COME DOWN

When the food was simmering away you were finally able to take a nice hot and thorough shower. This step was the most important one. It was top priority to get the blood from underneath your nail plate and the irony smell out of your hair. Most people don’t know but the smell of blood when you’re confined with it in such a tight space for so long, can really stick to oneself. So you scrubbed yourself meticulously. You used your favorite berry scented shampoo and you finally felt fresh when you hopped out the shower.

You wanted to impress Baekhyun. That much was true, yes. But not only with your cooking skills. You wanted to wow him. You pestered for a good half an hour on what you should or rather what you should not wear. After trying countless combinations you settled on a cute flowy summer dress. But unlike the ones you wear most of the time this one was more singed at the waist and under your breast which lifted their shape slightly, it looked flirty but not revealing either. Well behaved but not muted.

The print accentuated the feminine aspect of it. It had a beautiful nude color with deep burgundy red roses on it. At the hips the dress switched from being close-fitted to a nice flowey round skirt which gracefully floated to the middle of your thighs revealing just enough skin to want to see more. With this you paired a beautiful pair of high heeled sandals with thin brown leather straps that wrap around your ankles and slightly up your calves. The shoes elongated your legs and gave that extra sultry vibe to the look.

To dress up your decolletage you chose a fine gold chain with a discreet single diamond pendant and small gold button earrings.

You were not very used to wearing makeup but you still managed to whip up a natural look with discreet gold eyeshadow at the center of your lids, illuminated complexion with a pop of concealer and blush. And a cherry lip gloss that added a nice highlight and made your lips appear fuller.

You figured you might as well wear your hair in an updo because you knew you were going to continue cooking and you didn’t want to constantly keep brushing the hair out of your eyes. Plus that hairdo would allow your earrings to be shown.

Finally as the last (and maybe most important) step you picked your favorite perfume to finish off the look. An expensive and sensual fragrance of exquisite jasmine, sandalwood and mirabelle, a fragrance you would have to import directly from Sicily everytime you would run out.

And with that the look was complete. Nervousness suddenly hit you when you were finally done and your mind had nothing to think about but the incredibly handsome, infinitely gorgeous and astonishingly good looking man that was shortly arriving to take your virginity.

Your guts contorted into a tight knot when you thought about the eventuality of this late evening… Thankfully the sultry lingery set that you were wearring contrasted nicely with the cute dress you picked out. That gave you enough confidence to shake your head and puff your chest in the mirror. You smiled to yourself tucking away a rebellious strand of hair back in your bun.

When suddenly the awaited (and dreaded) doorbell rang. The whole appartement fell silent. Not even the boiling jjigae dared to make noise. Not even the busy Seoul streets. Not even your thumping heart.

“It’s okay y/n…” you breathed in and out deeply, closing your eyes and laying a trembling hand on your chest “you’re going to be fine”.

You walked or rather staggered to the front door to open up. When your feeble hand pulled on the doorknob and you laid eyes on him you held on tight to the poor metal handle just to make sure you were still holding onto reality.

Because there was no way in all heavens that Baekhyun wasn’t just an angel sent from above to grace you.

He was out of this world. He was wearing a white and navy silk shirt with text prints on it, even though it was a button down Baekhyun cunningly chose to not fasten many of them. The silver chains dangling low on his chest inexorably pulled your gaze down to the thin skin between his pecs (which he didn't fail to notice of course). He paired the shirt with tight black jeans that were perfectly hugging his robust thighs, the slim cut making his legs appear even longer. The fact that he wasn’t wearing that brown apron to hide away all these gorgeous features was completely and utterly unfair to your frail and inexperienced heart.

When you mustered the courage to finally look at his face the single dangling earring caught your eye first then the trendy black metal circled glasses and the slicked back blonde hair and finally the small smirk that was playing on his lips and when he noticed the slight tremble of your lip.

He looked absolutely deadly…

“You don’t look bad either” he said, practically reading your mind. His eyes trailing from the high heeled sandals and working their way up your legs to the stem of the dress to the curve of your waist to the fine gold chain resting on your collarbones and finally your eyes.

You thickly gulped down while he licked his lips seductively.

“May I come in?” he asks while stepping into your personal space. You catch a faint whiff of his cologne before you clumsily stumble back to let him in while he steps into the hall. A rich, earthy smell of burnt wood and vanilla, and of course, the sub aroma of coffee.

You tried your hardest not to decompose before his eyes and rapidly started speaking just to keep your mind from wandering too far.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses” you blurted out, speaking of the first thing that came to your mind.

“Well yeah… I have terrible eyesight” he said while squinting adorably and bringing his face close to yours. “I figured I might wear them to make sure I can see how pretty you were. '' He said, his face coming dangerously close to you and your heart started to race when your eyes trailed down to his pink pouty lips, instantly reminded of their soft cushiony feeling on yours. “Naah… I’m just joking” he said standing back up straight chuckling to himself, satisfied of sweeping you off your feet with only a supported look in your direction. “I only wore them for fashion” he wiggled his eyebrows amusingly and you laughed along with the much needed comedic relief.

“Well anyways it smells so good in here. What did you cook up for me baby?” he said, his deep voice dripping with honey. You definitely love it when he calls you baby.

“I made army stew” you shyly replied, averting his gaze.

“Oh I love a good budae jjigae” he says excitedly, eyes creasing cutely.”But” he spotted the wrapped box on the console. “What's that?” he pointed at the box.

“Oh I almost forgot” you swiftly grabbed the box and handed it to him. “I got this for you”

“For me?” he pointed at himself while delicately taking the box with his other hand.

“Yeah”

He carefully pulled on the knots and untied the ribbons then ripped the wrapping to uncover a brand new high end smartphone.

“Y/n… Are you serious?”

You couldn't make of Baekhyun’s reaction. He didn’t look happy, which was a surprise. Actually you can't tell what he feels at all.

“Well…I… I thought that this was better than your old phone that can’t even display your number when you call or send text. Sooo… I figured I might as well get you a new one” you sounded apologetic, almost regretful.

“Thank you” he finally said, beaming at you with such brightness.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah of course it’s just that you shouldn't have… these are pricey” he said instinctively checking for the tag on the box.

“Don’t worry it’s not much for me” you carelessly said, which Baekhyun doesn’t seem to hear.

You proceeded to step in the living room. And Baekhyun was instantly taken aback by the luxury of the room.

“Y/n you told me you lived in an apartment! Not a penthouse!” He exclaimed, eyes dashing all over, taking in the opulence of the place. You laughed at his cute reaction. It’s true that you’ve been so accustomed to nice things that you don’t even notice them anymore.

“My dad got it for me recently” You said bashfully scratching the back of your head. And even if Baekhyun couldn’t possibly guess with that phrase alone what kind of activity your family was involved in, your guts still twisted in worry. The fact that this place was a gift from your father was the exact reason why it was so extravagant.

Your dad lived in a big mansion just outside the city, every corner of the place had rococo decor. Big Renaissance fountains and statues in the hall. Gold plated plumbing in the many bathrooms, high ceilings, black russian marble on the floor. The house was so conspicuous about the wealth of the people residing in it that it felt almost like a parody.

You on the other hand were the complete opposite. You always thought you got this from your mother. Before she died you lived with her in Sicily. You occupied a nice, rather big it’s true, villa. The place was comfortable and spacious but it was rather minimalistic. Nothing sparkled with gold and diamonds. It was more elegant. That's what you liked most. That was why, for instance, you wore discreet and modest looking clothes even if they were designer and made from the finest fabric they were still wearable and unnoticeable for the unseasoned eye.

So even if your dad made tremendous efforts not to slip into his faults, the appartement still had his personal grandiose touch.

“How about I let you have a stroll around the place while I serve the food?” you suggested with a smile and Baekhyun was quick to agree, almost instantly disappearing in the corridor.

While you were busy serving him a generous portion of stew you heard him yell from afar.

“That jacuzzi looks amazing!!!”

You chuckled to yourself and proceeded to serve yourself a bowl too.

“Y/n, I found that in one of the bedrooms.” he said holding a gold watch.

“Yeah it’s my father’s" you said, stirring the stew with the chopsticks while Baekhyun got seated.

“This gold rolex is your father's?” oddly, his voice sounded harsh which made you look up at him. His eyes are once again unfathomable, he stares back at you with that blank expression you can’t read.

“Yeah, he helped me move around some furniture in my bedroom and he forgot it here”

Baekhyun set the watch to the side. And when he lifted his eyes up again, their usual glow was back.

“I mean the apartment… the rolex...What does he do for a living?”

Your heart stopped.

The question made you freeze for a second as you sunk a piece of sausage to the bottom of the bowl, doing your best to not look suspicious of anything. Even if you prepared for that it still took you aback.

“Well, you know, it’s a small family business” you just vaguely responded, keeping your eyes on the stew.

“Well looks like business is really good” he said, opening his mouth wide, laughing with that crystal clear laugh that you love so much. A sound that melts the anxiety of the loaded question right away. Then he brought a big spoon full of the broth to his mouth. He didn't even bother blowing on it and shoved it in his mouth, closed his eyes and frowned. You couldn't tell whether it was because he got third degree burnt or because the taste of the broth was horrendous.

“So how is it?” you hesitantly asked, nervousness seeping from your word.

“Delicious! Oh my god!! Wow.” He went right away for seconds. “The food is too distracting right now but don't go thinking I didn’t catch you changing the subject” he said with a mouthful while you giggled awkwardly.

It filled your heart to the brim to see him enjoy the food you prepared with love for him.

“Well eat your heart out because I made six servings” you laughed joyfully. Then you heard a buzzing sound. Immediately Baekhyun set his chopsticks and spoon down to get his old phone out of his pockets. His eyes briefly swept through the screen, maybe reading a text before he shoved it back in his pocket and merily went back to spoon out some of the borth.

“Wooow” he exclaimed again, smacking his lips.

You laughed again.

Baekhyun ended up taking three full bowls of jjigae you never noticed before because you never stuck around in the shop long enough but when he eats he cutely hums songs happily as he stuffs his cheeks full. Baekhyun is not the shy eater type. He will try to fit 3 pieces of pork belly at once in his mouth and succeed most of the time which was an impressive skill.

The whole evening was going rather smoothly. Baekhyun was easy going and fun to hang out with. You almost forgot why he was here and what this night was leading to. You felt at ease with him. Happily chatting away, listening to his funny nonsense or complaining about annoying customers or even giving you interesting anecdotes on how he started his business. You loved the way his eyes lightened up when he was talking about what pasionnated him.

Baekhyun truly was a businessman. He knew about the stakes of good suppliers, customer relations and general management. Baekhyun showed great promise and you knew that in time, he would make a great head of the family by your side. The ruthlessness of your particular field of work was the only thing he was missing but there was plenty of time for that, plenty of time to ease him into the family business. And now definitely wasn’t the time.

But then your train of thought was interrupted by his phone, again.

Punctually his phone would buzz in his pocket and most of the time, he would ignore it but sometimes he would take it out and type a brief response.

Who is it?

The question was burning your lips and you wanted to ask so badly but your father didn’t raise you to be nosey. In fact, he raised you to be the exact opposite so you kept your indiscreet mouth shut.

As Baekhyun set his phone back in his pocket he raised his eyes back to you.

“Don’t worry baby it’s no one important”

Is he reading your mind ?

“Just checking the time you know” your heart sunk in your stomach. You immediately looked up at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. Almost midnight, it read.

“Sorry I should let you head home” you must be boring him you thought to yourself. Of course you were.

“No” he said, his voice shifting again, reminding you of the tone he used in the shop just yesterday. “I was just wondering when it was going to be time for desert”

Fuck…

Your heart jumped from the bottom of your stomach to your throat, over excitedly pumping boiling blood and adrenaline through your veins, making your cheeks and chest burn.

“Are you blushing baby girl?” he whispered while he leaned in over the table closing in the distance between you. “You’re so fucking cute”.

“Thank you” you squeaked, embarrassing yourself which made Baekhyun chuckle.

“Are you daydreaming about all the nasty stuff I texted you about?” you stayed frozen solid as you lost track of yourself in his dark brown orbs. He kept on leaning in, you licked your lips nervously and Baekhyun’s eyes instantly shifted down to them.

“You want me to make your dreams come true Princess?” Now his lips were grazing over your wet ones. This simple little touch sent a shot of electrifying sparks in your core. You nodded your head slowly.

“Say it” he whispered even quieter now as his warm hand slipped beneath the table and under your flowy dress, fingertips brushing over the thin skin of your inner thigh. You couldn't help but let out a meek little whimper which made him smirk. “Say it, princess” he repeated, his hand continuing to progress on your thigh until he reached the delicate lace lining of your panties. Not quite touching you yet. So close but yet so far.

“Please make my dream true, sir” you huffed, giving in, surrendering yourself without putting up much of a fight.

“Good girl"

Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, prying your mouth open to taste you, not letting you time to protest but even if you could have it was never your intention. You waited long enough for that. And you chose him. With him it finally felt right.

Baekhyun’s pointer finger pressed precisely on your clit, applying pleasurable pressure on it, making you gasp and bang your knee on the table, nearly knocking over your half full bowl. as he put more pressure on it. Not giving you the satisfaction of friction just yet. Just driving you even crazier with desire. So in a shameful and unpremeditated reflex you bucked your hips against his single finger.

Immediately he retracted his hand and broke the kiss. You bit your lips in regret as you opened your eyes back up to look at him. A familiar evil twinkle was dancing in his eyes.

“What a naughty girl” he wrapped a firm hand around your nape. “Grinding her little pussy against me like this” the remark made you blush in embarrassment.

“Blushing again?” he asked, this time practically growling. “You’re really trying to make me go insane.”

At once he got up, making his chair fall back, he harshly lifted you up by the arm and flipped you over his shoulder with ease. Caring your body like it was nothing but a mear feather.

He walked through the living room and hall with big strides and tossed you on the bed, earning a yelp from you. He didn’t even bother to switch on the light, only keeping the door open, the lighting from the hall making the atmosphere incredibly intimate.

“Take this flimsy dress off. Now. Keep the heels” his tone was demanding and impatient. So much so that even the crippling fear of what you were about to do was swept away and replaced by the fear of disobeying your master’s orders.

You opened the zip in the back of your dress and just let it slide off your body, revealing the burgundy lingerie set you carefully picked out for him.

“Fuck" he swore under his breath as his eyes trailed down your high heeled scadals to the curved you thighs and your chest hidden away in the beautiful bra and finally to your glistening collarbones.

You swallowed thickly at the sight of the tent he was so visibly pitching in his pants, making it look incredibly uncomfortable.

“Fucking lace?” he asked, hands going to the navy blue silk shirt. “Only sluts wear lace” he grunted rapidly, shedding every piece of clothing he had. Even the tight boxers, making his thick and hard cock spring up and stand tall.

He looked glorious, the light from the hall was casting his large shadow on the wall, the silver chains and necklaces hanging low on his chest pulling your eyes further down to the incredible cock you were so vividly remembering from yesterday, your mouth instinctively watering.

“Spread your legs” he ordered and you did. Fat cock in hand he stood on his knees and harshly pulled on your hips to take you closer to him, you let out another whimper.

His hot tip touched your clothed little pussy, aiming directly at the sensitive bud. Baekhyun took a wicked pleasure in making teasing slow circles. As close to you as he was, the miniscule ply of fabric between you was way too much. So you whimpered again.

When his tip pressed on you, you suddenly got nervous.

“Please… I-... Baekhyun… I’ve never” you stumbled on your words.

“Don’t worry princess” he smiled reassuringly at you “I’ll make you nice and ready for me”.

He pulled on your legs and brought your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. He laid gentle kisses on your pubic bone before catching the lace between his teeth. He looked back up at you with the same eyes you saw in the shop, the same blazing desire that made your center quiver in anticipation.

He slid the panties down to your ankles where it hung on one of your feet.

“Will you be a good girl for me baby ?” he asked, voice strained and heavy while he eyed down your thighs tightly pressed together.

“Y-yes sir” you murmured, goosebumps rising on your bare skin.

“Then let me see your beautiful little pussy and spread your legs for me baby.”

With a shaky breath you parted your thighs slowly and as your knees got further and further apart Baekhyun’s smirk got wider and wider.

“Fuck” he breathed out eyes fixed on your aching, quivering center. His breath tickled your intimate parts as he leaned in. “Dessert is fucking served” he whispered before digging in. Instantly, he aimed his tongue at the swollen bud.

The contact of his wet and cool tongue made you arch your back, sinking your head back in the plushy mattress.

“Fuck you taste so good babydoll” he said not parting himself from you, vibrations pulling a sharp breath out your trembling lips.

This feels different from anything you’ve ever done to yourself; it has no comparison at all.

“You like my mouth on your soaked little pussy?” he asked teasingly, slowing down the pace, gently sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Yes, sir” you cried out, taking out the frustration of this slow pace onto the sheets, fisting them angrily.

“What about this?” he slipped one slender finger inside your narrow little pussy. Your lips rounded up in surprise as you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face.

“Fuck” you swore when you felt his blunt nail pushed deep inside you, rubbing circles on your sweet spot.

“Aw baby! Does that feel good?”

You only nodded as a response, your eyes starting to prickle with tears as he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the pace to a point where you couldn’t help but to let small whimpers fill out the space between the two of you.

“Aw baby you’re so cute getting overwhelmed with just one finger” he chuckled. “Are you sure your virgin little pussy can handle me?” Once again your distressed mind is unable to come up with words to form an answer but this time he stopped when you didn’t reply anything back.

“Yes!! Yes!!” you breathed out hurriedly when you felt the peasure gradually lessen, deserepatly, longing for him to finger fuck you again.

“What a good girl” he said as he slipped another finger inside.

“Oh my god” you cried again, this time you couldn't help two big tears to roll down your burning cheeks. You felt yourself deliciously stretch to his liking. One finger was easy but two was something else. A dull and muted pain made you wince. Baekhyun moved very gently, taking his time to stretch you properly. When you started to relax he leaned in again to wrap his mouth around your swollen clit.

“Fuck baby you taste delicious” he growled. Gradually the pain turned into pleasure and he picked up the pace again. Fingers furiously pumping in and out of you while his tongue skilfully circled your clit. Everything worked perfectly together like well oiled machinery. Rapidly taking you to your peak like an ever ascending rollercoaster.

“Are you going to cum my princess?” Baekhyun teased you.

“Yes!!” you almost screamed, nails digging at the mattress, practically tearing the sheets.

“I’ve never seen a virgin cunt so fucking eager” he said while digging one pointy tooth on your clit, pulling a loud gasp off your lips, making your walls throb around his diggits. “Fuck! What a dirty little cunt you have here. Sucking on my finger like this” he picked up the pace again and combined with the dirty talk you were done for.

But he abruptly pulled his fingers out your desperate little pussy.

“No baby” he said firmly “Good girls only cum on my cock”

Instantly you missed how full he was making you feel but nonetheless you nodded. Ready to comply with anything and everything Baekhyun said, completely wrapped around his fingers.

When he got back up his length was beet red, precum dripping down his shaft as the thick member twitched menacingly. He gripped you down and tossed you further on the bed, making room for himself between your parted thighs.

He gathered your wetness coating the tip and the shaft with your overflowing juices. Your heart loudly thumped in your chest when you peeked at the huge hard cock making its way to your entrance.

“S-should we use protection?” you stuttered. Baekhyun looked up at you again, his eyes were puzzled for a second.

“Aren't you on the pill?” he asked, lying still on top of you.

“Humm… Yeah” you said, averting your eyes.

That was a big fat lie

“But I mean still…” you continued hazardously. Mischief returned in Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Don't you trust me, Princess?” he started to rub small and teasing circles on your clit with his blazing hot and raw tip, you bit your lip down trying not to moan.

“Aaah… Y-Yes I do” you whimpered, pleasure making you forget about all your concerns.Well almost of all of them. Because when Baekhyun pressed his tip at your entrance you questioned him again.

“Will it fit?” you finally asked the question burning your lips, the one that has been stirring your stomach inside out ever since you got to witness the width and length of Baekhyun. Ever since you first gagged on his big fat cock.

Baekhyun’s mischievousness is gone. Only burning, raging desire filled his dark orbs now.

“Don’t worry baby… I’ll make sure it fits”

With that he finally pushed himself past your entrance.

The first few centimeters are the most painful. The thick head of the member, stretching your untouched pussy to a level you never thought could be possible. You winced in pain and bit down on your lip, eyes tightly shut. Slowly but surely Baekhyun found the bottom of you, finally linking your hips and his.

Your legs trembled when you felt his breath tickle the crook of your neck. The pain was unbearable, making your eyes water once again and your breath hitch in your throat.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight Princess” he growled in your ear while tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You’re so big… It hurts” you let out in a small sob, trying your best to accept him in your inexperienced center.

“Don’t worry baby it’ll feel good soon” he said gently brushing a strand of hair away. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise”

He gently pulled out almost completely, only the very tip of him was still hanging from your core. And he pushed back in, as gently as before. This time around was a little less painful and you were able to keep your eyes open just to see his face beautifully contort in pleasure as his eyebrows both met on his forehead. He bit on his lip, grunting while he filled you up again.

When his tip, pushed deep inside you, started to rub against your sweet spot, goosebumps erupted from your skin, the unexpected pleasure pulled a moan out of your strained throat.

He repeated the process each time it felt a little better, each time a little bit faster. Until it felt actually divine. You can’t believe how he got you screaming his name in a matter of minutes.

“Fuck baby, you like my cock this much?” he breathed out, half moaning as he furiously pounded into you.

“Yes Sir”

“Fuck what a fucking slut you are. Virgin cunt dripping and gripping on my cock like this?” he grunted nails digging at our sides. “Say you’re my little slut”

“I’m your little slut Sir”

“Good girl” he growled. “That’s right you’re mine. Only mine” he rewarded you with more punishing and divine thrusts inside your exhausted little body.

“Please” you cried out.

“Please what?” he said, not sparing any rest to your pussy.

“Please Sir let me cum” you sniffled, out of breath.

“What a good girl, begging like a good little whore” he said smirking at your miserable state while your pussy once again flirted with the edge. “You’ll only cum when I’ll tell you too”

“Pleaseee” you begged again, knowing you couldn't go on for long.

One of his hands left your waist to grab a fistful of your hair, harshly pulling on it. The sting made your core clench, gripping even harder on every centimeters of Baekhyun’s thick cock pounding inside you to rearrange your guts.

“Are you that fucking deseperate for my cum?” he growled, unforgiving hips still smashing yours.

“Yes please give me your cum” you begged him, knowing his release also meant yours.

“You want to milk my cum to the last drop right, slut?”

“Yes I’m a little slut hungry for your cum Sir” you moaned out, screaming and panting. This time you couldn’t hold it back.

“Cum for me. Now!” Baekhyun ordered and you gladly complied. Finally letting go of the knot that has been building up in your core for what felt like days. You felt the gushing of your cum being sprayed out of your core, soaking Baekhun’s muscular chest and the sheets. The overwhelming feeling took over you, rushing burning heat from your core to your chest, neck and face. The powerful orgasm swept you off your feet like never before. Never you were able to give yourself something similar.

“Oh my god Yes I’m cumming” you cried out while Baekhyun growled and pumped you full of piping hot cum, filling you up and eventually overflowing in a cascade completely coating your shapeless little pussy all the way down to your ass.

His thrusts gradually became more shallow as he hung his jaw open, finally grasping his own release. When he pulled out you felt a pool of your mixed up cum forming underneath you as Baekhyun crashed next to you.

“Fuck” he panted next to you before reaching out to you and nesting your exhausted and worned out body between his arms.

It doesn't take long before you both wandered off into a deep slumber, your heated cheeks resting against his damp chest, his calm heartbeats playing a soothing lullaby to your ears.

You are surprised to wake up all by yourself the next morning. For a second you imagined that all of this was just a dream. But it was before you shifted on your side and felt the slimy results of last night still coating your thighs and the soreness deep inside your core.

So maybe he just bailed on you…

Of course he did, he used you to get what he wanted and left. How could it have been different? He is perfect in every way amd you're just so… bland. So maybe this was your best shot at him. That was what your insecurities told you.

But right when worry was taking over your frantic heart your phone buzzed.

Last night was amazing, babygirl. Sorry I had to leave to open up shop… Maybe don’t come or call today because I’ll be too busy and I can’t afford to get distracted by your cute little face. It’ll be hard enough to think of your stunning naked body under me or the cute little sounds that you make when you beg me… Fuck i’m already geting of track anyways… I’ll text you later baby.

ily

-Baekhyun

Wait… ily as in “I love you” this is the best day ever… and he used the phone. And finally Baekhyun has a name in your phone too. He didn't have to think for too long when you thought his beautiful warm caramel brown doe eyes it felt like an evidence.

Bambi 🦌

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The smut contains: creampie, oral, orgasm denial, public

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You’ve always heard the saying that ‘there’s a time and place for everything.’ Which is true in a way. Some things are meant to be kept behind closed doors…

And you have every intention of breaking that world-known principle.

You had managed to convince your long term boyfriend Hyun to go out on the town tonight, dancing the night away under the favor of a thousand neon lights. He’s more of a homebody type of guy, but no one can tell from how well his body rocks against yours on the dancefloor. When you first saw him tonight, you thought he looked cute in his black jeans and leopard pattern shirt - cute until those hips of his were rolling under the giant disco ball overhead.

He’s been extremely touchy tonight as well. Whether it’s his hands on your hips or his lips brushing against your lips, Hyun has been all over you. If it wasn’t for the drunk woman that came barreling past you earlier, you would have dragged him to the nearest bathroom. Something he’d scold you for if he wasn’t as intoxicated as you - from his 6th shot glass or your ass, who knows. It’s enough to throw his neat, (and highly hygienic,) inhibitions out of the window.

You’ve just clumsily climbed into the back of an uber when it happens.

Hyun, always the more sensible one out of you two, closes the door after climbing in behind you, shutting out the cold autumn air. The only thing that can sober you up in this state. He makes sure both of you are buckled up properly before the uber driver takes off into the night. Colorful leaves blow across the windshield, but that’s not what has your attention right now.

Your beloved boyfriend leans comfortably against the left side of the car, his blonde hair ruffling under the backseat heater. And you’re seated directly in the middle, with your head on his shoulder. Tucked warmly into his side. Wrapped up in his vanilla scent and citrus shampoo.

His half lidded brown eyes blink slowly under the dim street lights, his eyelashes brushing the tops of his glowy cheeks, his side profile giving you the perfect view of his sharp jawline. Your eyes land on his soft, pink lips and suddenly you’ve very aware of your left hand resting on his thigh.

Hyun’s eyes flutter when you brush your lips over his neck. He hums, patting your hand before taking it into his own. He kisses the back of it and interlocks your fingers together, shooting you the sweetest smile. He never fails to give you giddy butterflies when he does things like that; romance in his every touch. You fell in love with him for that very reason - but tonight you’re craving something more than shy hands and starstruck eyes.

You slip your right hand onto his thigh, and he spreads them further, relaxing back with a content sigh - until your fingers pop open the button of his jeans. Hyun straightens up in an instant, his wide eyes focusing on yours. His lips part in a question until you quietly shush him, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “You don’t want him to hear, do you?”

Hyun gulps, glancing over at the oblivious uber driver. The old man drives with the radio on, the music loud enough to drown out what you’re about to do - if Hyun allows you.

You turn back to look at him, your eyes drawn to how he traps his bottom lip between his teeth. He takes one last glance at the driver before pulling you into a deep kiss.

Your smile curls up against his lips, fading when you slip your tongue into his mouth, pulling down the zipper of his jeans simultaneously. He grunts when your hand yanks down his boxers to roll the tip of his dick in your palm. He’s half hard already, dripping precum onto your hand. You drop a bit of drool from your mouth to stroke his cock more firmly.

Hyun’s head thuds lightly against the window, his eyes squeezed shut while he pants quietly. A red hue has returned to his cheeks, but unlike the adorable blush with you out on the dancefloor, this one fills you with more exhilaration. Especially the way his eyes pop open when you slowly lean down, swirling the tip of your tongue around the head of his cock.

You keep up the eye contact, flicking your tongue over his slit and lightly biting the tip just to see him squirm and hear his little gasps. Hyun carefully rests his hand on your head, gathering your hair in his hand. His grip tightens more by the minute every time you suck softly on the head. Frustration brims his dark brown eyes, making you grin. You love pushing him to the edge. Seeing how far you can go before he takes over and seeks revenge.

The driver abruptly pulls over to the curb. You pretend to be searching for something on the floor while he climbs out of the car, muttering about needing to use the bathroom at the gas station. The moment he slams the car door behind him, you shoot a sly look over at Hyun. He crashed his lips to yours and has your back against the leather seats before you can say a word.

“You really like pushing my buttons, huh?” he leans back, pulling your panties aside and rubbing his cock between your folds. “I could have eaten you out at home-” he slaps his cock on your clit, furiously grinding against it until the car fills with your moans. “But you decided to start things here.” He looks at you sternly, narrowing his eyes at you. “In the back of some poor man’s car.”

“Isn’t it more exciting though?” you bat your eyes up at him, gasping loudly when he slam two fingers inside of you, immediately jerking them into your gspot.

“You better be glad I love you.” Hyun slips them out when you’re trembling for him, rubbing messily between your folds before sliding his cock inside of you. He leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips and then sits up to place your legs on his shoulders. You gasp at the angle, feeling his cock brush right past your sweet spot. Hyun rests one hand on your hip, one hand on your ankle draped over his left shoulder, and proceeds to fuck you into the leather seats.

His hair falls into his eyes, the sight of him losing himself in you makes you clench hard around him. “You better come soon.” He grunts, removing his hand from your ankle to rub your clit. The car rocks along with his unrelenting rhythm, his hips slamming hard enough against your ass to bruise. All you can do is dig your nails into the seats and shout his name when your vision goes white. The louder sounds of his cock slipping into your spasming core brings you back to the present.

Hyun’s shirt and your inner thighs are completely soaked. His hips stutter with a low moan, his pulsing cock pumping his hot cum into you with slow thrusts. He shakily leans down to capture your bottom lip between his, kissing you breathlessly while you move your jelly legs to wrap around his waist. He sighs against your lips when you tangle your hand into his blonde hair. “You squirted all over the seats.”

You stiffen, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes. The aftermath of your spontaneous quickie starts to trickle down your wet thigh… You both will have some explaining to do… Oops?

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The smut contains: cumplay, orgasm denial/edging, hair pulling, public

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Working the night shift gets boring after a while. Glaring sternly at inmates, wishing fellow colleagues goodnight, and locking up way past the world’s “lights out” hour loses its spark eventually. Besides the occasional “escapees” and the gruesome tales prisoners love to share, your job has become pretty mundane. Clock in, register new, (or regular,) criminals, file paperwork, and repeat. Your childhood dreams of protecting the city and facing danger head on are now just an average office job.

But like any mundane task, you know how to stir things up just enough to still abide by the law you’ve sworn to respect.

You perk up at the sound of the bell hanging over the door, peeking over your newspaper at the trio that walks in. The struggling man restrained by the two taller men quirks a smirk on your lips. The comical commotion at 10pm is almost enough to distract you from the itchy ballroom mask on your face.

They walk the newest addition to the jailhouse over to a chair set directly across from the front desk. Your orders.

“He’s all yours.” The tallest police officer of the two tips his hat, grinning mischievously. “Go easy on him.”

All you can offer is a small, innocent smile, sharing a knowing look between the two of you before they step out of the door.

You go back to your newspaper, pretending to ignore the man burning his eyes into the side of your head. The loud clicks and clunks of him wiggling around echo across the empty jailhouse. “I suggest you hold tight for the next twenty-four hours, Mr. Byun.”

Your words only seem to provoke him further. “I didn’t do it.” He grits out, still handcuffed to the chair when you look over at him; your orders. The sight of his ruffled black hair, fire-filled eyes, and his hands tied behind his back has heat rising in your stomach.

“Oh?” you raise a brow, your masquerade mask doing nothing to hide your amused smile.

“Whatever they got me in here for,” his tone lowers in tired exaggeration, “I didn’t do it.”

“Really?” Both your brows shoot up. “I’m sorry, Mr. Byun, but according to this.” You lower your newspaper to the desk, picking up the stacks of paper in front of you and lazily sweeping your eyes across the fresh print, “you’re in for attempted robbery.”

“What?!” he hisses, baring his fangs in anger. His hands ball up into fists. He could easily break free, yet for some reason chooses to stay.

You stand up and turn away to set the stack of papers in another pile, praying he doesn’t notice your shoulders shaking in laughter. “You’re a wanted man, Mr. Byun.” You turn back around, leaning back against your desk with a little smile. “Guess you’ll have to hold tight until tomorrow.”

Baek continues to stew in his spot; you swear you see smoke coming out of his ears. His pierced dangling loop earring is attached from the top of his right ear to the small hoop earring on his lobe. It’s a miracle that the other officers haven’t managed to rip out his signature lip ring either. The silver accessory makes his thin, plush lips appear more plum and full. You lick your lips before approaching him.

He is a sight to behold in his black and white striped coat, his red sweatshirt peeking out of the sleeves and black jeans stretched tight across his thighs. You appreciate the sideways angle of him cuffed in that chair, but you rather face him head on. You need a closer look.

You languidly drag a chair over to him, loving how his fury-filled eyes watch your every move. His constant pleas and persuasions of why you should release him falls on deaf ears, and frankly, you can think of better ways he can use that mouth of his.

“Byun Baek,” you grab his attention, sitting right across from him. “I think you know exactly why you are here.” Before he can say a word, you pull off your annoying mask, relishing in how his red-tinted eyes widen and dilate at the same time. Your lips curl into another satisfied smile, “we both know why.”

Baek’s adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He stares intensely into your eyes when you rest your hand on his knee. “How long am I in for?” he drawls, peering at you from under his messy black hair.

You chuckle, leaning forward to trace your finger along his jawline, tugging playfully on his lip ring and meeting his eyes. “How long can you last?” you raise a brow.

Baek’s nostrils flare, eyes sparkling in challenge. He leans back in his chair, looking you up and down. “How long you wanna go?”

You chuckle, slowly rising from your chair. “Enough.” You cross the two steps it takes to be right in front of him, straddling his lap with grace. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, hmm?” you hum, tangling a hand in his dark locks, pulling his head back until he meets your eyes again. “Just follow…” you brush your lips against his, smirking at his impatient grunt, “my tempo.”

His eyes follow your movements as you unbutton your shirt one by one, revealing your black lace bra. His favorite. Baekhyun bites hard on his bottom lip, one of his fangs poking out. The menacing way it glints under the lights makes you shiver. You have this supernatural being under your mercy - for now. Best you hurry up before he changes his mind and ravishes you.

He sucks in a breath when you grind against him. Shrugging off your shirt and letting your hair down. He’s already half hard by the time you stand up to pull off your pants.

“Aren’t you a good boy,” you purr, highly amused by the denial written all over his face. If only he could blush; that would be a sight to see. You tug off your belt and set your badge aside before returning to him again.

“Take those off,” he orders, staring right at your panties.

“No.” You smile, moving to unzip his jeans. Just because he said so. You cup his face in your hand, tilting his head up to look him right in the eye. “You aren’t calling the shots today.” Your hand slips under his waistband before he can respond with anything.

“Fuck,” Baek huffs when you wrap your hand around him. You immediately have his bare cock in your hand. He rarely wears anything else under his jeans - easy access for you as always. “Faster.”

“Impatient as always,” you softly sigh, pulling his cock out before straddling him. He spreads his thighs wider while you stroke him at a languid pace. You’re in no hurry, swiping your thumb over the precum beading on his tip and tightening your grip as he hardens in your hand. Baek throws his head back when you tug your panties aside and run his cock through your wet folds.

“You’re so hard,” you muse, gliding over him effortlessly. He lifts his hips every time his tip catches on your entrance, only sliding inside an inch before you pull away to grind on him again. “You like being under me, don’t you?”

Baek clenches his jaw, his thighs quivering. The waterfall and throbbing between your legs will drive you both insane.

You chuckled at how quiet he is, leaning forward to cover his neck with kisses. His chest rumbles when you playfully trap his skin between your teeth. The handcuffs creak, straining under the force of his wrists. He’s at his limit; you slide down on his cock before he breaks free from his restraints.

He grunts while you slide your hands down his chest, slipping them under his shirt to feel his cool skin. He sighs into your mouth when you take him deeper, circling your hips, tugging his lip ring between your teeth just to hear him hiss.

“You’re throbbing already,” you grin, licking the seam of his lips. “Admit it.” You pull away, working up to a fast pace that always makes his head spin. The squelch of his thick cock slamming into your walls over and over again echoes off across the empty room, making you moan, snapping off your bra just to taunt him. “You love this pussy,” you yank his head back, clenching around his cock just to see his lips part prettily. “You want to blow your load in me already.”

Baek pants heavily. His hair is a mess. His eyes keep flickering from your cunt sucking his cock in to your bouncing chest. You ride him even harder, bringing him to that desired edge - and lift off of him the moment he throbs frantically inside of you. Clasping your hand tightly around the base of his cock to stop his orgasm.

Baek bucks his hips into your hand, groaning your name loudly. “What the fuck?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to come?” you tilt your head, smiling sweetly.

“Yes - baby,” he strains, squeezing his eyes shut. His thighs tense up when you stroke him firmly with your other hand. “You’re killing me here.”

“Where do you want to come?” you whisper against the head of his cock, flicking your tongue on the underside while his eyes snap open. You give him your best innocent look. “Do you want to come here?” you nestle his cock between your breasts. “Here?” you roll the tip over your tongue, hollowing your cheeks just to hear his labored breathing.

Baek’s chest heaves with need, his hair ruffled and lip ring shining with the aftermath of your kiss. “I want to come inside of you,” he mutters, lowering his eyes bashfully. That’s the closest thing to begging that you will get; that’s all you need.

He grunts when you release your grip on the base of his cock. You stand back up, stroking him off frantically. His face scrunches up, hips shakily jerking up into your fist. He suddenly freezes, groaning loudly as his cock throbs in your hand. The moment the first squirt of his cum lands on your stomach, you slam your hips down on him. Clenching your pussy around him to milk him dry of everything he has while Baek’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“You’re a good vamp after all, huh?” you must, tucking your hand under his chin. When your eyes meet his, you run your fingers through his warm cum on your skin, sucking them off lewdly. He damn near breaks the chair to snap off the handcuffs and rest his hands on your waist.

“Did you really have to arrest me, sweetheart?” he asks when he catches his breath, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face.

You give him your most coy smile, resting your hands on his shoulders. “You wouldn’t have come otherwise.”

“Touche.” He chuckles, pulling you into another searing kiss.

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But tonight you were insatiable. At every peak it felt like you weren't going high enough. And everytime you would take yourself a little higher. By the fourth time you were remembering every single little detail of him and the outrageous things you did behind that fateful counter.

You remembered how he was actually the one requesting these depraved acts. You remembered how satisfied he looked when you decided to not waste a single drop of his precious nectar. You remembered how his lips curled into a sinful smirk when he pulled you up and slipped his hand under your skirt. You didn’t know if it was luck, practice or instinct but his finger aimed right onto your needy bundle of nerves, precisely pressing on your sensitive bud, pulling a sharp gasp from your swollen and bruised lips.

“Look at that. Babygirl, got this wet from sucking on my cock” his voice was strained from the recent orgasm. “Did you ever get this wet for anyone else?” he asked, his unclothed half hard cock was pressing against your stomach as he was leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

“No” you huffed, trying your hardest not to moan while his fingers were so teasingly playing with your bud, easily gliding on your soaked panties.

“You can only get wet for me. Do you understand babygirl?” you could only nod as your eyes fluttered close, mouth falling open while you fought the urge to rock your hips against his taunting fingers.

“Don’t let any of this go to waste. And make yourself cum for me tonight, okay?”

You dipped one finger into your heat as you fisted the sheets tightly. Another strangled moan dragged out of your throat.

“Baekhyun” you whispered to yourself as you recalled the way he felt inside your mouth.

You remember the way your lips stretched to welcome his hard member. How he gently pushed passed the back of your mouth right into your throat. You remember the sting on your scalp when he firmly gripped your hair to force your gaze up to his own eyes, dark, filled with a lustful gleam that you could have never suspected.

A second finger plunged into your center as you reached deeper, your second hand bringing much needed attention to your nub.

You are in a trance when you think back about his eyes down on you, the sweat on his forehead, the setting summer sun on his shiny blond hair, making his earring tinkle every time he would thrust inside your throat, relentlessly fucking your face to his conveninence.

“Aaaah. I’m close” you meekly whispered, shutting your eyes tightly while you thought about him even harder.

The graceful smell of his cologne mixed with the strong aroma of coffee. The melodious sounds he made as he was nearing his high. The absolutely filthy words he murmured to you as the unsuspecting seoulites were hurrying themselves home at the end of a hard day of work. And finally this taste. This delicious flavor coating your tongue, the hot thick liquid crashing on your cheeks. This taste.... this alluring, lewd and shameful taste.

“I’m cumming” you finally let out in a broken whimper while your orgasm washes over you and spreads burning heat from your center to each of your limbs, coloring your cheeks and chest bright pink.

You kick the covers off and take a second to catch your breath, feeling exhausted from the 4 orgasms you inflicted to your overwhelmed body.

You look over to your phone to notice with disappointment that you have no messages or calls…

When Baekhyun was pulling up his pants and you were wiping down your face with one of the clean dish towels he told you he would call you.

“What's your phone number baby?” he asked, giving out his own phone for you to add your number.

You took the device and added a new contact. You handed it back, he tipped something then turned the screen back to you,

“Look” he said, beaming at you brightly.

He had put a cute emoji of a lollipop 🍭.

“Because you’re as sweet as candy”

His smile was as bright as the sun and you couldn't believe that his small crescent like eyes were the same ones that looked at you with such dark lust a few minutes ago.

"Here give me yours too" you asked, your cheeks flushing in nervousness as you weren't just doing something a lot more embarrassing with him than asking for his number.

His smile faded and he averted his gaze.

"Sorry I don't really know it like that. I barely use the thing you know" he laughed, scratching the underside of his chin. "But don't worry I'll call you tomorrow baby”

When you were about to head out he stopped you.

“Hmmm… don’t come to the shop tomorrow, okay? You’re just so pretty I won’t be able to concentrate” he said, playfully bumping his pointer finger on your nose. He laughed again, that sound made your heart ring like a bell. A beautiful clear sound.

“I’ll see you tomorrow baby girl”

You heard his voice in your head and held the cellphone tight to your heart wearing the most content of smiles until you fell asleep.

***

You took a big spoon full of spaghetti and stuffed your face with it. It was your absolute favourite. It was only on rare occasions that you could eat real Italian food at an Italian restaurant in the heart of Seoul. And it was even rarer when you could eat italian with your dad. Because he always liked traditional Korean food better. Which you enjoy too, of course but you know… Dads, they like the things they know most. They don’t have the taste for adventure that they always talk about from their youth. Maybe it comes with paternity, but you will never know that.

“Hmmmm...It’s so good” you told him, ready to take another bite before even finishing chewing the previous one.

“Y/n…” your dad said, shaking his head and smiling at you. “You got bolognese all over your chin” he chuckled lightly. “Here” he handed you the clean napkin.

“Thanks dad” you smiled back at him with your cheeks still full. Suddenly you hit your forehead with your palm. "Oh….. I forgot to get your watch back" you father lifted his eyes from his veggie lasagna.

"What watch?"

"You forgot your watch last time you came to visit…" he looked at you with the most clueless eyes in the world "you helped me move around some furniture and you took off your watch because it was 'making your wrists sweaty'" you said air quoting the last part.

"Oh yeah!" he finally clicked "that old thing? It's no big deal" he cleared his throat and sat straight up in his chair. “So… speaking of which, how’s the life on your own in the appartement?” he starts biting on a slice of the ciabatta bread laying in a cute wicker basket. You could tell he was fainting to be detached.

“Oh it’s great” You chirped “Thank you so much, dad. I love it there! It’s so freeing to finally be able to do what I want when I want. And the jacuzzi on the balcony is the best part” The middle aged man sighed, saddened a little bit.

“Ugh… I knew this jacuzzi was a bad idea” he said, pressing his lips into a line.

“Why”? you blurted with round eyes. “I just said I love it!”

“Yeah that’s the problem… I was hoping that you would find life on your own maybe a little difficult and that you would want to move back into the manor with me…” He said looking up at you with a small sad smile.

“Dad!! You’re so silly” you got up your chair and circled the small round table to give him a big hug. As your dad pretty much rented the whole restaurant all to yourselves you didn't care if you were a little noisy or if you hugged him out of the blue and engaged in what would have been awkward PDA.

“But nothing is too good for my princess” he said, stroking your cheek before you took your seat back.

“Thank you so much dad. I love the appartement so much” you said, trying to reassure him with a smile.

“But I hope you know I miss you and that you can always come back to the manor when you feel like it”

The sweet and genuine words of your father shook your heart as you felt your eyes fill up with emotional tears. But you swallowed them down as you just smiled at him fondly. You were grateful to have such a strong and caring man as him as your role model and father. Ever since your mother passed away back in Sicily he took on the duty to raise you all by himself and teach you the values that had run in the family for decades now. The death of your mother really brought you and your father extremely close. Even if he was incredibly busy with work he would always make sure to have time for you.

Of course money wasn’t a problem in your household and that helped but still the family has worked hard to get there. The business was started with your great grandfather who hoisted the family up into history.

To chase away the heavy emotional atmosphere you proceeded to change the subject.

“Dad, do you remember that barista I told you about...” you start hesitantly as he stiffens in his seat.

“Yeah that Baekjeon boy” his harsh voice answers back.

The genuine smile instantly vanished off his lips as annoyance clouded his gaze, he focussed his eyes back on his plate of veggie lasagna.

“Baekhyun!” you correct him, trying your best not to roll your eyes at your strict father.

“Why do you keep talking about this stupid boy? Aren’t you interested in real men? What do you think of Chanyeol? He’s proved himself strong and trustworthy. He’s also very successful for his young age and despite what you seem to think he’s quite popular with women. If you don’t do something quick he’s going to be snacthed away from you and you’ll be sorry.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath to refrain from yelling at your father. How many times do you have to tell him you are NOT interested in dating his associate?

“Aren’t you the one that always says we shouldn’t mix business and personal matters?” you talk back. Your father nearly chokes on his spoonful of lasagna. He throws you a death glare and you just smile back at him. He laughs too and deeply sighs as he thinks of how much you remind him of your mother. You really inherited her wits.

“Besides, isn’t anyone better than Seonjjang?” you say, laughing too. Your father blows raspberries as he sets his fork down.

“Why do you have to bring up this name when we’re having such a nice lunch?” he says, being overly dramatic. “The Lees keep bugging me with that marriage proposal…”

You both laugh out loud before the atmosphere settles down again.

“Anyways, about Baekhyun…” you start again.

“Yeah… What about him?” he scoffed, stiffening in his seat once more. He knows he shouldn’t be this blunt and close minded but the truth is… he hates to see his little flower turning into a woman.

“Well… I think he likes me…” Your father looked up from his plate, raising an unconvinced eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yeah I think I have kind of a date with him tomorrow possibly?” your sentence was full of uncertainty, which your father didn’t fail to pick up.

“How did he ask you out?” He asked, annoyance building up in his voice.

Your father was kind of… old school. So there was absolutely no way in hell you could tell him about the sinful things you did in the coffee shop just yesterday. He would flip out… You just know it. Even if you were growing, he refused to see you as more than a little child that needed protection. You start to fidget with the stem of the white table cloth while your eyes darted all over the place as you tried to come up with a believable lie as quickly as possible.

“Well… I- We”

Right then a horrible scream resounds from outside the restaurant. A terrified scream that rips through the person’s throat. The shrill sound makes your guts stirr and you feel adrenaline rush through your body. The scream is saturated with profound pain, intense sorrow tearing through it and bouncing off every wall until it dies down as they don’t have any more air in their lungs. Somehow the silence is even worse. It was unnatural, capable of chilling the most courageous being to the bone.

Your father puts down his fork, sighing in defeat.

“Sorry my flower…” He says getting up from his chair. “I was really hoping I would have time to have a nice relaxing lunch with you but looks like dad has to go back to work early…” he says, lovingly swiping his rugged thumb on your cheek.

“It’s okay, dad” You smile back at him “I understand”.

As soon as your father disappears behind the doors of the kitchen your phone buzzes. You fish for it in your purse and pull it out. The screen displays an anonymous sender, the number is hidden.

“Hi babygirl. Did you think of me last night? 💦💦”

When you realize who it is you almost melt in your seat, your heartbeat instantly skyrocketing to an unhealthy rhythm.

“Omg hey! Hm… yeah I did 😳😅”

Your palms became sweaty when you saw the three little dots appear and disappear several times. Nervousness spreaded from your distressed heart to the pit of your stomach, making your guts anxiously slush around.

“Shit… Tell me about it baby”

You almost could hear his breathless voice saying this in your head. You hated how heat instantly replaced anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You hated how you couldn’t contain yourself when it came to him. But at the same time you loved the control he had over you.

“I came 4 times...😅😅”

You knew that you shouldn’t be this upfront but … you wanted him to know. You wanted him to know you couldn’t forget about his taste, about his smell, about the way he looked at you. You wanted him to know you couldn’t forget about him. You wanted him to know how much of a good obedient girl you were for him.

“Fuck baby, I'm getting hard”

Suddenly, another chilling scream echoed. You tried to chase the lingering shudder by shaking your head and focussing back on the text.

“What did you think about, baby?”

Baekhyun is typing back a little faster now. Your lips curled in a satisfied little smirk knowing he was getting as eager as you.

“I just thought about the way you felt in my mouth and the taste you had”

Once again the little dots blinked on the screen… And you waited for a response as an unspeakable uproar lifted from the kitchen again. It sounded like the whole collection of frying pans and pots was being smashed to the ground.

“Aww baby 😚😚 that’s so cute”

“What? 😫😫” you replied right away, feeling confused.

“Didn’t you imagine all the other things I could have done to you…”

Fuck… You didn’t even think about it to be honest. Just that one memory of him was enough to push yourself to your peak four times… and you didn’t even imagine anything more than what actually happened.

You unconsciously started to rub your thighs together, absentmindedly seeking friction between your legs.

“Right now I’m stroking my big cock for you, thinking about all the things I want and will do to you 😈😈”

You gasped out loud at such a bold statement, your mind racing to imagine the thick veiny member that was once in your mouth, but this time his hand tightly gripping on it. You instantly clapped your palm on your treacherous mouth. For a second you stayed completely immobile, eagerly waiting for Baekhyun to go on but there was nothing… so you dared asking.

“Like… what?” you typed hesitantly.

“Baby girl wants to know huh? 😏”

Goddamn the man never stops teasing. You sighed in frustration as Baekhyun kept the suspens whole. But you’re smart and you too can play that game.

“Yes… Please, I really want to know… Sir”

You smile when you detect slight panic or even flusteredness in the way Baekhyun frantically types and erases several times.

“Fuck... I love when you say that” you smile at the first and soon another one comes in.

“Right now I’m thinking about your cute delighted face under me as I slam myself into you while you cry out my name in pleasure.”

You audibly gulp down a lump in your throat as a frail hand brings your glass of water to your trembling lips. But not once you detach your eyes from the screen.

“I imagine how you shake uncontrollably, while I take you to cloud nine for the third time”

You can’t help but to bite your lip as you have no trouble picturing every single image Baekhyun sows into your fertile mind.

“I think about your broken voice when you beg me to stop, when you beg me to finally cum inside you”

At this point you feel your lower stomach throb uncontrollably at every word you read. Fluids start to soak through your panties hopefully not staining the burgundy velvet of the padded chair.

“I think about your eyes rolling back when you cum again while I press my hand around your little neck. Breaking your mind to pledge yourself to me.”

The hand that isn't holding the phone slips under the flowy dress to play with your already so eagerly swollen bud.

“Only me”

Your fingers glide on the thin soaked cloth and the anticipation got you already biting down hard on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“Until I finally pump you full of the deliciously hot cum that you love so much”

Baekhyun definitely has a way with words, this way leads directly to your puss- heart! Directly to your heart. You’re so close. So fucking close, your mouth falls open as you struggle to keep your eyes open but you want to keep them on the screen, you want to keep reading these words over and over again until you peak.

But abruptly, again, another loud noise takes your mind off Baekhyun. This time the noise is louder. It wisps through the air in a loud bang that nearly shatters your ear drums. This time that’s it. Your frustration instantly turns into anger when you decide to go see what’s happening for yourself.

You push in the door of the kitchen.

You progress slowly through the room, almost blindly as the only light source is a single neon lamp above the sink. The wavering and buzzing light cast ominous shadows in the kitchen that looks immaculate. It looks like it’s been unused for the day. Like the shift has yet to start but you know for a fact your unfinished spaghetti was cooked here only minutes ago. However the place has been scrubbed spotless.

But even if your eyes can be deceived. It’s not the case for all of your senses. Your sense of smell on the other hand is well trained and seasoned. You recognize in a heartbeat the distinctive smell. A smell you came to know very well, a smell you grew accustomed to, a smell you grew comfortable with.

The ironish and earthy smell of drying blood.

When you push the second set of doors you step in what looks like a rather large pantry. Various hams and sausages are hanging to dry, food is stored on the shelves and freezers are placed alongside the four walls.

In the middle, where a flipped over cutting table used to be, you see a group of men standing in a circle.

“What’s happening here?” you yell pushing over the tall men to make some room for yourself. In the circle, there’s a man laying on the ground and your father looking down on him.

Immediately you are met with the eyes of the chef, the owner of the restaurant. He lies in a puddle of blood as more keeps pooling out of his open wounds. None of them look lethal. They were clearly meant to hurt not to kill. They all have a surgical precision to them.

“Please Miss help me” the man pleads in a strangled complaint. Eyes spilling with tears as hope bloomed back in his gaze, he difficulty crawled to you, gathering the energy he had left to lift a begging hand to your direction. “Please Miss call the police” his voice was strained with exhaustion. His facial features were receding from the ones of a human being. His swollen cheekbone was eating away at his bruised eye while his cracked lips were gushing out blood and his nose was unnaturally contorted. The man was disfigured into a persecuted monster.

When your eyes lowered to your shoes you realized they were soiled with blood.

You kneeled in the puddle of blood, knees and palms laying flat in it. You took the man's face in your hands.

“Thank you Miss” the man huffed as tears soaked his distorted and hideous face.

You heard your father chuckle at the man’s words, followed by the laugh of all the men standing in the circle.

“Did you…" you started very slowly "get my shoes dirty?” you whispered, raw anger lacing your voice.

“What?” Even if both of his eyes were swollen and couldn’t open properly, you percieved how his eyebrows creased in confusion. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I said” you had trouble keeping your voice down as your fingers intertwined with the man’s pitch black thick hair. “did you get my shoes FUCKING DIRTY?!?!” you yelled, lifting his head by the hair as uncontrollable sobs shook his body.

“First you make so much fucking noise I can’t hear myself think and now…” your high pitched voice rips throught your throats as you scream out “you fuking get my limited edition 2022 Milan Fashion Week Prada gladiator scandals dirty” With each word you smash the man’s face on the blood-soaked concrete.

“I’m sorry” the man sobs, coughing up blood. Your dad scoffed.

“You should have thought about that before not paying your debts when it was due 2 months ago”

“I was going to get the money, I swear” the words out of his mouth barely resemble an audible langage anymore and you had difficulty making sense of his jumbled up crying words.

“Do you know that thanks to you” You lifted the man's face again “Dad had to wait a whole more week to get the new Ferrari?” you got back on your feet and kicked the man in the ribs.

“I promise I’ll have the money by next week. I promise.” The man was frantically bawling, his broken voice cut by hiccups.

You laughed. The laughter sounded hysterical as you opened your mouth wide and threw your head back.

“It’s too late for that” you extended your blood covered hand out to the group of henchmen. “Gentlemen, who will do me the honor?” hurriedly every single one of them took their weapon and handed it to you. You picked Chanyeol’s chiseled gold colt.

You armed the gun as you pulled on the hammer and you pointed the barrel right between the chef's eyes. For a split second you catch sight of the white of his swollen and closed up eyes as they widen in terror. This feeling was indescribable. The feeling of having someone’s life at your fingertips. It was empowering, thrilling but most of all addicting. The way his face, unrecognizable and made numb by the pain, was still able to showcase pure dread; it injected in you a kind of primitive and predatorial confidence. A feeling you came to seek out more and more.

And as soon as his eyes opened they closed.

The loud noise of the gunshot reverberated in the pantry. The smokey smell of the gunpowder floated to your frailing nostrils and the body thumbed back down, immobile and lifeless.

The intoxicating feeling faded as soon as the life was pulled out of his gaze and you were able to calm down in a few seconds.

“That’s my girl” Your father said proudly puffing his chest.

You swipe a strand of hair out of your face, smearing blood over your forehead.

“Thanks, Chanyeol.” you say returning the revolver.

“Like father like daughter” one of the henchmen said laughing and pointing at the body with the blood stained barrel.

“Never trust a pretty face...” Chanyeol said, flashing you a charming smile. They all laughed at the joke.

“I know. Every Seoul family is scared of when you’re going to take over the business” your father laughs too. “My reckless little angel” he lays a soft kiss on your forehead and your anger melts away when you return a wholesome and shy smile to your father.

“That's a pity he made the best napolitana pizza in Seoul. Guess I'll have to fly to Napoli to get some now.”

Suddenly you feel you phone vibrate once more

“In coming call from: anonymous”

“Sorry dad but I gotta pick this up” you excuse yourself as you hurry to the narrow and unfrequented back street of the restaurant.

“Hello?” you answer, trying your best not to sound like you just ran a marathon.

“Hey? What you doing?” Baekhyun’s voice resounds through the speaker

“Yeah.. Um.. Sorry I kinda got interrupted…”

“I legit thought I scared you away. By who?” You were dreading this question so you did your best to avoid it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be w-working anyways?” you immediately pressed your lips into a thin line, your stutter giving away your nervousness.

“I mean yeah but you know it’s late afternoon and the shop is kinda deserted. And I was reminded of what we did right here and… you know, I wanted to do even more.” As the phrases progresses you can tell Baekhyun’s voice is getting ever so slightly raspier and the effect on you is immediate. You laugh nervously, trying your best to not seem like a prudish, scared little virgin girl.

“Anyways… I want to see you… Tonight” his commanding and firm tone pulls a smirk on your lips.

“Should I come to the shop?” you ask timidly, your cheeks burning so brightly you start to wonder if it’s possible to feel the heat radiating from your face through the phone.

“No… I want something more private. I want to see you where I've never seen you before” You know exactly what the words imply and the proximate probability of the eventuality takes you aback. Suddenly you feel nervous, you thickly swallow a lump in your throat.

“How about you come to my appartement? I just moved in… I’ll make you dinner” you managed to say without stuttering.

“A delicious homemade meal and an even more delicious cook? What else can I ask for?” You didn’t need to see his face to know he was lustfully licking his lips, thinking about putting to execution all of the dirty things he told you over text… and you would be lying if you said that you’re weren't thinking about it too.

“Then it’s a deal”

“When can I be over ?” he asked.

You swiftly look in your reflection in one of the restaurant's windows. Your face was smeared with blood and sweat. Your hair was a mess and your cute yellow flowery dress was stained. You had blood all over your hand and all the way up your elbows.

“Hum.. 7? I need time to get ready”

“I’m sure you’re perfect as you are” You laughed nervously again.

“Anyways… Don't think I didn't notice you not answering my question” He laughed wholeheartedly before going back to a serious tone “Who interrupted you in your own home babygirl? Not another guy right?” His voice had a chill hiding behind the usual brightness. A coldness you knew very well. A cold hint of jealousy. You smiled to yourself, satisfied to know Baekhyun felt like this at the thought of another guy laying hands on you.

Byun Baekhyun jealous for you? It’s something you never dreamed would happen.

“Don’t worry it was only my father”

“Oh…” he marked a silence “so you are a daddy’s girl?”

“Yeah kinda I guess”

“I get to corrupted daddy’s cute little girl” you almost choked on air “how fucking lucky can I be?”

He’s drop dead gorgeous; broad shouldered, hourglass waist, and hypnotizing hips. A perfect fit for the modeling industry—but with a catch. There’s always a catch. His strict diet, neck-breaking workout routine, and the sheer amount of peer pressure to always appear ‘perfect’ in front of those around him. Those individuals that are constantly peering at him with their judging, envious, and more often than not obsessive eyes. Everyone has an opinion; as his best friend, you know this very well.

You’ve always been there for him; cheering him on from your view of the runway, holding him in your arms in his most vulnerable moments. You’ve seen him at his worst, seen him at his best. You’d like to think that you know him inside and out, but that wouldn’t be true. That isn’t the case. No matter how many years you’ve spent by Baekhyun’s side, he is a mystery wrapped up in silk dress shirts and extravagant bows. A mystery you’d give anything to unfold.

A feather-light caress flutters over your ear. “Hey,” Baekhyun whispers, his minty breath fanning over your heated cheek. His firm chest presses against your back and you jolt at the contact, not expecting him to appear out of nowhere. His presence pulls you from your thoughts in an instant, bringing you back to the present.

“H-hi,” you stutter, your heart racing at his close proximity. You clear your throat, quickly picking up your favorite mug to take a sip of your cold coffee. You stare wide-eyed down at the rippling brown liquid to hide from the warmth of his body and his steady gaze. This man and his sense of personal space… You shouldn’t be surprised.

If there’s one thing you know about him, Baekhyun is never a stranger. With every room he enters, he makes it his own. Walking in with the quiet grace of a swan and compelling everyone to follow. Few have been immune to his charms. Peeking at him now from under the veil of your hair, it makes you wonder how long you can pretend it doesn’t affect you either.

Thankfully he shuffles noisily over to the fridge in his bedroom slippers before he can notice the heat radiating off of your cheeks. The loud slaps on the tiled floor really makes you wonder how the hell you didn’t notice him earlier… He pulls open the door to the refrigerator with the sleepiest look on his face, grabbing a carton of milk. His unruly hair flops all over the place with his sluggish movements. His puffy cheeks are pink with a slight indent from the fabric of his pillow. You clear your throat before sipping your drink again, smiling into the cup. You’ve always found him endearing in the mornings.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs suddenly. You choke, straightening up like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar, “nothing!”

Baekhyun’s droopy eyes drift over to yours, half-lidded with lingering drowsiness. “You know you’re a bad liar, right?” He sets the carton down on the counter and faces you fully, leaning back and resting his elbows on the surface with a raised brow. His gray sweatpants rest low on his hips and his black oversized t-shirt slips off of his shoulder, exposing too much collarbone for you to deal with at 7 in the morning.

“No, I’m not,” you mumble, knowing damn well you are. By the way both of Baekhyun’s eyebrows are raised, you know he’s thinking the same thing. You pretend to be busy stirring the coffee with a spoon to avoid his handsome physique and scrutinizing stare.

“Really?”

“Yep.” The depth of his stunning collarbone burns behind your retinas. You could pour water in there and drink to your heart's content with a dip like that… You choke. The thought sets your whole body on fire. You gulp down your coffee like your life depends on it.

“You know.” You hear Baekhyun move, his slippers sliding across the floor before his cinnamon scent washes over you. “You can tell me anything, right?” His low voice softens with the heartfelt words, setting butterflies free in your giddy stomach. He plants his hands on either side of the table, his biceps flexing from holding himself up while he hovers over you.

Your heart races a mile a minute, pounding even harder when you lift your eyes to meet his. His soft, brown irises implore you wordlessly for answers. Waiting patiently for you to open up to him. If only it were that simple… As if you are capable of thinking clearly right now with his citrus scented hair and manly aftershave messing with your head.

“Yeah…” you gulp, quickly chasing the dryness of your throat away with more coffee. The furrow between his brows prompts you to elaborate. “I know.” You clear your throat, trying your best to keep up the intense eye contact. Your sock-clad foot taps restlessly under the table. Under his curious gaze, you regret only wearing a t-shirt and shorts to bed.

Baekhyun’s eyes drift over your features, searching your expression for answers. You grip hard enough on the handle of your mug for your fingers to hurt. He’s so attentive sometimes; it takes everything in you to fight off a telling blush. Who knows what he will make of that.

“Alright,” he relents, walking back to the counter to retrieve the milk carton. He screws off the lid and tilts his head back, pouring the milk into his mouth. Watching his adam’s apple bob in the long expanse of his slender neck while he gulps it down has you tensing up. You quickly drag your eyes away from the erotic sight, your cheeks burning. Who even makes drinking milk such a scandalous act?! Only a supermodel would. The past few weeks alone with Baekhyun have proven to test your limits. You don’t know if you want to smack him more or yourself.

“What are your plans for today?” Baekhyun gruffly asks, his voice still rough from sleep. He clears his throat, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip when you look at him again.

“Today?” you raise a brow; he doesn’t usually ask you that. It prompts you to reach across the table and tap on your forgotten phone. Your eyes fall on the date with a loud gasp. “What the fuck, it’s the 26th already?!” Baekhyun shrugs his shoulders, grabbing an apple from the basket on the counter.

You clutch the device in your hand, your heart dropping at the realization. The 26th of June falls on a Sunday this year. Which means… Today is your last day. With him. In this beautiful house full of so many fond memories that you’ve made together over the years.

Once the sun rises tomorrow morning and you begin your journey back home to your respective apartments, it will be 365 days before you can be together like this again. A year before you can escape the cruel hands of your reality that lies outside of these bay-windowed walls. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest until Baekhyun softly calls your name.

“If you need anything.” His brown eyes lock with yours, comforting you with the warmth found in those sparkly orbs. “Anything.” He emphasizes, his voice sounding more lively now, the traces of sleep long gone. “I’m always here for you.”

His words pull at your heartstrings. What else did you expect them to do? Between the open expression on his handsome face and the genuine concern swirling in his eyes, it makes you sadder knowing your time spent with him will end soon.

In less than 24 hours, he won’t be your Baekhyun anymore. Your cheeky best friend who always has your back through thick and thin. Your rock to lean on in hard times and light that brightens your whole world. Baekhyun always does his best to be there for you, but in less than 24 hours, you’ll be sharing him with the rest of the world again. He’ll go back to being Byun Baekhyun while you cheer him on from the sidelines.

Done with your intrusive thoughts, you shake your head and shove them aside. You want to focus on him now. You want to tattoo every new beautiful memory on your heart until the next time you get to be with him in this way.

Baekhyun munches happily on his red apple, his cheeks glowing and eyes crinkled into adorable crescent moons. The urge to walk over there and pinch his cheeks is strong, but you resist knowing how much he hates it. Resting your chin on your palm, you settle for admiring him, just now remembering that you left him hanging earlier when your over-thinking kicked in. You still manage to crack a joke despite the ache in your chest. “What are you, prince charming?”

Baekhyun blinks a few times, seemingly lost in his own little world. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. A hint of pink visibly flushes his cheeks under the rays of sunlight streaming in from the open windows. “For you?” he peeks up at you from underneath his messy black hair, smiling boyishly. “Maybe.”

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

Waves crash onto the shore, caressing the tips of your bare toes buried in the wet sand. The cool water contrasts with the warm air around you as you lie stretched out across your beach towel. Sunbathing under the orange star peeking over the horizon.

A gentle wind blows, bringing forth the calming scent of seawater and ruffling the loose ends of your hair. Sighing softly, a small smile curls at your lips. You enjoy the company more than the view, but you must admit how much you love coming to this beach every year. The tide is high, the seagulls are soaring through the clear sky, and the gentle sunlight shining down on your sun-kissed skin feels divine.

Humming a happy time, you diligently gather water in your small measuring cup, pouring it into your plastic, neon green bucket. You smooth out its surface with a matching shovel, patting down the damp sand with care. It took a few failed attempts, but now you’ve got this down to a science, and will make your greatest sandcastle yet.

You start with the base, carefully placing four short plateaus. You add two larger ones on top, smoothing all the edges and molding the shapes together from top to bottom. Satisfied, you sit back to admire it for a moment before picking up the handful of seashells you’ve been saving for this very occasion. You carve out windows and lines with a thin stick, adding swirls as well. The castle is nearly perfect when you hear someone approaching you.

You glance over your shoulder to find Baekhyun trudging through the sand. He’s topless with a shirt thrown over his shoulder—which would normally be a distraction if he wasn’t coming dangerously close to your castle. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his blue swim trunks with the cheekiest smile on his face, “hey.”

“Hi,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Pure mischief twinkles in his brown eyes. His smile turns into a full-blown grin while he clasps his hands behind his back. “Whatcha doing?”

“Practicing my mating ritual,” you drawl sarcastically, rolling your eyes when he snickers. “I’m making a sandcastle, Baek. What does it look like?”

“Nothing.” He chuckles, tilting his head and teasingly biting his bottom lip. “Looks good.” He hums, dragging his eyes over every single detail before crouching down to your level. His fingers lightly trail down the side of the sturdy structure, “you missed a spot though.”

“What-”

Within the blink of an eye, he smacks a pile of sand right onto your castle. You gasp so sharply your throat hurts. Your blood boils. Gritting your teeth, you quickly grab your bucket. No biggie. You can fix this. Nothing a little tender love and care can’t fix. The edges start to crumble, but you tell yourself not to fret. You can just-

You suck in a breath when the entire thing collapses. Your eye twitches. You crack a small, strained smile.

It’s fine; you’re fine.

…

You launch yourself at him with a fistful of wet sand. “BYUN BAEKHYUN!”

He throws his shirt at you and runs straight for the waves, dodging you in the shallow water. His loud laughter echoes across the entire shore, startling a few seagulls along the way. His joy is contagious. You can’t help pausing your murder intent for a moment to admire him.

His rosy cheeks, million dollar smile, and messy black hair flopped onto his forehead. The pastel orange and pink hues in the sky favor his honey-toned skin, basking him in an eternal glow while water glistens like millions of stars on his chest. He looks so happy like this. So carefree that you’d do just about anything to see him like this over and over again.

You make it over to him in two slow strides, letting the sand fall from your hand. Cheeky as ever, Baekhyun pulls you into his arms, playfully nuzzling his face and wet hair into your neck. You shiver when the cool water meets your skin, but find yourself looking up at him. His smile beams down at you, shining like the light he is. Revenge be damned. You just want to be with him. You vow to hold onto this memory until the end of time, his melodic laugh melting your heart and brown eyes sparkling under the rising sun.

🌊🌊🌊

“Are you wearing sunscreen?” he asks hours later, lying back on your beach towel with his arms behind his head. Black locks of hair messily spread over the soft blue material.

“Yeah,” you mumble distractedly, lying on your stomach while drawing messy murals with your stick in the sand.

“Did you get your back?” His eyes drift over to you at your silence, narrowing at the guilty expression on your face. He calls your name in a disapproving tone.

“What?” you puff your cheeks, avoiding his eyes at all costs. “It’s hard to reach, okay?” You know that’s the lousiest excuse in the book, but you put it out there anyway. Besides, it takes a while for the sun to affect your skin; you’ll be okay.

Baekhyun makes a noise in disagreement. He shuffles around for a moment before his shadow hovers over you. “Here.”

“What-” you turn to him, noticing the bottle of sunscreen on his lap.

“I’ll do yours,” he pulls off his shirt, ruffling his black hair, his brown eyes looking at you expectantly from under the messy strands, “if you do mine.”

Your eyes drift down on instinct. Um—okay. He has definitely been working out lately. There’s no denying it with his torso on full display. You gulp, already nodding before even thinking about it. Those abs are a killer and you aren’t ready to die today. “Wait, wait!” You quickly press a hand to his chest when he leans closer, ignoring how firm he feels under your palm. Lord, have mercy. Your face is overheating and it has nothing to do with the sun.

Baekhyun grunts in annoyance, but his eyes sparkle with curiosity nonetheless. “What?”

“I go first.” You grin, masking your shyness with a tilt of your head. “Can’t have Byun Baekhyun walking a beach-themed runway with an unsightly tan.”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes but relents, rolling over onto his stomach. His muscles ripple under his smooth skin. Even his back is built well. Damn. You reach for the bottle of sunscreen before you lose your nerve.

Looking at him now, you’re so glad you stopped him earlier. You wouldn’t have been able to rub him down properly if he put sunscreen on you first. You’ve always been sensitive and very selective when it comes to skin to skin contact, especially on your back. There’s no way you’d be able to hide the effect he has on you; the shakiness would have given you away.

Baekhyun folds his arms under his chin, resting comfortably without a care in the world while you have an internal crisis over how you’re going to get through this. The sun really does favor his perfect physique and honey-toned skin… His slim waist, thick thighs, and broad shoulders… You’re breaking a sweat the longer you look at him. You wonder how his body would feel against-

Hey—you can only be so strong, okay? It’s not your fault. He’s the one who gave you an excuse to put your hands on him! You clear your dry throat, carefully straddling his thighs and leaning over him. The burn of his hot bare skin against yours has you pursing your lips to hold back the feelings stirring inside of you.

“Do you know how to open it?” he mumbles doubtfully, pulling you from your dangerous thoughts.

“Yes.” You roll your eyes. It’s a bottle, a tube for crying out loud. Of course you know how to open it.

“Make sure you get everything.”

“Okay.”

“Everything.”

“O-kay.”

“I swear, kitten, if I get a sunburn-”

“You’ll throw a fit, give me silent treatment for two weeks, then make me sneak a slice of Hawaiian pizza into the venue of some high-end fashion event as an apology.” You list off of your fingers dryly, a smile quirking at your lips. You’ve always loved the way that nickname rolls off of his lips, although you’ll never admit it. “Been there, done that, Baek.”

“Well then…” He turns his head, looking over his shoulder at you, his eyes narrowed and the tips of his black hair floating in the summer breeze. You know he means business, but you can’t take him seriously with his pouty lips and hair tousling so adorably in the wind. “Do my neck too while you’re at it. I think it all washed away.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t run straight for the ocean-” you barely grab his shoulders in time when he tries to topple you over into the sand. “Okay, okay!” Laughing loudly, you reach for the yellow bottle left on the beach towel. You squeeze some sunscreen onto your hands and rub them together, stalling for time.

Uh—how exactly are you going to do this?

Baekhyun’s broad shoulders and lean back are waiting for your next move, his body constantly shifting under you. You roll your eyes again. He’s so impatient; it’s a wonder how he went into the fashion industry as a model of all things. Having to wait for hours and hours to get into expensive venues and high-class fashion halls. Before he can voice out his complaints, (you can practically feel it coming off of him in waves,) you take a deep breath and place your hands on his shoulders.

Yep. There’s no getting around this. You have to firmly press down on him to rub in the sunscreen properly—and you will, you just hope you don’t linger too long in the process.

Baekhyun is surprisingly quiet while you get to work. Usually he’d crack a crude joke or say something utterly ridiculous to make you laugh with that serious voice of his. But all he does is lie there, relaxing more and more by the minute. You look straight ahead, resisting the urge to watch the lean muscles flexing under your hands. The last thing you need is to be caught ogling him; you only glance down to make sure you haven’t missed a spot every now and then.

Baekhyun is warm—as expected, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that calms your own racing heart down. His skin is smooth like satin and silk. He is perfect for the modeling industry. From head to toe. No wonder millions of women throw themselves at him...

“Okay,” you pull away and sit next to him, rubbing the leftover sunscreen on your forearms. “Done.”

Baekhyun rolls his neck and shoulders before sitting up. Just a peek of his chest has you swiftly turning your head away to look out at the ocean instead. You wish he would have stayed on his stomach for longer. You are not as unaffected by him as you claim to be.

“Thanks. Now.” You jolt when he rests a warm hand on your back. Your eyes snap over to him, finding his brown eyes darker than usual. Baekhyun licks his lips, looking at you meaningfully. “Lay down for me.”

You roll over onto your stomach without a word, and if anyone asks, your face is flushed from the overbearing sun. Not the handsome guy straddling you. You suck in a sharp breath, your heart racing like crazy. Now that you’re lying down, you’re facing another problem: keeping your cool while Baekhyun’s hands are on you. While in your two piece bikini. On this hot June afternoon.

You’re utterly utterly screwed.

This is a bad idea. You’re restless, clenching and unclenching the beach towel in your fists. Stuck between tensing up or melting under his touch. You don’t have long to ponder over this however. The moment he has his large hands on your waist, all your thoughts evaporate. You become a human puddle.

Baekhyun moves over your back with a purpose. He does it without hesitation, his hands confidently covering every dip, curve, and contour of your upper body. It’s unfair how good he is at this—at everything really. Not only that, somehow he manages to work out the knots in your back that have been driving you insane for ages.

You’d fall asleep if you weren’t so self conscious. God, he could be a masseur with those godly hands… Baekhyun chuckles in amusement, drawing your attention back to him, “what?” he asks, a teasing lit audible in his voice.

You freeze. He didn’t hear you; he couldn’t have heard you—but you know that arrogant chuckle anywhere... Yep. He has a shit eating grin on his face right now. You just know it.

“Y-yeah, I mean-” you crane your neck to look at him, smiling innocently. “You’re really talented. You’d go far with those hands, bro.” Your whole world stops the moment that word leaves your lips.

Bro?! Bro.

You want to utterly slap yourself. You just put Baekhyun in the friend zone.

Baekhyun smiles, but you know him well enough to notice the slight lack of mirth in it. “Thanks.” He goes back to covering you with sunscreen while you slam your face into the soft beach towel below. You run the last 4 hours spent out here in your mind over again and sigh.

Yeah. You’re the biggest idiot in the world.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

“What do you want for dinner?” you ask when you walk into the living room, securing your twin hair buns under a plastic showercap.

“Pizza.” Baekhyun lounges on the couch, his arms thrown over the back of it with a joint between his fingertips. His legs are spread so far you wonder how his black skinny jeans haven’t ripped yet. He tucks the joint between his teeth and reaches over for his phone on the coffee table, “I’ll order in-”

“Nope.” You snatch it up before he does, slipping it into the back pocket of your blue jeans on your way to the other side of the room.

“But I want pizza…” he frowns, following you into the kitchen.

“We have pizza at home,” you grin, spinning around to proudly show off the various ingredients spread over the counter. Waiting to be opened and baked to gooey perfection. Baekhyun has the most unamused expression on his face when you turn back to him.

“Seriously?” he grumbles lowly from the doorway, running a hand through his hair and taking another drag.

You nod your head enthusiastically just to annoy him further. “And you aren’t getting this,” you hold up his phone, twirling it playfully, “until it’s done.” Your lips twitch in amusement when you notice his scowl. You tuck the phone back into your pocket next to your own, hoping you didn’t irritate him too much. The last thing you want is him shutting himself away from you for the rest of the night. You just want to spend more time with him and this is what you came up with.

Baekhyun stares at you for a long, hard minute, trying to read you like always. “Fine,” he exhales smoke with a long sigh, his brown eyes narrowing. “Let me finish this.”

"Okay!" you beam, clapping your hands together before he turns away. Baekhyun grumbles when he walks back into the living room, but you still catch the amused smile on his face, his joint bobbing between his curled lips.

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Making the pizza goes better than expected. He’s good at dicing up pineapples from watching endless chef videos between long flights. You’re good at portion sizes thanks to your dear grandmother while growing up. Everything is going well until Baekhyun bumps into you while you are standing on your tiptoes to return the flour back onto the top shelf of the cabinet. The white powder rains down on you in an instant. Luckily your hair is still tucked under the plastic shower cap. The same can’t be said for Baekhyun.

“Don’t you dare,” you hiss when he goes to touch his hair. “We can’t eat like this. Come on.” You quickly grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen. “We’re washing your hair.”

“What?”

“You heard me!” You briskly walk down the hallway to his room, bypassing yours entirely. You remember what happened the last time he washed his hair with your shampoo and you're not about to go through that again. ‘This shit is too cheap for my dyed hair.’ Why are you friends with him again? “I’m not eating with you dripping flour all over the food.”

“I won’t.”

You pause in the doorway, giving him a deadpan look. Knowing how excited he gets over eating his favorite food, you know he will. He’s already leaving a trail of flour on the floor. “Come.” You lightly shove him into the master bathroom, instructing him to take off his shirt.

“Shouldn’t I take everything off?” he teases, a smug smirk on his face. “It’s no use if I have flour on my boxers too.” You tell him to shut up and throw a towel at his laughing face to hide your flaming cheeks. The audacity of this man and his shamelessness… If you hadn’t grown up with him, you’d swear he has no sense of decency.

Baekhyun sits on the lid of the toilet in his towel and pokes out his tongue at you while you ruffle the flour out of his hair with a blow dryer. He gags when the flour lands on his tongue and sucks it right back into his mouth with a grimace while you laugh at him. His eyes fall closed when you comb your fingers through his fluffy hair, humming and leaning into your touch. It reminds you of that one summer when you both were messing around in his mother’s kitchen and he got covered head to toe just like this.

You were too young and dumb to realize how bad it was to try washing flour out of your hair. While his mother found you before your natural hair got under the water, Baekhyun had to rock a buzz cut that year. The memory makes you chuckle, laughing harder when he catches on, narrowing his eyes at you. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns, grabbing your wrist when you pretend to reach for the sink instead.

“You look pretty handsome with a buzz cut, Baekhyun,” you tease, pushing his hair back to expose his gorgeous forehead. You aren’t kidding; he looks good no matter what state his hair is in. Buzz cut, bowl cut, under cut or long, side-swept fringe… His silence prompts your eyes to shift back to his.

Baekhyun looks up at you with a serene expression on his face. An emotion you can’t quite identify swirls in his eyes, softening them; the sparkly brown irises full of warmth. An adoring smile quirks at his pink lips. You find yourself transfixed when he licks over them, slowly leaning in. He rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your heated skin. The tip of his nose brushes your cheek when the ding of the kitchen timer echoes through the house.

“Shit,” you gasp, pulling away from him. “The pizza!”

Baekhyun ruffles his hair and shakes his head with a frustrated sigh. There you go running out of the room, leaving him to his own devices again.

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“Gemini.” Baekhyun’s low voice rumbles in your ear, breaking the silence.

“What?” you lift your head off of his chest and look away from the billions of stars shining bright in the night sky above you, focusing on the man laying on the beach towel next to you. He noticed your gaze gravitating towards the shore an hour ago, and now here you are, stargazing under all of the orbiting planets and twinkling stars. The beach is empty except for the two of you. Nothing but the chirping crickets, the calming sound of the crashing waves, and his steady breaths surround you.

“There,” he points to a cluster of stars, tracing them in a pattern that you can't begin to comprehend. The constellations look nothing like the astrology symbols you know thanks to him. Sneaking out together to pour over textbook after textbook in the back of libraries during your teenage years. He has always been fascinated with the sky. It always surprises you how well he still knows the stars when you take his choice of career into consideration. His endless nights surrounded by flashing lights and extravagant decor...

“Look!” His voice pulls you from your thoughts. You give him your full attention, noticing the bright light streaking across the sky.

“A shooting star.” Baekhyun beams, looking back at you expectantly.

You blink a few times. The excitement written all over his face leaves you dazed. “...What?”

He squeezes you softly within his arms, his chest vibrating under your cheek. “Make a wish, silly.”

His chuckle has a smile tugging at your lips. You look up at the shooting star falling behind the horizon and take a deep breath. There are so many things you could want and hope for in this world. But Baekhyun… With his warm brown eyes and quirked up lips…

If you could wish for one thing and one thing only: you wish to spend forever with him, like this.

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A/N: Well this came out spicier than intended 💀😳 Hello, loves! Long time no see! How do we feel about OC so far? Is she a total clown 🤡 or is she just afraid of love? 😔 What would you do if Baekhyun was rubbing sunscreen on you? 🤭😇🔥

Thank you for reading~ I’ll start replying to everyone next Sunday, okay? I’m a busy bee preparing things! 🐝💨✨🌻

His eyes lazily drift from soul to soul in the crowd, watching the small orbs of light morph into humanoid faces and faint silhouettes. He’s seen it a million times; the moment a soul realizes they’re dead. The moment they realize their eternal doom. Such a pure, precious expression. The piercing screams and pleading wails of agony are music to his ears.

His black hair ruffles when a shadow flies past. He grabs the entity by its throat at lightning speed, his strength strong enough to snap a human’s neck in half.

“No!” The soul cries. Its rugged, humanoid face of a man pleads with him, shedding sparkly silver tears. “Please! Let me go! I-I don’t belong here! I have a fam-”

Baekhyun snaps his hand into a fist, disintegrating the soul out of existence. Erasing it from the hands of space and time itself. Now he can’t watch them wither and scream for eternity. What a pity. He quite liked his voice. That quivering, choked up tenor tone... Baekhyun snaps out of his twisted reverie. He shakes out his hand and kicks away the burnt ashes of the soul’s remains with the heel of his combat boot.

That’s how things go down here. Some souls accept their fate, entering the realm of their damnation without a hitch. While the other ones — the troublesome souls, make a break for it. It’s the same scenario Baekhyun has seen a billion times. Usually, those souls are restrained and dragged inside. Placated and baited by his fellow demon brethren.

Baekhyun grunts at the thought. That’s never happening. Not on his watch. As long as he is the one guarding these eerie gates, no pesky spirits are getting past him. Not even Hell is welcoming to a graveling soul like that.

He stands at attention, his hands clasped behind his back while he scans the crowd. He’s wearing a black outfit made entirely out of leather and an indifferent expression on his face. The only part of him that is swayed is the tips of his black bangs being licked by the raging flames.

He remembers his first night here, assigned to monitor Purgatory by the devil himself. To watch over the poor, unfortunate souls entering this place. ‘The black void’ his peers call it. The endless abyss that souls come to before falling down into the fury pits of Hell.

It holds up to its infamous name. An eternal limbo. An invisible void between Earth and Hell. Only those who are dead can stumble upon it, but none realize where they are until they come across Baekhyun, his gaunt figure dressed in all black. Stationed in front of the grimey gates. The muffled screams of fear and agony echoing beyond the shadowed gateway that awaits.

Purgatory stretches further than the surface area of Jupiter itself. It’s endless. Every lone soul who finds its way here stumbles in the invisible void, searching for another or a single spark of light in its depths with no success. They are driven to madness. Ripe for the picking to be shot down into the flames of Hell.

Only demons and other Underworld creatures can navigate through Purgatory’s tedious trenches and dizzying maze. But no one likes it. No entity finds comfort near its silently menacing walls or the evil spirits that lurk in the shadows. That’s how Baekhyun ended up here. Nothing sways him. That’s what makes him Hell’s best supervisor; the ‘man’ for the job. He is the devil’s right hand man, after all. Looking out at all the souls shimmering their way up to him, he despises his high position all the more.

Suddenly, something blinds him. He clutches his head in his hands with a hiss, his black eyes squinted and tinted with white, yellow, and fury red. Looking around with his right eye, he scans the dark depths for the source, seconds away from obliterating all of the souls in his vicinity when he sees it. A small, glowing, hair-thin crack in the gangly ceiling.

Baekhyun stares blankly for a moment, then cracks a wide, grotesque grin. His eyes blood red and hair pure white before he shoots up to the ceiling. He tears through the thick layer of obsidian rock with his clawed hands, not stopping for a moment. Not hindered at all by the lowly demons who rush out of Purgatory’s gates to stop him.

He pulls the walls of rock apart, climbing into the crawl space of blinding orange light and molten rock. The rush of flowing lava caresses his cheeks. The heat of Earth’s innermost core welcomes him. He looks up at the layers of iron and nickel above him with a splitting grin on his face. There. Past the shifting mantle and Earth’s crust, he sees the smallest sliver of light. There, his Hell-fueled flames ignite.

He hears the sizzle of the lesser demons disintegrating in their haste to pull him back down. He hisses when they latch onto his boots, toasting them with his inferno flames. Tarnishing them until they are no more than ashes amongst the slivering elements and roaring lava waves. Baekhyun’s eyes glow with an orange that rivals his surroundings. His leather clothes melt away. Silk robes cloak his body while he becomes one with the whooshing flames.

He claws his way to the surface, breaking out of the melted clumps of soil before stepping out onto the uneven terrain. The earth around him cracks and crumbles under his feet, powerless under the heat of his merciless flames. Before he takes another step, a small, timid noise has his head snapping up. Baekhyun grins evilly when his fire blazed eyes land on a wide-eyed, quivering fawn.

“Are you lost, little one?”

He steps closer with the grace of a lion. A wolf among sheep. A hunter in the dead of night. His footsteps don’t make a single sound through the piles of dry leaves. The tall grass brushes soundlessly against his silk-clad knees. The fawn stares back at him, frozen in fear, waiting for the inevitable, its legs shaking before he snatches it up by the neck.

Baekhyun marvels at the still creature dangling in his grasp. He tilts his head, feeling its racing heart between his fingertips. He traces his claw over its jugular vein, contemplating how the small animal should be slain until a commotion jars him from his reverie.

Baekhyun spots a lit fire at the edge of the forest. He looks at the drunken men parading around it, clapping with glee under the twisted branches and jagged trees. A clap of thunder echoes in the night sky before a bolt of lightning covers it in blinding white streaks. Then, he sees it: a coat of arms* in the shade of green. The blurry image of a fair woman splattered with blood flashes in his mind while he takes in the shameless scene.

His wild eyes narrow with a ferocious growl that shakes the whole forest floor, rustling the leaves off of the Fall trees. He launches himself at the three. The fiery circle of fire around him shoots up to engulf the forest’s canopy.

He has the first man’s heart in his grasp before they notice his presence. The shortest man among the three drunkenly looks over to the slumped body of his deceased friend. He stares at the visible hole in his chest and the still beating heart in Baekhyun’s bloody hand with his mouth agape. His trembling lips part only for Baekhyun to shove the heart into his mouth and down his oesophagus. He falls to his knees, his grubby fingers clawing at his bulged out throat with petrified eyes.

Baekhyun hears a commotion coming from the right. He swivels around on his heel at lightning speed while the kneeling man chokes to death. He turns to the last man standing, the latter swinging an axe at him. Baekhyun grabs his arm and twists it sharply. He pulls it right out of its socket and rips it off of his body. The sickening crack widens the grin on his blood-smeared face. Brightens the wild glow of his eyes. He muffles the burly man’s piercing screams by shoving his other hand down and ripping right through his entire face and his throat, tearing out his vocal cords.

He curiously stares down at the arm in his hand while the body falls on top of the others on the ground. The limb gushes out blood, painting his pink lips and snow-white hair red. He slowly runs his tongue over his bottom lip. A burst of venison* and wine spreads over his tongue. He bends the arm backward, splintering its elbow and tearing it in half. The fragments of bone and exposed flesh from its dangling bits spray a new layer of blood over his lips. He lets go of the man’s forearm before grabbing the severed bicep by both ends and going in for a bite.

Baekhyun throws his head back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste. The fresh raw meat. The smoothness of tangy human blood. The still pulsing flesh crying out for a heart that no longer beats. He licks his bloody lips, streams of thick blood smearing over his face and dribbling down his chin. Power surges through his veins. The flames dancing along his silk robes flicker in delight.

All of that from a little bite…

Lightning illuminates his grinning silhouette in the dark night. He sprints through the forest like a bolt of light, leaving a gruesome trail of blood and streaks of molten rock behind. He climbs a steep hill and sees a village up ahead. The roar of fire and crackling of lava destroying the vegetation of the land follows closely behind him. He stands at the top of the hill, the wind ruffling his bloody, silk robes. His white hair in a disarray and dyed a red hue. He raises his arms to the sky as another bolt of lightning brightens up the night. The forest around him burns while he lifts his flames to the sky.

Lightning scatters across the sky, basking the aged, stone buildings below with light. Dizzying memories plague the back of Baekhyun’s mind. He bares his teeth, seething at the palace at the edge of the enclosed castle walls. He sees it — he sees it all. Chapel, Bailey*, and overbearing Keep*. The dirt roads he walked back and forth for back-breaking work. The fields he guarded as a king’s prized knight. He sees them all, looking down on the world at his feet. Nothing and no one can hide. Nothing leaves his sight. Not even on this prophesied night.

An old man crouched down in front of an orchard of peaches spots him at the top of the hill. Baekhyun waits for his horrified scream before going in for the kill. Let them hear. Let them all gather here and see who has come to rain down damnation on all of them and banish them to the deepest pits of hell.

It alerts the village. Everyone outdoors takes one look at Baekhyun’s bloody figure at the bottom of the hill, at the torn, dismembered body slumped at his feet. The flashes of lightning reveal the disfigured hand in his mouth. They watch in horror while he bites off the fingers and the wrinkly digits fall from his crimson mouth.

The villagers run for their lives. Trampling each other in the crowd to get away. Their torches and lanterns are left to fall to the ground in their wake. The broken glass and fiery embers spread the fire across the dry grass at a frightening rate, setting the wooden horse stables and market shops aflame.

Baekhyun barrels his way through the streets, slashing his razor-sharp claws through everyone he comes across. Slicing their bodies in half. There is no escape from his wrath. He catches up to the frantic crowd within seconds, their fatal ends lying in wait. He will bring their end on this day.

The skies open up with an abundance of rain, as if the heavens are crying for every unfortunate soul that stands in his way. He cuts, slashes, whips through thigh, waist, tooth, nail, and bone. Whatever body part that awaits. The bodies are slaughtered by him, left in layers on the lava-devoured ground, like fresh stacks of pig meat.

He has one thing on his mind: his goal is to reach those golden gates. Just as he crosses that lowered moat* over the still water surrounding the kingdom, a row of soldiers charges forward to meet him halfway.

Baekhyun slows to a brief pause, watching the armed men step forward with swords, spears, and metal weapons in their hands that he can't quite identify. “Do you draw your sword, good sir?” he tilts his head, baring his crazed gaze into their fearful eyes. A flash of lightning brightens the sky, reflecting the memories that force their way to the front of Baekhyun’s mind.

The king. The chiselled face of the man he can never forget flashes behind his eyes. The tyrant of despise. So good for his people when Baekhyun wasn’t included, when he aided in Baekhyun’s demise. The power-hungry man, who Baekhyun served as his right hand, that ended his life.

“Sorry, where are my manners?” Baekhyun’s evil grin widens, hatred burning bright in his blazed eyes. He unleashes his foot-long, black claws, preparing to fight. He moves so fast his image blurs out of their line of sight. He doesn’t even let them get in the first strike.

The soldiers throw everything they have at him, but it is useless against Baekhyun. The metal pelts fired from their metal weapons go right through him. Nothing pierces his skin, it just sinks right in. Absorbed by him. The pieces of metal melt under the heat of his hell flames. This isn’t a fair fight. The soldiers at the back retreat in fright. So much for the king’s sworn knights.

“Art thou a mighty knight of thou king?”* Baekhyun grins in delight, ripping out the liver of the man on his right side. He can’t help taking an enormous bite, feeling the power make his flames re-ignite. “Oh shameful is he!” He cries, his mouth full of sour meat. His eyes bore into the shivering knights before him with glee. “Sending a mighty feast for me.” He’s raising his claws before their wide-eyed figures can disagree.

Baekhyun charges straight at the men who have their swords drawn with lightning speed. He’ll go easy on them for now; he enjoys a wild feast. His claws clash sharply against their swords, the echo swallowed up by the stormy night. 20 men against 1; what a rare sight.

A flash of a distant memory echoes through his mind. The clashes of swords roar loudly in his ears, surrounding him entirely. He spins around in the air, his black hair darker than midnight. What a gruesome sight. His beloved warhorse has been left behind at the start of the battlefield. His plate armor is drenched in chunks of flesh, blood, and despite.

He lands back on his feet, his white, blood-stained hair dangling in his glowing eyes. Back to the present of the trembling men in front of him, his silk robes ripple in the strong wind. Not even the rain can wash away the bloodshed on this night.

He finally enters the tall, golden gates of the palace, leaving a bloody orange trail of shredded bodies and lava-filled grooves in the ground behind. He strides right up to the King’s courtroom, crossing the stone pavement walkways with no one else in sight. Baekhyun’s hellfire flares up into the thundering sky. No one can stop him; he will kill the king and the royal family on this night. His claws glint menacingly in the dim lantern lights. He has this right.

Past the velvet carpet pathways and mounted torch lights, he makes his way into the throne room. He throws the door open, blood dripping off of his drenched clothes to the polished white floors. A group of men and women cower in a corner of the room the moment he steps into view.

The frazzled King nearly faints on the spot at the sight. Reported sightings of Baekhyun alright. He’s here now; he has made his way through the entire east side of the Kingdom, and now, the King must fend him off with all his might if he wishes to survive this horrifying night.

“Baekhyun!” Junmyeon laughs loudly, masking the nervousness in his eyes. “Sir Baekhyun,” he quickly adds when the latter stretches his clawed hands in plain sight. “What a lovely surprise!”

Baekhyun makes his way over to the empty chair in the center of the room. His steps echo, the mix of blood and mud causing the stickiest of sounds every time the heel of his foot lifts from the ground. He drags the chair nonchalantly all the way up to the throne, his bloodied hands and claws tainting its pure white fabric along with the bits of flesh and bones dripping from his clothes. His silence worries the King; he doesn’t know what to expect from those vengeance-filled, demon eyes.

“Please excuse the mess.” The King smiles, catching the way those yellow eyes scan the room. “Had I known you were coming I would have prepared for your arrival.” He shuffles a stack of papers in his golden ring-covered hands, the rare gems sparkling under the candle lights.

“Tell me, what accommodations should I arrange for you?” he continues, grasping for straws at this point to get the hell-spawn to respond. He waves a hand to gesture to the kingdom beyond the stone walls. “We have an array of chefs, ballrooms, gems from the northern regions, and broth-”

“I’m not interested in any of your harlots*.” Baekhyun snarls, waving him off with a bloody hand. He props his muddy boots up on the arm of the throne. The blood drips on the velvet cushion while he leans back in his chair, staring at the King under the veil of his bloody hair and the heat of his glare.

Junmyeon’s eye twitches, disgruntled from being cut off so abruptly and his ill-mannered display. He clears his throat, moving his sleeve away from the putrid smelling shoes. “Then what may I interest you with?” he raises a brow. He’ll do just about anything to get this demon out of his house.

Baekhyun sits up, placing his feet back on the ground. He leans forward, his calculating eyes glinting in interest. “I want my own castle out there.” He points his chin in the direction he came from.

“In the middle of the forest?” Junmyeon inquires, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Surely you’d prefer a room in our fine-”

“If you’re anything like that gargantuan late king of yours,” Baekhyun points to a wilting flower in the corner of the room. “You will want me as far away as possible from this place.” He crosses his arms, leaning back with his keen eyes still set on him. “Pray me not* an angel of life, mortal.”

“Alright… as you wish,” Junmyeon mutters under his breath, eyeing the demon inspecting his blood-drenched claws. The amount of blood, guts, and god knows what else clinging to his orange silk robes has his dinner threatening to come back up. “Would you like some staff to accompany you? We have the finest chefs in the-”

“Do they know how to prepare long pork?” Baekhyun looks Junmyeon dead in the eye, pulling a clump of flesh from inside of his robes. “Delectable red meat?” Blood dribbles down his fair hand from the still pulsing muscles, covering his honey-toned skin in a cherry red glaze.

“I love it medium rare.” He continues, making everyone in the room shiver from his pleasant tone. He speaks as if complimenting the weather on a sunny day. “The elusive taste...” Baekhyun takes a bite out of it, yellow bits of human fat flying out of his mouth. “And well done.” He cracks a bloody grin, his chin caked in dry blood and pieces of entrails. “A bit on the tough side.”

“W-well then,” Junmyeon cracks a wry smile, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. He clasps his shaky hands together in his lap. “I’m sure we can find the proper staff to accommodate you.”

Baekhyun turns his attention to the King’s advisor, huddled next to the throne, trying to remain out of view. “Hark thee.”* He beckons him closer with a slender hand. “Come here.”

The advisor rises from his crouched down position on the floor. He looks frantically at the King, but Junmyeon doesn’t meet his gaze; he doesn’t spare him a glance. The trembling man gulps, his aged hands shaking when he takes a step forward under Baekhyun’s watchful stare.

Baekhyun tucks a clawed hand under the advisor’s chin. “Art thou loyal to thine* king?” he peers into the man’s eyes, flickering his yellow eyes over at the King before focusing back on him. “I wonder… how loyal is he to you?” he grins, tracing the frantically pulsing vein in his throat. “How deep thou King’s loyalty goes?” His wild eyes implore the shaken man to speak. To determine whether or not his claws will pierce his artery and get a taste of his sin-ridden, tainted meat.

“What do you want?” Junmyeon intervenes. His advisor’s face has turned a worrisome shade of green. He tries to deescalate the situation before they all become mere slices of flesh for Baekhyun to feast upon. “State your terms and conditions.”

Baekhyun pauses, slowly turning his head back to the King. “My wants?” he tilts his head. “My wishes?” he slowly sits up. “I want to eat everyone alive.” His fiery eyes glow ablaze under the candle lights. “I want to burn this kingdom to the ground.” His crazed grin morphs into a bloodthirsty snarl. “I want back everything the royal family has taken from me. Here and now.”

He twirls the remaining pieces of flesh between his fingers, dragging his eyes over every stiff figure in the room. Huddled like cattle in the farthest corners of the grand throne room. “Do your people know?” he raises his voice in the laziest of drawls, a dangerous smirk on his blood-stained lips. “What happened back then?” His yellow eyes tell of all the secrets he holds. Who knows more about the late king and his family than a man whose soul was unfairly sold? “What made thine king-”

“Anything!” Junmyeon raises his hand, sweat beading down the back of his neck. “You want,” he finishes in a rush. But that. Anything but that. No one must know what happened 6 centuries ago.

Baekhyun leans back, lacing his blood-caked fingers together, his eyes twinkling with glee. “Make a deal,” they flash to red, his voice lowering to an ungodly, sinister and demonic tone that makes all life forms cower away and flee, “with me.”

Junmyeon hesitates. He swears the ground is shaking under his feet. Quaking in tune with the fire burning bright behind Baekhyun’s blood red eyes. He wants to decline. To reject a century’s known sign of deceit... but he has no other choice. His kingdom, for all intentions and purposes, is at Baekhyun’s feet. He is at his mercy.

“Okay,” Junmyeon gulps, nodding. What else can he do? Between Earth and Hell, he rather take the risk of prolonging his demise instead of being slaughtered. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

Baekhyun doesn’t break eye contact for a second. He tantalizingly drags one of his claws down the middle of his own palm, ripping it open. The pitter-patter of his orange-tinted blood falls to the marble floors softer than the onslaught of rain bearing down outside of the palace walls.

Junmyeon flinches, slowly reaching his hand towards his advisor. “Jacob…” he swallows. “My sword.” The shaken advisor takes the golden case off of the mantle placed above the throne. The sword rattles loudly while he places it into the King’s clammy hands.

Junmyeon opens the case under the heat of Baekhyun’s glare. His slippery hands pull out the jewel-encrusted sword with haste. He quickly looks away and slices open his palm, flinching at the stinging pain. A sour taste forms on the back of his tongue. There’s no time to waste.

He takes a few deep breaths before meeting Baekhyun’s eyes again. He slowly outstretches his hand, wincing at the vice-like grip the demon wraps around his profusely bleeding hand.

“Bring me 4 war horses and your best guards,” Baekhyun starts lowly in his normal monotone. He lowers his gaze to their tightly interlocked hands, digging the tips of his claws into Junmyeon’s skin. “If they last through the night, consider me pleased.” He smirks, chunks of meat stuck between his teeth. Junmyeon has to try his hardest not to hurl at the stench of his rancid breath.

“I shall send my wishes in the early morn’.” Baekhyun pulls away, looking at the King more than pleased. That’s his pentagram on the right side of Junmyeon’s neck. He can reap his soul at any moment he pleases.

“I send for you,” Baekhyun’s eyes flicker back to their yellow hue. “You send not for me.” He adjusts his blood-stained robes, trailing his glowing eyes over the room once more. “He who comes to me is a dead man.” He looks pointedly back at the King. “Dare not you step foot on my property.”

Junmyeon bites his tongue. He regrets his decisions. He badly wishes he could rewrite his history... But his fate is sealed in stone. He must live out the prophecy. With a ring-covered hand, he waves for his men in the throne room to bring forth all that Baekhyun desires. He can only hope that the wishes sent his way won't seal his kingdom’s doom.

He follows the demon outside as they await for the royal guards to bring his chosen horses at the gates. A white horse trots forward, ridden by a guard with the finest of bows strapped across his back. His bronze skin flickers mesmerizingly under the few torches left from Baekhyun’s earlier entry.

A second horse steps forward, its coat a mix of brown and fiery red. Ridden by a tall, fair man with sharp eyebrows and a furrow on his broad forehead. The blunt of a large sword swings from the shaft on his leather belt.

Another horse enters the gates, the dim candle lights swallowed up by its midnight black mane. It is led on foot by a maiden with a satchel tied at her waist. The fresh smell of baked bread and fried rice comes off of her in waves.

The final horse walks into the palace’s golden gates. It’s pale coat and red eyes glow menacingly in the dark night. A red mist surrounds the tamed beast. Its front legs are stained with spots of blood, and the faintest silhouette of a wide-eyed, stern faced man sits on its strong back. The devoured souls of the dead on this long night swirl within those red eyes. The four tall horses give everyone who bears witness to them a huge fright.

Baekhyun steps forward and throws his leg over the black horse, taking the rails with ease. He looks back at King Junmyeon one last time, his horse whining gleefully while he grins with all his blood-stained teeth. One last crack of thunder echoes across the sky, and the horses leave the site.

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