#exo drabble

[baekhyunsbestie]

study sesh.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | nerd!baekhyun x f!reader, wc: 850 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

you really thought you’d have to teach him.

baekhyun, with his circle glasses and soft sweaters, always scribbling something in that little notebook of his. the boy who stammered over his own name the first time you complimented him. who flinched when your knees brushed under the library table, cheeks flushing like your skin was too electric to touch.

you’d watch him push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with that absent little gesture, eyes darting everywhere but yours, and you thought—yeah. you’d be the one to take the lead when things finally escalated.

he was cute, painfully so. the kind of shy that made your stomach twist with the urge to tease. you never expected him to have bite.

you’d imagined it all—how you’d guide his hands, whisper where and how to touch you, gently show him what you liked.

but now?

now you were flat on your back, trembling, clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.

and baekhyun—nerdy, bookworm baekhyun—was between your thighs like he was fucking born there.

your brain barely has time to settle, let alone recover, before baekhyun's lips begin their descent—soft, lingering kisses trailing down the curve of your stomach, leaving heat blooming in their wake. his glasses slip lower on the bridge of his nose, catching the dim light, but he doesn’t bother pushing them up. he’s too focused—laser-focused—on you.

his hands, long-fingered and deceptively gentle, slide down to your thighs. he parts them with a firmness that contradicts the softness in his touch, spreading you open like a book he’s been dying to read cover to cover. and when you look down at him—glasses fogged, curls messy, lips already slick with you—his once-shy smile tilts into something slower. darker. unreadable.

something dangerous.

“you really thought i wouldn’t know what to do with you, didn’t you?” he murmurs, voice low and velvet-smooth, words brushing over your skin like silk. his lips hover near the tender skin of your inner thigh, close enough to make your pulse trip.

you swallow hard, throat tight. “i—”

but your voice breaks when his fingers slip between your legs, sliding through the soaked mess you’ve already made. he hums softly, eyes flicking up through his lashes to watch your reaction, his touch featherlight but deliberate.

“you’re still shakin', pretty,” he says, almost in wonder, as if your trembling is something beautiful to behold. then he presses a kiss to the crease of your hip, lips warm and reverent. “guess i should help you relax.”

and then—fuck.

his mouth is on you again.

his tongue parts your folds with agonizing slowness, swirling over your clit with such calculated precision it knocks the breath right out of your lungs. not too fast, not too soft—just perfect. like he’s mapped every nerve ending, every pulse point. like he knows exactly how to break you apart and put you back together again.

his hands curl around your thighs, anchoring you down when your body jolts from the sudden overload of pleasure. you try to move—instinct, desperation—but he holds you open, holds you still, tongue working in tight, focused strokes that zero in on the spot that makes your spine arch and your vision blur.

“b-baekhyun—” you gasp, your voice catching like static, already unraveling.

“mm?” he hums against you, and the sound—low, deep, obscene—vibrates through your clit and sends you spiraling.

it happens too fast.

your body snaps, convulses, pleasure crashing over you in a wave so sudden and sharp it steals the breath from your lungs. you don’t just come—you detonate. thighs clamping around his head, hips jerking uncontrollably, and then—oh god.

you gush.

wetness floods out of you, your entire body trembling from the force of it. you feel it happen—you feel yourself squirting, and it shocks you almost as much as it wrecks you.

baekhyun pulls back, lips shining, a flicker of disbelief and something rawer—pride—in his eyes. he watches your body twitch with the aftershocks, watches your thighs tremble like he just rewired your nervous system.

“…w-was that your first time squirting?” he asks softly, voice raspy, breathless. still a little stunned. still a little smug.

you can’t answer. you’re still floating somewhere outside your body, brain scattered like confetti.

he licks his lips slowly, tasting you again, eyes dark behind those fogged-up glasses. and when he grins—lazy, knowing—it’s lethal.

“should’ve told me sooner,” he says, trailing his fingers over your soaked inner thigh, tracing the mess like a signature. “would’ve made you do it twice.”

your stomach flips.

you barely manage a breath before he’s moving again, crawling up your body with that same hungry glint in his eyes—half affection, half calculation, all heat.

“ready for another round?” he whispers, tilting his head, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers like he didn’t just destroy you.

“i still have a few more techniques i wanna try out.”

holy fuck.

you really thought you’d be ruining him.

but baekhyun came to study—and you? you’re the final exam. and baby, he’s going to ace you all night.

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 11

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 8.1k Author Notes: DOUBLE UPDATE BICTHESSSS!!!!! ok this is my big sorry!!! i was gonna post this earlier today but then coachella happened lol and my priorities changed, but we're back!!! tbh....im so scared to post this 😀. Its just a yap fest if im being honest, so if youre not into that....my bad. but ok yes ill stop blabbin. l adore you all pls enjoy 😩

It’s another hour before you leave the restaurant, impossibly full and content.

The ride back is silent. Most of the crew pass out as soon as you’re on the road, Seulgi being one of them. She uses your shoulder as a pillow. It doesn’t look comfortable, but she’s drooling into your clavicle, so it must be. You can’t sleep, so you quietly watch the beautiful dark scenery, ignoring the occasional prickles on your skin from being watched.

Once you’re back at the hotel, you start saying your goodbyes in front of the van. Everyone’s leaving at different times, so it makes sense to do your farewells now while you’re all present.

It’s bittersweet.

Jongdae is the first to approach you, collecting you tightly into his arms.

“Tell Eunhee I missed her this weekend, and congrats,” you tell him.

“Will do and thank you.”

He squeezes the shit out of you, making you yelp in pain. In retaliation, you smack his shoulder and he hisses, escaping to the next person before you can strike again.

You’re rolling your eyes as Jongin makes his way over, chuckling at his friends’ silly antics.

“He’s mean,” you whine.

“I know,” he coos as he hugs you. You instantly relax in his comforting arms. He really should start selling these things.

“It was good seeing you,” he says, making you sway.

“You too,” you say. “I’m sorry for getting you in this mess.”

“Don’t be.” He repeats. He tightens his arms. “It was bound to happen. I still believe it can work out.”

You smile pathetically. As if he can sense it, Jongin kisses the top of your head before separating.

“Make that runway your bitch,” you tell him. He smirks and bows in thanks.

Baekhyun quickly replaces him, pulling you into a firm hug.

“You’ve made this trip far more eventful than it needed to be,” he says in your ear.

“It wasn’t my intention,” you huff into his shirt.

He chuckles. “Look, I know things didn’t end on a good note, but I promise….” He leans back far enough to look into your eyes and says your name. “It can be. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, okay?”

The urge to cry hits you hard and you give him a watery smile. “Thank you, Baekhyun. For everything. I’ve gained some respect for you.”

His jutting jaw is the only acknowledgement he gives your last statement. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want my friends to be happy.”

“You’re hogging her.” You’re being yanked away from Baekhyun and he lets go without a fight, waving goodbye before heading inside the hotel.

“Do we have to say our goodbyes right now?” You ask, staring up at the best friend who you aren’t going back to a shared apartment with. “I’m going to cry.”

Sehun sighs before wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t be a baby.”

You’re already fighting tears, and the lump in your throat grows larger. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“I know,” and he sounds like he’s trying his hardest not to get choked up. “I’ll miss you more. I’ll visit Seoul soon. Most likely for Jongdae’s baby shower. I'll even bring Kyungsoo. I know you’ve been curious about him.”

You laugh through your now falling tears. “It’s not me who’s been curious about your little friend. I’m sure Seulgi will be pleased to hear she’ll finally be introduced.”

“Why do you think I’ve been stalling for so long?”

You share a laugh. “Okay. Jongdae’s baby shower isn’t that far away. I can handle that.”

“That works for you?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does. Just make sure to not leave without saying goodbye again, okay?”

He groans like you’re inconveniencing him, but whispers into your hair. “I won’t.”

Satisfied, you break the hug. Now that your arms are free, you wipe your damp face, laughing at how ridiculous you are. Sehun sucks his teeth in faux disapproval. Shaking his head, he lifts a hand in an attempt to help dry your face, but you knock it away. You’re about to tell him to screw off, but you’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

You turn towards the sound and startle slightly when you see Chanyeol standing a few steps away. His hands are deep in his pockets as his eyes flicker between Sehun and you. It’s then you notice just how quiet the portico has become, and check your surroundings. Only the three of you and Seulgi are left outside the hotel, everyone else retiring to their rooms. Seulgi is a few feet away, as though she was also leaving but decided to linger for a bit. When your eyes lock, she throws you a knowing grin.

“Sehun,” she calls. “Let me buy you a shot.”

Sehun seems to catch on quickly. “Oh! Can’t say no to a free drink, can I?”

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, conveying an important message. ‘Talk to him and get your closure.’

He pats you before sauntering over to Seulgi, throwing an arm around her shoulders to drag her into the hotel.

Now alone, you give in and face Chanyeol.

There isn’t a flicker of the animosity or detachment you saw on the boardwalk the night before, and you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or not. He’s admiring you, not with disgust or lust, just looking. The lack of emotion has you curious about what's going on in his head.

“Everyone’s said goodbye except us,” he finally says.

You lift an eyebrow. “Does last night not count?”

He frowns. “Do you want it to?”

“No, it’s not that!” You quickly correct. “It’s just that my decisions always hurt you in the end, so I understand if you never want to speak to me again.”

Your eyes water at the thought of going back to strangers with Chanyeol, of losing him again. But, you know you don’t deserve to ask him to stay. If he’s done trying with you, you’ll accept it without complaint. it’s the least you can do after the pain you’ve caused him these past couple days.

He turns away from you, as if he can’t stand to see your tears. One of his hands pats at his thigh as he squints at the beach in the distance.

“We’ve both made poor decisions.” he sighs heavily. “But yesterday was really really bad. I no longer know if there can be an ‘us’ after this. Maybe you're right. Maybe we’ve grown too far apart, and the people we are today aren’t able to love each other like we used to.”

He takes a deep breath and you brace yourself for his rejection. “It wasn’t until dinner that it really hit me, that today is our last day here. I don’t want to leave, to go back to Seoul, and continue living as I did before the wedding. I can’t. Not after seeing you again. I don’t want to leave Jeju with any regrets, and if we leave things like this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”  

“Me too,” you admit. “I’ll regret it too. I already regret so much.”

“Do you regret us?”

“No. Never. I regret where we are now, but I’ll never regret you, Park Chanyeol.”

Your throat tightens from the confession, hating how it sounds like a farewell on your tongue.

You swear his eyes gloss over, but he hides it quickly by turning his head to look behind him. When he faces you again, his features are under control. He tilts his head in the direction he just checked. “Walk with me?”

This is it, and you know it. The last chance with Chanyeol. The inevitable talk you’d been skirting around all weekend. Now is the chance to have your closure, and Chanyeol is giving it to you. If you decline, what is left of your bridge will be burnt for good, keeping you both on opposite ends with no chance of return.

You’re relieved that he offers to walk. When you imagine this conversation, it’s always in Chanyeol’s suite, and you’re honestly not strong enough to ever go back there. The memories are too fresh, and you have zero faith in your self control when it comes to him.

So, you eagerly agree to his request and follow him as he starts walking down the sidewalk. It’s silent as he leads you away from the hotel, taking a path that heads towards the city not too far away. Chanyeol’s steps seem sure, and it makes you wonder if he has a certain place in mind.

He answers your unasked question five minutes later, when you take notice of a faint glowing in the distance. Chanyeol throws a couple nervous glances your way, and the shift in his demeanor has you alert.

You walk a few more feet before you can fully see a white gazebo on the edge of the sandy beach. Golden fairy lights dangle off the sides, making a surreal romantic atmosphere.

You stop dead in your tracks. Chanyeol halts beside you, intently watching your reaction.

“Do you remember this place?” he asks, voice thick with controlled emotion.

You do.

You climb up the steps into the gazebo. A wooden bench wraps around the walls and vines with pink flowers curl around the thin poles connecting to the rounded roof. You stop a little before the center and turn to Chanyeol who stayed back, allowing you a moment to yourself.

“This is where you proposed to me.”

The lights reflect off his round eyes, softening them. Or maybe it’s the memory you both share. A day that you will never forget.

It was your senior trip. Come to think of it, there are many similarities to the one you’re currently on. All of your college friends came to Jeju and stayed at the same hotel, thanks to Junmyeon. You were in a different suite that time, with a different roommate. For five days, the gang ran around the city, exploring and partying. Basking in the last moments you all had before fully joining the real world. Well, Jongdae, Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Chanyeol had already graduated, but that didn’t stop them from acting like it was their last moments as well. Speaking of Chanyeol, the two of you were deeply in love by that point. You were that nauseating couple that would get lost in your own little world, gravitating around each other in your own solar system. The last day of the trip, he had talked you into having a girl’s day with Seulgi. You were hesitant, because you wanted to spend the last day with him, but he assured you that you’d have him all to yourself that night.

That was enough to have Seulgi drag you around town, taking you to get pampered with a spa and convincing you to let her buy you a dress that she was adamant you had to wear later that night. Little did you know she was in on a plan being prepared behind your back. 

When the sun was setting, you followed her to where you thought you were going to meet up with everyone else for dinner, and were confused when she dragged you to the middle of the beach. That was when you spotted the gazebo. There were pink and white balloons on the far side across the entrance. And in the center, dressed in a fancy black suit, stood Park Chanyeol.

You glared accusingly at Seulgi, who just laughed and shoved you into the gazebo. Your heart raced dangerously fast, nearly drowning out the speech Chanyeol prepared for you. It was beautiful. Chanyeol, ever the poet, poured his heart to you, tearing up as he explained his endless love and devotion.

Then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring from his pants. You’d later chastise him for not keeping it in its box. He held it up and it shimmered against the lights surrounding you, but it paled in comparison to the shimmering in Chanyeol’s eyes.

‘Will you continue to be the melody of my life’s song?’ He asked. ‘Will you marry me?’

You were screaming yes before he could finish his question. His smile was blinding as he slid the ring onto your finger and you pounced on him. He held you tightly, lifting you up with him as he stood, and buried his face into your neck as you both cried. You hadn’t noticed all of your friends poking around the outside of the gazebo, popping streamers and cheering as you held onto your soulmate and cried with a happiness and love you knew only a few people have genuinely felt. You were so lucky to have Park Chanyeol. You were so lucky to be loved by him….

You blink.

“That was the best day of my life,” he whispers.

“Mine too,” you admit.

You turn away, not able to handle the tenderness he carries.

He tentatively enters the gazebo, sitting on the bench near the entrance. “I stumbled across it after our… conversation last night. It felt fitting. A reminder of why we’re here.”

Indeed. This was the beginning of the end of you. It makes sense to end this trip here, to end your relationship here. If that’s what you were doing.

You wrap your arms around your stomach, holding yourself together because you’re already at your limit and know you’re about to shatter. Your back still faces Chanyeol, not ready to see the way the fairy lights warm his handsome face. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should have told you where I was taking you. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset,” you assure. It’s not a lie, but it’s not completely true. You aren’t upset with him for bringing you here. If anything, you need to see this place. You finally turn to face him and the stark difference of how he looks now compared to the last time you saw him under this roof is startling. He wore no fancy suit, only casual khaki pants and a cream button down shirt. His hair blows gently in the breeze, longer and lighter than on that day, and his expression has lost the confidence and joy that was hard to hide then. He is now a shadow of the man that proposed to you, he is a man who has lost the one thing he thought he’d have forever. “It’s just a lot.”

He nods in agreement. “Do you want to leave?”

“No. I agree with you. This is the perfect spot. We can talk here if that’s what you want.” Again, you make sure to let him know that you’re doing this on his terms. He’s in charge here. You’ll be truthful, you’ll answer any question honestly, and you’ll let him be the one to decide how this trip ends.

“Where should we start?” he asks as you make your way over to sit beside him. You make sure to leave some space, knowing how distance can skew your train of thought around him.

“Let’s start with this,” you begin. “What do you want from this conversation?”

“I just want us to not avoid each other the next time we’re in the same room.”

“You think we can be friends?” You ask, genuinely curious of his answer.

He shrugs feebly. “If that’s all we can be. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not in it at all.”

You’re not a fan of his answer. Earlier, you told him that you didn’t think you could ever be his friend, and you still believe that. The thought of him actually moving on one day, and having to watch him regard somebody else the way he did you has your heart squeezing in agony. Seeing him with Yerim has been difficult as it is, imagining him with someone he actually loves leaves you disturbed.

Tell him, the Baekhyun in your head urges. Tell him how you really feel.

You already tried to last night. You still have so much love for Chanyeol, but sometimes that’s simply not enough. There’s still too much left unsaid, blocking the path to a future that can possibly end with you back together. The ball that’s always been in your court has now rolled over onto his side, and you aren’t sure if he’s going to pick it up or kick it away and finally put this long game to rest.

But he deserves that choice. Chanyeol has been so strong for you. He’s given you up multiple times, has had his heart broken because of you far more times than you have by him. You owe it to him to choose what he wants for himself. As much as you’d rather part ways on good terms and continue living as you have–without him in your life–if Chanyeol still wants you in his, you’ll suck it up and be present. Because you know for a fact that if the roles were reversed, he’d do the same with no complaint.

Still hurts like a bitch though.

Not yet, you tell your inner Baekhyun, ignoring the way he rolls his eyes. You don’t need his sass right now.

“If that’s what you want,” you push through the tightening of your throat. “Then we should start off easy. How did you end up at Junmyeon’s wedding with Yerim as your date?”

He coughs a shocked laugh. “If that’s the easiest topic, we’re going to be here til the sun rises.”

You shrug a shoulder. “That’s fine with me.”

He watches you for a moment before dropping his head to look at his hands that lay limply between his parted thighs. “As soon as I got Junmyeon’s announcement, I thought of you. I knew you were going to be there, and I couldn’t shake this feeling that you were going to bring a date. The idea of seeing you being happy with your new boyfriend, while I had no one, made me sick. I began to panic, because I didn’t want to be the loser who hadn’t moved on. I wanted you to think I no longer cared. I needed a date.”

That makes you pity him a bit, and you feel bad for calling him an asshole. The intentions behind it are anything but. He was trying to protect himself, and that’s nothing to make fun of.

“And then you met Yerim.”

“And then I met Yerim.” He sinks further into the bench and your ears perk at the name. It hits you then that it’s the first time you’ve heard Chanyeol speak her name. Was he being respectful towards you by neglecting to voice the name of the ‘other’ woman in your picture? Or maybe that was his poor attempt at pretending she didn’t exist while in your presence. Intrigued, you study the way the syllables left his mouth. It’s said with contrition, and that jealous part of you that you’re surprised to still find vanishes with content.

“I don’t know if you remember,” he continues, unaware of the healing already being done to you. “But she works at the cafe near my job. If I’m being honest, I’d been going there for months and hadn’t paid her any mind. I just knew she made the best Americano I’ve ever had in my life! But, after some time, it was kind of obvious she had a little crush on me. Although I was flattered, I never pursued it because I was never interested. That didn’t stop her from being bold. She always made a point to have a conversation with me, even when they were slammed, and I guess she wore me down. Our little talks started becoming the highlights of my days, and I started paying her more attention.”

His story brings to mind a few times Yerim mentioned a cute customer to you. How wild is it that Chanyeol is the customer she’d always tell you about.

“She is funny,” you acknowledge begrudgingly. “And pretty.”

“She is,” he agrees, and you guess your jealousy hasn’t vanished after all. “But, that’s not what ultimately drew me to her.”

“What was it then?”

He avoids your gaze. “She reminded me of you.”

“Oh!” Okay, now your jealousy is officially gone.

“Yeah. Oh. The more Yerim and I talked, the more she sounded like you. Now it makes sense, because you’re close friends so you must’ve rubbed off on her. But, at the time, it really felt like I was getting a second chance. How could I not fall for her when she acted so much like you?”

Your eyebrows raise at that. You’ve never noticed your influence on Yerim, but apparently it’s strong enough to catch your ex’s attention. In a strange way, you are the reason they got together. You’re not sure how to react to the fact. Part of you is sympathetic towards them both, at the fact Chanyeol only liked Yerim because of you. But you’re also flattered and a bit proud for ruining him so much. 

Even though you think you know the answer, this conversation is all about honesty, so you have to confirm something. “Did you like her? Like that? You’ve been pretty adamant about her not being your girlfriend.”

“She wasn’t,” he’s still quick to deny. “And I didn’t. At the start I thought I did. Well, I thought I could fall for her. Maybe if we had time before the wedding to actually get to know each other outside of the cafe, I would have. But the timing was bad. She tried, she really did. But I was too distracted by what was about to happen to give her my full attention, and once I saw you, all thoughts of Yerim went out the window.”

“That’s why you kicked her out?”

“It is. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He backtracks, continuing his story where he left off. “The main reason for me being so adamant on bringing a date was to prove to everybody, including myself, that I was completely over you. But, the fact that I started pursuing someone because they reminded me of you should have been the first sign I wasn’t. Still, I ignored it, and when the wedding got brought up, I saw my perfect opportunity. She agreed all too easily.”

“Like fate.”

“It felt like that. Like it was too perfect. Baekhyun said it was a dumb idea. He told me I wasn’t going to get you back that way. I told him I didn’t want you back. As you can imagine, he didn’t believe me.”

“Did you even believe you?”

“I did,” he defends, slightly offended. “I thought enough time had passed, and thinking about you didn’t hurt as much as it had. Sure, I didn’t know if I was capable of ever loving someone as much as I loved you, and I had built some walls after us, but I was ready to try again. And I was going to prove it during dinner. I wanted to make you feel the same as I did. I figured we both could suffer a little, and I…I wanted to hurt you. But, even though I knew you were going to be there, I still wasn’t prepared for the shock of finally seeing you in person. All that bravado I had vanished the moment I saw you. Especially after I realized you did not, in fact, have a date.”

“Technically, I did,” you correct. “Seulgi was my date.”

“Should I have been worried about her?” he asks skeptically.

You can’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “A lot can happen in a couple years. Who knows? We could’ve been inlaws.”

His face pinches in disgust. “That’s a sick joke, Me….”

He lets the petname die on his tongue, unsure if that’s something he still wants to call you.

“I deserve that,” you mumble and attempt a reassuring smile. He takes one look at your stretched lips and immediately starts nervously nibbling on his own. You sense his internal battle, fighting the instinct to defend you while also agreeing with what you said.

The light atmosphere you created dissipates as quickly as it comes.

He clears his throat. “Anyways, that’s why I brought Yerim. I wanted to get a reaction out of you.”

“And did you get the reaction you wanted?” You ask.

“In the grand scheme of things, I guess I did. But at the moment, I didn’t think so. It felt more like it backfired on me. That whole dinner I tried to taunt you by using Yerim, but you never took the bait. You didn’t care at all. That hurt more than I’d like to admit. Especially because your presence was eating me up inside.”

“I’m a better actress than I give myself credit for if you couldn’t see how affected I was. I pretty much went through exactly what you were afraid of happening to you, with an extra brutal layer of personally knowing the date. Trust me when I say you succeeded.”

“It doesn’t feel like a victory,” he shares. “As soon as dinner was over, I realized Baekhyun was right, bringing Yerim was dumb. I was overwhelmed with all these old resurfacing feelings, and all I could think about was you. How was I going to see you again, and what would I say when I did. I made some pretty rash decisions, like kicking Yerim out of our room because I didn’t want you to think we were sleeping together, and then forgetting to have breakfast with her the next morning like I promised because I talked to you the night before. Our conversation was proof that I wasn’t alone in these old feelings, and gave me the courage to attempt to pursue you. It wasn’t a lot, and you were really drunk, but you kept giving me this look I was very familiar with, and I couldn’t deny it if I tried.”

“A look?” You question, having no idea what he’s referring to. He’s never told you about a look before.

“Yes.” He sounds tortured thinking about it. “You get this look on your face whenever you want me to lean down to kiss you. These past few days, we’d argue, you’d tell me how wrong this situation was, and then you’d stare up at me with those eyes of yours. I could never forget that expression, it’s one of my favorites. So, I’d try to oblige you, and at the last second, you’d push me away, and I’d go back to my room and yell in frustration. It was frustrating, knowing you still wanted me, even if you weren’t aware of it, all because of the way you’d look at me.”

Hell. He really can read you like a book.

“So, you ended things with her because of the way I was looking at you?” You confirm.

“I broke up with Yerim because I was leading her on,” he corrects. “But also, I can admit that I was being selfish, and she was in the way of what I truly wanted. You. I knew with her out of the picture, you’d be less…resistant.”

“What did you expect would happen?” You implore. “You’d tell me you broke things off with her and I’d come running back into your arms? Was that the plan?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe that you’d lower your guard and stop fighting me. But, I mean, you did run back to me not long after she left….”

You narrow your eyes. “That was because of the wedding.”

“I thought we were being honest with each other?”

That shuts you up. He knows he got you there, if the smug look on his face is any indicator.

“Fine,” you relent. “I most likely wouldn’t have done that had Yerim still been here.”

He bows his head in gratitude for your honesty.

“Alright,” you drawl, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s your turn to ask me a question.”

Chanyeol inhales deeply, and you know it’s going to be a difficult one.

“Last night,” he starts, and you already dread what’s next. “You said that you couldn’t get over what happened the last time we were together.”

“I did.”

“It made me realize that I hurt you way more than I thought I did. You’d mentioned it a couple times, but I didn’t get it… not until now.”

“I may have called off the engagement,” you say. “But it was you, Chanyeol, who ultimately broke us up.”

“Is that how you see it?” He asks, a darkness creeping into his tone.

“How else am I?” You retort. “I asked to get back together and you said yes.”

“I didn’t realize….” He shook his head in denial. “I wasn’t listening.”

“I gathered,” you scoff, growing irritated. “That day I had worked up the courage to call you. It had been a year since we’d last seen each other–”

“Ten and a half months. But who’s counting?” he cuts you off to say.

“Ten and a half months,” you correct. “I felt so stupid because of that. I made such a big show of leaving you, just to beg for you back not even a year later.”

“I wouldn’t have seen it that way,” he says. “I was waiting for that call. To me, those ten and a half months felt more like years.”

“I wish I’d known that then, because I was so nervous. I feared the worst. That you would be angry at me for ending things just to come back so soon. Or worse. That you’d somehow moved on during that time, or realized that you were no longer in love with me. It was that fear that drove me to come up with a cover, an excuse to get you to come over.”

“The ring,” he realizes, jaw clenching at the grim reminder.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “I had it all planned out. I’d tell you that you needed to come over so that you could take it back, but then I’d confess and ask for another chance.”

“You could’ve just told me you missed me,” he says. “It would’ve been just as effective. Actually, more. I would’ve been there faster.”

“I couldn’t just tell you that,” you explain. “I didn’t want to come off desperate. But, I admit, using the ring was the worst thing I could’ve done. I swear I had no intention of giving it back.”

“You were very convincing in acting like it was,” he mutters. “I didn’t even have time to ask how you’d been before you were sitting it on the table. I was hoping you weren’t being serious. But as soon as I saw you, it was obvious you’d changed. It hadn’t been that long, but you were different. You didn’t want me anymore.”

“I didn’t need you anymore, Chanyeol. I still wanted you, if later that night was any indicator.”

“You couldn’t stop raving about how much better your life was now that I was no longer in it! I had to listen to you go on and on about your great new life without me, all while staring at your engagement ring. It was the first time I’d ever seen it not on your finger, and it felt like a punch to the damn gut! My heart was breaking all over again, but there was no hope to latch onto this time.”

His words are enlightening. Despite your attempts at blocking the memory, you remember that night in great detail. You remember how sweaty your palms were from the nerves, to the point you couldn’t even hold a glass of water. You remember the wave of relief that swept over you when you opened the door to see Chanyeol on the other side. You remember his expression, the conflicting emotions of love and hope, battling against reluctance and defeat. Putting the ring on the table was also due to nerves. You wanted to keep pretenses for a little longer, but the way he had zeroed in on the piece of jewelry worried you so much you began rambling.

He never took his eyes off that ring. You remember that clearly. It made you panic, and in a poor attempt to fill the silence, you started updating him on your life. You told him about the job you had just gotten that you’d been dying to get, about your hesitant plans on moving in with Seulgi, about the trips you had taken, anything to get him to react. He didn’t. By that point, you decided to get to the main reason for inviting him. You remember easing into it, telling him you had a lot of time to think about what you wanted in life, and had succeeded in your mission to find yourself. You were ready, if he was still willing. You were ready to become his wife.

He didn’t say anything. Hadn’t moved an inch.

You were positive he hadn’t blinked once during your monologue. Was he angry? Of course he was! That’s when you realized you’d made an irreversible mistake and was now living through the consequences. Maybe he didn’t want you back. Maybe you put too much faith in his love for you. Now looking back on it, you felt a lot like you do at this moment. If Chanyeol was done with you, you’d let him leave. You were going to put him first this time.

‘Chanyeol?’ you called gently. That seemed to bring him back. His eyelids fluttered and he straightened in his chair, pulling away from the ring to finally look at you. You were mesmerized by the richness of his eyes, they were prettier than you recalled, but maybe that was the unshed tears reflecting off the lights overhead. His mouth had fallen open, eyebrows lifted in a question, and you cleared your throat and forced yourself to blink, to break the intimate contact.

‘Are we good?’ You asked, voice shaking in apprehension. You were terrified of his answer, terrified of this being the end of you. Yet, you were prepared for rejection.

‘Yeah, we're good,’ he said. Not expecting that, you stared at him in shock for a moment until reality hit. He was taking you back! Instantly, you felt silly for doubting him. Of course he was taking you back. He already told you that he’d always love you. Feeling giddy with excitement, you weren’t even thinking when you reached out to him….

“I didn’t….” Chanyeol seems to also be back in that living room, reliving that dreadful day. “I couldn’t listen to you brag about your newfound happiness. It was like you were trying to hurt me. So, I stopped listening. Next thing I knew, you’re saying my name and like an idiot, I look at you. You asked me if we were good. I was confused, because you were obviously nervous, but I assumed you just wanted to leave on good terms. So, I agreed. ‘Sure, we’re good’.

��.And then you kissed him.

“And then you kissed me.” His eyebrows furrow in the confusion he still feels. “And nothing else mattered after that. Not the ring, not the break up. Just you.”

Chanyeol gives you a Look of his own, and the moment turns tender.

Except all those feelings from the morning after bubbled up to the surface, and you despise the softness of his gaze. 

“That was until the morning, right?” You say bitterly. “Then I didn’t matter at all.”

“That’s not–”

“You left me!” You snap. His mouth audibly shuts at the rise of your voice. “You agreed to get back together, had sex with me, disappeared in the morning, took the ring, and blocked me on everything so that I couldn’t get ahold of you! You claim it was because you were afraid of being used, but that’s what you ended up doing! You used me, Chanyeol, and I haven’t been the same since. You destroyed me! ”

“I didn’t use you!” He pleads. “Stop looking at me like that. You told me you didn’t hate me.”

“I don’t,” you say. “I’m just trying to understand. Was it one last fuck for old times’ sake?”

“God, no! Don’t say it like that. I’ve never ‘fucked’ you. That’s not what that night meant to me.”

“Then what did it mean?” You beg for answers. “If it wasn’t your get back, if it wasn’t you confirming our relationship. What the fuck did it mean to you?”

He meets your gaze, determination igniting within him. “It meant everything to me! That kiss may have felt like the beginning to you, but for me, it was an ending. And I had something to prove. If that was going to be our last night together, I was going to give you every last piece of me. I wanted you to feel my love deep inside your bones, so that you could never forget what it felt like to be truly loved by me. I wanted to ruin you, so that any man that touched you after would pale in comparison. I wanted you to yearn for me on lonely nights, to miss me even if it was a fraction of the loss I was going to feel. I wanted you to still want me.”

Your breathing hitches at his explanation, because you’d be damned if that’s not exactly what he did. Your body awakens from his words, desperately calling for him the way it always has. You battle with the need to pull him close and have him sink into your soul. He made sure to leave his mark on you that night, to carve a hole deep within your heart that could never regrow. You’ve felt that emptiness since, carried it unknowingly. And now that you’ve been reunited, you see that he still holds that chunk with him. Chanyeol still possesses the missing piece to your heart.

The fire inside him seems to diminish once his speech is done. Now guilt slumps his shoulders and lowers his head.

“That morning….” He licks his dry lips. “It was a lapse of judgment.” You can’t help but wonder if he’s told himself this multiple times throughout the years to rationalize his decision. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. You have to believe me. It took everything to get out of your bed, everything to touch that ring. Everything to leave your life for good.”

“But I didn’t want you to,” you confess, on the verge of tears. 

“I know,” he whispers, eyes just as glossy as yours. “I know that now. But, at the time, it was too impossible a dream to even fathom. I had to protect my heart too, you know?”

You did. He had every right to keep his guard up, even if it was at the detriment of your own feelings. 

“And trust me when I say,” he continues. “I suffered too. I hated myself just as much as you did. I still do. Knowing that I broke you so badly…. I can’t even put into words how sorry I am. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” He says your name. “That night was no exception.”

“You literally just said that you brought Yerim to hurt me,” you point out with a sniff.

“Right.” He winces. “But, that’s the only time, I swear!”

He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them. They’re big and warm and the contact soothes you. “Had I known…. Had I listened to you that night, I would have never left. If I knew that kiss meant so much more than a goodbye, we would’ve been married the next week. It’s my fault for not listening and for leaving without an explanation. I hurt us both that day. I’ll accept that now. I’m so fucking sorry, Mel.”

Him calling you Mel again is enough to make you finally shatter. Leaning against him, you press your forehead to his chest as sobs rack your own. He pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth as apologies fall from his mouth. You can hear the tears he sheds.

You both cry until you’re dried out, and as the gazebo quiets Chanyeol still holds you.

Once you’ve collected yourself, you speak through a stuffy nose. “I’m sorry too.”

Chanyeol stops swaying at the sound of your voice, so you continue. “I held a lot of animosity for what you did, but I ended up doing the same thing to you.”

“You were confused–”

“It’s no excuse. I left because I was scared, but I still hurt you.” You pull back so that you can show him your sincerity and finally own up for the things you did. “I’ve been playing with you this whole trip, because of my indecisiveness. I’ve been leading you on for days, pushing and pulling away, and you don’t deserve that. No matter our past, you don’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve been treating you.”

“Thank you,” he accepts with a sniff.

“No, thank you,” you counter. “For explaining yourself, and for giving me a chance to explain myself as well. You didn’t owe me anything after what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do anything–”

“You don’t have to protect me anymore, Chanyeol. We’re past that now, aren’t we?”

He grows contemplative at that. “After our night together, much like when you kissed me all those years ago, I assumed we were back together.” As he speaks, he dries your wet face with his hands. You close your eyes, savoring his touch just in case it’s the last. “So when you denied it at the beach, I was hurt. I didn’t understand your reluctance, and I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with me that you kept rejecting me. It wasn’t until after our fight, when I kept pushing and pushing and yet you still didn’t want me, that I took off the rose tinted glasses and reality set in. Seeing you again, at the place where our love was at its peak, it was easy to forget all the ways we went wrong. You were back in my life, and that was the important part. In my mind, we’d figure everything else out later. Because of that, I didn’t take your feelings into consideration, and I was moving way too fast. I guess, deep down, I knew that I had fucked up and was trying to make up for it. But you weren’t ready, and let's be honest, I’m not ready either. I thought about your offer to give it some time once we’re back in Seoul to separate the past from the present. I’d like to take you up on it, if it still stands.”

You’re relieved to know he finally understands what you were trying to explain to him yesterday. That it wasn’t necessarily a no, just a not-right-now. 

“I would like that,” you admit. 

You both smile at each other, taking in the other unabashedly in your safe space. You catch him glance down at your lips and pout. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever not be attracted to you. Is that bad?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I think this trip is proof of how bad it can be, but I feel the same regardless.”

He lets out a sigh full of longing, and nervous about the changing atmosphere around you both, you speak. “Let’s make it a pact then. After we leave tomorrow, we’ll continue living as we had before the wedding, and after some time has passed, we’ll meet up and decide if this is something we actually want to try again, or if we should officially move on.”

“How long?” He asks.

You hum as you think of what a good enough time could be. “Jongdae’s baby shower is in four months. Do you think that’s enough time?”

His eyes take on a familiar shimmer. “I think it’s perfect.”

Chanyeol gets to his feet and pulls you up onto yours. You expect him to start walking back, but instead he pulls you deeper into the gazebo, until he’s standing in the center. 

“How did I do it again?” he mumbles before sinking onto one knee, and your heart lurches into your throat.

“Chanyeol, what are you doing?” You choke.

He holds your left hand, thumb sliding over where your engagement ring once sat. He lifts his head to gaze up at you, and the fairy lights ahead douse him in a golden hue, sparkling in the dark depths of his soul. He now fully embodies the man he was four years ago, and you have a hard time differentiating what year you're in.

Your full name falling from his lips makes you focus on the present. “The last time I was here, I proposed to you, so it’s only fitting I do it again. I’m sorry, but I don’t have a ring this time.”

“Probably for the best,” you wheeze, still overwhelmed.

“Tonight, I’m proposing a deal. That we leave here and figure our shit out, and on the day of Jongdae’s baby shower, we will come to an agreement on how we will pursue this relationship. We will decide to either date again, stay strictly platonic, or become nonexistent. Do you agree to the terms?”

“Yes.” You agree.

Chanyeol smiles largely, and pretends to put a ring on your finger before kissing it. “Then it’s a deal.”

With that, he stands up and you look at him expectantly.

“There’s that look,” he whispers before obliging your unspoken request by leaning down to kiss you.

You kiss as though it’s the last time you ever will, savoring the other and indulging in such a forbidden touch. Whenever you think Chanyeol’s about to break it, he merely tilts his head the other way to deepen it and you giggle and fall right back into your perfect rhythm. A slow warm heat builds from your core, up to your chest, to burn in your throat. Surprisingly, it’s not arousal. It’s something more grounding, more brittle. It’s affection, it’s grief.

It’s love.

The two of you pull apart eventually, staring deep into each other’s eyes as you attempt to catch your breaths.

“There,” Chanyeol says, voice gravelly and deep, as though he just woke up. “Sealed with a kiss.”

You’re smiling, and it all feels so bittersweet, you think you may also be crying again.

“I….” Chanyeol brushes your hair back. Whatever he’s about to say–and you have a suspicious feeling you might know what it is–he decides to keep to himself. Instead, he presses another kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you. “Let’s go back. I have an early flight.”

The walk to the hotel is peacefully silent. You don’t hold hands or anything, but you’re close enough to have your arm brush his occasionally. When you’re in the elevator, you stand on opposite sides of the cart, just as you had a couple nights ago. He’s smiling at you, and it’s so sweet and boyish, you can’t help but smile back. The action makes his smile grow wider.

When you’re deposited onto your floor, he walks you to your door.

“Sorry for all the drama,” you say as you dig for your room key.

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He grins at you, nudging your shoulder with his arm.

Opening the door, you pause and turn to him. He meets your gaze expectantly.

“See you at the baby shower?” You ask anxiously.

He nods. “I’ll see you at the baby shower, Mel.”

Reassured, you head inside, closing the door quietly behind you. Your heart is pounding a million miles a second, and you take a moment to calm it down with deep breaths. It doesn’t help much. You’re too excited. You’re…hopeful. You know that whatever you decide on the day you see Chanyeol again, he’ll be on the same page. 

You finally got your closure, and are now ready for a new chapter, with or without him. And that doesn’t scare you nearly as much as it had this morning. You’ll never let him know, but Sehun was right. The talk was much needed.

You get ready for bed, and take in the room you spent some of the most stressful days in. You find you’re going to miss this place. Maybe next year you can book the same room, you think as you crawl into bed and fall into a peaceful slumber, knowing all but one of the knots in your rope have finally been untangled.

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Right where you left me

summary: it's been two years since you left Jongin at the altar. When he walked in you don't know what to do with your buried feelings coming alive.

pairing: Jongin x reader

genre: angst, childhood sweethearts to exes, bakery au, yearning

word count: 3k (not sure this is a drabble anymore)

a/n: i am finally done with this. I have written this twice, was not feeling the core emotions i wanted to feel while reading the first version. I know the request was childhood sweethearts, and I was going to write a short maybe little reminiscing themed drabble until I had that dream. I am not quite sure I articulated the feelings that well but I did give my best. Hope you like it!

Your fingers fly across the screen punching in the customer’s order. The next door neighbor, a 60 year old woman, pushes her spectacles up her nose, the glare visible behind her huge glasses. Your neck heats up in fear, she is gonna talk about it. You hope she doesn’t, it's been so long someone talked about that day that it made me believe it became history, one with the story behind the formation of this hometown. 

The hometown, now covered in the snow from the snowstorm, unable to walk properly until you are knee deep in the snow. The roads are empty, and the chances of people visiting the bakery is slim. This was the reason you accepted to look after the bakery, when mom asked. And also it's her first request in two years. 

“It’s 17 dollars.” You slid the to-go box to her. 

Her hands are slowly taking the notes out of her wallet, she counts through the dollar bills as you rearrange the pens in the pen holder making sure everything is aligned cap up. 

“You know I loved you, right?”

The pen holder slips through your hand falling on the ground with a loud clatter. Loved. Past tense. You give a feeble nod ducking down to gather the pens. 

“I have known you two since your childhood.” She continues, “he didn’t deserve it. Whatever or whoever was the reason behind your leaving, he didn’t deserve it.” 

You remain rooted in your place not wanting to face her or anyone. Hoping she goes away and leaves you alone. 

“And you have the audacity to come now.” The sudden influx of her anger made you wonder if she is thinking about that day, “the kid is finally happy. Smiling. The color in his face is slowly coming back.” She slams the counter, “why do you always ruin things?”

Your heart cracks further, the pain aching the entirety of my chest. You fist your t-shirt near your heart, sucking in air through your mouth. Why is it so hard to breathe? 

“Leave before he knows.” The chimes hanging on the door rings upon her exit, leaving me alone in the coldest afternoon. 

The suffering comes back, the long nights you spent curled upon the bed, the wet pillows, and the lonely hums of the city traffic infiltrating my room back in Seoul. No messages or calls from either your family or friends. Why would they even when you destroyed everything with your own hands? 

When you left everyone behind and made a run for your life. When your life is what you left behind. By the time you realized it, it was too late. And you didn’t have the guts to show up again. 

You pull out your phone, your hands shaking as you open the photos app. You click on the folder, the secret one you have locked up for so long. His face fills up the screen. His cozy smile, warm brown eyes, and the slight dimple on his cheek showing up as he kisses on your cheek posing for the camera. Jongin. 

Tears fall on the phone screen. You miss him. Miss him so much that it hurts. If only you could go back in time and rectify it, if only you could tell your younger self that it was going to be okay, it was okay to get married. It was okay to live under his love. And that if you walked away you wouldn’t find his love anywhere, no one comes near him. And no one is Jongin. And no one can love like him.

This is your fault. This is your doing. 

He moved on. He is happy now. You are happy that he is happy, yet it still stings. He hates you now, doesn’t he? Jongin. 

The chimes ring again, bringing you out of your reverie. Once you lock your phone, and wipe your tears, you stand up with a customer-friendly smile. 

“Welcome to–,” your words falter seeing him walk in, “—gom bakery..”

He freezes at the entrance, the cold air slipping through the open door causing a shiver run down your spine. 

He is tucked in warmly for winter, long coat dwarfing him, muffler around his neck, covering half of his face. His sharp brown eyes widen, staring back at you. The warmth you remember seeing during the long nights you spent in his arms is nowhere seen. The initial surprise fades away, mirth taking over his features. 

“It's cold, Jongin,” the girl on his left arm tugs him in by his coat sleeve. “Ugh, winters are the worst.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. He did move on. He is happy with another girl. Tears brim up your eyes threatening to fall, and you really don’t want to cry in front of him. That chapter is over, fifteen years of love ended two years ago the minute you left him standing at the altar.

The girl tugs his coat again asking for his attention, he gives her by jerking his face towards her. She gently pats on his arm watching his crestfallen expression, “we can go back home.” 

You clasp your hands behind you, pricking on your thumb trying to numb the blinding pain in your chest with physical pain. 

He shakes his head, “I’m fine.” He holds her chin, pressing a kiss on her forehead, his muffler still covering his lips. 

You feel a trickle of liquid flowing through the ends of your thumb, grabbing a tissue and wrapping it around your bleeding thumb. You can’t do it, you can’t take it in. Are they married? Did he finally find the one who isn’t a scaredy cat and is courageous enough? 

Does he hate you with his life? Does he hate seeing you now? How can you live knowing the only man you loved, love, hates to even see you? 

“We will be quick.” She intertwines her hand with his, leading him to the counter. That should have been you. She gives a tight smile, she knows you, her eyes scanning the display. 

You fumble the red stained tissue in your hands, think of  something else, anything, the wind, the weather. The loneliness of your life roars back. God, it’s miserable. You feel like falling apart right here. 

“Excuse me,” his girl taps on the counter gently. 

“I’m sorry.” You are glad your tears aren’t falling down for once. “Are you ready to order?” 

She nods, pointing at two different cupcakes and a croissant. 

“Anything else?” 

“No.”

You nod, creating the bill, “it’s 18.”

She taps her phone on the reader. Your eyes snatch on the empty ring finger. Relief floods through your system. You sneak a glance at Jongin to find him staring back at you, studying. His eyes slowly roaming across your face reminding you of the time when you came back from a week long trip and he didn’t let you go an entire day from him. 

Your lips part as you try to breathe in, unable to look away. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes turning red. Look away. You scold yourself. 

You print the bill and rush to get their order. “To go?” 

“Yes please.” 

You neatly put the cupcakes in the to go box, wrapping it close. 

“We didn’t order the blueberry cupcake.” She informs you of the third cupcake in the box. 

You freeze in your place, watching the extra piece. Blueberry cupcake. His favourite. Fuck. You laugh nervously, “on house.” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. What were you thinking? 

You take a quick glance at him just the way his girl does. His eyes are stuck somewhere else, his expression like a thunderstruck him. You follow his gaze, looking down your shirt. 

Fuck. Fuck.

You duck down immediately, dropping the pen holders on purpose. You tuck in the chain hanging low around your neck, the ring dancing on your shaky fingertips. The proposal ring. 

You grimace at your clumsiness. How can you let him see this? When you lied about falling in love with someone else. Your cover blew up. Fuck. 

Schooling your emotions, you stand up, now quickly getting the croissant so that he can leave. 

“I didn’t see you around,” the girl asks you, you can read the discomfort clearly on her face. 

Who would be happy to meet the ex of their boyfriend? 

“I’m visiting.” You reply curtly. “Here you go. Thank you for visiting.” 

She smiles, looking at him watching him stay rooted in his place. The muffler comes off his face, his plump pink lips pressed in a thin line as he glowers at you. 

Did he catch your lie? You beg he didn’t. You on purpose let him, or more like everyone in the town, know you moved on from him a year later. That you found someone. When you wanted him to move on, you didn’t deserve him. You couldn’t see him wasting his life away. 

“Bye.” You turn away, disappearing into the kitchen. Please Jongin, leave. 

After a few minutes you hear the chimes ringing. You heave a sigh, you weren’t sure you could look at him for one more second. Days spent telling yourself you have moved on, and Jongin is left far behind in your life. All the years you spent with him are a bittersweet memory, the one you wanna forget so it can ease the pain. But in the middle of the night you crawl to the discarded phone on the floor, opening his images, sobbing to the love that would have been the love of your life if only you weren’t ambitious. If only you didn’t want different things from life. 

You are glad your lie worked, he found someone else. Someone who could love him the way he deserves, even if that someone wasn’t you. It was fine, you could try to live with that. At least one of you is happy. 

—

No matter how much you pacified yourself you couldn’t forget them. Does he like her more than you? Does she know he likes to cuddle? Likes when you pat his head after a long day? And he can’t eat anything bitter? He hates seeing women cry? He hates keeping secrets, especially the ones kept from him even if it's a surprise? He hates having his bed empty when woke up. And his hands find yours in the middle of night tugging you in his arms. 

You tumble across the bed hoping these thoughts go away. The comparison, the analyzing of his kiss he gave her, and the ones you used to receive. You don’t think you can handle seeing him love someone more than he did you. You can’t live a life where you constantly diagnose every move of his, receive hate from the entire town, and hate yourself for something you did thinking you were protecting yourself.

You have to leave first thing in the morning. One more look at him, you will run into his arms begging for him to forgive you and take you back. And that no goals or aspirations are greater than him. You are willing to go wherever he goes. You are ready to kill a part of yourself for him. 

The tears dried up on your cheeks, you stared at the frozen window listening to the snowfall. You lift your head in alert hearing a creak, the darkness engulfs your room completely, and you have no energy left to find where your phone is. Resting your head on the pillow, your fluttering close as sleep consumes you. 

The door opens with a creak, you jolt up in the bed ready to scream. A hand cups your mouth preventing you from calling for help. And then you realize who it is. First the scent of his musk perfume dwarfs you in memories of you gifting it one day and he never looked back. His signature scent. Second the roughness of his palms, and third the sneaking in. He always snuck in every night, asking for cuddles and he promised he would leave before your parents woke up. 

Jongin.

You grab his hand from your lips assuring him that you aren’t gonna scream. The bed creaks from his weight, he settles before you, a breadth away from your face. His hands fall into his lap, his knee nudging yours over the comforter. His scent drowns all of your questions momentarily, the need to nuzzle in his chest becomes unbearable. 

“Why?” His voice is a whisper, one with the sounds of snow, you lean closer to listen. “Why, now? Two years. I waited for two years.” His angry hold on your chin jerks you up. “I was happy. With her.” His fingertips press into your cheeks, a jab of pain coursing through your body. “And then you came in.” 

His hands trail to your neck searching for your chain, he tugs on it holding on to the ring once it is out of your shirt. “And I see this. Someone who moved on won’t be wearing the ring her ex proposed with.” 

A flash of light from the window illuminates your room. His eyes are red, tears brimming. He is closer than you could feel, his lips hovering over yours. Pain, and hurt in his words crumbles your insides. You destroyed a man who gave you nothing but love. 

“Jongin…” You hold on to his cheek. He flinches away from your touch. You drop your hands to your lap, curling them. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t expect you to come to the bakery. I am really sorry.”

He lets out a laugh. “Sorry.” He lets go of your chain. “Do you think sorry can fix me?”

You reach out for his hands in his lap. “Jongin.. Please,” your voice trembles from suppressing a cry. 

“A sorry for leaving me on the altar–” you feel wet drops falling on your hands “–leaving me? After fifteen years of love? Sorry can fix my endless nights of tossing around wondering what did I do to deserve this from you? You, who knows me in and out, the one who sailed through ebbs and flow, and still you left me.” 

“I–” 

“I was lonely!” He spats, pushing you away. “I was lonely, I was going crazy. I couldn’t get out of bed, I couldn’t even brush. And you were in a city, posting pictures of how beautiful your life was there. I was dying here. Anywhere I go all I see is you.” 

“I’m sorry.” A sob escapes your lips. “I am really sorry, Jongin.”

“And I got to know you found someone else.” His voice is shaky, “I couldn’t believe it. You, my baby, in love with someone that is not me? I can’t believe it. I waited, and waited, hoping and dreaming you would realize that it was me all you needed. And you never came. Did you forget me?”

You are conflicted. Should you confess or let him believe that you moved on. He has a girl, he moved on and no one has to know that all of your acts are a lie, and you were miserable in the new city, and you were slowly dying. But you couldn’t go back to him, not when he couldn’t even grasp your feelings then. 

“It took me time,” you lie, “but I started liking other things.” 

“Liar.” He grabs your chain, pulling you in. “Tell me more lies.” He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, his lips brushing over yours. “Tell me.”

Your brain short circuits at the proximity. It’s been so long, the feeling of him is driving you crazy. Your eyes flutter shut, “I don’t love–” 

He crashes his lips on yours, drowning your lies. He nips and bites your lower lip. “And?” He whispers in between. 

“I’m serious,” you pant, “I have a boyfriend back home.”

“What did you say to him when he asked about this ring?” He rests his forehead on yours. “What lie did you create now?” His hand slips under your tee, holding on to your waist. 

You stare at his lips, listening to his heavy breaths. The kisses and his touches cracked your brain wiring, the need inside you absolutely feral. You want him. You need him. His question is not registering in your mind as your hands slip around his waist in a habit. He sucks in a breath, moving back sitting on the bed comfortably allowing you to sit on his lap. 

You settle on his lap, peppering kisses on his neck, gripping his hair. You missed him. Missed the feel of his arms around you. You inhale his scent, happy pheromones releasing inside you. Home. You are finally home. 

His hand spreads in your hair, tugging at your strands pulling you away from his neck. “Answer me.” He tugs it hard, “what did your boyfriend say when you had my ring on you while he fucked?” 

“I—” It stings when he pulls your hair harder. 

“Did he touch you?”

He pulls you closer, your fingers brush his tear stained cheeks. Your heart aches knowing you were the reason for his pain over the years. 

“Why does it matter to you?” Your voice is a whisper, “this is wrong, Jongin.” You touch is his lips one last time, some sense coming back to you. “You have a girlfriend. She seems sweet.” 

You press your knees on bed, attempting to slide off of him. He tugs you back, shaking his head. 

“Jongin..” tears fall down incessantly on your cheeks. “Please. Stop making it hard.” 

“I broke up with her.” He confesses, his lips at your neck. “I don’t have anyone. I can’t have anyone else.” He grips your back in a tight hold, “you don’t know how much I hate you. I wanted to kill you when I saw you and also,” he hesitates, “I wanted to hold you, feel you.” 

He cups your cheek, “you are rooted in my life, my soul. No one is you. No one can love me like you do. I want you back, even when you left me alone. I was an ass. I shouldn’t have rushed you. It was my mistake too. Please come back to me.” 

[jongbross]

j, who do you think in exo has a praise kink and who likes to give praises to their partners during sex? like the thought of kyungsoo calling me a good girl makes me sdfghjhgfds hahaha

giving praise:

junmyeon - lives for calling you good girl/boy and to praise the way you're squeezing him so right.

baekhyun - likes to talk during sex, so he's either dirty talking or praising you.

jongdae - another one who loves to talk during sex, might as well praise you then (and he has the best praising game i'm afraid).

kyungsoo - not much of a talker, but when he doms he likes to give you feedback on how you're doing; will definitely call you a brat if he has to, though.

receiving praise:

minseok - you don't have to do it all the time, but he enjoys sometimes.

yixing - cums faster whenever you tell him how great he's doing.

jongin - oh my lord for the love of god tell him he's a good boy!! tell him how great he's making you feel!!!!

sehun - bingo. he's the one who has praise kink up there in his top 3, it makes him go deeper and harder.

50/50:

chanyeol - the answer is yes.

[haechanhues]

A Different Fourth-Inning

pairing : boy-dad!chanyeol x mum!reader

genre : slice of life. nothing really about the relationship except that you have kids together and in a happy relationship.

warnings : none.

word count : 0.227 words

summary : chanyeol, proud boy dad faces his most difficult task of fatherhood yet.

Chanyeol with his big hands, scarred by hardwork and the weight of his three sons that wish for him to be a little rougher than you. A little more of a racket, holds this bundle so gently. 

The tears well in his eyes as he takes a look at his baby girl. 

A girl. 

Oh rejoice. A boy dad gets a taste of his baby girl and instantly melts in a puddle he thought was impossible. 

The boys had their time with their sister, boisterous creatures turning into boys that are gentle and protective. Who are caring and loving. Who love their mother with freshly dried hair and wet older brother kisses. 

Chanyeol, the confident giant, timid for the first time when he first appears in the doorway. Only spurred on by your reassuring smile, and the tears welled in his eyes as he rightfully held his girl in his arms for the first time. 

“Hey baby,” A trained softness to him, a little jerky but no doubt will be smoothed by time, “It’s your Appa.” 

And when his girl smiles at him, with eyes that look like you when he first fell in love with you. With skin so soft. He can’t help but cry and cry. Silent promises of protection, of love and of care. 

Chanyeol, proud boy dad of three, becomes proud girl dad too. 

[aqupistau]

— ☕️ⸯⸯ : the way back home﹙bbh﹚

warning: mentions of alcohol (but it's just wholesome fluff)

genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

pairing: byun baekhyun x gn!reader

word count: 0.97k (edited)

synopsis. "if i were a sleepy sea otter and you were also a sleepy sea otter, would you hold my hand so that we won't float away from each other?"

Baekhyun wasn't the greatest soldier alive when it came to alcohol tolerance; he himself had great self-awareness of it. This resulted in him never drinking furthermore in your presence once he knew he was tipsy. At first, you didn't mind this at all, although, after receiving the first-ever emergency call from one of his friends, this changed your mind.

The call consisted of the first few seconds of a proper conversation with the said friend, and then a minute later to Baekhyun stealing the phone, who was then drunkenly flirting with you. Clearly losing the battle between alcohol and his sobriety.

Baekhyun's friend that called you, who seemingly was the only person sober, got his phone back and pleaded you to get him ASAP before he lost his marbles dealing with a bunch of lousy drinkers.

You obliged, mindlessly arriving at the destination a lot quicker than you thought, almost snickering at the thought of a crimson-cheeked boyfriend just smiling like a fool at you. Junmyeon, the caller, his face of weariness turned into a relieved one as he greeted you at the front door, booming noises of drunken men singing karaoke inside and the strong smell of assorted liquor exuding from him.

"Hi, Y/N! Here to pick up Baekhyun, right?" he questioned, which honestly sounded more like it had only one valid answer.

"Yes, though it looks like I'll be spoiling his fun if I pick him up while all of you are having so much fun." You politely replied just for formality.

Junmyeon chuckled and firmly added, dead in the eyes, begging, "I promise you that you aren't. Please come inside, Y/N. Please?"

"Y/N? Is that Y/N? Y/N!" A familiar bright, boyish voice slurred in excitement from the inside. You looked at Junmyeon for assurance, and he nodded, encouraging you to enter the living room. You gulped in nervousness, thinking of how to deal with the new kind of Baekhyun you'd never met before. It was like helplessly walking on a field of tall grass full of wild Pokemons.

Before leaving your shared home with Baekhyun, you've researched the effects of alcohol, and one struck you: repressed emotions and thoughts will be set free in a drunken state. You weren't sure if that was true since no reliable sources proved this fact, but you still wondered, almost in a way of contemplation. Doubtful if you can even deal with a wasted Baekhyun.

"It's me, Baek—Oh my god."

There he was. And you were right about one thing: his cheeks would go red when he was drunk but based from the research about repressed feelings when in a drunken state, you can tell that this Baekhyun will be a handful.

"Y/N~" The last syllable of your name dragged on as he attempted to wiggle up from his seat. "I missed you so much, Y/N." You quickly ran up to support him from standing, relieved that you caught him on time.

"But we were together like… four hours ago, baby." He nodded in reply.

"Exactly." Oh, well.

After bidding goodbye to the rest of his friends, who were thrilled to see you, you got help from Junmyeon to put Baekhyun on the passenger seat, bidding him farewell and good luck as you set off to go back home.

Surprisingly, the first couple of minutes of the drive were quiet, and your boyfriend was just sleeping peacefully, thankfully, not causing a ruckus silently. You didn't try to pry him from his peace and just continued driving, waiting for him to mumble anything you could tease him about once he woke up. You admired this very moment of comfortable silence, wondering of the antics that would happen by the next morning and planning to prepare ahead a good hangover soup to lighten the weight of your lover.

"Baby?" He's awoken.

"Yes?"

"Can I hold your hand? It's quite cold," he requested groggily.

"I can't, baby. I'm driving us back home."

"Oh...then, can I borrow your jacket?" Baekhyun tested again, opting for a different consolation.

"Yes, of course. It's on the backseat, Baek."

He struggles to look for it in the back seat, carefully but clumsily putting his arms inside the armholes of the jacket when he does.

A few minutes pass, and he complains again, "...I still wanna hold your hand, Y/N."

"Let's hold hands when we're under a stop light, okay?" You turned the car to the highway, and coincidentally, the red light from the traffic light stopped you. In reaction, Baekhyun reached out for your hand and interlocked his cold fingers with yours.

"Y/N?" he called out again.

"Yes?"

"Your hand is very warm. I love holding your hand."

You beamed with a snicker, looking down at your entwined hands. His hands that easily get cold and would always seek refuge for yours that were always cozy and warm. These hands that would always cup your cheeks and kiss you plushly in the wake of the morning. You noticed the difference of temperature of his and your hand, and you grasp slightly harder, attempting to warm his faster.

"I love holding your hand too, Baek."

The traffic lights turned green, and you gently removed your tightly held hand from him, leaving his hand to reach out to yours with dismay.

"Y/N?" Baekhyun asks for you again from just a few miles.

"Mhm?" You hummed softly, never troubled by his constant wants to hear your voice and attention even if he asks for the vainest demands.

"I need you to answer a question."

"Sure."

"If I was a sleepy sea otter," he yawned, the sign of the need to sleep displaying, "And you were also a sleepy sea otter…."

"Will you hold my hand so we'll not drift away from each other when we're sleeping?"

"Baek?" It was your turn to ask, "You do know that we always snuggle when we sleep, right?"

"...Oh. Then, can I hold you all night when we're finally home?" There were remotely a small number of cars driving, so you turned the car, almost near your home and took the opportunity, interlocking the hand that rested on his thigh with yours, holding it near your lips, and kissed lovingly the back of his hand.

"When it involves loving you, then it's always a yes."

© aqupistau. all rights reserved. ↬ masterlist

[dilxcc]

ordinary days ᡣ𐭩 doh kyungsoo

domestic fluff, living the best life with kyungsoo, hes so in love with you tbh, grammatical error

kyungsoo x reader!

a/n this was totally not inspired by his song. also, testing if it was just a new account thing or my fic really sucks and people dont read it 💀 this was also posted at @jonginbear

the soft humming of kyungsoo as he danced around in the kitchen, cooking to his heart's content. he was alone in your apartment while you were out at work. despite your absence, he still showed up at your apartment, wanting to try out a new recipe he had come up with last night.

it explained why his eyes has a light dark circle.

the clanking sounds that came from the kitchen utensils filled the quietness. it calmed his excited heart from bursting. not a while later, he finished up his cooking and started to wash the dishes.

it was always like this with kyungsoo. your house was always tidied up whenever he's around. he couldn't stand seeing how disoriented you are.

the soft click from the door perked his ears up. it was just in time that he had finished setting up the table. your nose immediately picked up the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "hey," kyungsoo smiled, his wet hands were wiped clean on the apron that he has yet to take off. his cute dimples showing from smiling too hard.

"hey," you returned his smile. he walked up to you and kissed your cheeks. "what did you cook?" you asked softly, taking off your coat and threw it on the couch. "a new pasta recipe," he said proudly. "i made it more spicy for you," he said, pulling out the chair for you. you gratefully took a sit all the while watching him take off his apron.

kyungsoo sat across the table, ready to eat his newly made recipe.

after dinner, both of you sat on the couch, huddled up close to each other and feeling content. you lay your head on his chest, wanting to listen to his calm heartbeat. his arm were wrapped securely around your waist and he nuzzled his nose in your hair.

likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated <3

© dilxcc

[huihuiheart]

Seduction - EXO - Sehun Drabble

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Pairing: Sehun x FemReader

Warnings: Cursing, dom Sehun, lingerie, use of fucking machine, bondage, implied oral (male rec)

Word Count: 551

“Why not tonight?” You pout at your boyfriend from where you’re settled on your knees on the bed, “I’m even wearing something pretty.”

Your words get your boyfriend to fully take you in, Sehun is quick to look away sucking in a breath after seeing you in a blush teddy, little frills dancing around your hips. He feels his cock twitching in interest despite his earlier words.

“Babe I’m serious… we have to be up too early to be playing games like this.” His pointed glare doesn’t make you back down though, squirming as you only pout further gaze flicking between him and the machine he recently purchased for you both. “No. You know that we always get carried away especially when trying something new.” 

“Does it look like I fucking care?” You huff, arms crossing. You knew he was right and that if you went down this path you’d both be walking zombies the next morning, but you didn’t care in the slightest not with how tempting the thought of being fucked by that machine under his control was.

Sehun’s eye twitches at both your tone of voice and use of expletives before snapping and then pointing at the ground in front of him. That was all it took for you to scramble into the spot he pointed at nearly skinning your knees with how fast you slid into position. Practically vibrating as his hand grips your jaw, squishing your cheeks, his anger only exciting you even more. 

“I’m disappointed in you baby. You know better.” He tsks, and shakes his head, “So, so much better. Guess I’ll just have to snap you out of it.” 

When he walks away you want to watch after him, but you know better than to do so. After all, you only wanted to get him worked up enough to get what you wanted, not to have everything taken away. When Sehun returns you feel him instead of seeing him. The man kneels behind you and pulls your arms together before you feel rope securing them like that. Sehun then helped you shift so that he could tie your legs bent as he often did when he didn’t want you able to run anywhere.

“It’s not too tight is it?” He softens up a little as he always does when he first ties you up, wanting to confirm he hadn’t done anything wrong. When you confirm it’s fine though he goes back to how he had been only seconds before. Moving you face down, cheek pressed against the rug as he doesn’t even bother to get you somewhere comfortable. Moving to pull the machine behind you making your heart shutter in anticipation he gets everything ready only to be a menace not only with the slow pace he sets but also you realize in how he positioned you, setting you up to barely get any of the fake cock on the machine. Your whining makes him smirk, watching how you try and fail to push yourself back for a few minutes before settling in front of you. Sehun helps you lean up as he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out and tapping your lips painting them with his leaking precum.

“Be good to me and I’ll untie you so you can fuck yourself.”

[multidoluv]

→ ChanYeol x Fem!Reader

❥ Synopsis: ChanYeol faces a difficult situation when his girlfriend has to pretend to be married to JongDae for an episode of We Got Married.

❥ Word count: 0.5k

❥ Warnings: Jealousy.

❥ Request: Yes.

spanish version ‧ masterlist

With every broadcast, ChanYeol couldn’t help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over him at some point, even though he knew it was all part of the show. A pang of envy struck him as he watched JongDae share those moments with the person he loved, unconcerned about the rumors that might arise due to the show’s concept.

Those negative emotions started to worry him, especially when all of EXO was invited to a special episode. The "newlyweds’" house was opened, and together, they took a brief tour of the place.

"We cooked for you," the woman announced as she searched for the dishes in the kitchen.

"Really? Did Chen participate?" BaekHyun asked, feigning surprise.

"Is it edible?" SeHun joked, provoking a mix of complaints and whining from the man in question.

"It is!" he assured, bringing the main dish to the table.

She laughed and intervened, assuring them that nothing tasted bad and that she had overseen the entire preparation. JongDae puffed out his chest, proud, and scolded them, while ChanYeol played deaf and blind to avoid the annoying ticklish feeling in his stomach.

For fifteen minutes, the event went smoothly, but halfway through lunch, the guys started asking and teasing about their relationship, which only worsened his feelings. The man tried to stay calm and engage naturally, but he couldn't help but let slip a comment filled with disdain.

"Is it fun playing with my girlfriend?"

More than one person choked on their drink, staring at him in confusion and surprise. The program's staff fell into a deathly silence as the woman paled, her lips slightly parted.

"What?" JongDae inquired, thinking he had misheard.

"I asked if it's fun playing with my girlfriend."

"Are you serious?" JongIn intervened, leaning over the table.

"Didn't you know? We've been together for months," he explained without shame, his anger still too strong for him to try and correct himself or salvage the moment.

Several eyes frantically scanned the room, looking for something to do. The woman, visibly overwhelmed, placed a hand on her forehead, trying to calm herself before turning to the producer.

"Are you going to air this?" she asked, inadvertently confirming the statement.

"We can edit it…"

"No, leave it as it is. It's time for it to be known," ChanYeol said, dismissing the option with a gesture.

"Are you crazy? Do you think this is the right time?" she growled, crossing her legs and arms.

Noticing the tone of his partner, the man seemed to become aware and started to reflect.

"Well, since we're all gathered..." he replied uncertainly, not wanting to make the irreparable worse.

A brief silence settled in the room until one of the eldest decided to take control of the situation.

"Your marriage is a sham," BaekHyun declared.

"What? What are you saying?" JongDae responded, choosing to play along with that familiar whine of his.

As the guys tried to lighten the mood, the real couple exchanged silent glances, tense and nervous. She raised an eyebrow, while ChanYeol flashed a wide, apologetic smile. He knew that, thanks to his jealousy, this would be the most popular episode.

[aqupisrecs]

[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : KAI / KIM JONG-IN

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Going Live > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Kisses #1 > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sweet Cherry ft. Taemin > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Home Alone > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dumbification/Degradation > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Confession > </ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Play Time > </ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Barista Boy > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Yes, Sir ft. Sehun > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Martymachlia > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Incubus > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀We Found Love > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Heat Wave > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sleepy S*x > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Daddy > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dirty > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Flirty Drunk > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Watching Jongin Masturb*te > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Too Hot to Handle > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sinner > </ ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Kim Jongin as a Boyfriend > </ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dad EXO Headcanon: A-Z > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀6:51 AM > </ ✰ ⚘ >

Updated [ 2023 - July - 16 ]

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[jonglo]

Hello:) can i request one where the reader finds out she’s pregnant before Sehun’s enlistment? And she’s scared but his reaction is really cute and happy ♥️

an: once again work has been killing me sorry for the late response.

Best Time

I hope Sehun will be seen off well for his enlistment. I can't wait for him to come back. We will miss him <3

warnings: none

genre: fluff and angst

The first snow of December fell past your windows as the world around you froze while your eyes stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hands. What you have been praying wasn't true was unfolding right before your eyes. There couldn't have a worser time for this to happen to you.

A couple weeks before, you had begun feeling a bit unwell. Starting with a couple of headaches and fatigue. This of course progressed to feelings of nausea. With the winter coming, you passed this off as the flu. That was until you had missed your cycle. Well it just so happened that after putting off the test for weeks, you finally decided to take it the day Sehun found it appropriate to announce his enlistment. You felt the anxiety rush through your body as you stared at the two bright red lines. The silence engulfed you as your hands began to shake with fear. Doubt immediately started to take over your mind as the thought that Sehun would be upset and not present for the child came over you. After what felt like an eternity, you were finally able to snap out of your trance and decided to hide the test in the back of the medicine cabinet. Allowing one big event at a time.

A couple days go by and Sehun becomes increasingly concerned with your behavior. The constant stress whenever he starts a sentence with "Babe, Can I ask you a question?" showing through your demeanor. The constant pressure of having to mask your symptoms just to ease the burden of his enlistment. In truth, you were not only scared of this situation interrupting Sehun's wish for an easy dismissal but how this would impact the child. You wanted to tell him the news but no moment felt right. You constantly felt like a burden to his plan.

You managed to keep this secret for 3 days before Sehun came to confront you about this new behavior.

"Hey, is everything alright? You just seem very antsy recently.. Is it about the whole military thing?" He asked as he sat next to you on the sofa, genuine sincerity veiling his face.

"Oh yeah, it's just a big change from what I am used to." you spat out to quickly change topic.

"You know, I'm not going to be gone that long, my position is special. The whole social service thing is different." He responds before placing a soft hand on your back. This action causing for a strong emotion to arise.

"Im sorry.." you mumbled looking down in your lap, tears beginning to swell in your eyes. This left Sehun staring at you with a tilted head.

"For what? Already missing this handsome face? That's a given.." He rolls his eyes as a playful smile appears on his face.

"No.. keeping this secret from you." You mutter while wiping the tears from your eyes and chuckling softly at his joke. He watched as you stood up and headed to the bathroom to get the test. When you returned, you slowly placed the positive test in his hand and sat back anxiously and studied his face.

"Oh my god.." He mumbled as he stared at the test, causing for you to feel sick to your stomach in fear. You quickly jumped to explain yourself.

"Im sorry for keeping this from you. I know its a terrible time to bring this up and I know it ruins the whole enlistment process but I hope you aren't mad about this.. I wanted to tell you but there was no right time for this. I just couldn't bring myself to-" You rambled until you heard Sehun's voice interrupt you.

"Oh my god!" His eyes jolted to meet with your own. "I'm going to be a father!" His eyes jumped between yours and your stomach as his excitement rushed out.

"So you aren't mad about the timing...?" You muttered, taking time to adapt to his reaction.

"Mad? This is the best timing possible! I'm on the base for like a week then home for 2 years with no active promotions. I'm free to bother you and the baby every day!" He says, grabbing your wrists and shaking them with utter joy. "Like I don't think you understand... I'm going to be a father!" He shouts before flashing you a bright smile. You chuckle in response as you watch him express every ounce of joy in his body.

"Oh my god... I have to call and tell Jongdae that i'm a better father than him!" He yells before placing a lot of wet kisses on your face, making sure to place some on your stomach as well.

He jumps up and skips to the bedroom just to share his announcement as a way to prove his greatness. You felt like 20 lbs had been lifted off of your chest as his reaction proved to be the opposite of what you expected. This time as you sat with the pregnancy test, you were filled with delight instead of pure frustration and panic. These next two years were going to be filled with bliss as long as Sehun was by your side.

From the sofa you heard the sounds of Sehun boasting about his fathering excellence, which only made you so much more confident and excited for the future of this small family.

[baekhyunsbestie]

PLEASE LISA giving baekhyun a hj/bj while he plays video games PLEASEEEEE

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | gamer!baekhyun x f!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

the glow from his monitor casts sharp blue shadows across his face, jaw tight with focus, fingers flying across his keyboard like second nature. headset on, voice low and casual as he chats with teammates, completely unaware of what’s coming for him.

you’re already sliding down to your knees, sinking beneath the desk without a word. it starts innocent—your hands grazing up his thighs, slow and deliberate, nails lightly scraping over the soft fabric of his sweats. he stiffens slightly, eyes flicking down for half a second before returning to the screen.

“babe,” he warns under his breath, a hint of laughter curling in his tone. “don’t start.”

but you’re already nosing at his crotch, pressing your lips against the bulge growing under the thin fabric. his breath stutters, fingers faltering for a millisecond before he recovers, clearing his throat and speaking into the mic like nothing’s happening.

“n-nah, ’m good. just—uh, repositioning.”

bullshit.

you hook your fingers into the waistband and tug, slowly, teasingly, pulling his sweats and briefs down just far enough for his cock to spring free—half-hard and already twitching. the sight alone makes your mouth water.

“f-fuck,” he mutters, barely audible over the game sounds.

you lean in and give him a long, slow lick from base to tip, tongue flat and wet, savoring the taste of his skin. his legs tense immediately, knees parting wider like he’s offering himself up without realizing it. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him with lazy precision, watching him swell quickly in your hand.

his voice cracks mid-callout.

“shit—uh, my bad. lag.”

he’s trying so hard to hold it together, but his body’s giving him away—shoulders rigid, hips shifting closer, one hand dropping beneath the desk to tangle in your hair. his fingers tighten as you take him into your mouth, lips parting to swallow him down, inch by inch, until he’s heavy on your tongue and your throat stretches around him.

“jesus christ,” he hisses through his teeth.

you start slow, hollowing your cheeks, pulling back just to swirl your tongue around the head. the wet sounds echo softly beneath the desk, nearly drowned out by the clicking of his mouse—but you can hear his breath stutter, feel the tremble in his thighs.

“baby,” he whispers, voice strained. “you’re gonna make me fuck up my kd.”

you hum around him, the vibration making him jolt. his grip tightens in your hair, and when you glance up, he’s biting his lip hard, eyes locked on the screen but unfocused now—completely unraveling.

“s-so what’s the strat for next round?” he asks into the mic, trying to sound normal, even though his voice has dropped an octave and his jaw’s clenched like he’s fighting for his life.

you pick up your pace—slick, filthy sounds filling the space between you. your hand pumps what your mouth can’t reach, saliva coating his length, dripping messily down your chin. his cock twitches against your tongue every time you gag softly around him, the wet heat of your mouth too much to handle.

“shit, baby—slower,” he grits out beneath his breath. “you’re not playing fair.”

you pull off with a soft pop, lips shiny, eyes wicked.

“thought you liked a challenge,” you murmur, licking a stripe along his shaft before sinking back down, this time taking him deeper, pushing your limits until tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

he shudders violently, mic suddenly muted with a sharp click. “fuckin' shit,” he groans, head dropping back against the chair. “you’re such a tease.”

you moan softly around him, feeling him throb as he gets closer—hips twitching, muscles coiled tight. he’s losing it, unraveling beneath your mouth, his game completely forgotten now as you drag him straight to the edge.

“ya want it that bad, huh?” he rasps, voice thick with arousal. “just had to get on your knees like a needy little slut while i’m streaming?”

you nod, sucking him harder, faster, letting him use your mouth exactly how he likes. the moment he starts to lose control, you feel it—his cock pulsing wildly, thighs shaking as a broken moan slips past his lips.

“fuck, i’m—shit—don’t stop,” he gasps, yanking the mic off completely just as he spills down your throat, hot and overwhelming, his hand gripping your hair like a lifeline as you take every drop.

he slumps back in his chair, chest heaving, sweat at his temples, a dazed little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you pull off with a soft, wet pop, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and licking your lips with that innocent, smug little smile that always drives him insane.

you crawl out from under the desk like nothing happened.

he blinks at you, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, headset dangling off one ear.

“…you’re evil,” he mutters, voice rough and wrecked.

you just grin. “you won your game, didn’t you?”

he groans, tossing his headset on the desk.

“i’ma wreck you later.”

you lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “promise?”

[mybiasisexo]

may i request 50 for the drabble game please? feel free to make it a pt 2 of personal trainer yeol 😂 but up to your creative flow! thank you 🩵

Distracted pt. 2 -- Cardio 🏃🏻‍♂️

Part 1 Genre: smut | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.4k Warnings: language | explicit sexual scenes

a/n: i feel like you dont have to read pt 1 if you dont want to, but it does add some context 😇. imma be honest...this was hard asf 😭. im not v confident in writing smut lol i get so nervous 😂 im just a girl ok?!??!! but yeaaah i hope it quenches yall thirsts cause youre obv THIRSTYYYY 💦😂 and if its bad just lie and tell me i did good lmfaoo

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Two days passed before you’re back at the gym. When you found Chanyeol, he informed you it was a cardio day and left you to it.

Your anxiety soared while you struggled to climb the stair master. He told you to do forty minutes, so he must hate you. You were going to have to get a new trainer, huh? Hell, at this rate, a whole new gym! If you’d known this was how your relationship with Chanyeol would be after taking his offer, you would’ve declined it. Better yet, he should’ve never offered in the first place!

Personally, you didn’t regret what happened. It felt like the shaken bottle of your shared desire finally exploded. Actually, you did have one regret, and that was the fact you’d had only a taste—literally for Chanyeol—of that desire.

Still, you understood if Chanyeol had any qualms about the situation. He was your trainer after all. Eating your client out on company time probably wasn’t the best move. The distance he was currently giving you was telling. He rarely made you do cardio, and when you did it was for warm up. Was this his way of telling you that was a one-off thing? Was he silently hoping you wouldn’t show up? Despite the burning in your thighs, you pressed on even harder, needing a distraction from your racing thoughts.

“Too much?” The deep voice caused your lower abdomen to burn. Checking behind you, you saw Chanyeol moseying in your direction. Your forty minutes was up and you were now dragging your stiff legs to the locker room.

“I’ve never been on that thing longer than five minutes,” you whined. “And I might’ve pushed myself too hard. My thighs feel like they’re about to pop.”

He winced and followed you into the room. You plopped onto a bench with a sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you relished in your relief.

Your body tensed back up at the sensation of hands on your calf. You whipped your head forward, eyes sprang open to the vision of Chanyeol kneeling in front of you.

“What are—oh!” Your question turned into a moan as his thick fingers started messaging your sore muscles.

“We don’t want them to get too sore, now do we?” He murmured, focused entirely on your legs.

You melted under his hands and fought the little sensual sounds his innocent touch elicited from you. He worked on your calves first, slowly venturing higher to your painfully tight thighs. You knew he had to feel the goosebumps prickling your skin in answer to his ministrations, but he remained silent as he worked, and you wondered if this was his attempt at an apology. Well, you’d take it. It felt way too good not to.

“I’ve never done a day of straight cardio,” you said, breeching the topic of your concern.

Chanyeol sighed heavily. “I thought it would be best for today….”

“So that you could leave me alone?” You questioned.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But not for the reason you’re thinking.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He finally lifted his head and your breath caught at the sight. Chanyeol looking up at you from between your legs had your last shared memory come to mind, where he was in a very similar position.

A grin lifted a corner of his mouth, as if he knew where your mind had gone, and it only proved the point he was about to make.

“If your pouting throughout your workout was any indicator, I imagine you think I regret what happened between us.”

A thrill shot through you at the word: us. You tried your best to hide your pleasure before the man in front of you could notice.

“You don’t?” You asked. “Because I understand if you do. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I can get a new trainer or even go to a diff—ow!”

He’d put too much pressure on a particularly sore spot. He threw you a deceptively innocent look. “There was a knot.”

You scoffed. He ignored you, answering your question instead. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, there’s no need to do that. Just because I licked your pussy doesn’t mean I can’t be professional.”

Your fingers curled around the bench as a wave of arousal swept over you. You let out a breathless laugh. “That’s a very professional thing to say.”

He shrugged. “If you want a different trainer, I won’t stop you. I did cross a line.”

He switched thighs. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”

That shocked you. He was avoiding your stare, concentrating on the thigh he was rubbing. You could sense the sincerity of his words, his vulnerability. You knew you weren’t going to trade trainers. It was only the doubt on his end that spurred the suggestion in the first place.

“Why?”

He peeked up at you, his fingers dangerously close to your now throbbing apex.

“Because I like you.”

You blanched. “You do?!”

He laughed at you. “How can I not? You’re silly—”

“I beg your pardon?”

“—And pretty, and mean—”

“When have I ever been mean to you?” You asked skeptically.

“You haven’t heard the way you talk to me at the end of core day. Plus, you have a glare that could scare the devil.”

That made your back straighten with pride. “Damn right I do.”

“It’s sexy,” he assured. “Everything about you is sexy, it’s unfair. And the most unfair thing of all?”

He bent his head down and pressed his lips to your knee. The tender action trapped your breath in your lungs. He peeked up at you from under his lashes. “You taste just like honey.”

“I do?” You choked out.

He nodded, pressing another kiss above his last. “It’s all I can think about. That’s the reason I sent you off to cardio. I feared I wouldn’t be able to control myself from begging you for another taste.”

He bit the fat of your thigh, dragging his teeth over the tender flesh. The sharp sting of his teeth had you gasping, your hips rolling slightly.

“I knew I’d end up here,” he groaned to himself. He stared up at you with pleading eyes. “So, can I? Taste you again? Let me make up for torturing you today, hmm?”

He kissed up your thigh. When he reached the joint of your hip, you shoved him hard enough for him to fall backwards. He caught himself from sprawling on the floor and looked at you in bewilderment. For a brief moment, you acknowledged that your workouts with him had been paying off if you could knock him over now.

“No.”

“No?” He repeated as if he’d misheard you.

Smirking, you crossed a leg over the other. “I think I deserve a bigger reward. For all my efforts today.”

He didn’t comprehend at first, but then understanding flashed on his face. Still, he remained silent, reluctant to answer in case he was wrong.

“What do you think?” You urged. Your gaze flickered to his crotch and a low grumble rumbled from within his chest.

“If you think that’s what you deserve….”

“I do.”

“Then it’s yours.”

You bit your lip in excitement as he stood up. He hovered over you, reaffirming just how big he was. You’d have to tilt your head allllll the way back to look into his eyes. You wouldn’t know though, because you were too busy reaching for the band of his shorts, thankful that all you had to do was pull them down.

He grabbed your hands before you could yank the offensive barrier off.

“So eager,” he chuckled. You quickly swallowed the whine you were about to let out, refusing to prove another of his points. You decided a glare would send a better message.

“Scary.” He pretended to quake in fear before cupping your chin, tilting your head up as he bent down to bring your lips together for a passionate kiss. It’s wet and all tongue, as if he was settling on these lips to satiate his yearning.   

You made out for a while, until you grew impatient. You wanted to return the favor for last time. You’d tried, after he tore an intense orgasm from you, you’d reached for his shorts just as you had now, and he’d stopped you then as well. He’d promised that eating you out was enough, but it’d left you longing for him.

With him distracted by your mouth, you slithered your hands back to the band of his shorts and slowly dragged them to his mid-thigh. The action made him pull away so that he could narrow his eyes at you accusingly. It made you laugh, but the sight of his dick took away your humor. There was nothing funny about that. You grew intimidated by the size as it bounced in front of your face.

“What?” he asked, sounding rather smug. “Having second thoughts, Sweetie?”

“Absolutely not.” You wasted no more time putting Chanyeol into your mouth the best you could. Your determination made him chuckle, but the feeling of your tongue swiping across his sensitive skin left him groaning. Tears blurred your vision from your effort, but it didn’t deter you. Chanyeol soon took the reins, holding himself up with one hand against the lockers behind you, his other hand holding the back of your head to keep it steady so that he could fuck himself into your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he huffed. He decided to test your limits by shoving himself in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Immediately, you’re gagging around him and his head fell back. “I knew you could take all of me. So good. You feel so good. Shit.”

You couldn’t help but moan from his praises, fighting the urge to play with yourself. The sound vibrated around him, causing his hips to jerk, sinking deeper into you.

He dragged himself out. “Shit. I need to be in you.”

“Fucking finally,” you coughed.

He barked a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to suck me off.”

“True.” You sighed dreamily. He shook his head and started undressing. You followed suite, eager to get to the main event.

When you’re standing in front of him completely naked, he took a few steps back to get a good look. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”

The compliment made you light up. It was so genuine and sweet, it made you want to please him even more. “Then touch me.”

He obliged you straightaway. Large hands roamed your body, lips wandered the expanse of your neck and chest before settling on your lips.

Without breaking the kiss, Chanyeol lifted you up to lay you gently on the bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to do. He slid you towards the edge where he stood and practically squatted to line himself up to you.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked. He rubbed his cock against your soaked pussy distractedly as he awaited your consent.

You nodded quickly. “Yes. Dear god, yes, Chanyeol! I want this. I want you.”

“You want me?” You asked, teasingly.

“So bad,” you babbled. “Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me, Chanyeol. Now. Shit.”

His smile was so large, you swore you could see all of his teeth. “If you insist.”

Then he’s pushing into you. The stretch had your jaw dropping, had you holding onto the bench for dear life as he found a steady rhythm. His dick had you feeling crazy. Every thrust pushed a moan out your throat, as your head snapped from one side to the other, and words unintelligently left your swollen lips. All you could register in your lust ridden mind was him and the intense pleasure he selflessly gave. You’d never experienced anything like it. Chanyeol reached into your fucking soul, leaving you quaking from overstimulation. You wanted him to stop, needed a moment to gather yourself, but he wasn’t allowing you a moment of rest. You were too far gone to voice it anyway.

Little did you know, you were also too much for him. Too wet. Too warm. He’d imagined fucking you plenty of times, but the real thing was indescribable. Unlike anything he could’ve conjured up. You were beyond anything he could’ve conjured. “So perfect. You’re so perfect for me, Angel.”

He gathered you into his embrace, holding your damp body tightly against his own. Lifting you slightly off the bench, he picked up his pace. Your tortured sounds were now directly in his ear, tantalizing him. His strokes grew messy, fueled by a desperation that bridged onto the animalistic.

“I’m gonna come,” you urgently warned, but it wasn’t enough time. You were violently cumming as soon as you finished speaking. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you stiffened in Chanyeol’s arms. Toes and fingers curled as your head fell back, eyes rolling. You started squeezing him so damn tight he could barely move inside you.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, barely having enough time to pull out. He came on your lower stomach in intense spurts that had his hips jerking hard.

Depleted, he fell to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. His head rested against your thigh as he fought to catch his breath.

“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You’d been staring unseeingly at the ceiling since he pulled out, but his words brought you back to reality. “I think you killed me.”

He chuckled and spanked your thigh playfully. “Hurry up and shower. I owe you dinner.”

You struggled into a sitting position so that you could see him. He had a content lazy grin on his face, eyes nearly closed as he leaned against you looking so cute your heart started to ache. Feeling sentimental, you started combing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Like a date?”

He became thoughtful, lifting a finger to play with his cum dripping down your belly. His touch reignited your desire instantly, but you brushed it off.

“I would like it to be, yes.”

You’re absolutely beaming. “Okay. I’ll hurry.”

He backed away so that you could get up to head to the showers. Right before you entered, you turned to him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

He jumped off the floor, trailing after you with a mischievous grin. “And here I thought you hated cardio.”

[peachesvanilla]

Bad boy, Sad girl

Pairing: Kim Jongin x reader

genre: college au! popular!Jongin, fluff, romance

Warnings: none

Inspirations: Bad boy, sad girl by seulgi ft be'o' and a prompt list

“Oh my god!” I suppress my giggle reading the female lead antics. Cupping my mouth, I gasp. That didn’t happen just now. 

A thunder booms across the sky jolting me awake from the book. Heavy downpour of rain made it hard to decipher which is which on the road. I think that’s the reason for the usually busy cafe to be empty besides me. 

I sip on the hot chocolate, enjoying each sip under the well lit area, rain and thunder sounds, and I have my book. Isn’t this the perfect place for a reader? It’s heaven. 

“What are you reading?” Someone asks in my ear, startling the hell out of me. The hot chocolate spills on my hand and my skin burns from the hot content. “Fuck.” 

“Shit.” He stretches his long muscled arm to the next table and grabs some tissues. He gently pats the tissue on my hand. His long strands of hair poking his brown eyes, veins running down his tan arms makes my heart skip a beat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you.” 

His melodic voice calms my insides. But why does all of this feel like I have known him from somewhere, and that too known him so well. I tilt my head to the side trying to get a clear view of his face. He must have understood my struggle because he smiled, turning to me as he tended to my hand. 

The fuck is happening. This shouldn’t have been happening. He can’t be here out of all. 

“We-hel-hi!” I stumble for coherent words. Okay, how bad is it to remember a basic ‘hi’ brain?! “No, hi.” I gently smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Jongin.” 

His eyebrow shorts up, his lips tilting up in a smug grin. Of course. He didn’t even introduce himself and yet I know his name. Well if that doesn’t feed the ego of the bad boy of the university what will? 

“You know me.” That’s not even a question. “That’s unexpected.” He drags the chair from my table, turns it around and sits, resting his cheek on the back of the chair. “Stuck in the rain?”

I check the window, the rain water slides down the window glass in a heavy flow. My insides sing when a silent lightning lights up the whole sky. I close my eyes anticipating the sound. The loud rumble almost shakes up the cafe. My smile only grows bigger. 

“No.” I reply to Jongin. “I am enjoying the rain.”

He hums, his eyes shining under the fluorescent lights. His shirt is damp, so is his hair. If you squint one can see a water droplet sliding down his cheek slowly from his hair strand. He is still in the same brown t-shirt he was wearing during the classes. 

“What’s the book about?” He asks again, tapping his fingers on the said book. 

“Nothing of your interest.” I mumble, flipping the ends of the pages through my thumb. “Just a silly little romance.” The words are a lost whisper now. 

“Can I read the description?” He is already dragging the book out of my hand. His warm fingers brushing mine in a slow motion. “Romance is my forte.” He winks. 

Okay, my heart, stop the fuck down. I mean no don’t stop because I may die then but please do slow down. And butterflies in my stomach too. It’s a daily thing for him to wink or brush hands. Same as breathing. 

The little smile on his lips doesn’t disappear as his eyes slide down the description. His full lips, the bow on his upper lip fascinates me, how can one have beautiful lips? And seeing him laugh in live releases a thousand butterflies in a second. He opens a random page in the middle of the book. His eyebrow shots up to the roof, his eyes flicking to me, the spark in his eyes is mischievous. 

God, what page is he on? It’s a spicy book. How did I let the book slip away from me? I do an excellent job in hiding my guilty pleasure books from the outside world.

Maybe you were busy drooling at him. Or his lips. Or his smile. 

There’s no need to remind me of that fact, brain. Ugh, how to get my book back. I clasp on to the edge of my book, grabbing it. But his vice grip on it doesn’t make it easy as I thought it would be. 

“Give it back.” I ask, still pulling. 

“Wait.” He reads the contents in a hurry, “I’m on an interesting part.” 

“No.” I hold his wrist trying to pry away his iron grip on the book. “Please, Jongin.” 

He freezes in his movements for a second, I easily grab my book from him and stuff it into my tote bag. He watches my movements in interest, like a kid watches a cake in the oven. 

“You go to my university.” He plucks my id hanging on the tote bag. “Interesting picture.” 

My mood sullens at his words. “We go to the same class.” I snatch my ID back and stuff it into my bag. I don’t see his surprised face, and play with the half filled cup. 

I know he doesn’t know me. He is the Jongin who has half of the campus behind him(this is exaggeration but anyway). In my defense I even sat on the first bench at least he should have noticed in passing. But given the fact he rarely comes to the class and takes the back door often can make him miss her existence in the class. 

“Jongin! Hurry!” His friend, Kyungsoo, shouts from the entrance of the cafe. 

Jongin stands up from the chair, and rearranges it back into the table like a perfect gentleman. He waves to me, “bye. It was fun talking to you.” Without even waiting for my bye or acknowledgement of his words he runs to the door.

My two minute happiness evaporates seeing my crush leave me just like that. Such a bad boy he is. How can he leave that way? Leave a girl all alone in a deserted cafe. I look back through my shoulder, his broad back makes me sigh again. Can’t I have him in my life? Can I have him in my life? The thunder rumbles again, and he turns around at the same time. He tilts his head a little and grins. 

There goes my heart. 

[jongbross]

not really a mtl but. where do the members prefer to finish 🫣 ?

y'all horny as fuck, there's only nsfw requests in my inbox, EXO MAKE A COMEBACK PLEASE!!

but also...

minseok likes to finish on your thighs

junmyeon likes to finish inside you (either he's wearing a condom or not)

yixing likes to finish on your stomach (his pull out game is strong, so don't worry)

baekhyun likes to finish either in your stomach or on your face because he's a freaky

jongdae likes to finish either inside or backshots!!

chanyeol likes to finish, well, everywhere - but he moans the loudest when it's on your back or face

kyungsoo likes to finish either inside or backshots too

jongin likes to finish on your boobs or on his own stomach (but somebody will have to clean up the mess 🤷‍♀️)

sehun likes to finish on your back or on your thighs

[an-annyeoing-writer]

tw: mentions of violence

The wolf's fur feels rather harsh under your fingers, stained with dry blood and dirt; wolf!Chanyeol's breathing is slow, but steady. His body is heavy on your lap and your legs are starting to tingle, but you can't be bothered. Your hands tremble slightly when you brush down the nape of his neck.

He senses your nervousness and lifts his head, dark brown eyes meeting yours. There is an unspoken question in them and your breath comes out shaky.

“I-it’s okay. I just… need time to let that sink in.”

He seems to believe your explanation, and he lays his head back down, letting his eyes slip closed.

It’s a wonder to you that he can sleep peacefully after you’ve seen him tear flesh and bodies apart. Maybe you’ll eventually grow used to it; maybe your love for him is much stronger than compassion for those people.

Or maybe you’re just too scared to leave.