your parents. You happily took it, taking a few puffs before handing it back. He looks over at you, giving you a smile and that's when you saw.

“Chanyeol.” you smiled.

“Having fun?” he asks. You nod your head as you feel the weed mixed with alcohol hitting you.

“That may have been a bad idea.” you giggle. Chanyeol smiles at you. Before you can say anything, you’re being pulled off the couch by Jongin, who insists that you dance with him, so you do. His hands on your hips as you grind your ass into him, but your eyes never leave Chanyeol. He adjusts his hat, showing his eyes that are set on you. Chanyeol licks his lips as he watches you dance with Jongin, his hands moving up and down your body. Chanyeol leans forward, his eyes still trained on you, his arms now resting on his thighs.

When the song is over, Jongin asks if you want a drink, you decline, wanting to go back to Chanyeol but you were cut off.

“Hey you.” Mark smiles, stepping in front of you. “Why did you run off?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I've been with friends.” You say, trying to push your way past him, going anywhere else. He grabs your wrist, tightening his grip.

“Why are you trying to leave? I'm talking to you.” He snaps.

“Look Mark, you seem nice.” You say, glancing down at his hold on you. “But it's just not going to work out between us.” you finish, trying to get him to release your arm.

“Why not?” He asks, holding you tighter.

“I'm just not interested.” You say, fighting his grip a little harder now. You were beginning to panic. Everyone was in their own little worlds, no one realizing what was going on.

“You haven't even given me a chance.” he spits. You can't be nice anymore. He just wasn't getting it.

“I don't fucking like you.” You yell, pushing him with your free hand. His grip loosens a little, allowing you to rip your arm from his hand. You turn to walk away, catching the eyes of Chanyeol, who was looking at you with a concerned look. You start walking towards him when you're pulled away, Mark's hand back on your arm, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards the front door. You looked back for Chanyeol but he wasn't there. Mark continues to pull you through the crowd. Panic was really starting to set in, until you came to an abrupt stop.

“Move.” Mark yells. You look ahead, seeing Chanyeol blocking the way.

“She doesn’t seem interested, dude.” Chanyeol deadpans, glancing down at Mark’s hand on your wrist. He grabs Mark’s arm, swiftly moving Mark’s hand from you. “Don't touch her, or we're gonna have a fucking problem.”

Mark stares at Chanyeol for a moment before looking back at you. He gives you a wink before he walks away.

You let out a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding. “Thank you.” You say to Chanyeol.

“Can I take you home?” He asks. You quickly look around for the other girls to say goodbye, but you can't see them.

“Please.” You half smile at him, heading towards the door.

The walk home was pretty quiet, until you were close to your building and Chanyeol spoke up.

“So that guy..” he starts.

“Was the guy I went on a date with a few weeks ago.” You confirm.

“That's crazy.” He laughs. “I mean, I can see the appeal though.” He smiles.

“It's just right up here.” You tell him, pointing to the building coming up. “Would you.. want to come up for a drink or something?” You ask. Chanyeol nods his head, as you both make your way into the building.

You really had planned on having a drink, but as you closed your door behind you, Chanyeol turned around, looking your body up and down. He stepped towards you, you stepped back, backing into the door.

“Just say no if you want me to stop.” He whispers.

You say nothing.

He crashes his lips onto yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, both of your tongues tangling together as he deepens the kiss, pushing his body against yours. You quickly discard your coat onto the floor, never breaking the kiss. Chanyeol bends down, his lips leaving yours and moving to your neck as he puts his arms under your thighs, effortlessly picking you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall once again, freeing his hands as you're still wrapped around his body.

“Hope you didn't like this shirt too much.” He groans, Using both his hands to rip open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

That was so fucking hot.

He pulls the shirt off of you, throwing it wherever, he kisses your neck, moving down your chest. You flick his hat from his head, upset that you were the only one half naked.

“Bedroom?” he asks.

“Kitchen table.” You breathe.

He smirks, walking you to the table. He lays you down, pulling his shirt off in front of you.

Holy fuck.

He was a lot more muscular than you had originally assumed, he looked so fucking good. He reaches up, grabbing the waist of your jeans, he tugs them down, discarding them on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You place your feet on the table as Chanyeol kneels down in front of you, peppering kisses between your thighs. You're so fucking wet, desperate and needy right now and this was not helping.

“Please.” You pant.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” He says, moving closer to your pussy but not close enough.

“Eat me.” You groan, spreading your legs even more. Chanyeol licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, spreading your lips before he licks a strip up your wet pussy.

Fuck

“Mhmm.” Chanyeol groans, latching his lips to your clit. You back arches as he continues to lick and suck on your clit. Your eyes are closed as you feel him reach up, grabbing your tits, squeezing as he devours you. Your toes curl as he moves his mouth quicker, your hands make their way to his hair, gripping tightly as you push his face deeper into you, grinding your cunt on his face.

“Oh my fucking God.” You cry out, your orgasm building quickly. “Shit, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You whimper just as your orgasm hits you, your eyes roll back into your head as your body works through the pure fucking euphoria you were feeling. Chanyeol takes one last slurp as he stands up, his rock hard cock pressing against his jeans.

He gives you a cocky smile as you sit up, your head spinning uncontrollably. “Wow.” You whisper, sliding off the table and down to your knees. You fumble with the button of his pants for a second before you get it undone, yanking his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock spring free.

You grab the base of him with your hand, licking the precum from his tip, before letting him shove his cock down your throat, as far as he could. You gag on him as he grips your hair. He thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, tears falling down your cheeks, making your mascara run.

“Your fucking mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans, giving you one more hard thrust, before pulling his cock out. “I don't want to cum yet.” He breathes. You stand up, staring at him, he takes his thumb, smearing your mascara even more.

“Fuck that's hot.” he groans, bending you over the table. He stands behind you, his hard hands on your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance, his large cock stretching you out.

You cry out loudly as he shoves himself into you as far as he can go. He slowly pulls himself out before slamming back into you. Chanyeol grabs your hair, taking a clump in his hand to pull your head back before picking up his pace. His cock slams into you, hitting the perfect spot to build up another orgasm

“Right there, fuck, don't stop.” You scream. He lets go of your hair, pushing your head down, pressing your face into the table as he rams into you.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He groans, not slowing down. Your apartment fills with the sounds of your skin slapping together, moans coming from both of you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air as you came all over his cock, tightening your pussy around him. He pounds into you for a few more seconds before he finishes, releasing his cum inside of you.

He stands with his cock still inside you for a few seconds, both of you catching your breath. He pulls out of you, asking where the bathroom was. You continue to lay on the table, pointing in a direction, you weren't quite sure which one but he'd find it. You couldn't move, your legs didn't want to work right now. When he came out, he chuckled at you still laying against the table.

“Need some help?” He asks.

“please.” you half laugh. “I'm weak.”

Chanyeol laughs, scooping you up, taking you to your room, that he saw on the way to the bathroom. He laid you in your bed, covering you up with your blanket. He grabs your phone doing something quickly with it before pulling out his phone. He looks at it briefly, furrowing his brows.

“I gotta go, but I'll text you.” He smiles. You nod your head, your eyes already closed. chanyeol leans down, placing a small kiss on your lips before heading out.

Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.

Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”

Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.

He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.

That was enough to make her tremble all over.

“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.

Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.

Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.

One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.

The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.

They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.

It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.

She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.

He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.

Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.

Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.

Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.

Mainly because he was between her legs when he started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.

His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.

Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.

For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.

But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.

She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.

Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found her throbbing clit.

Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.

Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.

She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.

Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.

His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.

But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.

She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.

When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.

"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.

Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.

Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.

She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.

He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.

He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.

Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.

“You take my cock so well.”

"Fuck."

Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.

Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.

"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.

He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.

“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.

Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.

He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.

“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.

He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.

“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.

Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.

He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.”

Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.

Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.

“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.

"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.

Sehun laughed, bitterly.

“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”

Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.

Did Sehun like her? Since when?

“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.

She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.

“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.

One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.

But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.

“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.

And he looked at her, completely hurt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”

An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.

She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.

“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.

However, he stopped her, holding her arm.

"Come to my home."

She took a deep breath before looking at him.

“Jongin, but Sehun-”

“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."

She smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?"

He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.

“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”

She bit her lower lip.

“No more sex in the studio?”

He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.

“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”

It was your first time visiting home since you’d moved out months ago to go to grad school. You’d missed the place. You were looking forward to sleeping in your childhood bed and eating your mom’s cooking and playing with your baby half-sister, Mimi. You were even looking forward to your step dad's diatribes on politics and the future of the country. The one thing you weren’t looking forward to was–

“Hey YN,” Chanyeol, your step brother, opened the door with a small smile on his face. He was currently serving in the military and had a couple days off to be at home. Chanyeol’s father had married your mother when the both of you were 16. He and his father had moved into the house you and your mother shared and although it was initially an adjustment, you were happy to see your mother so happy after such a long time. You’d never known your own father, being the product of a one-night stand during your mother’s younger, wilder years, and your stepfather seemed to balance out her somewhat flighty personality.

“Hey Chanyeol,” you said, a little uneasily. The only issue was your super hot, tall, stepbrother. As soon as you met Chanyeol the first time, you felt an immediate attraction to him. And he obviously felt the same as within a few weeks of him moving in all those years ago, the two of you had ended up in bed together, losing your virginities to each other.

As time went on, you and Chanyeol began having sex whenever your parents were out. Every single time you swore it would be the last time, but try as you might, you couldn’t resist him. It wasn’t just sex. Chanyeol was funny and sweet and jovial and just so much fun to be around. You didn’t understand how you were expected not to fall for him.

He pulled your luggage from your hand without asking and began to carry it to your room. You followed him, “Where’s my mom? And your dad?” The house was quiet, not bustling with activity the way it usually was with a toddler buzzing around.

“They took Mimi to her dentist appointment,” Chanyeol replied, putting your bag down beside your bed. Mimi was the sister that you and Chanyeol shared, a cherub-faced two-year-old who was excessively doted on by both her mother and her father. It was sweet, like they were both desperate to do the parenting thing right this time now that they had a partner to do it with. “They just left so they probably won’t be home for an hour or two.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the feeling in your gut. “Well, that’s a shame. I’ll just wait for them then, I guess.” You were being awkward, which wasn’t like you. But you felt awkward and you didn’t really know how to hide it. Spending time alone with Chanyeol was dangerous. You were your weakest self when you were with him.

“YN,” Chanyeol said suddenly, grabbing your hand. You froze, looking into his eyes for the first time since you got home. “Come on. Shouldn’t we talk?” He rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb, a familiar gesture. It was enough to make you feel slightly flustered.

“Chanyeol…” you let out shakily, “There isn’t really anything to talk about, is there? It’s wrong.” You tried to end it last time you saw him. Really end it. You figured that now that you were going off to school, putting considerable distance between the two of you, maybe it would stick. But it still didn’t seem to do so for him.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it?” He pulled you in closer, moving his hand so that it was gripping your wrist now.

“Don’t do that. You know it is. Don’t start trying to justify it just because you’re horny and–”

“No. Don’t fucking demean it like that. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re in love with each other.”

“Shut up!” you said shrilly, terrified that someone would hear even though you knew that the two of you were alone in the house. “It doesn’t matter what you say or what you feel because it’s wrong.” You emphasised the last word as though Chanyeol were a simpleton and you were losing your patience with him. “You’re my brother.”

“Step brother. We’re not related by blood. Besides, it’s what you feel too,” he shot back, pulling you in even closer now and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You couldn’t help it. You put your hands on his chest. He just felt so solid and familiar and yours. He was your weakness and you’d never been particularly good at resisting temptation but you knew you needed to try.

“Loey, please,” you looked at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is. I said last time that it couldn’t happen again. It’s not right.”

“You say that every time,” Chanyeol said, ignoring your pleas. He forced a kiss onto your lips and just like that, it was as though a switch had been flipped in you. You melted into him, kissing him back. It was so fucking easy for him to make you surrender to him and you would’ve been ashamed if you weren’t so overwhelmed with desire. 

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist automatically, keeping your lips attached to his, tasting his familiar taste. The want for each other was palpable. You wanted this as much as he did and you both knew it.

Chanyeol put you down on your bed and got on top of you, moving down as he kissed and bit your neck. You didn’t stop him. You wanted to be marked by him. You’d figure out how to cover up the hickies later but right now all you wanted was to be owned by him, to be filled with him, to be fucked senseless on his cock.

You let him pull your top up over your head and expertly unsnap your bra. He pulled it off, throwing it to the ground and then grabbed your breasts with both of his hands and buried his face in them. He began squeezing and kissing them, biting them, taking your nipples between his teeth. Chanyeol loved your breasts. They were easily his favourite part of your body and he was like a kid in a candy store anytime he got his hands on them.

“Loey, let’s make it quick, huh?” you smiled, biting your lip. Even though Chanyeol had said your parents wouldn’t be back for a while, you were still slightly nervous.

“Sorry, you’ve just got perfect tits,” he said breathlessly. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you replied, teasingly. You knew Chanyeol was popular with women and that he slept around. It wasn’t like the two of you were together in any real sense of the word so you couldn’t really be upset about it. And he’d never been in any sort of serious relationship as far as you knew. 

“I don’t,” he said, more seriously than you’d anticipated. He pulled his own shirt off, reaching behind his neck and removing it the way guys did. He then unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your legs, taking your panties along with them. He stuck a large hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit. “What do you want?”

“I wanna ride you,” you said, fully naked now.

He smiled, “Good. I need to see those tits bounce.” You rolled your eyes as pulled his sweatpants and boxers off, laying down flat on his back.

“You really need to work on your dirty talk, you know?”

“Don’t need to be good at dirty talk with a cock like this,” Chanyeol said, stroking it a few times, hard already. Chanyeol did have a great cock. Well, he had a great everything but his cock was particularly nice, as far as they go. It was proportional to the rest of him, which meant big.

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied, mockingly. You got on top of him and grabbed it, lowering yourself on to his length, moaning wantonly as you did so.

“I missed your pussy,” Chanyeol said, looking at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Yeah? You’ve been thinking about it?”

“I have,” he said, thrusting up into you. He grabbed your hips, pushing you down onto him and grinding up into you. “Have you been thinking about me?”

You stuttered a little, “N– Not at all,” you lied and Chanyeol smirked.

“Brat,” Chanyeol said, giving your ass a squeeze with both hands, making you let out a little squeal. You bent down to lock his lips in a kiss, a rough, sloppy one. He bit your bottom lip and tugged it before letting go. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You straightened up again and smiled, bouncing on his cock with your dripping wet cunt.. He eyed your jiggling breasts and let out a little growl. His cock throbbed as you continued to ride him gently, building up more intensity with each passing second. He watched his length disappearing inside you over and over again.

“God, your cock feels good, Chanyeol,” you moaned, throwing your head back. It really did. It sounded cheesy, almost comical even, but no man fit you quite like Chanyeol did. You felt waves of pleasure building up in your core.

“Fuck yeah it does. Ride me just like that,” he responded, thrusting up into you faster. You were meeting each other’s rhythm and you whimpered being hit in all the right spots.

No one knew your body like your step brother did, as fucked up as that was to say. You’d slept with a handful of other men and none of them had ever made you feel even close to what Chanyeol could. He took turns squeezing and smacking your ass. He wanted to leave marks behind, you knew that, a handprint or a bruise he could tease you about later. You quickened your pace, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Chanyeol did as well.

“Only I can get you like this, hmm? Coming apart on my cock like a dirty whore?” he said, speeding up even more. It was like he was so in tune with you that he could read your mind sometimes.

“Only you, Chanyeol,” you mewled and he looked at you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You’re so pretty like this… I’m gonna cum in this tight little pussy… Knock you up. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Chanyeol, fill me up. I want you to do whatever you like,” you said, knowing you were on birth control and the chances of you actually getting pregnant were minimal, but the breeding thing seemed to be a favourite of his so you always indulged it.

“And then with your belly round and your tits leaking milk, everyone will know,” he said, his voice low, “that you’re a dirty whore who seduced her step brother by acting like a slut.”

“I’m not a slut,” you protested meekly.

“Yes, you are,” he replied, punctuating it with a particularly hard thrust. “You’re the worst kind of slut. You’re a slut for your step brother’s cock.”

Shame filled you but so did arousal. You knew that the sinfulness of this was part of why it was so pleasurable, so thrilling. The fact that you had to keep this a dirty little secret between the two of you heightened every single feeling.

“I’m going to cum, Ch–,” you began but your orgasm interrupted you in the middle of your sentence, making you throw your head back and moan. This was enough for Chanyeol who followed soon after, thrusting quickly a few times before he came inside you with a groan. You felt his seed inside of you and you couldn’t deny there was a tiny part of you that wished he would get you pregnant so you could be marked by him in the most permanent way.

You lay in each other’s arms on your single bed with Chanyeol’s large body taking up most of it whilst coming down from your respective orgasms.

“It could work, you know? We could make it work,” he said. He didn’t have to elaborate, you knew exactly what he was talking about. You’d had this discussion many times before and it always ended the same.

“We can’t,” you said simply. “You know we can’t.”

“We could move somewhere far away. Another country even. It would be like starting fresh. We’d have no ties to anyone. No one would even have to know.”

You sighed. Chanyeol always got like this after sex. He’d always propose some far-fetched plan where your relationship could work and you always had to talk him down, to disappoint him. You hated doing it every time.

“I can’t abandon my mom. Or Mimi. Would you be able to leave all your friends and family?”

“For you, yeah,” he said and it felt like he’d reached into your chest and squeezed your heart in his hand. You didn’t expect him to say that, especially so nonchalantly. 

“Please,” you said, a little desperately, “Let’s just enjoy this… these stolen moments. I know it’s not ideal but it’s all we’re meant to have,” you said, trying to sound reasonable even though it was tearing you apart inside to do so. 

Chanyeol said nothing, tensing her jaw for a second before relaxing it again, “Yeah. It’s just not enough anymore.”

“Are you mad?” you asked, carefully. 

“No. But I need to tell you something.”

“Tell me what? You’re not pregnant, are you?” you joked, trying to add some levity to a situation that was feeling increasingly tense.

“I met a woman,” Chanyeol said. “She’s great. I like her a lot. She’s not you, but…” He trailed off.

He what? You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your throat felt tight. 

“But what?” you asked, not wanting to know but also needing to know. You were frightened of what you were going to hear and you almost thought he was joking until he continued.

“The relationship is getting serious. I can see myself with her in the future. I won’t say I love her, not yet anyway, but…” He cleared his throat. “If you really mean it, if you’re really serious about not wanting to be with me… I’m gonna make things official with her. Introduce her to the family and everything.”

“Oh,” was all you said. It was all you could say. Your heart was breaking in real time and you were trying not to cry. It was wrong of you to be upset, selfish even, but you couldn’t help it. Unwittingly, you’d always thought of Chanyeol as yours, even when you were ending things with him over and over again.

“So I guess I wanted to say it’s now or never. It’s up to you,” he said solemnly.

The choice weighed heavily on you. You couldn’t imagine never having Chanyeol again. The stolen kisses and glances. Sneaking out to the car to fuck in secret. The road trips that you’d taken together, the only times you two could play the normal couple you wanted to be. It would all be gone just like that?

Not to mention the fact that you hated the idea of him with another woman, touching her, making love to her, being in love with her. Simply put, it was soul crushing.

But then you thought of your mother, who’d worked so hard to raise you despite the difficulties of being a young, single mom. And your friends. And school and work and the life that you had here. And sweet little Mimi, the sister you and Chanyeol shared who looked at you like you hung the moon. How could you leave all of them behind? It would be horrible and selfish and you’d miss them terribly. It was impossible.

“I can’t, Loey. I’m sorry. I love you. I do love you. But I can’t. You should… continue things with this girl,” you said with a tone of finality. It was truly over now, your love story, you knew that.

Chanyeol said nothing, his face stony. He sat up and pulled his clothes on quickly, getting up and walking out of your room without looking at you. Saying you were devastated would have been an understatement. You were broken.

You got up and went to your bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside without even waiting for it to warm up. The water hit your body and you finally broke down in tears. You knew you’d made the right decision, but right now the pain was almost unbearable. You cried and cried, sitting on the floor of the shower until you felt like you were out of tears. You were grieving the loss of the only man you ever loved and you didn’t know when you’d ever be okay again.

‘Did you not?’ You huffed, crossing your arms on your chest. ‘I assume you also do not recall running your mouth about my nipples?’

Baekhyun licked his lips nervously and swallowed.

He remembered. He remembered how he initiated his own demise. Was he for real? And for such a nonsensical argument too…

Baekhyun dropped on his knees right in front of you, and you almost jumped from the sound of him crashing on the floor so dramatically.

‘Y/N-ie, I was in the wrong.’ He said, hugging your legs. ‘I’m sorry.’

When your ass is on the line, nothing would be beneath you, not even begging, right?

However, this did not faze you at all. You were so used to his antics that it only made you even more determined not to let him off the hook.

‘Oh, but Baekhyunie… What should we do? You’ve already purchased the device for the execution.’

This was the reason why Baekhyun avoided drinking as best he could. He didn’t just get himself into the most ridiculous entanglements, he also acted whimsically on his urges. Say, going to a specialized shop to buy the fluffiest looking tail butt plug and a pair of fluffy ears to match. He went as far as to tell the poor cashier that he was going to put it to very good use.

Well, he didn’t specify on whom.

‘Worry not, my love. I got some nipple clamps and a collar to complete your-’

‘Ba-abe-’ He muttered desperately into your thigh, hugging your hips even tighter. ‘Please, I can’t do it…’

‘Why is that?’ You huffed, although unable to resist the temptation to ruffle his soft blonde hair with your right hand.

‘I just can’t,’ he whined childishly, offering no reasoning.

‘It’s funny how you assumed that I was gonna do it the second we ‘confirm’ that you’re right. And now you’re a groveling mess at a mere thought, and I’m supposed to be the better man?’

Baekhyun knew you were right.

He also knew that if he whined for a bit longer, you would probably leave him be. But your words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was pretty obnoxious about this when you made the damn bet, and he was the one who initially suggested the punishment. And he was so sure he was right that he didn’t even try for a second to step into the loser’s shoes. He didn’t think it through, and now he had to stand by his word and meet his fate like a man. This was only fair to you. Maybe a little less fair to his butt.

You craned your neck forward to peek when Baekhyun became silent for too long. He did make you kinda angry earlier, you weren’t gonna lie, and you were almost determined to make him suffer for it. But he was still your partner, and you loved him. So, when you noticed that he was getting way too stressed about it, your hand moved smoothly to pet his hair calmingly.

‘Baekhyun-ah…’

‘I’ll do it.’ He said curtly.

His voice sounded small and dispirited, and it took you another second to catch his meaning.

‘Huh?’

This time, he made an effort to sound more confident.

‘I said, I’ll do it.’

~

That exchange took place last week. And he still couldn’t do it.

He made an unenthused attempt on that very day, actually. Made a huge mess on the bed, trying to utilize massage oil to get himself ready. Instead, he simply oiled up all of the sheets, and his entire body, and didn’t manage to get the butt plug anywhere near his ass. He was screeching and wailing and groaning – all that without getting it even 0.1 inch in.

You felt like watching it was worse than just doing it yourself.

‘Babe, just give up. I don’t want you to suffer like this.’

‘No. I said I’ll do it, so I will, I just need to prepare. Shall we reschedule for Saturday?’

He had probably hoped that Saturday would never arrive, but it did. And even then, he had yet to muster the courage to take on his punishment with dignity.

But it’d been an hour, and you were getting tired of watching him huffing and puffing, crying about the injustices of life and his poor asshole. He was buck naked the entire time too.

‘I’m also cold… Why is it so cold in our house? Can’t we afford heating? I should try and earn more money…’

You sighed.

‘Baekhyun, it’s not gonna work.’ You stretched your arms and legs before sitting down next to him. ‘Either quit it or let me do it for you.’

‘You? Do it for me?’ He shook his head. ‘Impossible. I’d like to preserve at least some dig-’

‘Lie flat on your belly. Right now.’ You ordered strictly.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

You smiled at his sudden obedience. He obviously trusted you to help him get it over with, but preferred to be strongarmed into doing this. To preserve some ‘dignity’.

‘Just relax, baby. You’re way too tense.’

Climbing on top of him, you poured some of that massage oil onto his bare back. You ran your palms up along his spine smoothly, and Baekhyun grunted like an old man.

‘God, you are just one giant knot.’ You muttered, putting a little more force into it.

Another muffled grunt escaped his mouth, this time sounding a bit more like a moan.

‘Here, here, grandpa. You can entrust yourself to me. Both your back and your butt.’

He grumbled into the pillow, and you could not make out his words. Instead, you went up his shoulders to knead the back of his neck. This spot was always sore, and he did not surprise you by suddenly going tense and groaning loudly before deflating into a lax mess.

‘You know what, Y/N…’ He mumbled between sighs of contentment. ‘You can fuck me in my ass right now and I won’t object.’

‘That’s the plan,’ you giggled, satisfaction washing over you just from seeing his reaction to your touch.

Of course, you knew all of his spots, both physical and emotional. It did not take you long to turn him into a whimpering puppy. The only thing missing was the tail.

‘Seriously though,’ Baekhyun spoke up hoarsely. ‘I think I’m getting hard.’

You tugged your shirt off and leaned onto his back, allowing him to feel your half-naked body.

‘Good for you,’ you purred into his ear, chuckling as he squirmed.

Hand snaking under his abdomen, you found yourself squeezing his length.

‘You’re not ‘getting hard’, baby. You are hard,’ you hummed, giving him a couple abrupt pumps before running your oily fingers over his lower stomach. ‘Let’s get you ready.’

Baekhyun whined and hugged his pillow, while you crawled towards the edge of your bed to get the discarded lube. When you shuffled closer to him again, you couldn’t resist slapping his cute round butt.

‘Ouch!’ He yelped just for the sake of it.

‘Don’t be so sensitive, sweetie,’ you mocked him lovingly.

‘You mean!’ He answered sulkily.

‘I am very nice! And I wouldn’t start a quarrel with me if I were you. My finger’s about to be shoved up your ass quite literally.’

He was whinging again, but quickly recollected himself, throwing a blue glove at your face.

‘At least use this.’

‘Are we playing doctor?’ You teased him lightheartedly.

‘Y/N, I’m gonna die. I’m literally dying.’

‘Okay, okay.’ You capitulated, putting the glove on. ‘Drama queen.’

It wasn’t like you were a pro in this either. He was the one who had put you in this position, not that you’d asked to do this. However, you did use the time in between his last attempt to pop his anal cherry and today to gather some helpful information. So, you were intending on using it to your benefit tonight.

‘You will like it more than me, that you can count on,’ you reassured him.

‘I seriously doubt it,’ he grumbled before jumping up. ‘Ah-ah-ah, what are you doing, I’m not ready!’

‘Sorry, I poured too much lube by accident,’ you smiled sheepishly. ‘Lie back down before it gets smeared all over the sheets.’

He kept complaining under his breath but obeyed.

‘Can you like… perk up your butt a little?’ You asked, trying to find a comfortable position to start.

‘No.’ He shot back unapologetically. ‘I’ll die.’

‘Why do you keep dying before anything happens?’ You reproached him. ‘You are such a pussy.’

Baekhyun turned his head around dramatically to glare at you.

‘What?’ You stared back. ‘Did I lie? Am I wrong?’

He turned back to his pillow and slightly repositioned himself, bending his right knee.

‘Good. Arch your back a little too.’ You pressed on his lower back, and he grumbled again.

‘You hate my guts, don’t you?’

‘I love you a million, baby.’ You replied with a smile, barely containing a schoolgirl giggle from locating his asshole. ‘Wow, I didn’t expect you to prepare. How neat.’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ he replied, also laughing despite his embarrassment and frustration.

You traced his butt cheek with your index finger before rubbing his anus lightly.

‘Oh shit-’ He tensed up under the pad of your finger, and cursed again.

Giving him some time to adjust to the light strokes, you kept spreading lube over his sphincter.

‘Are you still dying, hon?’ You inquired. ‘Try to relax.’

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ he gurgled into the pillow he kept holding onto.

‘We can stop if you-’

‘Just get it over with! And then I can proceed and finalize my death.’

‘What an honorable man,’ you noted sarcastically. ‘If you squeeze your butt like that, I won’t be able to do anything.’

He huffed like an intimidating hedgehog, and then sighed, giving up the last of his pride.

‘Okay. Just please don’t rip my ass.’

‘Have you seen the size of this plug? You’ll live.’

As soon as he relaxed enough for you to try something, you probed at his ring of muscles again. Praising him for keeping it more or less slack, you were able to insert one digit.

He was now only communicating in breathy curses, so you added more lubrication before slipping your finger out and inserting it back in just as carefully. It took a while for Baekhyun to get used to it and stop resisting the intrusion, and you were beginning to feel more and more like a doctor performing a procedure on him.

‘You’re doing great, baby. Two fingers in.’

‘Y/N… I can’t do this…’ He muttered feverishly, and you knew he didn’t mean it.

Frankly, he looked like he was simply in denial about enjoying this. But he had no idea that you would not rest until you found the most intriguing spot. It was the only reason you had agreed to the whole thing. You were curious about what would happen if you located it and stroked over it gently.

Like so.

‘A-a-ah!’ He jolted, and squeezed your fingers almost painfully.

‘What?’ You asked, unsure about his reaction.

‘That- what was that?’ He muttered, gripping the pillow case with his fist.

‘Did it hurt?’

‘It hurts now… But not before.’

‘It wouldn’t hurt if you relax! And I think it was your prostate. Didn’t know it’s that sensitive though.’

‘My wha-’

‘Can I stroke it again?’ You asked, enthusiasm reignited in you, despite getting rather stiff from the position you had to be in.

‘No! Leave my prostate alone,’ he barked, yet perked his ass up higher.

‘Getting mixed signals here. Should I read your ‘no’ as a ‘yes please’?’

‘Y/N…’ He whined, and you circled his spot again. ‘If you do, I think- I think I’m going to-’

‘Die?’

‘Come…’

You oh-ed in surprise. Not that you didn’t do your research, but the pace of this was unexpected.

‘Not yet. There’s one little thing left.’

You slowly slipped your fingers out of him, making him groan.

Finally, the intricate sex toy was in your hand, ready to be deployed. In several modes too, but your wrought-up partner didn’t need to know just yet. Thus, you had placed an important appliance under one of the pillows earlier.

After holding it for a few moments to make it comfortably warm – Baekhyun was a whiny little bitch, after all – you spread a sufficient amount of lube on it to make sure it’d fit easily.

Baekhyun could be heard cursing again.

‘Okay, come to momma.’

He emitted a growl, which thinned out into a whine.

You sat next to him and stroked his butt cheeks. Now that you were thinking of it, he would look pretty good with a fluffy tail. You didn’t know you had it in you, but now you certainly felt aroused at the thought of pulling at it as he fucked you. Wouldn’t that be just perfect?

‘Shit, it’s cold!’ He complained as soon as you pressed the metal body of the plug to his hole.

‘You are very high-maintenance, did you know that?’ You complained right back. ‘Take it if you wanna finish tonight.’

‘Why do you hate me so mu- a-ah-’

The plug slipped into him with much less resistance than you’d anticipated, and all that was visible now was the tail.

‘How is it?’ You asked, genuinely curious. ‘Baekhyunie? How does it feel?’

He kept breathing through it for another minute, and then managed to retort.

‘Like it doesn’t belong there…’ He tried to glance at his poor ass, but gave up halfway. ‘My life is a joke…’

‘I bet it is.’

He made an effort to glare at you.

‘Get over here.’ His angelic blond hair made him appear much less menacing than he wanted to.

You stretched out next to him, but not before removing the rest of your clothes to become equally as naked.

‘Fuck.’ Baekhyun cursed, burying his face in your breasts. ‘Remind me to never argue with you again, ever…’

‘I thought you were having fun,’ you ruffled his hair a bit, while he was letting you.

‘Yah. The pain in my butt hole isn’t really aligning with my idea of fun.’

You shoved him back slightly to get him off your chest, and groped his ass. The disturbance made him flinch, although not entirely displeased.

‘How would you react if I told you that this cute fluffy thing actually has a pretty handy remote?’

The blond looked confused, but only for a second – before you gripped at the base of his ‘tail’ and angled it.

‘Ah! Fuck this shit!’ Baekhyun moan-yelled, confirming that the toy was damn near his spot.

Chuckling at this, you leaned in to kiss his bare shoulder and reached under the pillow in the search of the said appliance.

‘There it is.’ You showed Baekhyun the remote. ‘I bet this will be nice.’

You clicked once, not giving your partner a chance to say anything.

‘Oh shit-’ He jolted in your arms, and clenched his jaw. ‘Y/N…’

‘I know, baby. I won’t ramp it up much.’ You promised, pressing your index finger to one of his nipples.

The tiny bud was firm, and you could see Baekhyun shiver from the touch.

‘Should’ve clamped them in the beginning…’ You mused, gradually increasing the vibration of the toy. ‘Does this feel alright?’

Baekhyun moaned in response.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you snickered.

He didn’t let you laugh for much longer though, grabbing your waist and pushing you back down. Opening your legs roughly, he got between them and instantly pressed his hard cock against your labia.

‘Fucking hell-’ He gritted out, as soon as his hips snapped forward, disturbing the plug inside him.

‘This is kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie,’ you sighed, stroking his lower back. ‘Move or I will level your ass massage up again.’

‘Fuck no, I already feel like I could come…’ Baekhyun replied quickly, slowly retracting his pelvis before swaying it into you. ‘Shit, Y/N, it just feels so weird-’

‘Weird but nice, right?’ You lowered your hand to tug on his ‘tail’ again.

‘Oh god please-’ He sighed, dropping his head on your shoulder.

You could feel him shake every time you adjusted the toy. It was definitely affecting his prostate, and the sobbing he tried to muffle by your skin only confirmed it.

‘Babe,’ he moaned, renewing his slow thrusts into you. ‘You want my death or what?’

Snickering at his words, you playfully scratched his upper back with both hands.

‘Faster.’ You replied simply, grasping the remote again.

Baekhyun focused on delivering upon your request, and you physically shuddered with him. The vibration was quite literally driving him mad, so he was soon groaning in both pain and pleasure. His speech was incoherent, and you weren’t sure how many times you had clicked the button, but you could hear – almost feel – the vibration ripping through his tight muscles and abusing his prostate.

You knew his hips were moving on their own, more out of instinct rather than intent, but it was all fine. At this point, you just wanted him to finish. The buildup left both of you a complete mess, and the craving you had in you now was more of his euphoria, not yours.

‘I’m c- babe I’m-’ He tried to speak, but the intense sensation overwhelmed him to the point of squealing.

Readily clutching the remote, you pressed the button several times to avoid overstimulating him instead of prolonging his pleasure, and he still allowed a high-pitched whine to escape. He was trembling and writhing on top of you, and you could feel the hot creamy wetness pooling at your own entrance. The visual stimulation sent you into overdrive.

‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’ You moaned, eyes closing shut as you joined your partner in the oblivion.

~

It was at least half an hour later that you were finally able to untangle yourselves from each other, and free Baekhyun’s abused asshole. Not without him grunting and grumbling the entire time, of course.

‘Shit. I won’t be fucking sitting down for a fucking week.’ Your partner complained in a tired voice, flinching as his sphincter constricted again after the plug was removed.

‘Lying down is better anyways,’ you hummed, planting an impish kiss onto his butt cheek.

Baekhyun muttered something incoherent, and you were sure there was more diffident cursing in there.

You scooted closer to him and stroked his hair lovingly. Suddenly you realized that you did not employ all the inventory you had prepared.

‘Damn, we forgot about the ears and the collar too!’ You gasped. ‘Well, you can always wear them next time…’

You shrugged, trailing off, and turned to him, anticipating his reaction.

Baekhyun’s face assumed the most scandalized expression.

‘Next time?!’

Masterlist

Morning eludes you at times.

Countless times you have found yourself waking way past ten, but not with Junmyeon.

He prides himself on being an early riser, always managing to wake up at 8:30 no matter what time he goes to bed the night before. Not to mention him immediately wanting to begin his day productively.

This was something completely foreign to you.

Unless you had to do something in the morning, you always spent the beginning hours of your day wrapped in blankets and mindlessly scrolling. It was difficult to get out of bed some days, but that was how you liked it. 

Not your boyfriend.

Last night was the first time you ever spent the night at Junmyeon’s place. It was blissful: falling asleep in his arms while he read to you. Since you were a light sleeper, you felt him getting out of bed, tiredly pouting because you wanted him wrapped around you like the night before.

“Good morning,” he says, voice still heavy with sleep. You smile when he kisses you on the cheek, the softness of his lips echoing on your skin.

“Baby...” you hum, not opening your eyes. “Come back to bed.”

“Can’t. Gotta get ready.” He shakes you slightly, causing you to whine out. You give in and open your eyes, suddenly happy that you did so.

His hair was messy in that cute way it always was when he just wakes up. He also was wearing one of your favorite garments of his, an old wrinkly college sweatshirt you had only just recently returned to him. 

“There you are.” You giggle, reaching your arms out. He smiles, long dimples protruding from his face. He grabs your hands, pulling you so you’re now sitting up.

“You’re so pretty in the morning.” He whispers, kissing you on the forehead.

“Says you.”

Junmyeon brings you to the bathroom where all of your stuff is neatly laid out. You put on your spa headband, making sure all of your stray hairs are tucked away before turning the faucet on and splashing water onto your face. 

Junmyeon brushes his teeth as you spread your cleanser all over your face, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure every part is covered. What you don’t notice is your boyfriend watching you, a slight smile on his face. 

He spits his toothpaste into the sink and rinses his toothbrush before you go to rinse the cleanser off. As you pat your face dry, you see your boyfriend struggling to push his hair back to wash his own face.

“Do you need one of these?” You ask, pointing to your headband. He hesitates before nodding. “You can borrow mine, for now, but we’ll go get one for you today.” 

You remove your headband and put it on Junmyeon. As you push his hair back and slide the headband up, you look into his eyes, admiring the twinkle swimming in his irises. You adjust the headband a bit; once you’re satisfied you give him a kiss on the lips. “Perfect.”

Junmyeon looks in the mirror, inspecting his appearance. “I don’t look half bad.” You giggle.

“Hold on, don’t move.” You say, voice muffled because of the toothpaste in your mouth. You quickly run out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth as you grab your phone, opening the camera app. He already knows what you’re going to do, opting to strike a pose right when you come back.

“Smile!” You chuckle, snapping a few photos before going back to brushing your teeth.

“How do I look?” Junmyeon questions.

You spit the paste into the sink, rinsing your toothbrush as you look up at him once more. “Adorable.”

“Told you.”

“Oh shut up.”

Shockingly enough, you convince Junmyeon to come back to bed with you and relax for a couple more hours. You snuggle into his chest, pulling blankets over you as he searches for a video on his tablet for the two of you to watch.

Life was beginning to drain you, the same routine day in, day out. Long days of work and weekends dedicated to familial and social commitments leaving you with no time for yourself. Looking through your calendar, you notice an empty weekend with nothing scheduled and decide to take that opportunity to mark it off as your very own self care weekend. Some quality time to do whatever you want and however you want, all by yourself.

You settle on booking yourself a nice suite at a fancy hotel you’ve seen frequently mentioned online lately, the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa. Something about new owners that have improved the hotel vastly, not that they didn’t have an already impeccable reputation prior. Opting to book a fancier suite for yourself for the occasion, you look forward to it and begin to make a mental checklist of what you will need to bring. You’re not quite sure why, maybe it was the fact that this was the first time you will have ever done anything like this, and entirely alone too, but you feel a sort of nervousness at what this weekend could bring you, in a good kind of way.

♫~

A few weeks pass by agonisingly slow. Was it because time always seemed to slow down when you were excited for something? Like the night before an excursion at school, the last hour of the working day or the promise to catch up with an old friend the next day. But it didn’t matter anymore because the day you had been patiently waiting for is finally here. Time for you to be all about you. You happily leave work, a giddy smile on your face and a little hop in your step, get into your car and head towards the hotel.

Managing to navigate the discreet entrance to the underground carpark, you find yourself a convenient spot near the elevators, pulling your well packed bags out the trunk and head to the reception to check in. You are greeted by the friendly staff at the reception and give them your details. Once you confirm everything, you give them a few moments to check over your arrangements, turning around and taking in the magnificent lobby. The high ceilings, the beautiful chandelier, the tasteful decoration and furniture choices. 

Your eyes drift across the room until something, or rather someone, who catches your eye. Off to the side, two men are engaged in conversation. The one you facing you is shorter, dark hair and a fancy suit. Classically handsome. He looks like he could be someone important, although the conversation they are having must be friendly and casual, telling by the way his eyes are crinkled into little half moons as he laughs. The one that really catches your attention though has broad, bouncing shoulders which belong to the taller man opposite him as he laughed along, his loud yet monotone hahaha echoing the room. Now usually, you wouldn’t look twice at a persons ears, however, with his back facing you, you notice the oddly horizontal angle of the tops of his ears, almost comical, yoda-like, and a smile stretches across your face at the sight. 

Just as your luck would have it, this was the exact moment he turns around and you catch a glimpse of his strikingly handsome face. His big, beautiful eyes. His big, beautiful eyes that are looking right at you. His big, beautiful eyes that had just caught you smiling at him and his big, beautiful eyes that could now see the embarrassed look quickly taking over your features. Shit. Your cheeks immediately flush beet red and you quickly avert your gaze back towards the reception desk, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

You don’t catch the smirk on his face after you turn away.

Thankfully the receptionist hands you the keycard and you scurry to the elevator that will take you up to your escape. Literally. In more ways that one right now.

When you finally reach your room and step inside, you are immediately taken away by the view of the city and horizon, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows. Dropping your bags beside the bed, you admire the scenic sunset before turning around to take a proper look at the room. The peachy sunset glow making the plush bedding looking extra inviting, inciting you to do a little run and jump, landing on the cushy blankets and pillows. As you give in to the drooping of your eyes, you can feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep. Deciding you can allow yourself the pleasure of having a nap before finding something to eat.

♫~

Stretching your arms and legs, you wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. However, the feeling is short-lived when you open your eyes and realise how dark the sky has gotten. And as if right on queue, your stomach grumbles to remind you that you are yet to have dinner. A quick internet search shows that the restaurant of the hotel is still open, albeit only for another hour or so, and you start to mentally prepare yourself for your first solo dining experience in an upscale restaurant, already feeling the anxiety starting to bubble up inside of you.

Not having much time to waste, you quickly touch up your makeup from the work day, slip on a simple but nice black dress and take the elevator down to the level the restaurant is located. You are shown to a table on the side and promptly order a cocktail to calm your nerves as you wait for your food, already knowing what dish you had wanted to order because you had scoured the menu online beforehand.

You’ve already sipped over half your drink but the jitters were still ever present in your veins, so you avoid looking around at other restaurant patrons in case you could see their eyes judging you for being alone in a nice place like this. Social anxiety is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? 

Suddenly you heard a familiar tune being played beautifully on the piano in a way that instantly eased your nerves, calming the storm that was swirling inside your head. It had been a while since you had heard River Flows In You but it was always one of your favourites, and you could recognise it in a heartbeat.

It takes you a few moments, relishing in the new calm the melody brought to you before you turn to the black grand piano situated on the small platform in the corner of the room and you’re not sure why you hadn’t noticed earlier when you entered the restaurant but there he was, the tall, handsome stranger from yesterday. You know the one, the one with the cute elf-like ears, the broad shoulders and the big, beautiful eyes. Yeah, that one. There he is sitting on the piano bench as his hands glide effortlessly back and forth across the black and white keys, fingers expertly playing each note in the correct order with the utmost perfect timing.

Possibly the most beautiful sight you had ever seen and it was safe to say, you are completely entranced. So much so that you hadn’t noticed the song had ended and another had begun playing til you snap out of your little haze and notice that history has once more repeated itself and you find yourself being watched by those big, beautiful eyes. Again. But this time, they are accompanied by a deep dimple beside a side smile that has you once more blushing furiously and looking elsewhere from the humiliation of being caught. Again.

♫~

Somehow, you have successfully made it through your meal with as minimal contact as possible. Or so you believe anyway. It was incredibly hard for your gaze to not mindlessly drift over towards his direction. You weren’t entirely sure if he did notice your not so subtle glances or not, considering the smile and dimple were present each time, but you are thankful he chose to focus his eyes on the music sheets in front of him instead. 

Deciding you aren’t quite ready to head back to your room yet, you wander over to the luxurious looking bar lounge that is also equipped with a beautiful view of the city lights, ordering yourself a drink and taking a seat beside the window so you could admire the sight.

Just as you finish your drink and are about you raise your hand to order another, there is one already being placed onto the small table in front of you. You look up at the waitress with a puzzled look on your face. She gives you a friendly smile and nods her head over towards the bar, telling you the handsome guy over there had bought this for you. You follow the direction of her nod and your eyes once again land on the tall, handsome, piano playing stranger with big, beautiful eyes, a deep dimple and a smile that could easily change from being sweet to smug in the 2 seconds.

He raises his glass at you and you fumble to pick yours up, raising it in return to cheers with him from across the room. You nod him a quick thank you and he flashes you a grin, perfect teeth visible from the distance between you both. A similar smile grows across your own features, your reaction seems to please his ego and he gives you a quick wink before turning back to the bar.

Not long after, you are interrupted from your thoughts by someone clearing their throat beside you.

“Would it be alright if I join you?”

A little stunned by his handsome looks up close, you forget to reply, making him think maybe he had misunderstood the situation.

“I’m sorry, I just noticed you were alone and wondered if you would like some company, is all. If you’d rather be al-”

“No! No. Of course, I’d love for you to join me.” You quickly spoke, hands gesturing to the seat opposite your own.

He huffs a huge sigh of relief before taking a seat and scans his eyes across the well-lit horizon outside and turns his gaze to you. It doesn’t take too long for the awkwardness to settle in, realising that between all the exchanged glances and smiles, the two of you had never spoken to each other before.

“So what brings you here?”

“I loved the song you played earlier!”

Both spoken simultaneously in an attempt to break the ice which brings you both to laugh at the silliness of the situation. He holds his glass up to cheers with you, the alcohol definitely helping you both alleviate your nerves.

You clear your throat and lean back in your seat, placing your drink back down on the table and you can’t help but notice his eyes following your every move. Almost as if he is as mesmerised by you as are by him. Is he really? Or is the alcohol making you feel confident? Either way, you decide to just enjoy the feeling.

“I loved the song you played before, River Flows In You? It’s one of my favourites. I’m a big fan of Yiruma.”

His eyes widen a smidge but you definitely caught the motion, paying close attention to him also.

“Oh,” he grins, “Actually, it’s not a piece I was meant to play but I snuck it in considering the restaurant was much less busy and it seemed like no one was paying attention anyways.”

“I’m glad you did. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it. Definitely made me feel a little nostalgic.”

“Do you play too?”

“Gosh no! I’m way too uncoordinated to. I mean, I tried learning but it never really worked out.” you say sheepishly, a little embarrassed at your admission.

“That’s okay, maybe I can teach you one day, if you want?”

“Maybe.”

The way this man makes you blush like a schoolgirl. When you look back up, you could’ve sworn he had just breathed out “cute” ever so quietly. 

“So I couldn’t help but notice, you’re here alone?” He tilts his head in a puppy-like manner. “I mean, not just tonight but I saw you earlier in the lobby too.”

Oh fuck. He remembers. That means he saw your reaction.

“Ah, yeah. I just need a break I guess. You know how life gets sometimes.”

“Alone?” He prods gently.

“Mm,” you hum, taking a second to gather your thoughts, “People can just be draining every now and then. It’s always someone needs something, need to be somewhere, have to do this, have to do that. Between work and family and friends, I had no time for myself. So I decided to just give myself a little vacation, you know, put myself first for once?”

You surprise yourself a little, spilling your thoughts and feelings to this man who is essentially a stranger. And, again, maybe it’s the alcohol speaking but something about him makes you feel comfortable and, dare you say, safe.

“I like that,” he gives you a sweet smile filled with proudness, “knowing to prioritise yourself.”

“What about you? You’re here by yourself too.”

“Well I came here for some after work drinks.” You nod at his admission, it made sense after all. “And because I noticed this pretty girl that was always by herself, and I felt so intrigued by her, wanting some excuse to talk to her.”

Your eyes round at his statement, his eyes focus on you, confident and smouldering til a thought crosses his mind that makes him hold his hands up in front of him, waving them nervously.

“I just realised how creepy that sounded! I swear that’s not what I mean. And I promise it’s not something I do often, well, ever.” He barks out in a singular breath, scrambling to save himself. “I mean, when I saw you in the lobby and caught you staring at me, you were just unbelievably cute and since then I caught myself thinking about you, who you were, if you came alone or if you were meeting someone, if I’d ever see you again, if-,” looking up at you, embarrassed at his own rambling of words and confession of thoughts, “Crap. I screwed this up didn’t I?” taking a deep breath before continuing his onslaught of words. “Let me start again. Hi, I’m Chanyeol. I’m the pianist here at the Crimson Aurora. I thought you were really cute and I’d like to get to know you.”

He tries his best and gives you a nervous smile, a shaky breath escapes his lips before he hangs his head in humiliation and defeat.

But then you laugh.

His ears perk up at the melodious sound and he looks up to find you covering your mouth in an attempt to not be too loud. The happy sight makes him burst in his own fit of chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I think I have a pretty good creep radar and I definitely don’t get that vibe from you. I just didn’t know what to say because, well, I thought I was the one with a silly little schoolgirl crush on this ridiculously handsome and talanted man I had only seen twice. I didn’t think the feeling was reciprocated.”

He folds his arms and leans forward on the table, right brow quirking upwards, cocky smirk growing on his lips, the confident expression allowing him to surpass handsome and fit the description of hot.

“A crush? I don’t remember saying I had a crush.”

Two can play at this game, mirroring his expression and pose, you lean forward, hardening your eyes and challenging his cocky stare.

“Not as directly as I did, no, but you sure described exactly what a crush sounds like.”

The identical expressions on your faces speak more than any words ever could, you reach for your glass and clink it with his, downing the rest and he signals to the waitress to bring two more.

As the night goes on, you converse with him about anything and everything, the drinks and conversation flowing freely.

♫~

You’re not sure how long you had stayed there with him, drinking and talking the night away, but it is certainly getting quite late and as much as you wish the night could last forever, it’s time to part ways.

Chanyeol insists on walking you up to your room, telling you a pretty girl who had been drinking  shouldn’t be left alone at this time of night, even if all you had to do was hop into the elevator and travel a number of floors up to reach your destination. He is adamant that he won’t be able to rest if he wasn’t sure that you had gotten back safely.

He waves the waitress over and hands her his card to pay for the damage you both did over the course of the night.

“I can take care of myself, you know. I don’t need you to be my knight in shining armor or my sugar daddy.”

You are a little surprised at yourself for being so bold with your words. Maybe you’re more drunk than you originally thought, giving yourself a little reminder to keep a little composure despite your intoxication. But the next actions and words from Chanyeol make you believe maybe he is just as drunk as you are, liquid courage flowing through both your veins.

He chuckles with that deep, velvety, sinful voice of his, “Oh, I know you can take care of yourself, baby girl, but maybe I want to take care of you, I certainly have the means to.” Shooting you a wink for extra emphasis, once more igniting the heat in your cheeks, and perhaps somewhere else too if you are being completely honest with yourself.

When you stand to leave, your ankle suddenly gives out and makes you stumble. Luckily Chanyeol is there to catch you, a strong arm wraps itself around your waist. But as soon as you regain your balance, his arm disappears just as quickly as it had appeared. He holds out his arm for you to hold onto and you happily oblige, gently wrapping your hand around the inside of his bicep and you can definitely feel the definition of his muscle there.

Clearing his throat with a smug expression on his face, he asks if you’re ready to go and with a smile and nod, he walks you to the elevators, pressing the button and leading you inside when it had arrives.

There is a certain tension inside the elevator, especially since you are pressed snugly against his body and still have a firmer than needed grip on his inner arm considering you could walk just fine now and didn’t need the support to stand still and upright. A needy heat is circulating your body and you can’t help but glance up at him and through the reflection of the steel walls inside the elevator, attempting to get a read to see if he could possibly be feeling the same way you were. And you’re so focussed on his face, you fail to notice that although his posture seems cool and calm and collected leaning against the metal back wall, his other hand is flexing open and shut as he tries to wipe his sweaty palms against his pants.

Ding! The elevator alerts you to the arrival of your floor and Chanyeol steps out first with you half a step behind him. He turns left, assuming where your room would be and you quickly slide from your hand from his upper arm down to the palm of his hand and tug him the opposite direction, stating your room number.

Chanyeol laughs, doing a slight bow and extends his free hand in a you lead the way manner. He takes things a step further and interlaces his fingers between yours. When you look up at him, he lifts your joined hands and kisses the back of yours, soft lips lingering on your skin as he holds eye contact.

Finally arriving at your door, you turn to face him and it’s a moment where neither of you are ready to let go or say your goodbyes, your hands still holding tightly onto eachothers conveying your feelings.

“Well…this is me.” You say, looking down at your feet and gulping your nervousness down.

A few moments pass and he still hadn’t responded, so you look back up at him only to find him staring mindlessly at your face.

“Chanyeol?”

He shakes himself out of his daydream.

“Oh. Sorry. I just..um,” he glances to the side sheepishly and you can see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat before he looks back to you and says, “Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say in a soft whisper before stepping up on your tippy toes to press your lips to his.

It takes him a quarter of a second before he starts to respond, momentarily and happily stunned by your willingness, a warm hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek and you can feel him smiling. The cute gesture doesn’t last long when his hand travels down and around the nape of your neck and you turn your head to the side, allowing the kiss to deepen. When he parts his lips, you lick into the warm cavern of his mouth, tussling with his tongue and he groans, wrapping his free hand around your waist and pressing you closer to his body. The force makes you stumble backwards into the wall and his fast reflexes react as the hand on your neck quickly places itself on the wall behind your head, softening your landing.

When he starts squeezing at your waist, an involuntary moan creeps its way up your throat, releasing itself from your mouth and it’s this exact moment that he releases his lips from yours, pressing his forehead against your own and breathing heavily, eyes closed as he reels in his eagerly growing desire to ravage you right then and there in the hallway.

“Fuck.” he sighs, opening his eyes to look directly into yours, “You’re going to be the death of me, baby girl.”

He kisses you, sweetly this time with an obvious held back desire, before taking a step back.

“Did you want to come in?” you ask, nodding back at your door.

An airy laugh breezes from his lips. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d love more than to do just that. But I’ve been drinking and I won’t be able to treat you the way you deserve.” Firing another wink at you. 

Him and his damned winks that have you weak in the knees.

“Oh.” You whisper, a little shy and embarrassed for being so forward. After a few beats of silence, you look back up with your best attempt at a confident, unphased face, “Well, I guess I’ll j-”

“What I can do right now though, is ask for your number?”

The quirk of the corner of his lip and dimple suggesting he did see your few moments of attempting recomposure. You nod and hold your hand out expectantly, he follows suit and slips his phone out of his pocket, places it into your hand, strategically grazes his fingers along your own as his hand retreats, a subtle touch that did the opposite of quenching your thirst for him in this situation. You quickly type it in and hold it out for him but instead of taking it, he holds his palm open below yours, playful eyes challenging you to mimic his little game of touch. Instead, you harden your own stare and simply drop the phone into his hand, earning a laugh that was too contagious to not incite your own.

He looks at his phone and notices you had left out a specific detail that he was dying to know.

“And what will I be saving this number as, hm? You haven’t told me your name yet.”

“I’ll tell you if you remember in the morning.”

You wink at him and turn around, sliding your access card into the door and stepping in, calmly but rushingly closing it behind you.

Your back immediately hits the door, breathing as you can not believe how bold you were just now.

In between your breaths, you hear his chuckle through the door and, although he had said it softly, it was clear enough for you to hear.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He sighs out loud.

A slow few seconds pass before you hear his steps leading away from your door.

♫~

It’s a new day, arousing from your slumber with a stretch and yawn, you are greeted with the wonderful view of a clear, sunny day which immediately put you in a good mood. Especially since you are feeling so well rested and comfortable, the hotel bedding of much more quality than your own and you make a mental note to replace your own at home. Your thoughts, somehow, travel to the events of the previous evening and the way you had spent it, or rather, who you had spent it with and a fire erupts within you, remembering exactly how daring you were towards him last night, going as far as inviting him to spend the night with you. Someone you had met just that very day too. You roll over and scream into the pillow, kicking your legs in frustration and embarrassment. 

But, wait.

You aren’t being entirely ridiculous because you weren’t the only one flirting or getting caught up in the passion and desire because he well and truly flirted back with you, seemingly wanting everything you did as well, just as much as you did. And as the thoughts and memories swirl around in your head, it helps to ease your anxieties. Remembering, aside from the racier moments, just how easy it had been to talk to him, the chit chat and banter never ending. A smile spreads across your lips from the memories.

Reaching for your phone, you can see the usual notifications - weather, various social media apps - but it is the message icon that has all your attention. A message from an unknown number. The preview just long enough to clue you in on who it could possibly be and you quickly tap it open.

Unknown (7:12am): It’s morning and I still want to know your name, mysterious hotel girl 😉

The smile on your face from earlier? It’s no longer a smile but a huge grin as you tap out you reply.

You (7:52am): I’ll tell you at breakfast, Chanyeol 😉

Chanyeol (7:54am): It’s a date. See you at the buffet in half?

You type out a quick reply and jump up to get ready, going through all the outfits you had brought along with you in your head so you could match your makeup.

Twenty something minutes later, with enough minutes to spare so you can get down to the buffet without being too early, too on time or too late, you check your reflection in the mirror. You opt for a cute, white sundress and a no-makeup makeup look, keeping things light and fresh. After a quick coat of gloss on your lips, you head out to meet Chanyeol. 

You walk into the breakfast buffet area and look around. You spot Chanyeol sitting at a table by himself, a blue and white striped button up over a white t-shirt and some jeans, hair fluffy and natural. He looks casual and nice. As you walk over, Chanyeol happens to look up and his jaw drops, not expecting you to look the way you do. He quickly picks it up and expands a giant grin across his lips, waving you over.

“Hi!” he exclaims, then shyly brings his waving hand around the back of his neck, mumbling at himself to calm down.

“Good morning,” you laugh at him. The dork in front of you is a huge contrast to the suave man you were with last night.

“Good morning indeed. You look very beautiful.” He winks at you.

Ah, there it is. He switches the charm back on. You roll your eyes and take a seat opposite him.

“So, I believe you owe me something?” He questions with a quirk of his brow.

“Oh, do I?” You pout your bottom lip, pretending to look around, wondering what it could possibly be. “What have you been calling me this whole time?”

“Mystery hotel girl, cute girl from the lobby, pretty girl that blushes when I look at her, so on and so forth. Now, your name? I think I’ve been patient enough.”

You smirk at him.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Hm, Y/N.” He tests the name on his tongue.

Now, you’ve never thought much of your name before. You never liked nor disliked it, but, the way he says your name makes you fall in love. With it? With him? Who knows at this point. He gives you butterflies and it makes you feel silly but you crave the feeling, you enjoy it.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Another wink that makes you roll your eyes and you both laugh at the cliche line. “Now, I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I’m starving! How about we get some food for ourselves?”

With an enthusiastic nod at the prospect of food, you both head over to scope out the food selection, everything looking extremely appetising and smelling just divine.

Over the course of breakfast, you both engage in conversation and get to know each other more.

“So, what are your plans for the day?”

“I’m not too sure. I think I might do some shopping, maybe some swimming and a light lunch? I heard raving reviews about the spa here too so I might go for a massage. Lord knows my back could use some relief.”

“Oh, I can help you out there. My friend is the spa director and the head masseuse! I can definitely pull some strings for you.”

“That would be amazing! I saw lots of reviews mentioning his massages! It would be great if I could get an appointment with him.”

“No, not him!” Chanyeol says, too quickly and too loudly and you’re a little taken back. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “he’s usually quite busy. I’ll see if he can get you in with his next best though and throw in some extra services for you too.”

You laugh at his flustered answer but there’s no time to dwell on the thought when he asks you if you there’s anything in particular you’re shopping for.

“I think I’m going to look for some new bedding actually. And maybe some new decor for my apartment. I don’t know, ever since I’ve been at this hotel, everything is decorated so nicely and tastefully, it makes me want to change things up at home too!”

If this were yesterday, you would have been embarrassed at having spoken so much, worried that you maybe said too much or spoke too fast. But not now, you’ve grown used to how comfortable Chanyeol makes you feel. He’s a great conversationalist, listens to what you say and banters appropriately. If anything, it was surprising how he could make you feel at ease in just an instant, even if the winks he sent your way always had you blushing.

“Anyways, enough about me. What about you? Any plans for today?”

“Oh, just a few meetings with clients I think.”

“Clients?”

“Ah, I don’t think I ever mentioned. I’m also a freelance interior designer. Actually, my friend owns this hotel and I helped with the interior designs here when he took over.” He says with a knowing smile. “So, if you need advice choosing things for your apartment, I’m happy to offer my services also.” He does a little prince like bow to accompany his offer.

“I might take you up on that offer actually. I feel like there’s always something missing or something a little out of place when I’m looking to spruce up my place.”

“Anytime, just shoot me a text and I’ll come to your rescue.”

“You’re full of charms, aren’t you?” You smile at him. “Actually, how does an interior designer end up becoming the pianist at a hotel?”

“Well, you know when you finish high school, find something you’re interested in enough to make a career out of it but once you start working, you find that you don’t feel quite fulfilled in life? Like there’s something else you could do that would make you happier.” He looks to see if you’re still listening and finds you patiently watching him. “I made a lot of money being an interior designer but I felt like there was something missing. One day I was at a gathering with friends, celebrating his new hotel ownership and I saw a piano, sat down and started to play. My friend, who owns this hotel and knew about the current dilemma in my life, saw how happy I looked playing and asked if I’d like to play piano in the restaurant of his hotel. He only wants the best of everything and that’s why he made the offer to me. And, well, it sounded a lot better than what I was doing at the time. I guess you can relate a little, work becoming draining, so the switch up was nice. So now, I play the piano here most nights and pick up some interior design work here and there.”

It takes you a couple moments to properly process everything he’s just said and he patiently waits, taking a sip of his drink and finishing his food.

“That’s very brave of you to give up one career and find something else to do that makes you happy. I feel like that sometimes but, I don’t know what else I could do.”

“I can help you with that too, if you want. Either way, I’m sure you’ll find something. Don’t worry about money, I could take care of you while you soul search.” He winks, invoking the memory of his words and suggestions the night prior.

Now usually, a man suggesting that he could take care of you financially would make you feel sick. Like they thought you weren’t capable of looking after yourself. But Chanyeol? You and him had spoken enough about your own lives that you know he knows you are well and truly okay by yourself. And his suggestion comes from a place of wanting to take care of someone out of love and respect, rather than a misogynistic point of view.

“We’ll see.” You smile at him.

You finish your meal and Chanyeol walks you back up to your room, smoothly sliding his hand into yours along the way. He says goodbye with a smile, pressing a sweet, warm kiss to your forehead and a promise of seeing you later.

♫~

As you’re browsing the stores in the nearby shopping mall complex, you keep finding things that would lead your thoughts to Chanyeol. Like a cartoon figurine you thought he could add to the collection that he passionately told you about, a cap or a shirt you think might suit him or just odd little knick knacks that would remind you of him. 

You’ve given up fighting yourself in the war to not think about him, it was pointless to even try. What is puzzling you is, you’ve had crushes before, of course, plenty of them. But you’ve never had a crush like this and you didn’t think it would be possible at your age. This feels like the teenage kind of crush where they’re constantly on your mind and the mere thought sends butterflies fluttering around your insides. The kind of crush where your feelings are so intense that it seems a little ridiculous and the way your heart rate picks up every time you see him. And all for a man that you’ve known for a barely a day?

But he’s Chanyeol. He’s tall and he’s handsome and he’s charming, yes, anyone could agree. But he’s also warm and kind and genuine. He makes it hard to not fall for him. Wait, fall for him? Are you getting ahead of yourself here? Isn’t it way too early to feel this way? But he makes you feel so safe and comfortable and puts you in an instant ease whenever you’re with him. Even the night before when passions and tensions were at a high, he still managed to keep himself collected enough to not give in because it was the gentlemanly thing to do considering you had both just met and been drinking somewhat heavily.

You start to grow tired of your racing thoughts, circling around the same non-issue and decide to just let things progress as they come. Deciding to end the shopping trip and head back to the hotel. You look at the time and notice it’s still a little too early for lunch and you’re not quite hungry yet, still somewhat full from breakfast so you elect to take a dip in the swimming pool.

Luckily you had conveniently packed a small swimming bag so all you have to do is quickly change into your swimsuit, throwing on an oversized shirt as a coverup and you are set to go.

The pool area is breath-taking and when you slide into the water, it is the perfect temperature for today's weather, not too hot and not too cold. Luckily, being in the middle of the day on the weekend, there aren’t too many people around and most seem to be enjoying some time alone also, the odd couple here and there. However, the fact that the pool isn’t crowded makes a singular person stand out. The one who seems to be the pool boy, telling by his chairs higher position that allows him to see across the entire area, is incredibly handsome. You’re suddenly caught by his icy glare which sends shivers down your spine and makes you avert your gaze elsewhere.

What is it with this hotel? Was it a job requirement to be good looking? You hadn’t yet met the masseuse but a couple of the reviews did mention him being quite a sight for sore eyes.

You spend an adequate amount of time relaxing in the pool before your stomach grumbles and tells you it’s time for lunch so you take that as your queue to exit and go back up to your room. While you’re in the elevator, your phone dings and you see a text from Chanyeol with arrangements for your massage appointment. You exchange a few texts back and forth and he asks if you specifically have any plans for the evening. When you tell him there’s nothing particular planned, he replies with a, “Great! Keep it free for me, please? I’d love to take you out.” and you could practically see him pouting as he waits for a reply. 

The massage appointment Chanyeol had made for you isn’t for another 2 hours which gives you plenty of time to look for something to eat and relax a little, to let the food digest before you had to go. 

♫~

A knock on your door signals your date's arrival and you quickly give yourself a once over in the mirror, nodding confidently at your choice of a cute red dress before answering the door.

You open the door expecting to see Chanyeol but instead you are greeted with a huge bouquet of flowers, pink lilies with hints of baby breath and some greenery. You’re absolutely stunned by the beautiful surprise and you don’t even realise small tears have formed in your eyes. It’s been a while since someone has gifted you flowers.

Chanyeol lowers the bouquet smiling but the smile quickly drops when he notices the tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god, d-did I do something wrong? Do you hate them?”

“No, I love them!” You reach out with a hand on his forearm to reassure him. “It’s just been a really long time since someone’s given me flowers.”

“Oh. Well I’m here now, expect to receive flowers often. You might even get sick of it, develop an allergy or something.” He laughs goofily and you instantly feel smitten at the idea he plans to continue gifting you flowers for the foreseeable future. “Are you ready?”

“Yup! Just let me put these somewhere safe and get my bag. They’re beautiful, by the way, I haven’t said thank you yet.”

You quickly press a kiss to his cheek that leaves him momentarily frozen laughing as you retreat further into your room to get what you needed, double checking you have everything you need before reuniting with Chanyeol at the door.

After closing the door, Chanyeol offers his arm to you and you happily wrap your hand around it as he leads the way. This time, you’re not so subtle about feeling him up. Aren’t feelings usually intensified when you’re drunk? Somehow, now when you are sober, his thick muscle feels even bigger and you’re already starting to feel a little warm.

“Looks like someone’s been working out.” You squeeze his bicep a few times to emphasise your comment.

“I try.” He laughs. That smooth, velvety laugh and his expressions show he’s pleased his efforts have been noticed. What man doesn’t like a boost to his ego?

♫~

Chanyeol takes you to the light festival held just a short walk from the hotel. Not too far that you feel tired from walking but you don’t think that you would’ve noticed anyhow, far too much enjoying the chatting with him as you walk.

He suggests maybe checking out the food stalls first before all the good stuff is sold out and you would be able to walk the food off as you explore afterwards and you happily oblige, allowing him to lead the way. It was nice to not have to think or plan ahead for once, having someone else do it for you.

You manage to buy an assortment of food from different stalls before finding an empty table to sit at. As you both dig into the food, you tell him about all the things you saw while shopping today that made you think of him and he makes you promise to go shopping with him sometime and show them to him in person, so he could decide for himself if he’d like them or not. He tells you about his boring meetings all day and how he couldn’t focus because he was too excited thinking about where he could take you tonight. 

After you both finish the food, you decide to follow the paths mapped out by the event coordinators that show you all the exhibits and best photo spots. Chanyeol takes your hand, swinging it along the way excitedly as you begin to walk and it brings the both of you to a fit of giggles.

You find lots of exhibits and displays along the way that completely mesmerise you, each artist's use of lights different and so much more creative than you could ever imagine yourself to be. There is some use of projectors through tunnels that make the walk through very trippy, giving you the feeling of taking hallucinogens before walking through. Others use different light globes and sticks to create abstract art. You take turns with Chanyeol taking photos next to each display and every time you take his phone to see the photos he’s snapped of you, you’re in complete awe.

“Seriously, is there anything you’re not good at!? I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me you’re a freelance photographer too.”

“No,” he laughs, “you just photograph so well it makes an amateur like me look professional.”

You thought you had moved past the blushing, all the shyness and giddiness having been long gone but it seems Chanyeol always finds a way.

There’s an event happening that you find yourselves to be in the perfect viewing point for, a small parade of light creatures walking through the park. You stand to the side of the path to allow them room and for smaller children to move to the front. It seems Chanyeol has the same thought in mind because he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

When you look to the side, his face is close enough that you can feel the warm, soft puffs of his breath. He smiles at you, dimple forming in his cheek and eyes turning to crescents, wrinkling at the outer corners.

“So the kids can see. And I’m a little cold. And my big head is getting heavy.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You both laugh and he wraps his arms around you a little tighter. You return your attention to the front and bask in the colourful parade before you.

After the last of the creatures have passed by, you notice everyone else is remaining still rather than dispersing and your keen ear can hear a group standing nearby saying the fireworks would be starting soon. You look to Chanyeol and he mouths ‘wanna stay?’ having heard the same thing you just did and you nod. No longer needing to make way for others to see the path, Chanyeol moves to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close.

You think it seems fitting. What kind of light festival would it be if there wasn’t a huge display of lights in the sky to end the nights festivities?

It’s not a long wait til you hear the first booms in the sky signalling the beginning of the performance and the two of you look up along with the crowd around you. A harmony of ooh’s and ahh’s follow each crackle, pop and boom of gunpowder in the sky.

When you turn to face Chanyeol, he’s already looking down at you but unlike your previous self, he wasn’t shy about being caught. 

“You look beautiful tonight, I don’t think I’ve told you yet.”

You immediately step up on your toes and hold his face in both your hands, crashing your lips against his. The hand that wasn’t already wrapped around your waist braces itself on your hip and pulls you closer. Eventually your hands slip from his face down to his neck, one lands itself on his broad shoulders while the other slides down to his arm, pulling it to wrap tighter around your back. Chanyeol removes his hand from your hip and replaces its position at the nape of your neck, tilting your head to the side so his tongue could gain better access.

The kiss quickly grows heated and only when you hear the clapping of those around you do you both remember that you are in fact still in a public setting and the direction this kiss is heading is probably not appropriate for the eyes of families with children to witness. You part with a chuckle, forehead leaning against eachothers in disbelief.

It’s obvious now that it was time to head back home. Well, back to your hotel room.

♫~

Keeping your hands off each other was proving to be a very difficult task, especially when you find yourselves alone in the elevator. Quickly pulling yourself apart when the elevator dings before and you painfully realise you haven’t arrived at your floor yet. The knowing looks from the other patrons stepping into the elevator because of your heavy panting makes you blush furiously.

Once you finally make it inside your hotel room, you push Chanyeol against the door, slamming it shut and undoing his buttons one by one. The second you reach the last button, he spins you around against the wall and kisses down your neck, choosing to perfect spot to latch his lips onto and suck a deep bruise. His hand rounds your ass, smoothing it over before he gives you a big smack and grabs at your meaty flesh, making you whimper desperately and you can feel his lips pursing into a proud smile as he licks at the mark he’s made.

His hand slides down your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist. This new closeness and angle allowing you to feel his hardening length right where you’re most needy for him and you can’t help but rut yourself against him to feel more. Chanyeol grunts and returns the favour, steadily rocking himself into you and by now your desire was so pent up, you swear you could cum just like this.

“Fuck,” he breathes out heavily, “Y/N, baby, I can feel you pulsing.”

And it wasn’t until he said this that you realise exactly just how needy you are. It had been a long time since you’ve been with someone and solo activity, although effective, doesn’t quite hit the same as being with someone else.

“Please, need you.” You say to him, looking into his eyes when he lifts his head from its attack on your neck.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.”

He presses his lips to yours, tongue pushing its way inside your mouth, wrestling with your own. His strong arms easily lift you and carry you over to the bed, laying you down gently as he crawls over you, engulfing your body with his own giant self and his lips seek the salty sweetness of your skin, kissing across your chest. You spread your legs for him and he drops his hips between, continuing to rock into you at a steady pace, careful to not work you up too much because little did you know, Chanyeol has plans for you tonight. 

Unknowing of said plans, your hands fly down to his belt buckle, the clanking of your hands working feverishly to undo them to get to what you really wanted.

Suddenly Chanyeol halts all actions and skillfully collects both your wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above your head.

“No, no, baby girl,” he tutts, “let me take care of you. Don’t worry, don’t think, just let me do it for you. Okay?”

He’s looking into your eyes so intensely, you gulp and nod, granting him the permission he needs and he thanks you with a kiss. He lets go of your wrists and you push him to sit up on your knees, your arms reach around your back to pull the zip and you carefully slip the thick straps off one by one. The dress falls off your body to reveal the matching red set you had put on earlier in hopes for tonights events. Chanyeols eyes, which were locked in a heated stare with your own, fall along with your dress and his gaze rakes lustfully over your body.

Chanyeol lunges forward with a growl but you stop him, hands pressing onto the bare skin of his chest.

“Off with these first, please.” You say seductively, looking up at him with your doe eyes. How could he say no?

You push the open shirt off his shoulders and he slides them down his arm and tosses it on the floor as you resume your work on the buckle of his belt, clacking it undone before you pop the button of his jeans open and reach inside, palming his length, much larger than you had originally thought.

He groans and you help him push the rest of his jeans off his thighs. He gently takes your hand off and kisses it while he stands to kick his pants off. Keeping his hold on your hand, Chanyeol sits behind you with his legs on either side of you, pulling you flush against his chest.

Chanyeol had caught on to the way you instantly melt at the feel of his lips working their magic on your neck earlier and chooses to repeat his actions. He places kisses on your skin, starting at the outer corner of your shoulder, travelling inwards, nibbling gently at the junction of your shoulder and neck before he brings his lips upwards to that spot located just behind your jaw. He’s close enough to your ear that you can hear his voice clearly when he speaks.

“Let me help you relax, hm? Relieve some of that stress,” he emphasises the hiss which sends shivers down your spine, “and tension, hm?” He kisses his way to the other side of your neck, your head following his movement and obediantly rolling to the opposite side of his. His hands caress their way up your thighs, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your waist and tummy. “Will you let me, hm? Will you be a good girl for me?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, lost in the feeling as his hands cup the undersides of your clothed breasts and give them a gentle squeeze that makes a pleased sigh escape your lips, your head rolling back to lean on his broad shoulder.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He pauses all movements on your body as he asks one last time, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Chanyeol can feel himself twitching inside his boxers, aching to be inside you.

“Sir, hm?” He says with a smirk, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I like that. Now you be a good girl for me, you cum when I tell you to. Okay? Hold it til then.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He uses one hand to undo the clasp of your bra, letting it fall off your chest and freeing your breasts and you suck in a deep breath when his hands grab a hold of them, feeling the warmth now that there was nothing in the way. Your hips fidget when he squeezes particularly hard on one side before the other, his lips and tongue working their magic on the skin of your neck. His index fingers reach up and start alternating between flicking your nipple and ever so lightly circling your areolas, expertly making you feel the most pleasurable sensations, body jerking accordingly to his touches.

At this point, your neediness is so built up over the course of the night that you’re so close to cumming and, of course, Chanyeol can sense it with the way you’re whimpering and panting so desperately, body spasming in an almost orgasmic-like state. And just when you feel like you’re about to reach boiling point, he removes his hands from your chest and lowers them, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling back his oral attack to a lesser, sweeter, more gentle kiss placed on your shoulder instead.

“Remember, only when I tell you to. That was a close one, sweetheart.”

Chanyeol holds you close and when he feels your breathing starting to even out a little, his hand moves down between your legs, fingers gently rubbing along your clothed slit. He can definitely feel the wet patch that had grown in your pants, using his middle and ring finger to press it into you and you can feel the sticking and unsticking to your skin.

He keeps one arm wrapped around your middle, holding you close and still. The fingers on his other hand had now found their place on your clit, throbbing and needy for some relief and he partially grants you some, rubbing circles furiously bringing you closer and closer to climax.

Only to cease his actions the moment your hands fly to his thigh and hand, grabbing onto them tightly.

“Please, Sir, please let me cum now.”

“Aw,” he fake sympathises with you, “such a good girl for begging so beautifully. But not yet. Just hold on for me.”

He tugs at the waistband of your underwear with one hand while the other taps at your thigh, prompting you to lift yourself up slightly so he could slip your panties off. He does so with minimal effort.

With both hands, he spreads your legs, placing his own over the top of yours to keep them in a locked open position. Using the same two fingers earlier to gather your wetness, he sufficiently coats his fingers in your arousal and begins rubbing at your clit again, circling it at just the right pressure and pace not to cause you pain, knowing how sensitive you must be right now.

He speaks praises directly into your ear, the close proximity making his husky voice sound so much sexier along with his choice of words.

Taking his fingers off your clit, he pushes both digits into your pussy, thrusting mercilessly as even he begins to lose control, moaning along with you at the feeling of your tight walls. He spreads his fingers inside of you, the stretch preparing you for what’s to come.

“What a good girl you are.” He kisses your cheek. “Wanna cum now?”

“Yes, Sir, please. I want to cum on your cock.”

Chanyeol groans at your words, immediately removing his fingers from you and using the wetness to pump his own cock. He watches as you promptly get up and turn around to face him, bending forward with your ass in the air and taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand wraps around the remainder of his shaft, stroking what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth that was sucking diligently for his pleasure. His hand rests on the back of your head as he moans out at your unexpected eagerness to please him, even though he had set out with all intent to make tonight about you.

He allows himself a few more moments of pure bliss before picking you up by your arms, kissing you as he lays you back down. He reaches down and places his tip at your entrance, holding himself up on his other arm so he can see your face the moment he pushes himself inside of you. He can barely keep his eyes open, wanting to mimic the way yours roll back into your head, feeling the way his thickness almost struggles to make its way inside.

You’re both breathing heavily and Chanyeol takes a moment to gently cup your face and look into your eyes as he begins pulling his cock back out and pushing it back in. You wrap your legs around his waist and he adjusts his position to a more pleasurable angle for you, knowing it was the right one when he feels your pussy death squeeze his cock. His hips begin to piston into the backs of your thighs and the room is echoing with moans, grunts and the slapping of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum now, hm?”

Your hands are gripping onto his arms tightly, nails digging into his biceps.

“Yes, Sir, gonna cum. Can I cum now? Please?”

His thrusts become harder and you’re about ready to burst.

“Cum, NOW. Cum on my fucking cock like a good girl, baby, cum!”

With his permission and command, you do exactly that and you scream out as your body spasms in a white hot pleasure. Chanyeol continues thrusting slowly to help you ride out your orgasm but he’s in a rush of his own.

“Fuck, come here.”

You quickly scrawl onto your knees, just in the nick of time as he strokes himself to completion. Stringy spurts of cum coating your lips, dripping inside your mouth and down your face. He places his cock onto your welcoming tongue and you happily take it inside your mouth.

If he had the energy, his eyes would be bulging right out of their sockets right now at the sight of  you, messy with his cum on your face and cock in your mouth. He pulls himself out and uses his thumb to collect the remainders of himself, and before he can, you reach for his hand and push his thumb to your lips, licking his digit clean and popping it inside to give it a suck for good measure.

“Shit.” He breathes out. “You are going to be the death of me. I know it.”

You both laugh and he pulls you into his chest as he collapses onto your bed.

“C’mon, let’s quickly wash up first. Don’t pass out yet.” He gently suggests, feeling the calmness of your body and sensing you were about to doze off. “I’ll help you.”

“Will you stay after?”

“Hm, only if you pay for buffet breakfast tomorrow.” He says with a goofy grin. Your eyes may be closed but you can hear the smile in his voice knowing the buffet was complementary for hotel guests. And you’re assuming off the clock employees, not to mention friends of the owner.

“Oh? What happened to mister interior designer who makes money and certainly has the means to take care of me?”

Apparently, he’s too tired to audibly laugh out loud but his shoulders have no problem shaking as if he is, rudely bouncing your head along with them.