Summary: The first snowfall of winter. The flurries comfort you in the midst of heartache. You love Chanyeol and Baekhyun, but they’re so happy in their newfound relationship. Baekhyun is so happy with Chanyeol, but he misses your touch on his skin. You would never think of getting in the middle of them, not two of your closest friends. Baekhyun thinks otherwise. (Baekhyun x Reader x Chanyeol) Warnings: Polyamory, Rough Sex, Cheating
Word Count: 2,427
Written by: Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This is a personal fantsy of mines that I formatted into a reader story. I’m such a wet noodle for Baekhyun, I’m sorry I’m like this.
Everything is gifs. Oh my god, but hey. Gifs are good
Sitting together from the beginning~
So it’s normal at first, Chanyeol’s just closing his water bottle and then suddenly! He finds that his wrist smells or something.
“eyo baek, smell dis”
“ugh wtf man, what did you do to dat thing?”
“I think da wata was poisoned.”
So yeah, this was during a fan choice award and of course we need the Baek speech, and we have Chanyeol gently pushing Baekhyun towards the front~ I think he’s trying to emphasize his support ^^
Can you believe these two are grown men? I love how these two are always playing around with each other in their own little worlds~ They always make each other laugh and have fun with each other and it’s great. Their happiness is contagious.
Mhhmmmmm Baekuhen I see ya there. But besides the random gentle caress (can you tell I write fanfic?) look at how fast pulled his hand way XD honestly he just wanted the moment then had to act that nothing had happened. Maybe that girl had caught on, ohohohohohohohohohoo
Oh how precious ;-; Mum Suho always be showing his love for his childen
Ok who is this cameraman because I needa give him/her a hug. I love hi fives
“Oh look a flower, what shall I do with it?”
“Of courseeeeee! I shall give it to meh luv Bun Bakuhen. Here, accept my love”
Pork Chan: “TAKE IT.”
Bakuhen: “Nah son, I got my own flower here.”
Pork Chan: “O my god, fine. I neva loved u anyway.”
*screams into the difference* HEIGHT DIFF- HOLY SHIZZ BAEK ARE YOU SECRETLY KYLIE JENNER?
Never mind the beautiful shoulder caress and thigh stroke, is Baekhyun ok? I think he’s dying. (Also Park Chanyeol why must you play with my feels?)
A/n: Yeet, here’s part four guys, (I had to repost this since i deleted it thinking that no one liked it but that was really stupid and dumb bc solace is getting a lot of love from you guys <3) I hope you guys will continue supporting moi and our exo addiction. Feel free to leave me a Lil ol’ message on the toombler, Oh yea, here’s some PG smut for all of y’all pervs.
The scent of coffee beans wafted through the air as you entered the café to meet your friends. The gentle murmur of voices could be heard above the churning sound of the coffee machine as it worked to produce the hot steaming liquid beloved of the customers. From afar, you could hear the effortlessly professional and melodious voice of Baekhyun taking orders at the storefront. You looked at him, only to find him furiously typing away the customer’s order into the cash register.
The coffee shop had become your regular hangout ever since Baekhyun entered your friend circle. As you took your seat, you were immediately bombarded with questions by Chanyeol and Jongin. Both endlessly pestering you with questions about if you were going to their fraternity’s “end of the semester” party. You were annoyed at how insistent they were everysinglesemester, even though you rarely went.
Every semester, the frat holds a party for around 200 drunken underage students, all of whom, are crammed into a dance floor taking shots of cheap liquor while EDM or hip hop plays in the background. Everyone is doing one out of the following four things: grinding, playing beer pong, smoking weed, or getting laid upstairs. Outside of the frat house, a pledge stands outside making sure that everyone who enters is either an attractive female or a friend of one of the brothers.
“I just don’t understand why I have to come,” you said as you rolled your eyes at Chanyeol who was still trying to convince you to come.
“Because you need to loosen up and get over Sehun,“ Jongin said as he glared at you, “I’m being serious, Y/N. You need to get back out there.”
Hyojin reached across the table and held onto your hand that was fiddling with the menu sensing your discomfort. You felt a sudden rush of tears and mentally cursed yourself for being too weak.
“It’s just really hard, you know? It’s not easy to just get over it,” you saw your vision become blurry as you furiously blinked to get rid of any tears threatening to come out. Sehun was really a dickhead and all of your friends knew that he didn’t deserve you.
“I understand that it’s not easy but you have to at least try,” Hyojin gently reminded you. She had been there for you when Sehun cheated on you. The two of you had been together for a year and she found out he was cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend, Irene. That was 3 months ago and you were still hung up over it.
“What about Baekhyun?” Chanyeol pointed his chin towards Baekhyun with an allusive smile, “I’m pretty sure he’ll enjoy your company.”
Jongin hummed in agreement, “wasn’t he the one who saved you from that creep a few days ago?”
“Ooooh, Y/N! How did it feel getting a checkup from Dr. Byun?” Chanyeol wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“First of all, he saw me bleeding in front of the café. Any decent human being would come to help me in that situation. Second of all, he’s a med student. Of course he’s going to jump at the opportunity to stich someone up,” you argued although you felt a nagging sensation in your brain telling you otherwise.
“Okay, point taken. But, how many med students risk losing their part time job TWICE for the same girl,” Chanyeol leaned back into the chair with a smug grin, knowing how he had trapped you in your own game.
Unable to come up with an answer, you huffed and reverted your attention to the menu in front of you.
“Okay Y/N, I’m not going to sugar coat this for you. You need to move on from Sehun. Period. The best way to do that is by coming to the party with us. It’s going to be a lot of fun since I’ll be there, obviously,” she joked as she flipped her hair, “but also because you and I will get fucking wasted. Plus, there’s no class tomorrow so we can be hungover in peace…if that’s possible.”
“Fine,” you succumbed, “but only if you guys buy me lunch. I’m sad and broke so you guys have to cheer me and my wallet up,” you said.
As Chanyeol got up to go and order for everyone, you found yourself watching Baekhyun brewing some coffee from behind the counter. As if sensing your gaze, Baekhyun’s eyes found yours. Embarrassed, you ripped your sight from his and turned your head to face the window overlooking the street. You liked Baekhyun, but to be honest with yourself, you were avoiding finding someone new. You didn’t want to get hurt again; you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. The pain from Sehun was too much for you.
“You’re a dickhead." Jongin let out a loud laugh as you threw a plastic cup at him. He caught it and poured some whiskey knowing that you didn’t particularly like the sensation of alcohol burning your throat.
"I know but you’re clearly my best friend for a reason, Y/N.”
You rolled your eyes before walking over to Jongin and grabbing the drink gulping down the whole cup. You sat on the counter as you watched Jongin hide behind the counter from one of his one night stands.
"At least help me, gosh,” Jongin sighed.
“Nah, I’m good here. Just be glad with my presence, dickhead.” you said as you poured yourself more alcohol. You were here because Jongin forced you. At least that’s what you tried convincing yourself. You were truly here to see Baekhyun.
“You want to be here because there's Whiskey and Baekhyun”
You let out a chuckle before sighing and taking another sip watching Jongin try to fit himself into one of the cabinets under the sink. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chanyeol walk up beside you.
“You ok?” He asked as he stood standing against the doorway with folded arms.
Chanyeol gave you a knowing look and slowly walked over to you leaning against the counter next to you.
“Answer it again, this time be honest with me,” he told you.
You looked up and bit your bottom lip. You were trying to hold back your tears. It happened months ago yet it still hurt like a bitch whenever you thought about it. You sighed and took a sip of alcohol before you offered Chanyeol your cup of whiskey. Chanyeol reluctantly took the cup from you, seeing how you weren’t going to answer him but before he could take a sip, his face broke out into his infamous toothy smile.
“JONGDAE!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he hurriedly pushed the cup into your hand as he rushed out to embrace Jongdae.
Before you could register the reality of the situation, you felt a familiar pair of arms as they wrapped around your waist and brought you down from the counter before they enveloped you into a tight hug, the familiar scent of laundry detergent and musk invaded your senses and immediately relaxed your nerves.
“Y/n,” Jongdae smiled into your hair, “did you miss me?” he asked before he pulled away.
“J-Jongdae? S-since when did you come?” you tried to wrap your head around everything that was happening. You called Jongdae about a week ago and he told you he would be coming soon, but you didn’t expect him to come this soon.
“I wanted to surprise you, but you don’t look so happy…” the smile quickly fading from Jongdae’s face.
“No! No, of course I’m happy to see you, Dae!” feeling slightly more like yourself, you felt yourself smile happily. “How was it there? Was everything to your standards? I know it takes a lot to satisfy you,” you teased him.
“Oh, it was okay I guess. But you never really answered my question,” Jongdae nudged your shoulder.
“Obviously I missed you, I had to cook and clean the entire the apartment by myself!” you jokingly said, with your arms crossed. Both of you aware of what you really meant. Without Jongdae at home, you were lonely. You missed how he sang you to sleep during nights you couldn’t get any rest. He helped you calm down during the nights when you were especially stressed out. You missed him and the comfort he gave you.
“Okay, that’s enough for Y/N,” Chanyeol pulled Jongdae from you. “Jongdae, the guys are asking where you are. Aren’t you going to go home with y/n after the party? That should be enough time to catch up.” Chanyeol decided to himself as he dragged Jongdae away from you.
You both gave each other a knowing look before you waved at Jongdae as he walked with Chanyeol to see the rest of his friends upstairs. You found yourself alone again and took the red solo cup into your hand. You were curious as to see if this was your cup of whiskey or a cup of an unholy alcohol combination normal at the frat house. Taking a whiff from it, you immediately retracted from the cup and felt yourself grimace at the intensity of the drink’s smell.
Definitely not mine, you thought to yourself as you scrunched your nose in disgust.
“Not a fan of alcohol?” felt heard a familiar velvety smooth voice ask from behind you.
You turned around and met Baekhyun standing inches away from you. In front of you, Baekhyun was wearing a grey drawstring hoodie and a light blue jean jacket paired on top of it. The combo was matched with a pair of black ripped jeans and black sneakers with pristine white laces. Looking upwards, you saw that Baekhyun wasn’t smiling the way he always did when he talked to you.
“Uh, I am, but not this particular drink. I’m guessing it’s one of the frat’s famous combinations. You know, the one that gets everyone wasted with like two sips. To be honest, I’ve never really enjoyed the feeling of my throat deteriorating from alcohol, but I still drink it,” you retorted feeling a bit nervous and confident around Baekhyun.
An eyebrow shot up questionably, as he glanced at the cup and then back at you. You saw the corner of his mouth turn upwards but only slightly as if asking why you would have it in your hand if you didn’t like it.
“Oh, this? This isn’t mine. I think that this was my friend’s but he left it here and hasn’t come back to get it,” you looked away from Baekhyun. “…I also wanted to smell it, but only to see why everyone was so addicted to it,” you said sheepishly.
“What does it smell like?” he asked with his curious eyes and his teasing smile.
“It smells like Satan’s asshole chugged a pint of asparagus piss.”
Your response immediately made Baekhyun burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. You found yourself beginning to get lost in his laughter when all of a sudden, you didn’t know how you found yourself laughing so hard, but you couldn’t stop. Your breath came in quick gasps between your unstoppable giggles. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You looked at Baekhyun and saw him in a similar state. His shoulders were shaking in silent laughter as he started to calm down. In a flash, you forgot about Sehun and everything’s he has done. In this moment, all you felt was pure joy and happiness. You forgot all of your worries and just focused on Baekhyun and his deep, boisterous laughter.
This is the effect Baekhyun had on you.
Wiping away the stray tears lingering on his cheeks, he sat down on the hard, wooden floor in a criss-cross manner. You followed him, and felt yourself the most relaxed in the past couple of days.
As if Baekhyun had completed a deep personal goal, a sense of satisfaction appeared on his face that was expressed by the curve at the corner of his mouth. A confidence exuded from Baekhyun through the slight raise of his eyebrow. Baekhyun looked pleased. He was pleased.
“Ah, y/n… I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he mused.
“Unfortunately for you, Baekhyun, I’ve met plenty of people like you. You’re just like everyone else. Just ordinary,” you teased him, suddenly feeling a rush of confidence, most likely because of the cups of whiskey you had earlier.
The two of you were sitting on the floor, enjoying each other’s presence. The music was as loud as thunder. It made the solo cups on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere the wondrous fireworks crackling through the night sky, but much more colourful.
Leaning against the sofa, you took a good look at Baekhyun.
Really, you had enough dignity to avoid gawking at random strangers. But this boy before you, radiating with nothing but grace, had you enthralled. He was mesmerizing in every way. The faint glimmer of the party lights ghosted over his pale skin and eyes as deep as the molten chocolate. And when those very eyes shifted and met your gaze, a surge of understanding had calmed and further mystified you at the same time. From the moment you first laid her eyes on him, you knew that he is someone you can trust wholeheartedly.
“What the Fuck, Y/N?” Hyojin exclaimed as she pulled you from the floor. “Fuck, get that out of your mouth,” she said as you quickly spat out the Cheetos into a nearby plant.
“I-I a-am n-not drunk,” you slurred, pointing up a finger in your defense. “I promise!”
“Mm-hmm, that’s why you kept telling everyone how playing beer pong with a used ball is unsanitary while you ate Cheetos off the god damn kitchen floor,” Hyojin retorted with her hands crossed in obvious disgust and anger as she wiped her hand on the side of the counter.
“You need to go home, where’s Jongdae?” she said as she tried searching for your roommate. “Oh, Baekhyun!” Hyojin waved him to where you two were. “Did you see Jongdae? He needs to take y/n home, she’s completely shitfaced.”
“Oh shit, I think Jongdae’s knocked out upstairs. The guys were playing some drinking game,” Baekhyun laughed to himself, “the prize was a half an empty bottle of vodka.”
“Shit,” Hyojin groaned to herself.
“Jinnee? Who’s this? He keeps looking at me, tell him to stop. He’s making me shy,” you tugged on Hyojin’s arm and hid your face into your friend’s shoulder.
“Jesus, she really is shitfaced,” Baekhyun said with a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
“I’ve never see her like this before, well maybe once back in freshman year,” She sighed. “Hey Baekhyun? If it’s not an issue, can you, uh, maybe… drop her off? I would but I’ve been following her drunk ass to make sure she doesn’t get hurt, and I don’t want to go home yet.”
“Yea, sure. She doesn’t live too far from here, we can just walk,” Baekhyun went to place his arms around your waist, but you quickly dashed to the other side of the kitchen.
“Wait! Let’s see what’s in this cabinet! What the fuck is in this cabinet?! There’s nothing interesting in this cabinet! I’m going to slam this cabinet shut now! Let’s move on to the next cabinet,“ you tried moving to the next cabinet before Baekhyun sighs heavily and he tugs you upwards, placing one of your arms across his shoulder.
“Y/n, I never knew you had this side to you,” He huffs.
You perked your head up and smiled at him dizzily before pecking him on the cheek. Baekhyun froze in mild confusion and excitement as he stared at your retreating form.
“I want to touch your hair,” You say as you very softly caress his hair lightly before giggling to yourself, “Omo it’s just as soft as I imagined it to be,” you shied away.
Baekhyun walked you to your dorm, while you tried not to stumble and appear as sober as possible.
"Please don’t think bad about me, ‘cause I’m drunk. I’ll be a good wife, I know where to buy good tomatoes and chocolates,” you tried to convince Baekhyun as he opened the door to your apartment.
Baekhyun went to go remove your heels when you suddenly doubled over and gagged. “Oh, I think I’m going to be sick,” you quickly gasped. Baekhyun wasted no time in hurrying you to your washroom and positioning you over your toilet. With one violent contraction the congealed contents of your stomach emerged in the early morning light, nothing digested since the evening party before. Baekhyun held your hair behind your face and wiped your mouth with a piece of toilet paper before flushing it away with your vomit. Quickly, you brushed your teeth, unable to stand the stench emitting from your own mouth.
Immediately, you felt a sense of fatigue wash over you as you sank down to lean against the bathtub. Your eyes began to close by themselves when you quickly opened them, curious as to where Baekhyun was.
“Baek?” you called out for him. “Baek? Where are you?
You didn’t hear anything, so you got up and walked over to your bed. There, you slipped out of your clothes and into an over-sized white t-shirt that belonged to Jongdae. You heard a voice come from behind you and you immediately turned around.
“U-um, I j-just w-went to fetch y-you a glass of water,” he cleared his throat,” and some pills for tomorrow.” He said with a light blush dusting his cheeks.
You walked over to him and took the glass of water and gulped down the contents in one shot. You gave him the cup back and noticed how he was avoiding making eye contact with you. Annoyed, you tugged his sleeve and forced him to look down at you.
“Baekkie, are you going to leave me?” you sweetly asked him.
“U-um, yes, I was going to leave after I put you to bed,” he tugged at the neckline of his hoodie.
“Oh Baekhyunnie, aren’t you hot?” you giggled to yourself, “You’re very hot. You should take off your jacket,” you said as you pulled the jean jacket off of his frame.
“Actually, you should take off your hoodie too. I want to see your muscles,” you giggled again as you sneaked your hands underneath his top, tracing the outlines of his firm abs.
“Don’t,” he said, halting your hands from moving any further.
“Hmph, fine” you gave in “you can keep your shirt on. But, if you’re going to stay tonight then you cannot wear pants,” you leaned into him and whispered, “It’s the law.”
Your hands trailed down his hoodie and toward his zipper, pulling it downward.
“Stop,” he laughed as his hands stopped yours from moving once again.
“Why?” You whined. ”I think your voice is really sexy and I really want to make out with you right now,” you said as you pounced on him, attacking his lips with your own. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled. You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you two and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Pulling Baekhyun to your bed, you pushed him onto the mattress and straddled his waist. Starting from the sweet spot underneath the earlobe, you trailed down his neck with a mess of butterfly kisses. You stopped at his collarbone, sucking and licking on it hard enough to leave a mark.
Baekhyun couldn’t think straight as you kept attacking him with your lips. When he finally got to his senses, he stopped you from going any further.
Baekhyun pulled away and stared into your eyes, “You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” hie said as his eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I am most definitely not drunk, you’re just a bit blurry,” you argued.
“Y/N, if you do this now then you’re going to regret this tomorrow. And frankly, I have morals, so I am not going to let you take advantage of me while you’re drunk,” he dramatically placed his arms over his chest in a protective manner.
You huffed in annoyance and turned around to face the opposite direction from Baekhyun. After a few minutes, you felt Baekhyun’s strong arms pull you into his chest and rest his chin on top of your head. You brought your own arms and wrapped them around his waist, twisting to lie on your stomach as you brought your leg to rest between his. You closed your eyes and took in the smell of his musky citric scent, with a mixture of alcohol exuding from his clothes. Or was it yours? You didn’t care. Underneath the blanket of shining stars, you were here in Baekhyun’s arms without a care in the world.
Feeling yourself close to losing consciousness, you heard a faint whisper from Baekhyun before everything faded away.
Baekhyun: Time to choose an outfit for the day.
*passes D.O.’s, Kai’s, Sehun’s, Xiumin’s, Chen’s, Lay’s, and Suho’s. Stops in front of Chanyeol’s closet.*
Baekhyun: Well, since there’s nothing else suitable, I might as well…