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Genre: angst | obsession!au | xexo!zyx Pairing: Lay x f.Reader Length: 2.2k Warnings: language | mentions of blood & death

a/n: im too burnt out for a sequel sorry! I cannot believe this is the FIRST x-exo au ive ever written!!!! xing fits this concept so well ugh we're always being robbed 😔 and its extra long because my man deserrrrrves it!!!!!!! as always thank you for requesting and youve been so so sos o patient. I made sure that this was the next thing i posted 🙏 hope it finds you quickly 🥰

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You awoke with a loud gasp, lurching upright.

Working on pure instinct, you reached for the discarded knife beside you, holding it out as you sensed danger. You blinked the blurriness in your vision away as you tried to catch your bearings.

“That’s not a good idea,” a gentle caress of a voice warned.

“Yixing.” You relaxed once realizing who accompanied you. You wiped the liquid dripping into your eyes, pulling back to see dark blood staining your gloves.

Vision fully cleared, you saw the man sitting against a wall across from you. One of his legs was stretched out before him, the other bent at the knee for him to rest an arm on. He appeared rather comfortable for someone amidst a battle he despised.

He clicked his tongue. “Not quite, Darling.”

Dread filled you as the reality of his words dawned on you and you sprang to your feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness and the scattering of black dots across your vision from getting up too quickly. You held the knife you carried more firmly, prepared to fight.

“Hey now,” he started as he slowly raised to his feet. “Is that any way to treat the man that just healed you?”

You hesitated as the memory of getting stabbed came back to you. It was a fatal blow, right in the side of your stomach. You’d reassured your team you were fine and to continue without you. It took some coaxing, but after promising to send Yixing back to help, they retreated. Once they left, you crawled into this abandoned room, knowing that Yixing would be too late to save anyone once he arrived.

Yet, you were alive.

With your free hand, you checked your side, being met with smooth skin. The knife in your hand clattered to the ground. You couldn’t hold it after realizing it was used to kill you.

“You saved me.” It wasn’t a question. The man that wore Yixing’s face tilted his head curiously. The action left you uneasy, feeling like helpless prey in the presence of an apex predator. “Why would you do that?”

A cruel grin stretched his lips. “Consider it me returning the favor.”

“You’re Lay,” you questioned. You already knew the answer, but needed him to confirm it.

That wicked smile of his grew. “They also call me Subject Ten.”

'They' being those who worked for the Red Force. A large group of scientists who were working on Operation Blood Orange, the illegal experimentation on innocent people. Those people became your friends, when you helped them escape years ago. They weren’t too thrilled when they found out the red force somehow held on to their DNA, allowing the creation of cloning them. Being an unfamiliar face, you were able to infiltrate their ranks, disguising as a nurse. For eight months, you spied on their illegal practicing in an attempt to discover what they were planning to do.

The clones were uncanny to their donors. Their features, voices, and powers were exactly the same, but that was where the similarities ended. Unlike the originals, these men lacked empathy, and only expressed a sick joy when causing harm to others, even each other.

Subject Ten, or Lay as most of the doctors addressed him as, was the most compliant of them all. The others liked to taunt and terrify, putting up fights whenever you had to check their vitals. Never Lay. He’d just silently watch you. You found that far more sinister than the outward hostility the other’s met you with. When Lay first spoke to you, it was startling. He sounded so much like Yixing, it was easy to forget that wasn’t actually him. Yixing was a kind and compassionate soul who only saw the good in people, even one’s who barely had any left in them. He was far from a fighter, it made him sick to cause pain. Healing was in his nature. Life was what he cherished.

Lay favored death.

You’d seen him do it. You had no clue Yixing’s ability of healing could be reversed. But, on the day the clones escaped, you saw Lay twist that gift to take a life. It was only a matter of time, you supposed. The doctors had fallen for Lay’s calm demeanor, and had started letting their guard down around him. On that day, a doctor had gotten too close, and Lay used it to his advantage. You didn’t realize what was happening. One moment the doctor was fine, then Lay placed a palm over his chest and he fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.

Then Lay’s attention turned to you. His dark eyes were hard and spiteful, but there was a flicker of something in his expression that held him from attacking you. He gave you an out and you were fleeing the scene before he could change his mind. You knew you weren’t strong enough to defeat him on your own, that only the ones like him could. So, you went to them and revealed everything you knew.

That led to this mission. You’d spent a month tracking the duplicates to an abandoned hospital they’d taken shelter, and ambushed them. When your fellow soldiers saw their counterparts for the first time, they all froze in shock before determination settled in. The goal was to destroy them, but even with all your knowledge, they hadn’t anticipated how much stronger their clones were.

Lay’s sudden approach jerked you from your reverie, and you cursed yourself from growing distracted at a time like this. His hand wrapped easily around your neck, but he didn’t add any pressure. Still, you gasped and scratched at it, to no avail. He didn’t even flinch as you tore at his skin.

“Do you want me to take it back?”

Gritting your teeth, you stared into those dark voids he called eyes. They shined with mirth, as though he enjoyed toying with you.

“Save me just to kill me,” you spit. “How typical.”

He barked a surprised laugh. “I knew I saved you for a reason.”

He let you go and retreated a couple steps, allowing you space.

A swell of anger overwhelmed you. “You’re an abomination! A monster!”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He waved off your insults, but there was a tightening around his eyes and a strain in his voice you failed to notice.

“You’re a sick bastard!” You continued, not even sure why you were antagonizing him when he could easily kill you. “A poor excuse of the original.”

“Is that how you really feel?” He asked with a chuckle. “I don’t believe you do.”

And that was the reason behind your tantrum.

Truth was, all the time you spent with Lay in that cold hostile hospital had made you grow attached. After the first conversation you held, it flowed effortlessly between you. He’d learned to banter and would watch you as though he were undressing you in his head. Yixing never looked at you like that, and you never wanted him to. You’d never grown romantic feelings for Yixing, but Lay? He was different. He was nothing like the man whose DNA he shared, and that drew you to him.

There was one day, when you were drawing his blood, he’d grabbed your arm when you pulled away. Your heart began racing with the fear he was finally going to murder you, but that fear turned into something different when the hand not restraining you started curiously venturing over your arm. His fingers searched across your collarbone, down the swell of your breasts, to the rim of your pants. You’d studied the way his eyebrows furrowed at his exploration, as he experienced new feelings and sensations he didn’t understand. When he met your gaze, he took notice to the pounding of your heart, the trepidation in your eyes, and the shallow intake of your breath. He hummed, ‘that’s not fear, is it?’

You contemplated lying, but relented under his naïve gaze. “No.’

He had nodded before finally letting you go, sinking back into the chair he laid upon. “Interesting.’

The effect he had on you did interest him, as did your effect on him. It was what made him spare you that day he escaped, but he had left you with a warning, a promise that he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Shut up!” You yelled at both him and your twisted thoughts. You pounded your fists against his chest in frustration.

“Touch me again,” he threatened calmly, not showing an ounce of pain under your violence. His lack of reaction only pissed you off further, and you lifted your fist, aiming at his nose this time. He snatched your wrist before you could touch him and yanked you forward so that he could crush his lips against yours. You fought him at first, disgusted by his touch. But that denial only lasted a few seconds before you were pulling him closer, fervently kissing him back.

He growled in approval, devouring you with surprisingly soft lips. Blindly, he walked you back until you hit a table. Unbreaking your connection, he helped you hop onto the surface, and you spread your legs for him to slot between. He pulled at your waist, enjoying the heat of your body against his, especially the haggard rise and fall of your chest.

“Still think I’m a sick bastard?” He cockily whispered against your swollen lips

“Shut up,” you groaned, smacking his shoulder harmlessly. He chuckled huskily and the sound made your thighs squeeze his narrow hips, drawing him impossibly closer.

“Who knew you had such a fighter’s spirit,” he purred. His nose rubbed against the side of your neck, his breath was warm as he whispered against your flesh. “I want to kill it.”

“Of course, you do.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, although half the reason came from the pleasure of his inquisitive tongue. “Kiss me again.”

He did as you commanded, and time fell away as you lost yourselves in each other. You were starting to undress the other when he said your name.

At least, you’d thought it was him, except for the fact his tongue was preoccupied exploring your mouth.

Realizing Lay wasn’t the one who spoke, your eyes sprang open and locked with Yixing’s, who stood in the doorway in utter shock.

“That’s not me,” he warned. He was visibly confused, and that you understood. In no world could Yixing picture the two of you like how you were. You’d never shown him any affection that wasn’t friendly. Guilt overcame you when realization widened his eyes. “But you know that, don’t you?”

Betrayal. A sick look of betrayal contorted his soft features and your stomach dropped.

Lay’s mocking laugh echoed throughout the empty room as he straightened, gaining your attention. He met your gaze with a lifted eyebrow, as if telling you to ‘watch this’ before turning to face his doppelganger.

“No, please.” You grabbed his arm, understanding how swiftly he could destroy Yixing, who lacked your shared fighting spirit.

Lay paused under your touch, calculating his next move. The two scrutinized the other, and for the first time, Yixing truly appeared identical to his clone. There was a hatred radiating off of him that you had no idea he was capable of emitting. He said your name again, and it sounded too much like a threat. The brewing anger in his tone had a chill run down your spine. “Let’s go.”

“I….” Your eyes bounced between the two men. They’re both so still and wound up, looking more like statues forever marbleized in a battle of wits.

“Lets. Go.” There’s no room for argument in Yixing’s repeated demand. He was testing you, testing your allegiance. It hurt that he doubted your loyalty, made worse from the fact you were questioning it yourself.

Lay finally moved, turning back to you. Wordlessly, he straightened the leather jacket you wore that dangled from your shoulders. He fixed your hair, making sure you were presentable. His hands had a calming effect that lead you to believe he was using his healing abilities to make sure any cuts or pain you felt vanished.

When you dared a look at him, his face was stoic except his eyes. What you once saw as voids were now filled with life, and within their depths you saw a secret message. A promise that he’d be back for you.

Self-hatred grew within you from the relief you felt seeing his promise.

“Okay, Yixing. I’m coming.” You gently shoved Lay back, pushing at his abdomen. He rested a palm over your hands as he retreated, giving you the room to slide off the table. You stumbled when your feet touched the floor, and he steadied you by the waist, holding you close. Yixing scoffed behind him, muttering something angry under his breath.

You really didn’t want to leave Lay, much to your disgust.

He sensed as much and gave you a reassuring nod that encouraged you enough to finally pull away from him, to head towards Yixing, your dear friend. He held his hand out for you, but you ignored it. You also ignored the hurt that caused him, exiting the room without looking back.

“Next time I see you,” you heard him threaten his evil twin. “You’re dead.”

You shivered again at his lethal calm. Yixing was unrecognizable at that moment.

 Ciao, my loves~ I’m going to get right to the point on this one: it’s a requested dominant!reader fic, so yeah. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I’m excited. You should be excited. Let’s do this shit! (Warning: I have no idea how sex clubs work in real life. I only know what I’ve seen in the media lol) Hope you enjoy!

P.S. You all love Lay so much, don’t you? He’s my most requested member!

It was no mystery you worked at a sex club and for what reason. Because you had that pride of yours, you made sure to tell everyone just why exactly you were wearing the skimpy lingerie and serving crusty business men drinks. 

Money of course. 

 You’d just entered your second year of university and you’d clearly not anticipated the cost, which led you to being a hostess at a sex club. Although you were definitely hesitant at first, the pay was immaculate and since you were still under twenty one, you were put on a pedestal in the club. So to say. 

 The other woman were fiercely protective of you, playfully calling you their baby and so on. You’re not one to refuse being babied, so you went along with it, grateful for the way they looked out for you. It was convenient when some greasy man would try to put the moves on you and one of your busty mother figures would ‘accidentally’ step on his toe with her five inch stilettos.  

 Not only did you think the pay was incredible, but the job itself was easy enough. Just like the famous geishas in Japan (although not as elegant), a man couldn’t force himself sexually on you, you had to give consent first. Usually though, notifying the bouncer was necessary because most didn’t understand that no meant no. They thought no meant yes and that buzz off meant take me I’m yours. Of course, you’d said yes a few times and didn’t regret it. But most of the men you were with were young, single, and kindly enough, making your time with them a little more bearable. 

 Your manager bustled throughout the sparkling club, telling girls to adjust their push-up bra or thong with just a look. Important and wealthier than usual guests were going to be arriving that night, so she was making sure everything was spick and spam, not a single hair or high heel out of place. She finally came over to you a gentle smile on her face, “Since you’ve been here for almost a year _____, the girls and I thought you’d like to wear something…a bit more you.“ 

 She handed you a small -and of course glittery- bag and encouragingly pushed you towards the dressing room, making you suspicious as to what the girls had schemed over behind your back.

 With a sigh, you closed one of the curtained changing rooms and stripped off your old, sexy lingerie, secretly grateful to get out of that uncomfortable bra. You pulled the tissue paper from the bag haphazardly, expecting something cringe worthy like a crotchless thong or see through bra.  

 You were genuinely surprised when you pulled out the cute, white ensemble. It was modest, in terms of looks, and rather flattering. The silky bra was simple, with a delicate pink bow in the middle, and accentuating your cleavage just enough to tease a man. You nearly jumped for joy when you saw that the bottom piece was not a thong, but regular underwear. Still sexy and alluring, but cute at the same time. You twirled in the mirror, giddy to see your butt cheeks were hardly exposed and walked out of the changing room. Everyone was waiting outside the changing room, their delighted coos and squeals making you blush happily.

 It was said every hostess had her own ‘appeal’, so to say. One girl was ‘quiet’, while another was 'angelic’; you on the other were supposed to be 'innocent, cute, and youthful with a hint of spicyness’. At least that’s what your manager ecstatically described your appeal as. 

 Speaking of which your manager pulled you to the side, her voice only within your ears’ reach, drowned out to other’s by the thumping music that started because guests were beginning to filter in. She placed her hands on your shoulders, ”_____,“ she was speaking in her mom voice, “A few very, very important guests are going to be arriving soon, and I have a special assignment for you. She pulled out a picture from her bra, handing it to you, "This is Zhang Yixing, your personal guest for the night. He wanted to be waited on by someone exactly like you, so this is why you’re only going to be entertaining him tonight.” Your studied the picture, taking in his chiseled jaw and kind brown eyes…you gasped, suddenly realizing you knew him. You looked up at your concerned manager, panicking, “I can’t wait on this person, I know him!”

 Your managers perfectly kept eyebrows furrowed, “What? How?" 

 You looked over your shoulder, checking to see if he walked in yet, "He went to the same university as me, graduated just this year. I can’t wait on him, I had classes with him for Christ’s sake!" 

 Your manager gave you that look, the look your mom gives you when your in trouble, "I don’t care if you’ve played beer pong with him at some god forsaken frat party, you’re going to attend to him,” her frown softened seeing your distress face, “I doubt he’ll even remember you _____. He’s young, famous, and wealthy, and you know you need that money if you want to keep attending school." 

 You took a shaking breath, resigning yourself, "I know." 

 Your managers lovely brown eyes suddenly lit up as she looked behind you, "Oh! He’s here _____, look!" 

 The photo of Zhang Yoxing did no justice to the god-like man that walked through the door. He was all suit and tie, dark hair perfect, and lips looking perfectly bite-able. He was unabashedly checking every girl out, his tongue tracing his bottom lip as his eyes flicked up and down the perfect bodies of your friends. You gulped, suddenly intimidated by how gorgeous and confident he was. 

 You spun to your manager, "You’re sure he requested someone like me? Because it sure looks like he’d prefer someone a bit more…flashy." 

 "I’m telling you ____-ah, he requested someone exactly like you." 

 You fanned yourself, suddenly embarrassed by how flustered you were getting, "I’m not in the greatest shape right now. I don’t think I can do this." 

 Your manager looked excited as she pushed you out onto the main floor, "This is what he wanted though! Someone all cute and blushy like you. Now get out there and win yourself some moola!" 

 "B-but!…,” you stuttered, but it was too late to go back now. You gulped once again, fixing your hair nervously as you began to approach his table, the most expensive in the whole joint, hidden behind a heavy velvet curtain in its own little corner. He was accompanied by other young money who were just as attractive to be honest, but you were on a mission and only had one man to please: Zhang Yixing. 

 You didn’t realize how your face was still pink as you tapped on his shoulder lightly, “E-excuse me? Mr. Zhang?" 

 He turned around and his lips parted slightly, his tongue licking tantalizingly over his bottom lip again, "Hello there, gorgeous.”

 You gave a shy smile, “My name is _____, and I’ll be taking care of you this evening." 

 Suddenly around the table, one of Yixing’s friends smirked, his eyes flicking up and down your body, "Wow, Yixing. Looks like you’re the lucky one tonight. If I’d known she was so pretty, I would’ve booked her myself.”

 Yixing rolled his eyes, giving you a sincere smile, “Don’t mind Baekhyun, he’s just jealous because he doesn’t have someone as cute as you.”

 You smiled, finding yourself genuinely pleased at his complement, “Thank you for being so kind, Mr. Zhang-”

 "Please,“ he interjected, taking one of your hands and guiding you down onto the dark patent leather seat beside him, "Just Yixing is fine, ____.”

 The way he said your name sent a shiver trembling up your spin, “Is there anything I can get for you?" 

 He smirked, his hand still holding one of yours. He stroked the back of your hand gently with his thumb, "No. Just you is fine." 

 You smiled, scooting a bit closer to his side, playing coy, "You sure? I just want you to be,” you reached over and straightened his tie for him, “As comfortable as possible. Let me know at once if you need anything." 

 His lips parted in surprise, but he smiled, his dimples showing up cutely, "Oh, I’ll make sure to let you know, ____-ah." 

 You noticed his head tilting down toward yours slightly, but you turned away suddenly, shocked that you were nervous to kiss him, "Um, I…" 

 You froze when you felt him turn your face to his again, his hand gently grasping your chin with eyes full of understanding, "You don’t have to be ashamed _____,” his lips were just a hairs breath away when he chuckled, “I knew it was you all along." 

 You couldn’t breath, but managed to mumble against his soft mouth, "What do you mean?” You could feel your lips graze his with every word. 

 He was lightly tracing your bra strap on your shoulder, his dark eyes watching his finger ghost of your skin, “I mean, that I know you’re the same _____ that I took classes with. The cute underclassman who was always at the top of the class and giving me a run for my money for the top spot." 

 You felt tears prick at your eyes as you turned beet red, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die, but you managed to choke out, "I’m sorry. Please don’t tell anyone, this is the only way I can make enough money to pay for university-”

 Yixing cut you off, pressing his lips onto yours. You could taste the salt of your tears as he kissed them away, “Don’t worry, by the end of tonight, you won’t be needing this job anymore.”

 You looked at him confusedly, “What are you-" 

 You gasped as he pulled you close for another searing kiss, his tongue begging for entrance as his hands scorched your skin wherever they touched. You finally granted him entrance, which he eagerly accepted, letting his tongue caress every inch of your mouth. He tasted like everything that was right and when your tongues twined and smoothed against each other, you felt truly aroused for the first time.  

 He knotted his fingers in the ends of your hair, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip just enough to tease you. Yes, you were supposed to be sweet, innocent, or whatever bullshit they called it, but in bed, you liked to be completely in control of the situation. As payback for the lip biting, you slipped your hand up his thigh, ghosting over the halfway aroused tent in his pants, making him groan in frustration. 

 You mumbled against his kiss, "Looks as though you’re wanting a little more than some kiss tonight, Yixing.”

 You teasingly unzipped his dress pants, letting your fingers barely graze his now fully erect dick. He gritted his teeth, “Please, _____,” he was practically sweating now, “Is there anywhere more private we can go?" 

 You smiled sweetly, zipping his pants back up and patting his bump playfully, "Of course,” you stood up and took his warm hand, “I did say I’d get you anything remember?" 

 You led him upstairs to your private customer room, letting him walk through the door before snapping it close. Your personal sex room was simple, but romantic at the same time. A king-sized bed was the centerpiece of the room, draped with the softest silk sheets the club could buy. A single nightstand stood to the side, in the drawer contained what you referred to as the 'essentials’: condoms and lube. You liked your room, but you clearly liked it more when Yixing was in it. 

 He looked like a lost puppy standing in the middle of the room, his erection still standing proud. You didn’t notice it before, but even restrained by his pants, you could tell he had both length and girth. With a smirk you walked up to him, draping your arms around his neck as you brought your lips to his. While distracting him with your kiss, you lightly slid his suit jacket from his shoulders, smiling slightly on hearing his relieved sigh. You pulled away from him, his dark eyes looking down at you confusedly, but you just grinned and climbed onto the bed, making sure he got a full view of your ass as you made your way to the headboard.

Yixing smirked, his eyes glazing over with arousal as he reached a hand up to undo his tie. Your own smirk dropped as you watched him let the tie snake off his shoulders as he took his time unbuttoning his shirt. You hardly realized you were doing it, but you were grasping the sheets in an iron grip as you watched him give you a little strip show. You moaned when he bit his own lip, looking at you from under his lashes as he unbuckled his belt. Each clink setting you on edge. You wanted nothing more than to ravish him right then and there. He looked completely fuckable to be brutally honest: slightly mussed dark hair, bruised lips, a light dusting of sweat to accentuate his chiseled body, and his painfully erect dick just hanging out there for you to take. 

 You lifted up a finger and beckoned him closer, your voice breathy but commanding, "Come here, Yixing.”

 To your surprise he obeyed, crawling onto the bed with you in all his naked glory. You were thrilled to bits he wasn’t against your bedroom dominating personality like the men you’d been with in the past were. In fact, by the way he’d shivered, you couldn’t help but think he even liked it. 

 He leaned down and kissed your ribs one by one, making his way down to your hips, his tongue dragging along your skin. You let your hand fall to his dark head and stroked his silky hair as he settled between your legs, your new panties already on the floor before you realized it.  

 You drew his strong jaw with your finger, lifting his chin so that he looked you in the eye. Your tongue traced your bottom lip as you captured his gaze, wanting his full attention on your every word, “Eat me out, Yixing. Make me feel good and I’ll reward you." 

 Yixing was more than happy to do as he was told as he dipped his tongue into your folds immediately. You moaned as he lapped at your already soaked heat, his lips sucking at your most sensitive bundle of nerves. He’d yet to even penetrate you and you were already a melty puddle of goo.  

 You threaded your fingers through hair when he suddenly pushed his tongue into your heat, stroking your insides with his wet muscle. You cried out when he began to hum, his hands squeezing your trembling thighs as you felt the tip of his nose push against your clit repeatedly as he thrust his tongue into your hole. You began to stutter his name awfully, feeling your climax approaching, "Y-Yixing!…Wait!" 

 He pulled back his face full of confusion, "Have I done something wrong ______? Did I hurt you?" 

 You answered by pushing him onto his back, attacking his lips as you tasted your sweetness on them. You straddled his waist, his member pulsing with need against your thigh. He groaned at just the slightest touch of your fingers, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You scooted back, taking a hold of his erection with delicate fingers. Yixing let out the cutest of moans the moment your lips touched the head, tonguing the slit with a smirk. As soon as you took his whole member into your mouth, he let out a strangled groan, his hands racing to your hair. As you bobbed your head up and down at a savory pace, you let your tongue lick up the underside of his dick, tasting the precum that’d been leaking there this whole time. Your own hands slid up and raked down his defined abs before settling on the base of his dick, to pump his member teasingly. 

 His voice rose an octave and you knew he was about to come, but you wouldn’t allow that, you were having too much fun. You gazed up at him, loving how simply distraught he looked in the dimly lit room. His voice trembled with need as he tugged at your waist, ”_____, please!…“ 

 You took his hand off you gently, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, sending it sailing onto the floor with the other articles of clothing that had been shed hastily. He tried to prop himself up onto his elbows, but you pressed his chest back into the mattress, straddling his waist in the process. You let your fingers trail across the skin of his shoulders and down his arms until you laced both your hands with his, "Yixing, baby, that was only just a taste of what you’ll be getting tonight.”

 While you’d been sucking him off, your core had become aroused again, dripping lewdly down your thighs and onto the sheets. It surprised you when you felt and saw it because you’d never been so aroused before. You leaned down and kissed over Yixing’s strong jaw, leaving dainty butterfly kisses all over the sensitive skin of his neck, causing him to hiss when you would nip playfully. 

While you were distracting him with your kisses, you’d managed to line your entrance with his member, anticipating the delicious feeling of his thick member inside of you. Biting your lip in want, you slowly slid yourself onto him, his voice cracked as the pleasure hit him too. The two of you sat there for a minute, relishing the feeling of your joined bodies and how perfectly they fit together.

 Lifting yourself up, you teasingly sunk back down onto him, gasping his name. He struggled to free his hands from where you’d pinned them with your own, but as soon as he saw the look in your eyes, he knew that tonight someone else was in charge. You rolled your hips as you simultaneously bounced up and down on his member, your walls squeezing him perfectly. He moaned loudly when you bent down to kiss and suck at his chest, leaving small hickeys in your wake. Although you had him pinned, Yixing still managed to not let you do all the work as he rolled his perfect hips up into you, creating a dance-like rhythm. 

 He moaned, tossing his head back, “Ah! ______!…” You hushed him, leaning down until you were at his neck, “Tonight, I want you to call me Noona.” If he’d forgotten that he was older than you, he didn’t seem to mind because as soon as you brought your full attention to sliding on his member, he was calling for his Noona. 

 Yixing looked up at you pleadingly, his dark eyes wild with lust, “Faster, Noona!” You complied, turned on by how desperate he was for you to fuck him into oblivion. As you sped up your pace, his erect member smoothly bent with every swivel of your hips, pushing against your g-spot deliciously. You could feel your end approaching and could tell Yixing was about to blow any time now, so you began to bounce on his hips more haphazardly, slamming down in his member aggressively. 

 He cried out as you pummeled him harder, “Please let me come inside you Noona!" 

 You gasped for breath, but still managed to tease him, "You want to come inside of me, _____? Do you love your Noona that much?" 

 Although his gaze was hooded with lust, you saw something real underneath it, "I love her more than anything." 

 At that point you were shell-shocked, releasing his hands and letting him take a hold of your hips and thrust up into you like a depraved animal. His grip on your hips would leave bruises, but for now you were completely content to let him do all the work for once. You orgasmed first, crying his name loudly and clenching tightly around his member, causing him to simultaneously orgasm as well. You milked the hot seed that shot powerfully into you, coating your walls one spurt after another. Yixing groaned after each shot of cum, feeling you tighten around him.  

 You leaned down and kissed his lips gently, your eyes softened with adoration, "Yixing?…" 

 You slid out of him as he pulled you down to his side, his arms wrapping around you comfortingly, ”_____, I really mean what I said earlier.“ 

 You pressed your forehead to his, your noses bumping cutely with each other as you gave a genuinely shy smiled, "Really?”

 He barely breathed as he spoke again, “Yeah. I really love you.” You blushed happily, burying your face into his neck, “So much for the whole rule about falling in love with your client." 

 He propped himself on his elbow and strokes strands of your soft hair, "Too bad you won’t be needing to follow those rules anymore." 

 You quirked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" 

 "Let me take you away from all of this,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek, “I’ll help you pay for university. I mean I know you’re probably to proud to accept my money, but-" 

 You kissed his lips, grinning at his surprised face, "Are you kidding me? I want nothing more than to be able to not walk around in lingerie for a bunch of crusty businessmen." 

 He chuckled, a bright and heart-lifting sound, "You sure? I mean, you’re awfully good at what you do.”  

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

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

"Order up Miss ____!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Oh my! I'm so sorry, miss!" 

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

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

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

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

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

 And so red. Right then, he smiled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 You arched an eyebrow, "Know what?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Frankly, it was exhilarating.

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

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

That is, except when it was Lay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "Oh please Baekhyun," you scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 He laughed softly, "Surprised?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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