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good vibrations ; pcy

word count: 1.6k

genre: smut

warnings: underground rapper!au, sex toys, overstim, edging, masturbation, oral sex

‘in which loey’s got some new songs. you enjoy them differently than others.’

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You had a ritual everytime Loey dropped something new. You’d wait for your boyfriend’s text saying his song was live, you’d grab your handy dandy toy, and find a whole new way to appreciate his music.

The idea was all yours, kind of. Another fan of Loey had posted something online about this fantastic new vibrator that pulsed with the beat of your music. Given his deep voice and the heavy bass in the majority of his tracks, it seemed like a match made in heaven.

He seemed a little apprehensive about the whole thing (you suspected that he felt like this toy was gonna replace him), but you managed to convince him how much fun the two of you could have with it together.

Neither of you were strangers to sex toys; you’d played around with cock rings and the occasional cheap local-sex-store-bargain-bin mini hitachi wand (not to mention the secret box you’d stuffed in the back of your closet with a dildo and sample lube packets), but this was different.

Despite his uncertainty, Chanyeol never knew erotic until he walked in on the sight of you coming undone to the sound of his voice and the vibrations it provided.

You’d even convinced him to let you try it on him.

Putting on the softest and slowest songs you had on your phone, you teased him with it over his boxers for well over an hour until he just couldn't take it anymore.

All music from both of your respective libraries were at your disposal, and you found that the most sultry R&B tracks were your favourite to use against him. The slow tempo and soft voices meant steady vibrations until the song reached its climax. The two of you would go at that for hours; you massaging his cock through his boxers with the vibrator while he played with your tits.

You favoured the slow pacing and the way R&B’s tease brought him over any genre you two had experimented with.

All that being said, your boyfriend’s favourite type of music method of torture varied. Of course, there was no shortage of his music and that of other rappers in the scene that he’d produced for. It got to a point where you couldn’t listen to any of his music in public with feeling arousal.

His new favourite was rock n roll; fast guitar, loud drums, and piercing voices meant you came fast and hard every damn time. As good as it was to cum to Kiss or Motley Crue, nothing was hotter to you than Chanyeol’s voice.

You’d been at home all day while Chanyeol was in the studio. He was producing and featuring on a track for an up-and-coming new artist. Sending little snippets of a song wasn't uncommon, he valued what you thought and what you could add to perfect his music.

Today was different.

He’d sent you audio of a few new songs and a message.

from: chan

to: you

you know what to do, baby girl (;

Giddy smile on your face, you put down your laundry and skipped to the bedroom. The vibrator was in the top drawer of your nightstand and the batteries were fresh. You plugged the cord into the base and pulled up the first untitled track while kicking off your panties. About four minutes in length, the song had a different vibe to his normal stuff.

A high note introduced the song and it definitely wasn’t his voice. The toy whirred to life between your thighs unexpectedly and you squealed in surprise. This was definitely the song he was featured on.

i’m starting to draw it out

just like i saw

aren’t you sick

of all of the same shapes?

The beat still hadn’t picked up yet, leaving a very soft pulse on your clit. You yearned for anything stronger. Whoever this new singer was, his voice was amazing. As the chorus began it’s build up, you saw a message from Chanyeol came through but you didn't want to stop and check it.

going on a path someone decided for you is no fun

a special wrong answer shines more

from now on, find the path that you want

go go go go

That was more like it.

no more thoughts that are measured with a ruler

do whatever you want instead of what’s nice

just like how you feel right now

do it, do it, throw yourself

You bucked your hips against the vibrator as you let out a long whine. Your fingers trailed down to your folds to collect your own arousal.

no more of what you don’t wanna do

do what you want instead of what’s typical

be free, yeah, have some lawless ideas

you’re still so young

The vibrations picked up with Loey’s verse. You whined, hips leaving the mattress completely as you rut your hips against it. What you wouldn't do to have your boyfriend there with you, teasing you with the buzzing toy between your legs while his fingers pump in and out of you.

if you did what they told you to do

you wouldn’t be able to hear

if you only used your shoulder to put on your backpack

you wouldn’t be able to dance

thin out all the decisions you made by being cautious

Collecting the juices from your pussy, you spread it across your sensitive folds. Cries of your boyfriend’s name tumbled from your lips as his voice brought you closer and closer to cumming. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation. The snippet of the song was fading out (and so were the vibrations), causing you to let out a sob.

You could practically see the shit-eating grin on your boyfriend’s face. Part of you knew he did this on purpose; bringing you just close enough to the edge to make you cry when it ends. Next song starting abruptly after a brief pause, the vibrations startled you.

i can’t breathe,

it’s like I’ve been split in half

cocaine won't replace

hearing your voice, sounding so sharp

This song was more Loey’s style; heavy bass, slow spoken words, deep voice. Again, your phone went off from somewhere on your bed, but you couldn't be bothered to check. Your orgasm washed over you in long waves and you felt your toes curl.

drunken calls

you’re makin' me high

i can feel it, a mistake

i need you by my side

Even though you came, it wasn't close to enough. Including this one, you had two songs left and you felt like it would be a disservice to your boyfriend if you stopped now. You wanted more. He would've wanted more.

baby girl

i’ve seen you with him

suffering

just can't quite reach it

The vibrations weren't quite enough anymore. You needed Chanyeol to hurry home. He always knew had to make you come undone in record time. Though it couldn't compare to his, you fucked yourself with your fingers in attempt to seek relief. Given your position, your palm pushed the vibrator against your clit and you sobbed.

“Please, Yeol!” You knew he wasn't there, but you desperately wished he was. Maybe crying out his name would make him come home faster. Hips bucking wildly, you just about reached you peak when you heard a familiar sound.

It was the click of a key in the lock.

Chanyeol was home.

And judging by the low chuckle and footsteps leading him to you, he knew exactly what you were doing. He found you fucked out; teary eyed, soaked with sweat, and hips rutting against your fingers.

“My poor little baby,” He cooed, stepping towards the bed and brushed your bangs away from your face. “Do you need to come?” Chanyeol grabbed your phone and paused the music. With the vibrations halted, you let out a whine.

Pure need radiated off you. “You still have a song left, right baby?” You nodded. Chanyeol smirked, selecting the final track. The vibrator was back in your hand and he was kneeling before your pussy. He finally dove in, dragging his tongue through your folds. The vibration kicked in and you squealed.

lovin that real love, something you feel love

turning me back to the old me

ride for my realla, i die for my realla

i give you respect like the OGs

lockin' me down like the police

You could feel the smirk on Chanyeol’s lips. He’d planned this all along and you knew it. You tugged on Chanyeol’s hair with one hand and manned the vibrator with your other. “Oh my god, more! Please!” He more than complied, fucking you with his fingers while lapping at your pussy.

i'm all yours, when you really wanna take me there

don't let me go nowhere

i’d give it all up for you, i swear

only for real love

Everything felt so intense. You were incredibly oversensitive from your last orgasm and you knew you probably weren’t going to last very long (especially if he kept his pace up). The vibrations became more intense with his parts of the song.

love is a high, we feelin’ alive

you lovin’ the size, 이 흐름을 타

i give you more, you feelin’ the flow

you never let none of them bring down the vibe

hustle to win, we be livin’ in sin

makin’ us two of a kind

Without any warning whatsoever, you came. In fact, you squirted a little on the sheets. As you basked in the glow of our orgasm, you could see the strain on your boyfriend’s pants. Perhaps you ought to pick some songs and return the favour?

THE END

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vibrator in the story is called OhMiBod, liked here

songs in the fic are:

1. young by baekhyun ft loco (chanyeol has loco’s parts)

2. a mix of tempo, love shot, and stuff from a rap lyric generator

3. freal luv by far east movement ft. tinashe and chanyeol (chanyeol has f.e.m.’s parts as well as his own

#exo #exo-l #chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo smut #smut #kpop #loey #chanyeol smut

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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the mobile app is a bitch and wont lemme post from my drafts so a new chanyeol fic is gonna be dropped this afternoon!

also yall rlly seem to want a vampire sehun sequel,,,

#exo #alternate universe #exo l #exo fanfiction #exo smut #park chanyeol #fuck the tumblr app #chanyeol

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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Hey! Just coming in to say I appreciate and love you lots!!💗

i love my son :(

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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attention please!

i've fixed up my masterlist and now it's available to everyone on mobile! check it out on my profile to see all that i've written in one place!

#exo fanfiction #masterlist #exo #alternate universe #content

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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blissful ; dks

word count: 1.5k

genre: smut, but like, soft smut????

warnings: oral sex, waking up a partner with oral sex (predetermined consent), thigh riding, implied shower sex,

‘in which you wake kyungsoo up in the best way possible’

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“You want to what?” Kyungsoo asked. “Don’t think I’m complaining or anything, but-you’re asking me if I want it, and is that something you even have to ask?”

You’d just asked your boyfriend of several years if you could wake him up with a blowjob. It was something you’d been thinking of for a while, but you weren’t sure how to bring it up to him. Worrying was dumb, yes, but you and Kyungsoo weren’t very-how should you put this, adventurous in the bedroom. Who’s to say he wouldn't be all weirded out?

“If you think it’s weird, we don’t have to do it. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about and it-” He had to cut you off because you had started to ramble. “It’s not weird. I’m just wondering why you, for one, seem so worked up about it, and two, are asking in the first place. You’re literally asking to give me a blowjob, did you think I was going to say no?”

When he put it that way, it made sense. “I just wanted to make sure you were on board. Besides, if I didn't tell you that I was going to do it, you could wake up with a heart attack or deck me in the jaw because you weren't expecting it.”

Kyungsoo chuckled. “Okay, fair. Just so you know, I’m about ninety eight percent sure I wouldn't deck you in the jaw.” You shrugged to say ‘you can’t be sure of that’ and he kissed you on the cheek in reassurance.

Now the idea was planted in your minds. It was incredibly late when you first brought it up, and neither if you really mentioned it for a few days afterwards. “So, when are we going to do, you know...?” He asked during dinner one night. Truth be told, you hadn't really thought about when this would go down.

You wanted an element of surprise to this; if he knew about it the night before, where's the fun in that? “Maybe we should do it closer to the weekend? I think it would be fun if we did it when you weren't expecting it.”

There was an excited glint in his eyes. Neither you or Kyungsoo could wait.

Kyungsoo had been waking up everyday hard in anticipation. Part of you was tempted to just to forget the whole surprise aspect of it, but there was something so satisfying about leaving him high and dry until he least expected it.

The look on his face every time he woke up and realized that he was imagining things was kinda priceless. You did feel a little bad for him, but he’d get what he wanted in due time.

He was getting impatient and you were getting antsy. Both of you wanted this so bad, you were certain one of you were going to explode. This needed to happen soon, or you’d go insane.

The day (or rather, the morning) had come. You woke up a few hours earlier than you normally did so he wouldn't expect a thing. Kyungsoo was fast asleep; sprawled out on his back and a half hard erection in his boxers.

You started by pulling the blanket off his body as slow as you could. He did shift a little bit from the change in temperature, but he still seemed to be sleeping. Giving a few seconds, you skimmed the tips of your fingers over his boxers to test the waters. Kyungsoo’s reaction was minimal; a low sort of groan came from his throat and he stretched out a little bit.

Now you wanted to go all the way in.

You slid his boxers down just enough to allow his cock to spring free. His cock was all too inviting for you to touch, leading you to grasp it softly and rub your thumb over the tip. His hips bucked up at the touch and you smiled to yourself. You focused your attention downwards; jerking him off as gently and as slowly as you could.

Bored with just using you hand, your started doing little kitten licks at his tip. Kyungsoo’s eyes squeezed shut and you finally took him into your mouth. He gripped the bed sheets tightly and fought the urge to thrust harshly into your throat. His cock was halfway in your mouth while your hands accomodated the rest.

Just about fully awake now, his hands flew to your hair and he slipped his fingers into your tangled hair to help guide you and your pace. You let your tongue massage the underside of his cock and he accidentally thrusted to hard and you choked. You pulled off of him and coughed. “Oh, fuck! Sorry (Y/N), are you okay?” You nodded and he gently massaged your chin.

“Are you good to keep going?” He asked. You were glad he stopped to make sure you were alright; there were tons of guys who wouldn’t have cared like Kyungsoo. You smiled at him and nodded. “Whenever you are.”

Taking him back into your mouth, you continued at the same pace as before. You fell back into the familiar rhythm and took him as far as you could before he’d hit the back of your throat. He tugged on your hair and you hummed. The vibration around his cock made him twitch and you smiled (as best as you could in that moment) around him. He was getting closer to his breaking point, but he wanted to hold off for as long as he could.

One hand slid down to jerk whatever was difficult to accommodate with your mouth. Meanwhile, you were slowly grinding your hips into the mattress to relieve some of the need burning between your legs. Kyungsoo was aware of what you were doing and the feeling of you whining around him made him twitch.

“I’m getting close. Fuck, I’m getting so close.” Pulling him out of your mouth, you focused all of your attention on the head of his cock. He made a noise of protest from the lack of contact at first, but your little kitten licks shut him up. It was when you started sucking in the head again that he came.

Most of it landed in your mouth and you swallowed it all. Whatever missed was promptly wiped away with a tissue and tossed into the wastebasket by your nightstand.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Kyungsoo said, voice a little shaky after coming down off his high. You smiled as he tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled you over onto him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” You said, nuzzling your face into his chest. “I liked it too.”

He smiled and ran his fingers through your hair. “I think I need to return the favour.” You shrugged your shoulders, as if to say that it wasn’t necessary; this was your idea, after all. “No, you deserve it! You literally just woke me up in what might be the best way to wake a person up. If you’re gonna say no to that, at least let me make you cum now.”

You couldn't say no to that. “What did you have in mind?” Kyungsoo smirked a little. “I want you to ride my thigh.” You loved riding his thigh; it was quite possibly one of your favourite things to do with him sexually. The feeling of his muscular thigh between your legs you while you rut your hips felt so fucking good.

If waking Kyungsoo up with a blowjob was the best thing ever in his eyes, riding his thigh was your equivalent. “Yes please.” There was a giddy smile on your face. He spread his legs slightly so you could mount his thigh easier while you slipped off your panties.

Mounting his thigh, you slowly began rocking your hips. His hands rested on your hips, gently guiding the way you moved. Ever so slowly, you sped up. Kyungsoo’s hands migrated up under your shirt to play with your breasts while you rut against him. Your shirt came off entirely and was discarded so his mouth could latch onto your nipples.

Your moans became higher in pitch and you grinded down on his thigh harder. You were making a complete mess on his thigh but you didn’t care (and neither did he). Kyungsoo tensed his muscles and tweaked your nipples. “Fuck! I’m about to come!” Sucking your boyfriend off turned you on so much, you knew you wouldn’t last very long.

Focusing his hands back on guiding your hips in a brutal pace, your orgasm washed over you in white hot waves. You rode out your high until overstimulation set in. Chests heaving, both of you felt spent. It was far earlier than either of you liked to wake up and well, everything you’d just done was a little strenuous. “I wanna go back to bed.” You groaned, stretching out your arms and yawning. “We really should shower, though.”

That was true. Both of you were covered in sweat and you were pretty sure there was cum in your hair. You got out of bed and stretched again. When turning back to Kyungsoo, you noticed he was getting hard again and he wasn’t shy about it. Once he got out of bed, you were almost certain about one thing: the two of you would have a fantastic nap after getting the shower.

Maybe then he would return the favour?

THE END

#exo #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #smut #exo smut #domestic au #fluff #the importance of consent #waking up #blissful

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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So basically,, frost bite is the best vampire!sehun fic to date and I,, would really like to see a part two if that's possible,, bc wow

thank you so much!! i'm not rlly a fan of writing sequels though, i've only started doing it with a few of my works that i think really needed it.

i would probably write one if frost bite wasn't written a few years ago, and i have no new ideas about the vampire!sehun concept.

perhaps i will write one in the future,,,,

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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quick note + disclaimers

1. all of my fics are cross posted, my ao3 is here

2. i acknowledge that i do not own any individuals in my works.

3. any actions that occur in my fics do not represent how i believe the individuals would react or respond in the given situation.

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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two is company, three’s a crowd ; osh & pcy

word count: 2.1k

genre: smut

warnings: one night stand, threesome (f/m/m), oral, multiple orgasms, nightclub au kinda

‘in which two may be company, but three isn’t necessarily a crowd’

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Teaching kindergarten was no easy task. In just two hours, you had to clean up an ‘accident’ on the carpet, explain death to the kids when they found Mr. Goldie (the class pet) upside down in his fishbowl, break up a fight over building blocks that lead to one boy getting a nose bleed and some little troublemaker got paint all over your new blouse.

And that was just two out of the six hour school day.

It was Thursday, but it was the Thursday before a long weekend. You needed a drink, so badly to the point that you debated having a friend bring you wine in a to-go cup during naptime to help you get through the rest of your day.

A few of the other kindergarten teachers had made plans to go out this weekend, but you weren’t interested in joining them. That ‘wild evening’ of theirs included a group of women aged forty five to sixty, all drinking a glass of wine each and calling it a night so they could all be home before 9:30.

No.

You wanted to get dressed up in the shortest dress you owned, go out to a nightclub, dance, get shit faced, and take some guy home. It was a far cry from what your colleagues had planned to do.

The children were escorted to the buses by some older students, and you finally had some silence. One of the other teachers came around and asked if you were sure about not wanting to go out and you politely told her you had other plans.

If only she and the others knew.

You left the building shortly after that, thrilled to have the long weekend away from your class. Not that you didn’t love your kids, but you just needed a break. You took a luxurious shower when you got home (luxurious meaning longer than three minutes and not at five in the morning) before taking a quick power nap.

Getting ready to go to a club was almost calming to you. It gave you some much needed me-time to pamper yourself and feel like the princess you read to your class about. But maybe this princess had just slightly more questionable morals.

The dress you had on was a cute little red number that showed off a good bit of your cleavage. You wore a lipstick to match and your sexiest (yet most comfortable) heels. You thought you looked pretty good all dressed up like that, and you simply hoped that you’d find someone else who thought the same thing.

The Aura was your club of choice. A friend of yours worked as a bartender there and vowed to have your back against any creeps who got handsy or tried to slip something in your drink. You found her behind the bar, bringing you your usual French Kiss to drink. She could tell just by looking at you that your week had been hell.

But it was the long weekend now, and you had three days to relax.

You sat at the bar for a bit, noticing two guys on the end staring at you. Flashing them a slightly flirty smile while taking another sip if your drink. They started whispering and giving an occasional nod in your direction.

There was a slight smirk on your lips as you took another sip. Your friend came over to where you were sitting. “Those two seem a little too interested. Want me to kick em out?” Her protectiveness was funny but understandable. She dealt with some serious creeps on a regular.

“No need. I’ll be sure to call you over if I need anything.” She gave you a small salute and went off to take someone else's order. You noticed one of the two guys getting up and walking over to you.

He was tall and handsome, with a little bit of a baby face. “Hello gorgeous.” His voice was dripping with charm, and his smile didn’t hurt either.

You flashed him a flirtatious smile. “You’re not bad yourself, I’m (Y/N).” He introduced himself as Chanyeol, and offered you to buy you a drink. He flagged down your friend, who made your drink with a knowing smile.

She brought it over and winked at you before walking off to the other end of the bar. You clinked glasses with Chanyeol before taking respective sips from your drinks. He was charming and funny, flirty but not pushing it.

He might just be the guy you take home.

His friend was still sitting at the end of the bar, watching the two of you. You turned your attention back to Chanyeol and the story he was telling about his uncle at a family reunion.

“Do you wanna go dance?” You asked, unsure what his his friend’s deal was and why he was staring like that. “I’m not really much of a dancer, but I think I can make an exception for you.”

You lead him over to an empty spot on the dance floor. He looked a little bit awkward in the way he moved, but he looked like he was having fun.

It got to a point where you two were less dancing and more grinding against one another. He crashed his lips against yours, delighted when you pulled him closer and kissed him back.

When you were both breathless, you looked into his eyes. “Do you want to get out of here? I literally live a block away.” Chanyeol looked like he was hesitant.

“I came in here with my friend, the one I was sitting with at the bar,” You glanced over to look at him. He was still sat there, staring into the bottom of his drink. “And we decided that we wanted to find a girl to share for the evening. Now, you don’t have to say yes, and if you’d rather it just be us two, that’s-”

“I’ll do it.”

It wasn’t your initial plan for the evening, but a few vivid images of the three of you between the sheets sent blood rushing down south.

Chanyeol stopped. “Seriously?” He asked, trying to mask his excitement. “Why not? After my hell of a week I need a little fun.” You were lead back through the crowd of people until you were near the bar and being introduced to Sehunt.

“Sehun, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Sehun.” Once that was all said and done, you three were headed towards the exit. You sent one last look to your friend behind the bar, who was doing a motion with her thumbs that meant you better tell me everything that happens.

The night was pretty warm, making for a pleasant walk. You smiled at the doorman when you walked into your apartment building and ignored the knowing look he shot you.

The elevator went up to the second floor and you unlocked the door. The two men followed you inside, flicking on the lights to illuminate your living room. “You know what I just realized? I didn’t get to dance with you, Sehun. We could do that now, if you like.”

Your heels were off at the door, making the both of them seem that much taller. “What did you have in mind?”

Turning the bluetooth speaker on your tv stand on, you put on something by the Weeknd and pushed him to sit in your arm chair. “Take a seat, Chanyeol. I think you’re gonna wanna watch this.” You went to sit on the other man’s lap and straddle him so you were face to face.

You started by moving your hips slowly against him. This wasn’t that different from what you and Chanyeol were doing before, one difference being you and Chanyeol were standing upright.

Sehun’s hands were roaming down your back, gliding over your ass and squeezing it. It made you grind down harder on his erection, and you let out a little groan. You kissed Sehun, wrapping your arms around his neck while you continued moving against him.

The armchair was placed in such a way that whoever was on the couch could see who was sitting on the chair from the side. This meant Chanyeol could see you grinding on Sehun’s crotch and groaning into his mouth. He was palming himself over his pants while he watched, wishing to be in Sehun’s place.

Chanyeol was making no effort to be quiet while he touched himself. You stopped kissing Sehun and turned your head to see that Chanyeol had unbuttoned his pants to alleviate some of the pressure.

“I think Chanyeol wants to play too. Should we take this bedroom, boys?” You were off Sehun’s lap and heading towards your bedroom, meaning the only option for them was to follow.

“So, how do you two want me?” You asked. They exchanged a look, as if they’d already discussed and thought about how this night was going to go.

Chanyeol piped up first. “You’re going to suck me off-” He stopped so Sehun could pick up where he left off. “While I eat you out.”

Perfect.

You wrestled with the zipper on your dress until Sehun stepped in and unzipped it for you. It fell to the floor, and both stared at your exposed form. The dress had cups and an underwire built in, so you forwent wearing a bra. They eyed your topless form hungrily while undressing themselves.

With a pile of clothes on the floor, Sehun climbed up on your bed and gestured for you to straddle his face. You let your panties hit the floor and moved until your pussy was hovering over his ready lips and tongue.

Chanyeol made his way onto your bed too, still in his boxers but the sheer fabric did nothing to hide his size or need. He pulled them down his legs which allowed his erection spring free.

Your mouth watered while you started stroking him. Sehun dragged his tongue through your folds as you took the tip of Chanyeol’s cock into your mouth and started sucking on it. You took him deeper into your mouth and moaned around his cock when Sehun plunged his tongue inside you.

One set of hands was on your hips while the other tugged on your hair to take him a far as you could. It was like they were working together in making you feel good. Sehun guided your hips so his nose was pushed flush against your clit and you could grind against it. That, mixed his his tongue probing your g-spot and lapping at your wetness had you attempting to moan around Chanyeol’s thick cock.

The vibration around him left beautiful deep groans tumbling past Chanyeol’s lips. Sehun was groaning too, right against your pussy and fuck, it felt good. Chanyeol was moaning out something, but you couldn’t bother listening. His cock was beginning to throb and his thrusts were getting sloppier.

You were bucking your hips wildly against Sehun’s face, shifting you slightly so his lips could wrap tightly around your clit. You hadn’t realized how close to cumming you were until your orgasm actually washed over you. Chanyeol came down your throat while you rode out your high, still bucking against Sehun’s mouth.

After you came down from your high, you released Chanyeol from your mouth and sat down on the bed beside Sehun. The three of you were all breathing heavily. “Wait. Sehun, you haven’t gotten off, have you?”

His shirt and pants were off, but his boxers were still on and they had a very obvious tent. “Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to get you off.” You considered that nonsense. He looked like he was painfully hard. It didn’t take much convincing before he was pounding into you for all you were worth while Chanyeol watched.

All three of you fell asleep (but not before kissing a little more and sucking bruises on discrete areas of skin) cuddled up with you in the middle.

You woke up the next morning to find your bed empty. They were nowhere to be found in your apartment either, but a note left on your kitchen counter apologized for leaving early but they were both called into work. Their numbers were also scrawled at the bottom of the page with the promise that all three of you were going to do this again soon.

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The weekend came and went faster than you’d thought it would. Monday morning meant you were back in your kindergarten class, listening to what your students did over their extended weekend. One little boy found out his mom was pregnant, one girl’s family went camping, and another saw a new superhero movie.

“What about you, Miss (Y/N)? What’d you do this weekend?”

Oh God.

THE END

#exo #exo smut #exo fanfiction #oh sehun #sehun #park chanyeol #chanyeol #nightclub au #smut #alternate universe

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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frost bite ; osh

word count: 6.7k

genre: smut/slight angst

warnings: vampire!sehun, well most of exo are vampires but we’re focusing on sehun here, slight blood kink, wax play, friends (almost) to lovers, character death

‘ in which everything changes when you get involved with the harte family’

**fic is cross posted on my ao3**

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Your family was sitting in the living room, something common once dinner and the dishes were done. The TV was on, meaning your family could afford to pay the bills this month. Some generic sitcom was on, not that you were paying attention. You were much too worried.

Your parents were struggling with money, situated beneath the poverty line. They could barely afford the heating required during the dead of winter. There was a an alleged solution, but it was less than favourable.

Rumour has it that the Harte family would be making an announcement between the mid afternoon to late evening, offering a solution to struggling families. The solution? Giving up the town's young women for a settlement.

Part of you doubted how credible the other girls in your town were, who used the family as their source of gossip. Despite your doubt, part of you was still on edge.

The Harte family was a group of vampires who lived in a large manor just outside of town. They weren't quite a family, as none of them were biologically related. Very few things were known about them. It was common knowledge that they were all men, reportedly handsome and always impeccably dressed, older than one hundred years old, and indeed feasted on human blood; preferring that of which belonged to young women.

Despite so little knowledge, they were universally feared.

Pretty much everything else known about them was rumor. Some would say the oldest would take and eat young children who went out to play at night as their tactic of making their kids behave. Some believed the family didn't exist at all, and was a hoax used by the government for some secret agenda. Many girls used them as personification of their fantasies; dreaming of the handsome men to sweep them from their undoubtedly boring lives.

Your mother noticed your uneasiness, and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. It was obvious she knew about the announcement, not that it was shocking.

In a town as small as yours, news travels fast. "(Y/N), you have nothing to worry about. Even if the Harte's are looking for young women, there are so many girls around here it's unlikely you'll be chosen."

"Your mother is right." Your dad said, obviously trying to be helpful, without looking up from the tv. You sighed. "Thanks mom. I really hope so."

Within five minutes, the sitcom your parents were watching began to mix with static. At first, you didn't think much of it. Television signals were often very weak.

But then an automated voice came on.

This is a public service announcement issued and paid for by the Harte family.

Dread sank into the pit of your stomach.

A handsome man's face appeared. "Good evening. My name is Kim Junmyeon. My family and I are looking for young women under the age of thirty with type O negative blood."

All colour drained from your face as the man spoke. O negative was your blood type.

"If you meet this description, please be in the town square at noon sharp tomorrow," He spoke, but you couldn't hear what he said next. Tears pooled in your eyes. You would have to leave your family, your friends, your life to die at the hands of vampires.

"However, if you think you can hide, We personally guarantee it won't end in your favour. We will find you and take you by force." A smile was on his lips as he spoke, a deep contrast from the words he was saying.

"To those who do apply, we thank you for your sacrifice. To the families, you will be awarded a monthly compensation for the sacrifice your daughters will make." With that, the announcement ended, the regularly scheduled programming continued.

Your mother turned to you, speechless. "(Y/N)," she said, trying to find anything comforting to say. By now, the hot tears were sliding down your cheeks. "I'm going to die, aren't I? That's why they need girls like me. I'm just food to them." While your parents wished they could say no, what you said was likely the case.

"That may not be the case. They live in a large house. Maybe they need maids?" Tears were in your mother's eyes too. She didn't want to face the facts. She pulled you into a tight hug.

Your father was never the emotional type, but he joined the hug, even shedding a few tears. "I don't want to go." You whispered. Despite the words of encouragement your parents tried to cheer you up with, you had already accepted your fate.

"I should probably go pack my things. Its getting late anyways." After saying your goodnights and giving them both a kiss on the cheek, you left go to your bedroom.

The tv was now off, leaving the house eerily silent. You were gathering clothes and books, packing them n your backpack you typically used for school. Once you felt it was late enough, you collapsed onto your bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, you pretended as if it were any other Saturday morning. You got up, ate breakfast, and took a shower. When you exited the bathroom, you heard your parents talking. Being curious, you paused and listened. "I can't believe (Y/N) has to go be with that terrible family." You father said.

You could practically hear your mother nodding. "Although, you must admit that the compensation will be helpful." As she spoke, you felt your heart sink.

Was this really what she was thinking about? Money?

He muttered in agreement. "That is true." You could feel your heart shattering at their words. Sure, money was tight, but did your parents really favour compensation over your life?

Sadness faded to anger. If they cared more about their finances, you didn't have to be around to hear it. Packing up any last minute belongings, you left the house without so much as a word to your mom and dad.

It was just past 11:30 am, meaning you had about a half an hour before someone from the Harte family would come for you. You walked around the town, saying your goodbyes to the town you called home.

Eventually you found yourself in the square, just a little after noon. There were no other girls around, just a tall man dressed in a suit standing in the shade. Dread filled the pit of your stomach.

At least with other girls in the manor, the men wouldn't have you as their only food source.

I gotta get out of here.

You didn't get very far, though. "You must our lucky lady." The man's voice caught you off guard, startling you a little. More like a lot, actually. Tall and beautifully intimidating, he could only be a member of the Harte family.

Standing in his presence, you began to panic. "Actually, I think you may have the wrong girl." His eyebrows knit together in confusion, but a knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

"Really? You're standing in a place where I'm supposed to meet a girl with O negative blood, under the age of thirty. Unless you've been frequenting the fountain of youth, you can't be thirty. As for your blood," he paused to lean into your neck, inhaling deeply and trailing his nose by your pulse.

"I could smell you from a mile away." Unsure of what to do, you ran in the opposite direction. He stood there for a moment, thinking how it was only fair to give you at least a brief head start.

This was a bad decision on your part. Regardless, you ran until your leg muscles began to tense up, ending up in a small wooded area just beyond town.

You tripped over an exposed tree root, twisting your ankle in the process. At this point, Sehun wasn't far behind, using the scent of your blood as a tracker. With your limited movement, you crawled and hid by the base of a tree.

Before you could even register what happened, Sehun had caged you against the tree with his strong arms. "That wasn't a good idea, was it?" Still taking in breaths, you shook your head. A look of satisfaction settled into his features, as he knew you wouldn't put up much of a fight.

It was silent. Your erratic heartbeat and breathing were the only sounds that could be heard. He had you under some sort of spell, causing you to involuntarily expose the flesh of your neck. Sehun's lips dragged over the sensitive area, searching for your pulse.

Gently kissing the area, you to gasped out. The gasp quickly turned to a scream, as you felt his fangs plunge into your skin. Cries of pain tumbled from your lips as he lapped up your blood.

You became light headed, on the verge of unconsciousness. Accepting your fate, your eyes began to close and your voice was silent. Right before the darkness came over you, Sehun was practically ripped away from you.

"Sehun, when I asked you to retrieve the girls who applied to the announcement, I expected you to simply bring her to the manor. Was that too much to ask?" You couldn't see very well, but you could see a familiar man scolding your attacker, who you now knew was named Sehun.

He sighed. "Sorry Junmyeon. In my defence, you did say that running wouldn't end in her favour. I think it's safe to say I delivered. Besides, I wanted to make sure she was actually O negative." You didn't need your complete vision to know that Junmyeon was pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Just pick her up and we'll go home. You've probably frightened the poor girl half to death."

Well. He wasn't wrong there.

You were lifted from your spot on the ground as if you weighed nothing more than a feather. Sehun slid on your backpack and carried you bridal style, ignoring the little bit of blood still dripping down your neck. He was struggling though.

Junmyeon tried to swipe up the dripping blood, but Sehun growled. "Don't touch her." He retreated, before running of towards the manor. Sehun followed suit, but a little quicker. By now, you were completely unconscious and leaning comfortably into his hold.

He couldn't help but admire how peaceful you looked. In the matter of a minute, Sehun arrived at the manor. His brothers were outside, all awaiting your arrival. When they saw your unconscious state, they collectively groaned.

It was safe to say nobody was surprised.

"You just had to ruin it, didn't you?" Baekhyun practically whined. Sehun didn't bother responding, as the grimace etched into his face said a thousand words.

And all of them were Fuck off.

The off-putting glare on Sehun's face didn't deter the rest of his brothers from firing as many questions as possible at your unconscious form.

"What's her name?"

"Is she the only one?"

"Why does Sehun get to touch her and I don't?"

Sehun became annoyed quickly. "In case you dipshits can't tell, she's unconscious. Back off and wait until she's awake before bombarding her with questions. I'm going to take her inside."

Nobody else could get a word in as Sehun hurried inside. He brought you up to his room, laying you down onto the bed. Blood was still slowly pouring from your wounds, so he lapped up the rest with his tongue and put a bandage on your neck.

He was going to leave, let you wake up on your own, but a thought occurred to him. If he left you, his brothers could very well come in. And the thought of his brothers with their filthy hands on you angered him.

Sehun didn't know what it was, but something about you was compelling. He didn't know much about you, but he felt like he needed to protect you.

To keep you all to himself.

Joining you on the bed, he pulled your comparably small form close. You were shivering, skin cold to the touch. Perhaps as cold as his. He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting one hand fall into your soft hair.

He sighed in contentment, breathing in your scent.

The sweet scent of life.

As tempted as he was to drink from you again, Sehun needed you to wake up. He felt it was only polite to talk with you a little before taking your blood once more.

Your breathing was calm, fanning across Sehun's chest. It seemed you were more asleep than unconscious. As much as he would've liked to sleep as well, that ability left him nearly a century ago.

He simply shut his eyes, and waited for you wake up.

•

You first came to live with the Harte family nearly a month and a half ago. They were interesting, to say the least. With immense speed, strength, and what you could only describe as hypnosis, each of the men used their powers to their advantages with their individual personalities.

Yixing was the oldest. He was lazy, often getting one of his younger brothers do things for him. He was also quite the pervert, and you frequently caught him staring at your ass or chest. Despite that, he was nice and could be gentlemanly at times, when he wasn't looking at your body or making an obscene comment.

Baekhyun was very childlike. You'd swear he was the youngest. He enjoyed candy, and had an overall youthful look to him. Appearances were deceiving, as he was very quick tempered, and would fight the others for your affection. What set him apart from the others was his motivation for doing so. Unlike Yixing, he didn't want anything physical, just your complete and undivided attention.

Junmyeon was the leader of the family. If they didn't have him, the household would completely fall apart. He was a peacemaker, stepping in if an argument got too heated. Similarly to Baekhyun, he didn't want anything physical from you, and treated you with the utmost respect.

Chanyeol was very protective of you. He was possessive, and sadistic. With him being almost a foot taller than you, he was terrifying. However, he was awkward in his approach, which brought a sense of comedic relief to his overall character.

Jongin was a bigger perv than Yixing, if that was possible. He talked a big game, but couldn't really act on any of his claims. He probably would get a lot further, if it weren't for his brothers. He was very handsy, with tendencies to try and kiss your neck at every opportunity.

Then there was Sehun. He was the youngest and quite possibly the scariest of the family. He was the most sadistic, possessive, aggressive, and violent of them all. Every time Yixing made a comment, every time Baekhyun would fight for your attention, every time Chanyeol would try too hard, Sehun would be there in an instant to make them back off.

It seemed as if Sehun really liked you. However, you convinced yourself that it was simply because he needed your blood more than his brothers did and it was easier to get your blood by being nice, rather than by force.

All that being said, you were very close with him. In fact, he had been the only one to feed from you since your arrival. Chanyeol had tried once, only to leave the ordeal with a sprained wrist, black eye, and a multitude of scratches on his face and chest.

Because of your "friendship" (if you could call it that), you weren't surprised when Sehun invited you to skate on the frozen over lake near the manor with him.

Being the dead of winter, any exposed water was frozen solid, a prime opportunity for you to practice some skating techniques. Before Sehun had even asked you about the excursion, leaving the manor and skating to your heart's content for hours on end was a regular pastime.

Before you had resided with the Harte family, attending the annual ice skating competition was the only thing feeding your competitive spirit. As soon as the ice froze over, any free time was dedicated to practice. And it had paid off greatly, winning you first place for the last three years.

Despite being held up in these unfortunate predicaments, ice skating was one thing you wished to hold onto the most. And to your surprise, a little obedience here and there goes a long way. Eventually earning you the reward of pristine figure skates, just before the lake completely froze over.

So like a normal person, you figured going out on the lake with Sehun would be a great opportunity to get some practice in.

The two of your made the lengthy journey to the lake, arriving just as the sun was setting. After strapping on the skates, you glided onto the ice with ease. To your surprise, so did Sehun. He must have taken notice of the look of disbelief on your face.

"Ha, you're not the only one who can skate well." Sehun boasted about his skills, being the cocky person he is.

You let this go on for a few more minutes to let him relish in his satisfaction. Clearly he wasn't aware of the annual skating competitions, and who exactly was winning them.

"Okay, I admit you're pretty good, for a vampire." You faked a sigh, as if being defeated by his skill.

"This isn't the only thing I'm good at dear." With a wink he continued to circle around you on the ice.

"Whatever your say, but I bet you can't do this." With the utmost grace, you took off at a high speed making long, skillful strides. Once at your desired speed, you lunged slightly on your left leg, using it to propel yourself into the air. Managing two complete rotations, you landed on your right leg and glided across the ice with ease. Arms extended at your sides, you completed a few more maneuvers, all while Sehun watched in awe.

Once satisfied with the little show, you skated back over him, making sure to spray him with snow as you stopped. "So, what did you think?"

"W-what the hell, since when can you do that?"

You chuckled lightly at his dumbfoundedness. "I don't know, maybe since the last three or so years."

"Well, sure you're good, but you'll never be as fast as me."

You cocked an eyebrow at his remark, using the your new found confidence to an advantage. "Care to bet on it?"

A smirk set widely across Sehun's face, "Gladly."

"Alright then, how 'bout a deal. I'll set a timer for one minute exactly. During that time frame, your goal is to catch me while I skate around the ice. The only exception, you can't use any powers, so that means no super speed or strength. Understand?" You leaned on the pick of your skate with crossed arms, surely he wouldn't be able to catch you without using his powers.

"Sounds good princess, now when I win, what's the reward?" Sehun casually skated around you, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know what makes you so sure of winning, but here's the rewards anyway. If I win, and you can't catch me before the minute is up, you aren't allowed to feed on me for a month."

He merely rolled his eyes in response, "Fair enough, go on."

"If you win, well..." To be honest, you hadn't really thought about him winning or not. "Okay, if you win, you're allowed to do whatever you want to me for twelve hours. Those are the rules, let's just get this started."

"After you (Y/N)." With that you skated off to the middle of the ice.

Here goes nothing I guess.

With the countdown for the timer hitting zero, the game had finally begun.

Sehun, with impeccable reaction time, immediately propelled himself forward in your direction. You had to admit he was pretty fast, but with your experience, you were ultimately faster.

Effortlessly dodging him, you skated in the opposite direction, earning a frustrated grunt from his part. He used this exact move a second time, to which you could evade oh so easily. Sehun furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, and it was only around 15 seconds into the game.

"Can't seem to catch me, huh?" You teased him as he slowly followed behind you. Without his powers, Sehun was no match for you.

"Don't get to cocky now princess, the game's not over yet." Whilst skating you took out the timer, holding it up to show that 30 seconds remained.

There's no way he's gonna win at this rate, right?

Your legs were slowly tiring, resulting in a slower pace. Not even a few seconds after you slowed down did Sehun have something to say.

"Oh, what's this? Is (Y/N) getting tired?" He chuckled lowly at your worn out form.

"What? No, just figured I would give you a chance seeming as to how bad you are at this." You attempted to control an exhausted sigh, not wanting to give him any satisfaction.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, look around you."

For a second you were confused as to what he meant, that was until you realized. Sehun had you cornered at the edges of the skating area. But he wasn't moving towards you, just idling a few meters away.

"Looks like someone's trapped, what are you gonna do now?" Sehun gave his signature smirk, as if he planned this all along.

You frantically tried to plan an escape as the timer ran out. Only ten seconds left and you were frozen in your spot. The only way out was to your right. With a burst of adrenaline, you lunged for the opening. For a second it seemed as if he had failed to catch you.

However that idea shattered as you felt a tight grip wrap around your wrist. And with a yank you were propelled backwards into the air, falling freely towards the hard ice beneath. But the impact never came, instead two strong arms enveloped themselves around your torso.

You slowly lifted your head in shock, only to see the cocky expression plastered on Sehun's face, his blonde hair covering it slightly. You felt frozen under his intense gaze, despite the timer on its final seconds. If he was to say something that sent shivers down your spine, his next words were most definitely it.

"I win."

•

It had been two weeks since Sehun had won your little skating challenge, and you thought he was ignoring you.

Scratch that. You knew he was ignoring you. You could tell by how he didn't swoop in when Jongin got too flirty or when Yixing would stare at your ass for more than five seconds.

So when he called you into his room one day, you didn't know what to expect. You knocked on his closed door, to which he said "Come in."

His bed was littered with papers and stationery, dimly lit with various candles. "I need help with this homework Junmyeon gave me." You sat down across from him. "What exactly is it?" You asked, looking over some of the papers.

"Novel studies. He's got me reading To Kill A Mockingbird and I have to answer some questions. I'm stuck on a lot of them."

You tried to look off the paper, but he wouldn't turn it towards you. "Sehun, I need to see the sheet." You leaned a little closer, but he held the sheet farther away. A brilliant idea popped into his head. "(Y/N), why don't you move a little closer to me?"

You did, but he didn't let you see the sheet. "A little closer." He said, a slight smirk on his lips. Once again, you did as he said. At this point, you were quite possibly as close as you could be.

It still wasn't enough though. Eventually, he just pulled you into his lap, causing the skirt on your dress to rise up ever so slightly. "Way better, don't you think?"

The question was rhetorical, so you didn't answer. "So, what exactly do you need help with?" You asked. While Sehun wasn't the most perverted brother in the Harte family, you could tell something was up.

Where you were seated was a dead giveaway.

He showed you the sheet, which was filled with questions. You had to give credit to Junmyeon for putting together such tough questions. You had studied the same novel in the last term of school before you came to the manor, and you still struggled a bit.

It took about an hour, but the two of you managed to get about three quarters of the way through the questions. "Wanna take a break? I know a fun game we can play."

Feeling like you had no choice to agree, you nodded. "What kind of game?" Sehun chuckled. "It's one Jongin showed me. Have you ever heard of a game called Fire Truck?"

You shook your head. Part of you was worried, as you knew the game couldn't be all that innocent, since it was something Jongin has told Sehun about.

"It's simple. I am the fire truck." He placed his hand on the top of you knee. "My hand starts here. It'll slowly move upwards. When you get even the slightest bit uncomfortable, you say red light. Understand?"

The game seemed simple enough. Part of you still worried about Sehun's intentions with the game, but you quite literally were in a position where you couldn't refuse. "I understand."

With that, the game started. Slowly but surely, his hand was creeping up your leg. With each centimetre he moved, your breathing became more irregular. He noticed, and decided to take it a step further by digging the pads of his fingers into the skin softly.

Once he was a little over halfway up your thigh, you had reached your limit. "Red light." You blurted out. Sehun's hand stopped, but it didn't leave your leg. He chuckled a little bit. "But you see (Y/N), firetrucks don't stop for red lights."

As that was said, his hand continued its path up your thigh. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

"Whether you like it or not, the twelve hours starts now." You had no opportunity to respond, let alone react. He had you underneath him and pinned down in a position from which you couldn't escape.

His hands slid across the bare skin of your thighs. He squeezed the area, digging his fingertips into the supple flesh. They alternated between squeezing and massaging, focusing on your innermost thigh.

The sensations caused you to raise your hips, allowing them to meet with his. Sehun took it as the opportunity roll your body against his, keeping you steady by moving his tight grip from your thighs to just above the hipbones.

It wasn't unlike him to be rough with his actions, and this was no exception. You could feel bruises forming beneath where his fingers harshly stroked bare skin.

Soft whimpers were the only sounds you could manage to make. He smirked, obviously foreseeing all of this when he called you into his room an hour ago.

You rolled on top of him while he was off guard, looking for a more comfortable position. His lips met yours immediately after you found your place in his lap, practically sucking the air out of them.

The kiss was hungry and intense, making it seemed as if Sehun was releasing some kind of pent up urge. Your hands found themselves in his hair and his were around your midsection.

Sehun's incisors dragged at your lower lip, following his tongue. The surprising action caused you to involuntarily jerk your hips forwards. It made his arousal evident, as you could feel him hardening beneath your body.

Access was granted, and he didn't hesitate at all to allow his tongue to dominate yours.

It wasn't long before hands left their original positions to tug away at clothing. You were soon stripped of your dress and the buttons on Sehun's shirt popped away to reveal toned abdominal muscles.

Now having a new area to explore, Sehun's lips left your own to kiss the exposed tops of your breasts. Love bites were strewn across your chest and collarbones, along with fang scratches.

Your bra joined the growing pile of clothing. Sehun wasted no time in bringing one of your breasts to his mouth, rolling his hot tongue against your nipple. Taking it a step further, he even dragged the tip of his sharpest tooth across your sensitive flesh.

He alternated between licking and sucking both breasts, you couldn't even think of holding back your moans.

Sehun pulled away finally, leaving a strand of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. An involuntary whine of need left your mouth, which left a smirk on Sehun's face. He admired your body and all the lasting impressions left on your skin.

You were catching your breath, an overwhelming feeling of heat spreading throughout your core. Unsure of what to do with you next, Sehun's eyes travelled around the room until landing on the collection of red candles on his bedside table.

His smirk turned devilish as he slid you underneath him and plucked one of the longer candles. Droplets of wax were steadily dripping from the tip, cooling halfway down. He carefully brought it over, ensuring that none of the liquified wax spilt onto the bed.

You were too dazed to even bother thinking about what he was doing, a gasp of shock left your lips when the first drop landed on your skin. A brief sting of pain spread across the skin as it landed on your collarbone.

He tilted it slightly, allowing more and more drops of the red wax to spill onto your marked skin. The splashes of heat were oddly pleasurable, and you found yourself gripping at Sehun's thighs every time one fell.

Once your chest was coated in enough wax droplets to his liking, he used his sharpest tooth to break them off. Each droplet left a slight red tint to the skin, although it very well could have been a burn.

The rest of his clothes, along with yours, were discarded to the floor.

He had you in his lap again, your back against his chest. His lips ghosted across the most sensitive part of your neck. Your breath was heavy, and the was his tip teased your entrance didn't help.

Without warning, he thrust his length to the hilt. You let out a small shriek of pain and surprise. Sehun graciously gave you a few seconds to adjust. Those few seconds were cut short, as he lifted you by your waist and lowered you back down onto him.

Pain slowly turned tingles of pleasure. You moaned audibly and circled your hips, sending a new form of pleasure to spread throughout your body. "Fuck!" Sehun growled, thrusting up into your tightness.

He guided your hips, angling your body ever-so-slightly, so he could reach as deep as possible. The lewd sounds of skin on skin mixed with his growls and your moans were definitely not silent, meaning that there was a good chance the rest of the family could hear.

That didn't stop either of you, though. Your noises motivated Sehun to continue, thrusting at an inhuman speed.

His hands traveled along your body, stopping to grope your breast or grip your hips tightly.

You were beginning to reach your limit. Your voice became breathier, and your hip movements became slower. Sehun guided your body, hitting where you needed it as your got closer and closer to the edge.

Right as you climaxed, his fangs plunged into your jugular. Your last few moans turned quickly into cries of pain. He had fed from you many times before, but never had his fangs go that deep.

Your blood tasted so sweet to him, especially since it was post orgasm. Everytime he ran his tongue along the bites, your cries turned into louder shrieks.

Sehun made sure not one drop was spilled, especially since the sheets were pure white. His pupils were blown, his deep brown iris tinted with crimson.

It got to the point where you couldn't scream, couldn't breathe. You lost the feeling and circulation in your limbs. He had no idea you were slowly dying.

So caught up in what what he was doing, Sehun didn't realize when your pulse began to fade and your body went cold.

When your blood flow began to dwindle, Sehun pulled away to find your body limp and heart unbeating. He placed his head near your chest, trying to find signs of breath and panicking when he couldn't.

He needed to get you help. He left your body on the mattress, covering you with a thin sheet. In a frenzy, he quickly got dressed, resulting in him running out his bedroom door without doing up the zipper on his pants and doing the wrong buttons.

Footsteps echoed through the hallway just beyond the door. He poked his head out the door, relieved to see Junmyeon. "Hey, I'm having a bit of an issue. Do you mind helping me?"

All this came out in a frenzied panic, with Junmyeon just barely understanding what he said and Sehun failing to notice that Yixing was standing there too.

Junmyeon safely assumed that Sehun needed some help with his homework, which the younger one received only hours ago. Upon entering his room, he and Yixing were met with the sight of strewn about papers and hardened drops of wax all along the floor near the bed, not to mention a lump under his sheet that looked vaguely like your body.

Sehun looked on edge, a little nervous too. "What did you do?" Junmyeon asked, eyes scanning your lifeless form under the blanket. "Well, (Y/N) was in here, and things got a little carried away." He was obviously a little uncomfortable with the conversation, the way he scratched at the back of his neck being a tell-tale sign.

Wanting to investigate a little further, Junmyeon removed a portion of the sheet. It wasn't much, just enough to assess the damage. Yixing, on the other hand, wanted to assess your form from under the sheet.

His eyes wandered, trying to make out whether any ripple under the blanket was a curve of your body or just an illusion from the sheet. Sehun trusted that Junmyeon wouldn't overstep his boundaries, but Yixing not so much.

When he got a little too close for Sehun's liking, he made sure it was known. "Yixing, back the fuck away from her, she's mine." That last part came out more as a growl than anything, leaving Yixing smirking slightly.

"Not even a little peek?" He crooned in an amused tone, leaving Sehun with a scowl and clenched fists.

Being the peacemaker he was, Junmyeon quickly stepped in. "Please listen to Sehun, he's not in a good frame of mind right now and the last thing I need is to bandage the both of you up. We have something more important to deal with right now."

There was nothing else Yixing could say, nothing that would end in his favour anyways. Instead, he stepped back and let Junmyeon do what he needed. "Sehun, I'm going move the sheet a little so I can see what happened. Is that alright?"

He nodded, watching carefully as Junmyeon pulled the sheet back, revealing your neck and collarbones. He stopped before your breasts were exposed, but he didn't need to see them to know what Sehun did.

The visible areas of skin were bruised and scratched terribly. The red marks from the wax was mostly faded, but some remained. Your eyes looked as if you had cried, evidence being your damp cheeks.

Junmyeon ran his fingers along the bites, feeling their depth. "You killed her, Sehun."

While he obviously knew that, he didn't want to admit it. A wave of emotion spread through him, but he wouldn't let it show. "There's nothing we can do to save her?" There was an eerily silent moment, before Junmyeon broke the silence.

"There is a chance she turns."

More eerie silence.

"Seriously?" Yixing asked, who had surprisingly been standing there quietly for the last few minutes. Junmyeon nodded. "Sehun bit her deeply, and she's practically drained. If I'm thinking correctly, because I haven't turned someone in a long time, she should turn."

Something spread through Sehun. Perhaps it was excitement. "Junmyeon, you and Yixing wait outside. I'll get (Y/N) dressed." While Junmyeon headed to the door without protest, Yixing stuck around. "I'm going to help you dress (Y/N)."

An unimpressed look spread across Sehun's face as his brother smirked. "No you won't. Get the hell out of my room." It took a few moments of bickering before Yixing was practically thrown out of the room and the door was shut.

Sehun gathered your undergarments and dress, dropping them on the bed beside your body. Before re-dressing you, he gathered the discarded work papers and threw away any bits of wax by throwing them into a wastebasket.

The bed was made. He opened a window to clear away the scent of sex. Candles were relit, and the curtains were drawn. The room looked the same as when you entered, maybe just a little neater.

Your body was reclothed and briefly cleaned with a warm, damp cloth. He took a blazer of his and slid it on your shoulders. While your dress' neckline covered a good portion of your chest, the blazer crossed over to cover the remainder.

The only visible marks were your bites, curtained by your soft hair.

Sehun stroked your cold cheek, hoping you'd awaken soon. You looked so peaceful, similarly to your first day at the manor. He kissed your cheek, before stepping outside his room to meet his brothers.

They were murmuring amongst themselves, trying to figure out what was going on. Junmyeon and Yixing were playing dumb with the rest of them, as per Sehun's request. He was met with a hailstorm of questions, to which he remained silent.

Sehun didn't respond, but instead opened the bedroom door. The boys saw your still body, and quickly began to pick up on what happened. Not that it took geniuses to figure that out, but your pale skin and the visible bites were tell-tale signs.

"What exactly happened?" Chanyeol asked Sehun, who's eyes were fixed on your body to detect any movement. "I got a little carried away."

Chanyeol wanted to retort with a sassy comeback, but Yixing's hand on his shoulder told him not to.

Baekhyun grasped your hand, feeling for even the faintest sign of a pulse. "Is she gone?" He asked no one in particular. Junmyeon reassured that you should turn and it was a matter of time before you awoke.

Speculation was made as to what lead up to your death, but it wasn't long before it was revealed. Jongin moved the blazer, revealing some of the bruises on your skin. "Sehun?" he asked, causing the youngest to turn around.

"You're not slick." The blazer was moved even more, revealing more and more of the abused skin. "What the hell?" Chanyeol boomed, startling Baekhyun a little bit.

While Yixing already knew of Sehun's actions, he wanted to get in on the yelling. Soon enough, the four were yelling at each other, with Jongin claiming he had dibs and Sehun saying that he had no chance.

In the midst of this all, your eyelid began to flutter. Baekhyun, who had been standing by the bed, was the first to notice. He tried to alert Junmyeon, but he was trying to break up the argument between the four.

It took several minutes of Baekhyun shouting before Sehun paid attention to him. Before he could finish speaking, your eyes were open and you were sitting up on the mattress.

Chanyeol, Yixing and Jongin were still bickering, obviously not aware of your conscious state. "What's going on?" You asked Sehun, who simply smiled.

"Welcome to the family, (Y/N)."

THE END

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo smut #oh sehun #sehun fanfic #sehun fanfiction #byun baekhyun #kim junmyeon #kim jongin #zhang yixing #park chanyeol #vampire #alternate universe

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aesthetixallyexo · 6 years ago

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kitten ; bbh

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + angst

warnings: fuckboy!baekhyun, hand cuffs, enemies (kinda) to lovers, one night stand

‘in which byun baekhyun vows you'll be his. fat chance.’

** fic is cross-posted on my ao3 **

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Byun Baekhyun was many things. A playboy? Yep. A tool? Nailed it? An asshole who couldn’t take no for an answer?

Bingo.

He had a reputation for being good in bed that meant horny girls all over campus worshipped him like some perverted god. One can only imagine what that’d do to his ego. If he wanted something (or someone), he wouldn’t rest until they were bowing at his feet and in between his sheets.

When you found out he had you labeled as his next conquest, you knew he wouldn’t rest until you were just another notch on his bedpost. You tried telling yourself and him that it’d never happen. No matter how intriguing you found him to be, you weren’t going to do it. You refused to be one of those disposable girls he fucked and never called again. Perhaps you were trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t fall victim to his charms.

Each time you pushed him away, rolled your eyes at the nicknames, and tried to get in through his seemingly very thick skull that you weren’t interested , he’d only laugh it off like the entitled ass he was.

After months of this, it was like he turned over a new leaf (almost). Yes, the same nicknames-and-flirting schtick applied, but it seemed like he was making more of an effort to be good. He’d ask about your day, bring up the paper every Sunday, and even occasionally offer to give you rides home.

While seemingly nice on the outside, it all seemed fake; just a ploy to get in your pants and nothing more.

As intriguing and handsome as he is, I will not sleep with Byun Baekhyun. Hell, I won’t even engage with him. His kindness isn’t real.

Your Friday had gone to shit. Two binders broke, you failed your big chemistry test, lost your bus pass and had a pretty bad argument with your best friend. Walking home would be pretty nice after a day like that, giving you time to be alone with your thoughts and destress.

Too bad an uncalled for rainstorm started shortly after the final bell rang. It wasn’t light sprinkling or anything mild. No, it was a full on torrential downpour with raindrops that hurt when they bounced off your skin.

On top of all that, you had on a white shirt and a black bra with no jacket. Who the hell needs a jacket when the forecast calls for mild late spring-early summer temperatures and no rain?

You trudged home and tried really hard not to think about how sad you must’ve looked while walking. Apparently you were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear a car pull up beside you.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” The driver’s voice called out to you, but you couldn’t hear it. The rain was too loud. They tried again, but to no avail.

“Kitten!” And now you finally heard it. There was only one person who called you ‘kitten’. That person was quite possibly the last person you wanted to see in the state you were currently in.

Swallowing your pride, you stopped and walked up to the rolled down passenger side window. “What do you want, Baekhyun?” Your voice might have been unintentionally venomous when you said that, but you weren’t exactly in the best mood.

“You look miserable, let me drive you home.” His offer was tempting, since the car was warm and dry while you were, well, not. That being said, did you really want to be in his car? “That’s very nice of you, but I think I’m fine.”

You caught him staring at your breasts through your shirt and you crossed your arms. “I can’t let you walk home in the rain, you’ll get sick.” You kept telling him no, but he wouldn’t listen. Opening your mouth to protest, you didn’t get very far before he cut you off.

“Kitten, I’m giving you two options. One, you get in my car willingly so I can drive us home. Two, I’ll physically put you in my car so I can drive us home. You have ten seconds to pick.”

That didn’t leave you with much choice. Quite frankly, you were too tired to keep fighting him on this. You started walking towards the car and you almost swore you heard him mutter ‘good girl’. Your mind flashed with the perverse connotations the words held and what you were getting yourself into but you tried not to think about it.

You were thankful the ride was silent safe for the raindrops pelting the windshield and roof. Baekhyun’s hands were tight on the wheel as he drove, eyes dark and watching the road. You took the opportunity to admire his handsome face while he was focused on the road so he wouldn’t say anything dumb.

Judging by your surroundings, it seemed like you’d be home in about ten minutes. Maybe you’d be home in one piece after all. You realized you spoke too soon when the his hand left the wheel and was steadily creeping up your thigh.

A small squeak of surprise involuntarily passed your lips. Baekhyun prayed a silent prayer to whoever invented school uniform skirts as the pads of his fingers started tracing spirals up the inside of your thigh. They were getting dangerously close to your underwear, and you were holding your breath to keep down whatever moan was building up in your throat.

Everything came out when you felt the very tip of his middle finger drag over your clothed clit. It was absolute music to his ears. He did it again, and you moaned even louder. You ignored the little voice in your mind that was telling you to stop this , to get out of the car , to close your legs .

To end this before it goes too far.

It all just felt to good, but you needed more. Your hips even bucked against his hand a little bit, and he sucked in a large quantity of air as if he were trying not to moan himself.

His fingertips danced around the skin between your crotch and the band of your panties. They constantly threatened to slip underneath the fabric and you hoped they finally would.

But then his fingers were gone. The car stopped and it was parked in front of the apartment building. “You might want to get out here, I have to bring my car around the back.”

You weren’t sure what was happening. Byun Baekhyun, the infamous playboy who had been trying to get into your pants for the better part of year had you all alone.

And that was it?

You scrambled to grab your bag and Baekhyun dropped a sweater into your lap. “Put it on so you don’t get all wet.” You didn’t want to think about why he was giving it to you or when you were going to give it back, you just put it on and ran to the building’s front door.

“Thanks for the ride!” You called out to him. “It was my pleasure, kitten!” Cringing at the name and the smirk on his face, you hurried inside and up the stairs to your apartment. Your mind still hadn’t completely wrapped around what had gone down in the car, or why he just let you go like that.

You tried to push all that had happened from your mind in favour of enjoying your evening. But something wouldn’t let you. If the drive was longer, would he have gone further? Would you actually have sex with him?

Why were you okay with it? And why did you want more?

The night went on as usual; you did homework, ate dinner and got ready for bed. You were still thinking about him but told your mind to shut up so you could sleep. Baekhyun’s hoodie was laid out on your dresser so you’d remember to give it back.

Your apartment was oddly cold (you blamed the old building and landlord neglecting to fix it) and you were shivering in your bed. Other hoodies in the wash, you reluctantly got out of bed to put on Baekhyun’s. It was really soft and you were sure he wouldn’t mind you wearing it again.

Sleep eventually found you to the pitter patter of rain after what felt like hours of tossing and turning in your sheets. It was a shame you awoke startled to the sound of a thunderclap and a loud ring.

That sound meant the power was out. Despite your age, you were terrified by the dark and still slept with a nightlight. You tried to find a flashlight in your apartment while guided by the filtered street lights outside to no avail.

You were wide awake now and there was little chance of you falling asleep now. An idea popped into your head, and it was a little crazy. You grabbed your phone and keys before leaving your apartment.

There was slightly more light in the hall then there was in your place. The dull fluorescent lights above constantly flickered as you turned down the hall and stood in front of the door. They seemed to go completely out with every boom of thunder. Glancing at your phone’s screen, you saw that it was close to one in the morning.

This is a bad idea, a very, very bad-

You knocked on the door. It took a few seconds before you heard any activity on the other side but surely there were footsteps walking close to the door.

“Kitten?” A very sleepy looking (and sounding) Baekhyun asked, as if he believed this was a dream and you were a figment of his imagination. There that nickname was again, but you ignored it. “I know it’s late and I’m really sorry, but the power is out and I’m afraid of the dark and storms-”

Your rambling stopped when you noticed what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn’t. Grey sweats loose enough on his hips to show off the waistband of his underwear and a bathrobe loosely tied around him in such a way that his toned chest and abdomen were visible.

He noticed you staring. “Come in. I might just have a spare.” Baekhyun made way just enough room for you to go in, but you managed to brush against his bare chest. The door was locked behind you, indicating that you weren’t leaving this apartment anytime soon.

Baekhyun was gone for a minute and a half before returning to the front door empty handed. Given the look on his face, you knew he could see through your shameless facade, no matter how much truth there was to it. He waited until you were right in front of each other before speaking again.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t find a flashlight.”

Less than half a foot away.

“So you can’t help me out?”

A couple of inches.

“Who said I couldn’t?”

Mere centimetres. You noticed Baekhyun staring down at your lips.

“Does this mean you’re going to kiss me?”

And he did. With enough force to hit your head back against the door. You ignored your throbbing skull in favour of kissing him back with as much ferocity as he was kissing you.

His hands were under under your (his) hoodie. Your arms were around his neck. God, he knew how to kiss. You felt like you were under a trance of some sort.

Your lips were red and swollen, eyes a little glazed over when you pulled away. The tension in the room was at an all time high, so much so that you could cut through it with a knife.

“So,” Baekhyun broke the silence. “You’re welcome to stay the night if you really want. We can share my bed or you can take the couch.”

You considered your options. The couch was fine and all, but you didn’t come here to sleep alone. If you took the couch now, you could join him later.

Make him wait a little longer.

“I think I’ll take the couch.” He seemed a little surprised that you were taking the couch at first, but he soon realized what you were doing.

“Alright then. Sweet dreams, (Y/N).” He chuckle a little bit, before stumbling back off to his room. You put your phone and keys on the coffee table before curling up under a blanket.

The air conditioning was outwith the rest of the power, making it far too hot in the apartment. You took off Baekhyun's hoodie and tried to fall back asleep. And with your luck, the storm picked back up and startled you awake.

That was your cue. Getting up from the couch, you very carefully crept into Baekhyun’s bedroom. He was fast asleep and snoring a little bit. You crawled in beside him, and he unconsciously pulled you close to him.

He wasn’t wearing his robe anymore, leaving your head resting on his bare chest. It was to Baekhyun’s heartbeat was almost loud enough to drown out the storm. Your hands were clammy and pressed against his chest.

“I knew you’d join me eventually, kitten. You know that I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time now. Now that you’re in my arms, in my bed-I’m sure you also know that I’m not going to keep my hands to myself tonight.”

The smirk was evident in his tone. You didn’t even need to look at him to see it. “Good night, Baekhyun.”

You closed your eyes, sighing out to show him you were going to fall asleep. He didn’t say anything else, rubbing your hair to lull you to sleep. Eventually he was asleep too, which you couldn’t believe. It was far too hot under the blanket, mixed with his body heat.

Solution: Taking your pants off. It was either that or your shirt, and there wasn’t a bra underneath. Your pyjama pants were the lesser of the two evils. Besides, would Baekhyun really mind?

“Damn, kitten. I knew I’d have you stripping at one point tonight, who knew it’d be this easy?” He mumbled huskily. Baekhyun’s voice startled you. You were under the impression he was sleeping, after all.

“You know damn well it’s hot in here, and that’s why. If you wanted to take your pants off too, I wouldn’t care.” Of course he peaked up at that remark.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Consider it a jury duty notice for all I care. It’s far too hot in here to argue with you right now.”

There was a cheeky look on his face. “I could give you a reason to feel hot.”

Dear Lord, this evening was going to kill you.

You got back in bed and straddled his hips. “You know why I’m here. I know why I’m here. Why beat around the goddamn bush?” Baekhyun seemed a little surprised at how forward you were.

“Say the word, kitten. Say the word and I’ll give you what we both want. But I’m incapable of stopping myself. And I won’t stop until you’re begging for mercy.”

You knew he wanted to have the upper hand in all of this. “And what makes you think you’re that good?” His eyebrow cocked at that remark. “You came back to me after what happened in the car, didn’t you?”

Fair point.

“Alright then. Byun Baekhyun, you want to rock my world? Go right ahead.”

Characteristic smirk on his lips, he grabbed you by the chin and kissed you again. No formalities this time around. His tongue darted out and lapped at your bottom lip, to which you granted him access.

Tongues dancing around each other, you felt his hands drag down your back and sliding under your shirt to start pulling it off. It inevitably broke the kiss when it made its way over your head and with the other clothes on the floor.

Baekhyun’s hands came to start playing with your breasts, thumbs rubbing your nipples in a way that had you throwing your head back. Small moans continuously passed your lips and they encouraged him to keep going.

He changed the position so you were underneath him and your wrists were held down above your head. Hickies were sucked onto your chest and all across the swell of your breasts. You moaned especially loud when his teeth grazed your nipple and even louder when his mouth latched on.

“Nhhn, fuck-” You muttered. Your hips bucked up against his, delighted to feel his hard-on against your thigh. Baekhyun abandoned your chest in favour of letting go of your wrists and kissing his way down your body.

He kissed all down your ribs and stomach, but he stopped where you wanted him most. Thumbs ducking underneath the waistband of your panties, he looked up you with a sick sense of amusement while he tugged them down your ankles.

“We’re going to play a fun game, kitten. I’m going to tell you a story. While I tell it, you can’t move from the neck down. No touching me and no touching yourself.”

He got off the bed, digging in his nightstand to find something. You couldn’t quite see them in the minimal light from the street lights outside. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that they were a pair of silver handcuffs. Just the sound of them clinking sent shivers down your spine.

“These are just...special reinforcement. Sit up kitten, the game is about to begin.” You weren’t sure how you felt about the cuffs. You put your hands behind your back and he made sure they were locked, he whispered something in your ear. “Say ‘red’ if you want to stop and I’ll uncuff you.”

You nodded and him and he shot you a wink. “Now, back up against the headboard and spread your legs.” He ordered and you obeyed. Baekhyun was sitting before you, admiring the view between your legs and stroking your thighs to rile you up.

“The first time I ever laid eyes on you was by chance, my dear kitten. I was getting out of my car one night, and I just so happened to look through your window,” His voice was barely a mutter but it somehow overpowered the rain and thunder.

His hands left and starting nibbling marks on your thighs. “You were just so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stare. I’d seen you around you school before, but we’d never talked. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.”

Your breath was getting shallower by the second in anticipation. Baekhyun placed a few kisses across your folds before continuing on with his story. “It looked like you were getting ready for bed. There you were, kitten. Blinds open to the world and getting undressed. God, couldn’t believe what I was seeing.”

He finally licked a broad stripe up your pussy and you mewled. More and more, his tongue threatened to penetrate you but never did. Your clit ached in neglect as he worked on teaching your entrance. Eventually his lips wrapped around the nub and sucked hard.

You tried so hard not to buck your hips and to keep still. “You unbuttoned you shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then went your skirt. Kitten, seeing you in your knee highs and panties just about killed me.”

A long whine left your lips. Baekhyun knew exactly what telling you this story was doing to you. You were so worked up, and he was proud that you still hadn’t moved.

“Your bra and panties were gone and I had to pinch myself. I honestly thought I was dreaming, looking at your body. Ever since that day, I knew you had to be mine. Who knew it’d be your accidental strip tease that’d do it?”

He went back to work, diving to lap at your arousal again and thrust his tongue inside you. Pleas to go faster, to keep going and let you cum tumbled from your lips. Baekhyun complied, focusing everything he had on your clit.

You cried out, chest heaving with breath and your thighs quaking with need. “Fuck, you taste good. C’mon kitten, purr for me.” He practically growled against your clit. Your orgasm was just barely in reach, so close you could almost taste it-

And then he stopped.

Baekhyun was getting up to retrieve the handcuff keys. You were still shaking a little, whining at the loss of contact. He chuckled at your reaction while he unlocked your restraints.

The second you were free, you pulled him back onto the bed and kissed him fiercely. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue but you didn’t care.

Your hand migrated down to his waistband, ducking your hand into his boxers and grabbing his erection. Just your sheer touch left him groaning and itching to get out of his sweatpants.

Baekhyun was rocking his hips into your hand as your jerked him off. “Fuc-faster!” He moaned into your mouth, needing the relief from being neglected. If you kept this up, he’d cum too early but he didn’t want you to stop.

You stopped to take his pants off but he took the opportunity to pin you down again. He plucked a condom off his nightstand and rolled it on.

“Are you ready. kitten?” You croaked out a ‘yeah’ and he guided his cock to your heat. Coating himself in your arousal, he looked into your glassy eyes while he thrust in.

His hips were pressed flush against yours. The stretch of his cock inside you felt oh so good. He was so deep, you found yourself clenching tightly around him. “Kitten…” He groaned, resisting the urge to start moving right away.

“P-please move.” You eventually whimpered, needing the same friction he craved. He started rolling his hips into you slowly, gauging your reaction as to not hurt you.

You tried moving your hips in tune with his, but he stopped all together. “Do you want more?” He asked, voice all too teasing. Nodding profusely, he lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and thrusting harder.

The slight change in position pushed him deeper inside of you and he was nestled up against your g spot. Neither of you were bound to last for very long, but you were going to hold it for as long as you could.

His hands slid underneath your ass and gripped it for leverage. Your every nerve in your body felt like they were on fire. Baekhyun was fucking you like his life depended on it, grunting and groaning while muttering about how good you felt around him.

Lightning crackled furiously in the sky and thunder boomed but you couldn't be bothered to care. “You gonna come, kitten? You gonna come on my cock?” You nodded furiously, sobs of pleasure taking any verbal response from you.

You came with a long cry and clenched hard around Baekhyun. He came seconds later with your name on his tongue and a few more hard thrusts. Taking a few seconds to regain composure and he pulled out and threw out the used condom.

Fatigue set deep in your bones. Baekhyun lied down next to you and pulled you close to him as sleep started to take you. The last thing you remember was the kiss he placed on your forehead and him muttering ‘sleep well, kitten’.

You woke up the next morning to sunlight filtering in a bedroom that wasn’t yours. Baekhyun was spooned up against you, still fast asleep. Handcuffs on the nightstand and the clothes strewn about on the floor brought memories from last night flowing back.

You had sex with Byun Baekhyun.

The one thing you vowed not to do had been done. Dear God, this was a big mistake, you should’ve never slept with him. Your heat of the moment decision filled you with regret. It spread through your body and you knew you needed to leave before he woke up. You had no idea how you’d handle seeing him when he wakes up and you needed time to figure it out.

So you left. You shimmied out of his grasp and slid a pillow under his arm in your place. He (thankfully) didn’t seem to notice the change. You got dressed and grabbed your things before slipping out of the apartment. You didn’t stop until you were back in your own home, behind the locked door and away from him.

You immediately headed to the bathroom, getting undressed and assessing the damage from last night. There were hickies all over your chest and thighs. Quite frankly, it looked like you were attacked by some animal. Sighing, you hopped in the shower and tried so desperately tried to wash the regret away.

While it made you feel a little better, the deed had been done and there was nothing that could be done about it. No amount of body wash could turn back time.

By the time you got out, it was only eight am, which was uncharacteristically early for you to be awake on a Saturday. You tossed your clothes from the night before into your hamper and fell asleep in your own bed.

Meanwhile, Baekhyun was just waking up. He muttered some sweet nothings in what he thought was your ear, only to find that you weren’t in his arms. He checked the bathroom, kitchen, living room, everywhere. Your phone and keys weren’t on the table; you were actually gone.

This wasn’t how he wanted things to go. If it were up to him, he would’ve woken up with you in his bed and arms. He would’ve made breakfast as you woke up. Oh, how he wished you sit you on his countertop while he cooked, your heated skin against the cold marble while he kissed you again and again.

Perhaps if he were really lucky, you’d hurry off to the bedroom again to relive the night before.

But alas, it was all a fantasy. He was alone, fist pounding into the wall for letting you go before you could see how he’d turned over a new leaf. No more hookups for the hell of it and no more ‘playboy’ image.

Baekhyun wanted to talk about last night and what transpired before, but did you want to talk to him? There was a reason you left, after all. For all he knew, last night was simply long overdue relief from the sexual tension building up over the last little while or a test to his infamous reputation.

He didn’t want to cross any lines, so he decided it would be for the best if he gave you your space.

It was official. You believed you had become the very thing you vowed to never be; yet another one of Byun Baekhyun’s disposable girls. You swore he was avoiding you like the plague. There was no more of his flirting and nickname shtick you had become so accustomed to. Part of you, dare you say it, missed it?

Everything was just so confusing, you didn’t know how to feel. It was bad enough being ignored on the daily, the last thing you needed was a headache from thinking about it too much. It was getting late anyways, you probably should head to bed.

You started getting undressed and finding new pyjamas to wear. An abrupt knock on your front door stopped you for a moment. Who the hell could it be at this hour? “Hold on, I’ll be there in just a sec!” You pulled on a change of panties before whoever it was behind the door knocked again.

Whoever it was, they’d have to deal with you being half dressed. Baekhyun’s hoodie was folded on your dresser, so you decided that it’d have to do. It was like a short dress on you anyways.

Pulling it on, you ran to the door to answer it. Whoever it was on the other end pushed their way inside your apartment and shut it behind them.

“Baekhyun? What the fuck are you doing?” You asked. He didn’t answer, instead walking further into apartment. He stopped in your bedroom, looking out your bedroom window and closing your blinds.

You had changed again with the blinds open. And he was watching.

“I guess you forgot about your little strip tease, huh?” He muttered, turning to face you. “So I changed with my blinds open again. Big deal.” You said, wondering where the hell he was going with this.

“No. We haven’t talked since that night. The thing that brought you into my life just happened while we aren’t speaking. Is it fate?”

Fate?

You ran your fingers through your hair. “I don’t think so. Besides, what makes you think I wanna talk? Here’s a hint, most girls don’t like being ignored for weeks after you fuck them.” Maybe your words were a little harsh but you were frustrated.

“You’re the one who left before I woke up. Trust me (Y/N), things would’ve gone differently if it were up to me.”

“Oh really? Enlighten me then.”

“I wanted to wake up and find you still there, for starters. I wanted to make you breakfast and kiss you on the countertop when you woke up. You wouldn’t have just been a one night stand, either. You know I’m not exactly the best with feelings and when I woke up with you gone, I thought you hated me. I thought you wanted space. I really like you, (Y/N).”

Wait a second.

Byun Baekhyun, resident playboy and bonafide tool, had a crush on you?

Part of you felt inexplicably guilty for regretting what happened that night as much as you did. You only regretted it because you thought you were another one of his disposable girls. Now that you found out his true intention, you had an apology to make.

“Baek-” You started, still unsure of what you were actually gonna say to him. He cut you off with a kiss. It was nothing like the first one; this was sweet and passionate.

After a few minutes, he pulled away and just looked into your eyes. “I’m sorry if you felt like I just tossed you aside.”

You apologized for everything. For the assumptions and for running off that morning. He kissed you again, just as sweet as before but with a little more lust behind it. The kiss was broken momentarily and Baekhyun muttered a few words against your lips.

“C’mon kitten, purr for me.”

THE END

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