Pairings: Na baekjin x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Your boyfriend's late for your fourth monthsary, and you're mad—like, really mad. But Baekjin's determined to make things right with you.
Genre: smut (make-up sex)
Warnings: NSFW, language, praise kink, not using protection, marking/biting, oral (F!receiving) and overstimulation.
MDNI! This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, reader discretion is strongly advised. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.
W/C: 3,863 (lmao)
Photos are from pinterest.
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The apartment is quiet—too quiet.
You're sat on the edge of the couch, fingers running over the smooth fabric of your dress, his favourite dress—the one he once tugged at with rough fingers and half-lidded eyes, whispering things that made you weak.
You'd slipped it on with careful fingers, remembering how his eyes darkened the first time you wore it. How he pulled you in without a word and traced the zipper like it was something sacred.
His eyes lingered a little longer, his hand brushing the curve of your waist, "you're dangerous in that, you know?" He muttered, without looking directly at you, his hand coasted just low enough to make you shiver. "Don't wear that if you're planning to walk away from me."
You hadn't forgotten. Of course you hadn't. So when you started planning your fourth monthsary, this was the first thing you pulled from your closet. You had imagined this evening a hundred times. The way he'd walk through the door, take one look at you, and forget everything else.
You bite the inside of your cheek as you look around the apartment. You decorated the place yourself—low lights, candles, wine already poured and the table beautifully set. You'd stopped checking the time. Every glance only carved the dissapointment deeper.
He's late.
And you're mad. You have every right to be. Because you are here—beautiful and ready—and he couldn't even show up on time. You raise your glass of wine to your lips and took a sip, swallowing the bitterness that had nothing to do with the drink. If he walks in now, you wouldn't smile. You wouldn't melt. And will act like you hadn't just been watching the door like it owed you something.
You glance at your phone again. One unread message.
나백진 💬 Sorry. Something came up. I'm on my way.
That had been fourty five minutes ago.
Your jaw clenches. You don't want to be mad. Not tonight. Not on your fourth monthsary. You'd spent the whole day looking forward to tonight. You shook your head, standing up to check yourself in the mirror by the hallway. Your reflection stares back—lipstick slightly faded, curls still intact, and the expensive necklace he gave you resting at your collarbone. You adjust the necklace, then smoothed your hands down the sides of the dress.
This night was supposed to be great. Typical Baekjin.
You bite your lower lip. You looked perfect for him. You sit back down again and cross your legs, the fabric sliding up your skin. This is stupid. All of it. Your chest felt full—of what? You aren't sure. Anger? Embarassment? You sit in silence—pretty and patient.
Waiting........and waiting.
.
..
You don't move when a knock came, just kept staring at the door. The candles had already burned halfway and the wine had settled. Then another knock came from someone who had you waiting all night. Another beat. Then you move. You unlock the door slowly, deliberately. When it swings open, you find him standing there—Na Baekjin, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand, his other shoved in his jacket's pocket and shoulders tense like he expected a slap instead of a welcome kiss.
He holds out the bouquet. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. You roll your eyes with a sharp click of your tounge "Tch," as you turn on your heel and walk away without a word. No greeting. No warmth. He stares at the back of your dress as you moved—his throat tightens. He steps in silently, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. "You're more than late." You say, coldly, not bothering to hide the sting in your voice. "But hey, atleast you graced me with your presence eventually."
He doesn't defend himself; just takes slow steps toward you, bouquet still clutched in his hand like an offering you wouldn't accept. (Definitely) you don't look back. Wouldn't dare. Because if you did, you might cave. His eyes wander around the apartment, You had done this all for him. You look breathtaking, even now—especially now, actually.
He moves behind you slowly, each step careful. His hand finds your waist, your body going stiff. He turns you around gently and brings the bouquet up to your face, a crooked little grin tugging at his lips, one that makes you melt. "I'm sorry," he says again, in that low voice that makes your knees weak.
You raise a brow and scoff, pushing him gently with one hand on his chest. "I waited. Like—like a fool. You don't just show up with roses and expect everything to be fine. I—" your breath catches. Baekjin chuckles—soft and quiet—as he places the bouquet down on the table. "Worked on something." He says, his tone more solemn than before. "Nothing important now." His hand lifts, the back of it grazing your cheek—slow, careful.
You turn slightly but don't stop him. His eyes scan your face like he's trying to memorize it all over again—the faint mascara smudged beneath your lashes from tearing up a bit, and the way your jaw clenches from holding back emotion. Then comes a kiss—soft, apologetic—on your cheek. He lets the kiss linger a second longer before whispering near your ear, "i'll make it up to you," He says with a small smile. His other hand slips to your waist, joining the first.
You feel the firmness of his grip, the way it tethers you to the moment. "I promise, angel." He murmurs, nose almost brushing yours. You look up at him, your anger softened—but not forgotten.
Scoffing softly, you tear your eyes away from him. "Yeah, right." Baekjin lets out a quiet sigh, his fingers curling just slightly tighter on your waist as he pulls you in—closer, until there is no space left between your bodies.
He leans down, eyes trailing your every stubborn motion. "Look at me," he pleads, his voice low, coaxing. You don't. You keep your gaze to the side, jaw tight, lips pursed—but your body doesn't lie. You hate how your heart betrays you, stumbling over its own rhythm.
His hand slides up your back, smoothing up the curve of your spine before returning to settle at your waist again. He tilts his head, "i said i'll make it up to you, real good." He whispers, hand reaching up, gently turning your face towards him.
When you finally look at him, he was already gazing down at you with a look that made your stomach twist. And then he kisses you— his mouth meeting yours in a searing drag, slow enough to savor but hard enough to make you forget why you were mad in the first place. The kiss deepens, growing hungry fast.
His lips move with heat, coaxing you to give in, moving as if he wants to taste the time he missed. You melt, even if your pride screamed against it. Just him and you, the apology sealed with every stolen breath shared between your lips.
You barely notice when your fingers had curl into the collar of his jacket. The candles flicker, ignored. The food sits untouched. And Baekjin's kissing you like the world doesn't exist outside this moment. He breaks the kiss, only long enough to murmur into your lips, breath heavy. "You and that fucking dress.."
One hand stays firm on your waist while the other wanders upward, fingers ghosting along your back, trailing over the zipper of your dress, then sliding back down to the curve of your hips. You feel the heat of his touch, every movement drags a shiver out of you. "God, baby...i don't deserve you looking this good." He says, his voice rough and quiet. He places a kiss on your cheek, then another at the corner of your jaw.
You try to respond, but he kisses you again—deeper, needier. And while his mouth claims yours, his hands map every inch of your frame. When he pulls away, his gaze is dark with admiration. Your breath hitches, his lips curve into a knowing smile. "I'll spend all night making up to you," he says. "Just let me show you." Baekjin's hands slide lower, and with one confident pull, he lifts you up—your body weightless against his.
Your feet leave the ground so fast you gasp out his name, "Baekjin!—" your hands grabbing the back of his neck for support, legs wrapping around his waist. He smirks, his fingers locked around the back of your thighs, thumbs brushing softly along your skin beneath the hem of your dress, adjusting his hold.
You're breathless, eyes wide, and he just stares at you—devouring every inch of you in that dress. "Let me show you how good sorry can feel," he says, his voice low and threaded with something dangerous. Your heart's pounding, his eyes locked on yours.
You feel your face burning, lips parting in stunned silence. "Baekjin," you mutter, flustered. "Put me down." He laughs under his breath. "Should i?" his tone cocky but warm.
Then, quieter, closer to your ear, "i'm making it up to you, aren't i?" He starts walking, the hallway stretching before you, lit only by the soft golden hue of your decorative lights.
You cling to him as he carries you, turning to make his way toward the bedroom, each step deliberate and sure. "Still mad?" He asks, tilting his head to catch your eyes. You can't even answer. You are coming with him, whether you are ready or not.
He kicks the bedroom door with his foot, not even slowing down. He gently lays you down the bed, feeling the cool of the silk sheets beneath you. For a moment, he doesn't move. Just stood over you, eyes drinking you in with something that looks alot like disbelief—like seeing you in that dress knocks the breath out of him.
Baekjin hovers above you, one knee resting on the edge of the mattress. His hand reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress, fingers fiddling with it, but he doesn't pull yet.
"Tell me to stop." He murmurs, though his eyes plead for the opposite. You give a slow nod, lips parted slightly. "Don't." And with that, his lips curl into the faintest smirk. He unzips your dress, slowly—as if savoring every second the dress slips from your body, your skin greeting the air.
Baekjin lets out a soft exhale, eyes following every curve revealed, his breath catching as more of you goes unveiled. "Your body drives me insane," he says, voice low and strained. You gasp as he takes one breast in his hand, massaging it gently.
He leans in slowly, his mouth grazing your already hard nipple, then enveloping it with a soft, slow, suck. The sound that leaves your throat makes him twitch in his jeans. "Fuck..Y/N." He breathes against your chest, tongue flicking lazily on your nipple, his mouth sucking you delicately.
"You're unreal," Baekjin whispers, eyes locking on yours as he marks on your skin with his teeth. You arch into him, breath catching as he groans in response, the sound low and raw against your skin. He moves lower, whispering praises between every breath. He drags his mouth across your skin, each press of his lips seemed to carry a wordless apology.
Your fingers curl in the sheets as he guides your legs apart. He settles between your thighs, his eyes flick up to yours again, pupils blown wide as he laughs breathlessly. "Fuckin' perfect." His lips meet your skin again, giving warm, open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs. Then, carefully, Baekjin hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties, slowly easing it down your legs as if unwrapping something precious, exposing more of you to his eager gaze and lips.
His mouth quickly finds your pussy, making a soft gasp leave past your lips, your back arching as heat pools in your cunt. You bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan, your hands already in his hair, fingers tangling—silently begging him to never stop.
He nibbles on your clit slightly, making your body twitch and skin tingling. He eats you out slowly, savoring your taste. He alterns between licking and gently biting you, his low rumbling groan vibrating against your cunt, sending a rush of warmth pulsing through your body.
Your legs tremble, thighs tightening around his head. You're unable stop the moan that escapes past your lips, your hips bucking slightly. Every time you moan, every time your fingers thread through his hair and tug, he eats you out more intensely—like a man starved.
He slowly pulls away from your pussy, a string of saliva forming as he let out a low guttural groan. He locks eyes with you, gaze not faltering as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them slowly. His eyes flick down to your throbbing cunt then returning to meet your eyes again. He grins, running his damp fingers along your inner thigh before slipping them past your folds, drawing a loud, surprised moan from your lips.
He doesn't tear his eyes away from your face, watching you with delight as his fingers move inside you, fast and deep enough to hit your g-spot, making your body tremble. His mouth finds your cunt once again, sucking on your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your cunt makes that sweet, wet sound every time he curls his fingers just right. The obscene squelch only spurs him on.
Every motion sends your body to jolt, your hands having already left his hair, now gripping the sheets tightly. You let out a sharp, loud moan, voice trembling from how good it feels. Your breathing starts to go faster and uneven as waves of heat pulse through you. You tilt your head back, eyes squeezed shut, lost entirely in the dizzying pleasure.
His fingers continously pump inside you, now with a more relentless pace. A ragged moan slips from your throat, the sound cutting through the air. You cry out, loud and breathless, mixing with the sound of your sloppy cunt getting relentlessly abused. Your moans grow louder, your cunt clenching around his fingers, the pleasure nearly too much to bear.
His tongue glides through your folds, the soft, wet smacks and loud slurps of his mouth fills the room. His mouth hungrily works on you, dragging out every delicious, intimate noise until you're trembling beneath him.
You tremble violently, your breath hitching in ragged gasps. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white, eyes rolling back, and legs quaking. The knot inside you breaks with a sudden snap, a loud breathy moan escaping your lips as your whole body convulses, back still arched. Baekjin let's out a soft, satisfied laugh.
"Fuck.." you let out, your body still tingling, your breath shaky. And just as you started to catch it, Baekjin's mouth dives back to your cunt without hesitation—his fingers finding their way inside you again. Every flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers is perfectly timed to drive you wild.
"Too much.." you gasp out, your body still trembling uncontrollably. Your hands reach up to push him off, but he doesn't falter. His eyes never leave your face, dark and focused. You cry out, your hands pushing weakly against his shoulders.
"Baekjin—" your voice breaks as the pleasure surges again, stronger this time. Hot tears spill down your cheeks, the pleasure already too much. "I want you to cum again f'me," he says against your cunt. And with that, your second orgasm crashes through you in full force, the release almost overwhelming. Your body twitches involuntarily—small spasms of pleasure that make you gasp. You can barely think, overwhelmed by the intense flood of sensation.
He slowly and carefully withdrew his fingers, making your pussy ache with sensitivity. He slips his fingers between his lips, his eyes locked on yours, tongue curling around them with a reverent hum. "I'm not done," he says, low and promising. You swallow hard when he hovers on top of you again, tilting your chin up with his finger. "Let me keep showing you.." he murmurs, leaning down, pressing a long kiss on your forehead. "How sorry i am." He grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
His hands slowly went to his belt, undoing it with steady fingers as he watches you beneath him, still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm. The clink of the buckle echoes in the quiet as he unfastens it, his gaze never straying from yours. As he pulls it free, he lets it hang loose for a second, then drops it on the floor. His shoulders roll back as he tugs off his jacket, letting it slip down his arms and land beside the belt.
Baekjin's fingers move next to the button of his pants. One pop, then the soft slide of his zipper follows. He steps out of his pants, and brings both hands up to the hem of his polo neck. With a pull, he peels it over his head, ruffling his already tousled hair. Your eyes flicker downward, landing on his black boxer briefs. His cock is already hard, pressing firmly against the fabric.
He tugs down the waistband of his boxer briefs, freeing his cock, throbbing with need and raw desire, the tip flushed a deep pink— the sight of him still makes your breath hitch. He positions himself, lining up his eager tip with your slick, dripping cunt. He glides his tip teasingly along your folds.
"Baekjin." You warn, eyes narrowing. "C'mon." He grins, clearly enjoying the effect he's had on you. "Just taking my time," he murmurs. You grit your teeth, feeling the delicious torture of his teasing. "Baekjin.." voice trembling, frustrated. "Please, i need you." Baekjin's lips curl into a soft—low laugh, loving every second of your frustration. Then, he enters your needy cunt—inch by inch, filling you up completely. The sudden fullness makes you gasp, a mix of surprise and relief flooding through you.
His hands grip your hips firmly but gently, grounding you as he begins to move slowly, deliberately thrusting inside you. "So perfect, every inch of you," his voice in a low growl, filled with admiration, eyes watching your face intently. "You're incredible." He whispers, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, fingers lingering on your cheek before moving back to your hips.
His pace quickens, each thrust coming harder and faster. You moan, fingers digging onto his shoulders as pleasure builds inside you. "Fuck—don't stop," You mewl, voice thick with need, your hips bucking, chasing every thrust with a need you can't hide. "Please," you gasp, raw and desperate. Your legs wrap around his waist, trying to draw him even deeper, your whole body alive with a fire you can't control.
The sound of your moans is like music to him, groaning as you clench around him. "F-fuck, you're made for me." He rasps, jaw clenched as he pulls almost all the way out before sinking back in, "you take me so well, baby."
His mouth finds your shoulder, teeth sinking in the delicate skin— just hard enough to leave a bruising bite—then pressing a tender kiss over the mark. He glances down, watching how your tight slushy cunt squelches around his cock. "look at you," he murmurs, voice rough. "So damn good for me."
He soaks in every moan, every tremble, every gasp of his name as he slams into you with a rhythm that sends tremors through the bed. "You're squeezing me like you never want to let go." His thumb grazes your already swollen lip, watching it tremble. His palm slides down, fingers splayed across your stomach, pressing down gently—just enough for you to feel the full weight of him inside you.
"Feel that?" He murmurs, eyes fixed on your face. "Right here," his hand applies more pressure, just above your pelvis, "that's me." You whimper, pussy clenching around him again. He chuckles low, his voice dragging. "So good," he praises, his thumb stroking your skin soothingly. "So damn good."
His breathing grows heavier, lips parting just slightly. You can feel the way his body tightens, every muscle coiling like a spring about to snap. His jaw clenches, and a low, almost silent moan escapes him. His eyes flutter close, brows furrowing as he holds back his release.
He's right there, on the edge, but he's not giving in just yet. Your legs quiver uncontrollably, loud moans escaping your lips. You feel an orgasm wash over you in perfect sync with his.
Your eyes squeeze shut, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as your lips part in a quiet, breathless moan. "Let go for me." The words send a shiver down your spine, grounding you in the moment as your body trembles with pleasure.
You let out a cry as your body arched, tightening around his cock as you come undone. Even as your body spasmed around him, his thrusts didn't waver.
After a few more measured thrusts, his movements slow down. Then with a low moan, he cums. His warmth inside you spreading gradually, filling you in completely. He slowly pulls out, his cum thick and sticky, oozing out of you. You shiver slightly as you feel his cum settle inside you, exhaling a soft, shaky sigh.
He collapses gently on top of you, his weight comforting rather than heavy. Your fingers move slowly, tracing lazy circles along his back, while a small contented smile tugs at your lips. He lets out a light chuckle, still catching his breath. He murmurs, "Happy fourth monthsary." His lips then follow with a kiss pressed gently to your neck.
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..
Maybe you forgive him.
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I wasn't sure if i finish this or not, but decided to go ahead. (this shi been sitting on my drafts for so sooooo long) This is an apology fic for still not having released part two of Unexpected👻
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