It’s not even about the price tag or fancy hotels and expensive trips. It’s about seeing her face light up when you say, “we’re taking a road trip.” It’s about planning to visit cute little cafes, matching t shirts and converse, and taking selfies together. Find a partner who wants to make memories with you. Adventure together.
Requested.@thinkingoverloves Who: KJ Apa Quote:
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
[Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes as she walked past KJ and Cole repeatedly singing her name. Jumping over the back of the couch of the school lounge room set, she nestled next to Lili and Camila.
Lili looked over her shoulder, smirking as KJ pouted that [Y/N] ignored him. Turning back around, she bumped into her shoulder. “Girl, he’s hooked.”
Scoffing, [Y/N] shook her head. “I think you’re delirious.”
Camila spoke up, snorting. “No, you’re delirious if you can’t see it.”
“KJ doesn’t like me,” [Y/N] said sternly, cocking a brow at the two girls she would consider her best friends. It had been a complete and total whirlwind since she joined the Riverdale cast and she appreciated everyone who welcomed her into warm arms. “He’s just being KJ.”
Camila leaned back onto the couch, smirking. “I mean normally yes we’d agree but come on, [Y/N]. KJ has been up your butt since day one. Borderline obsessed, borderline a mess.”
Lili agreed, “KJ’s friendly but not that friendly.” Scrolling through his Instagram she pulled up a picture that he had posted a few days ago of himself and [Y/N] at a cute little cafe the group of them had gone to for lunch. “I’m quoting this word for word since you’re a grandma and haven’t made an Instagram yet.” She rolled her eyes but it was clear by her laugh that it was not meant to be taken any other way but playfully. Clearing her throat, she started to read, “’Friends are great to have, especially ones that are this pretty’” Looking at [Y/N], she quirked a brow with that famous Lili smirk across her lips, “And I should mention the amount of heart shaped eyes emoji’s he put after that is a little excessive but I’m not judging.”
[Y/N] squinted her eyes, gently taking Lili’s phone from her hands, she needed to see it for herself. Chewing on her lip, she looked up at Lili and Camila’s smug faces. “KJ thinks all of us are pretty, you know that.”
Camila groaned while she too rolled her eyes. “Okay, give me a second.” Quickly searching through KJ’s twitter, she pulled up a boomerang video of KJ videoing [Y/N] up close with the flash on while she rolled her eyes and smiled. “I do believe this caption states, ‘Those eyes and smile though’ and look, another excessive amount of heart shaped eye emoji.”
Standing up, [Y/N] gave them a slightly stern look. “I promise you, he doesn’t like me.”
“And we promise you, he does.” Camila countered. “Big time, too. We’ve been with KJ long enough to know that he’s got the love bug bad.”
“Real bad.” Lili chimed in, smirking.
Camila crossed her legs, blinking a million times. “You also can’t argue with the fans either. They ship you two a lot. I’ve seen some really cute tribute videos.”
Lili nodded, looking over at Camila she pointed randomly. “Oh yeah! I really like the one where they used that super cute James Arthur song-”
“-you two are mental.” [Y/N] shook her head and walked away. Walking over towards the table where they had coffee and snacks set up for everyone. She poured herself a coffee and about had a heart attack when she heard KJ say her name from behind her. “Jesus!”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to scare you!” KJ placed a warm hand on her shoulder, his face completely apologetic.
Chuckling, she took a deep breath and shrugged. “It’s okay, but damn, you need some bells or something.”
Taking his hand off of her shoulder, he ran it through his hair. “Yeah, ha, I’ll get on that.” KJ bit his lip, “So, uh, want to go grab lunch or something?”
“Sure,” empty a few sugar packets into her cup, she looked at him sideways, “are they coming too?”
“Oh, uh, well, uh.” KJ stumbled over his words, something he usually never did.
Raising a brow, [Y/N] looked at him with a confused look. “You okay, KJ? You’re acting a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually….” KJ closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had rehearsed this ten times better in his head. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and went for it. “Okay, listen. So, uh, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned and I’ve been trying really hard to ignore these feelings but you make it so damn hard. I love our friendship and it’s something that I will cherish forever but I have to know if you feel the same or at least somewhat because I can work with the somewhat and if you don’t, I just hope I didn’t ruin us being friends-”
“-KJ,” [Y/N] interrupted, shaking her head while smiling. “Slow down.” Using her free hand, she grabbed his arm gently. “I like you too.”
“What? Really? You do? That’s great, I mean.” He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant.
[Y/N] was about to respond but she could see Lili and Camila behind him giving her their smug smirks and quirked brows. Narrowing her eyes at them, she had to fight back a laugh when they both turned on their heel and scurried in the other direction.
KJ noticing that she was looking at something behind, turned slightly just in time to see his friends running off. “What was that about?”
Returning her attention, she shook her head. “Nothing, um, did you say something about lunch?”
Smiling, he nodded. “Yeah, do you want to get some?”
“You spoke the magic words.” [Y/N] mimicked his smile and motioned for him to lead the way. “After you.”
When someone gave you a new nickname or directed a new compliment your way, it would make you pause, a fuzzy soft feeling rising in your chest. You knew that the new label would be appearing, written out in inky black letters, somewhere on your soulmate’s skin. Or when someone used a common nickname, or said something which had been said about you before, you tired to picture the letters growing larger, like they always did when a label was repeated.
And just as you loved receiving any tidbit of information about your soulmate in the form of the words on your own skin, you hoped they would love receiving bits about you as well.
When someone called you something awful, however, it settled very uncomfortably with you. You knew that your soulmate would know. They would see the flaw printed out on their body. You dreaded the idea that it might change their perception of you.
Of course, you weren’t entirely sure they would understand everything. Because, as far as you knew, your soulmate seemed to be Korean.
Warnings: s m u t (n fluff) Requested: yes A/N: although this is a new request, I haven’t posted a Juggie imagine in a while, so I skipped to it. also, this is my first smut so please give me feedback!
The sunlight peaked through my curtains to let me know it was morning. My cat, Pudding, was sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me to get up as she did every morning. Today was mine and Jughead’s 1 year anniversary and it was a beautiful Friday to celebrate.
Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.
I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.
We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.
I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.
I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.
Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.
“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”
He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”
“What a gentleman.”
“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”
His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.
Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.
He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.
On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.
Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.
Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.
The armys didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.
When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.
So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.
A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.
Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”
In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.
He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armys at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.
They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.
As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”
I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.
I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.
I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.
I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?
They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.
“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.
“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armys can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.
“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.
“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.
“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.
I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.
I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.
When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.
It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.
“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.
“Facetime.” Then he hung up and face timed me this time. By this point, I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.
“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”
“So, armys were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.
I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”
“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”
“I’m gonna hang–”
“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.
The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.
I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in. I was just frustrated.
The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.
I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call, she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.
I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”
“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”
“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually, I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”
I put my phone on speaker and opened up the Chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”
“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”
“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.
“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.
The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.
“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”
“I went to the movies with Ali-”
“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”
“Done? Dude, come on.”
“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”
He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those. “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”
He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”
He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.
Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.
Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.
I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.
Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.
After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing. There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.
I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.
Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.
Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.
I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.
At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it. I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.
I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.
“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”
“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”
He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”
He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.
“How was the show?”
“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.
“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”
“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.
“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”
We both walked into the bathroom and started stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.
“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.
He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.
“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.
“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.
“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.
“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.
“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his army would kill me.
I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.
His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.
“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.
He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit. “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.
At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.
He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.
The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.
“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.
He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.
He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.
Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.
“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”
“No, it’s not that-”
“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.
“You got shampoo in my eye.”
He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”
“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.
“Babe, I am so sorry.”
For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.
He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.
He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.
“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”
He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”
“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.
“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”
Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.
I changed it slightly, where S/O is in a good position in life (got away from abusive mom). This way I don’t have to write about anyone going through current abuse, it will be more like a ‘yeah I had a shitty mom, but I took care of myself and found a better life.’ sort of deal.
I hope you still like it, even though it’s a little different.
Note: Deals with past abuse so please be aware of this. If this is triggering or uncomfortable for you please skip reading this!
If you think this needs a ‘read more’ just let me know! I didn’t get explicit with details so I think it might be okay. If it bothers anyone though tell me and I’ll fix it.
“Hey jagiya, the strangest thing happened today.”
“I got a call from someone claiming to be your mother, she wants to come for a visit.”
You stop dead in your tracks. “Seokjin. Did you tell her our address?”
He notices how weird you’re acting about it, and give you a funny look.
“Noooo, but I suggested we get lunch sometime, at that cute little cafe we like. Was that not ok?”
“It’s ok, I haven’t told you… I don’t have the best relationship with my mother. Short story is she wasn’t very nice to me growing up.”
“I don’t have anything to do with her anymore. It’s just easier that way.”
“I didn’t know, I’ll block her number, don’t worry.”
“I’m sorry you didn’t have the kind of mother you should have had.”
“We’ve been dating a while now, how come I haven’t met your mom?”
“You’ve met my parents 50x over by now.”
“Well, I don’t see/speak to my mom anymore. She worked all of the time and was never home. I didn’t really know her all that well, just that I obviously wasn’t very important to her.”
He would feel bad about bringing it up, apologizing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I knew you had a good reason.”
“I’m glad you got away from that environment.”
“If I ever make you feel neglected, just tell me straight up. I would never do it intentionally, but I know I get lost in my ideas sometimes.”
He notices it one day while you’re both watching a movie, you flinching when the mother slaps the child for misbehaving.
“Babe, everything okay?”
“Yeah… just brings up bad memories.”
“Bad memories? What do you mean?”
“My mom used to hit me a lot when I was a child. It’s not a big deal, I grew up and moved away from her. I’m okay, don’t worry.”
“Are you serious? Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
He would scoot closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing the side of your head.
“Lets turn this off and watch something else, this is a stupid movie anyway.”
When he finds out what a crappy childhood you have, he would do his best to comfort you.
“Well, despite them you turned out to be amazing. That’s all thanks to you, no one else.”
“You decided you weren’t going to be like her. You’re already 1000x a better person.”
When you finally tell him what you went through as a child, he would get teary eyed.
“I can’t believe that there are such cruel people in this world.”
“It’s not hard to be kind.”
He would wrap himself around you, nuzzling into your cheek with his nose.
“Don’t even think about her anymore. She doesn’t even deserve to occupy one second of your thoughts.”
He knows you struggle with it, always wondering why your mom treated you that way, or wondering if you did something to cause her to be so mean.
“Some people are just evil. There doesn’t have to be a reason.”
“It’s on her for treating her child like that. She wasn’t a mom, not really. Mom’s don’t abuse their children.”
“I’m sorry you grew up dealing with that. But you know my mom adores you.”
He would nudge your shoulder with his, smiling. “I love you so much, I’ll even share her with you. You can even call her eomma.”
“Joonie, she’ll look at me like I’m crazy.”
“No she won’t. She loves you, she already calls you her future daughter-in-law to her friends.”
“It’s hard for me to understand people like that.”
“Even during tough times, my family has always treated me well. How can you mistreat your own flesh and blood?”
He would hold your hand, squeezing it in reassurance.
‘The good thing is that’s in the past, and you don’t ever have to see her again.”
“I’m going to treat you so well, you’ll burst from having such a happy life, just watch.”
It had been already three months since this one week you had worked for Baekhyun. Christmas was just around the corner, it was finally freezing cold outside and your life had finally calmed down again.
Since this one incident three months ago, you had actually never seen and heard of Baekhyun again. On your last day, though, he had left an envelope for you. In it was a check with the amount of money you had made this week and a handwritten letter from him. In it:
I’m very glad I came home earlier than usual this one day, so I was able to meet you. The first time I saw you, you were already interesting but after spending this car ride with you and thinking about you way more than I want to admit, I have to say I fell in Love. I never believed in Love at first sight but thanks to you, I now do. I know I fucked up really bad and I’m more than sorry for what I did. I would turn back the time if I was able to and would have told you earlier that I like you, a lot but sadly I can’t. If there’s any chance you’d forgive me please come to this place. I’m there every Saturday at six waiting for you.
Together with the letter was a picture of a bench behind a cafe. You knew which cafe this was and which bench this was. The cafe was in a Park not far away from Baekhyuns Loft actually.
After you had read this letter you cried. More than one time. You loved him too, you missed him, you wanted him but you couldn’t forgive him. What he did, was too much for you. You hated cheaters, liars, men that slept with other women even if they knew they liked someone else.
Actually, you had no right to be mad at him. He wasn’t yours and he never would be but still, you were too broken to admit this. You wanted to throw away this letter, burn it even but you couldn’t.
The letter was now in the drawer of your nightstand. You read it every evening. Even after three months, you hadn’t forgotten him, you still missed him, wished he would be now here with you.
Even if you felt like shit most of the time the past three months, also a lot of good stuff happened. You got a job at a cute little and popular cafe in the middle of Seoul. The owner was one of your old classmates and after you both met again, she was willing to give you a job.
It wasn’t something, someone with a bachelor of arts wanted to have as a job but it was better than nothing and you now had finally money to come up for most of your expenses yourself.
Your mum by the way never found out about your situation with her boss. After she returned from Busan with your aunt she directly started working for him again.
She now and then told you that Baekhyun was home early more often and that they finally talked in person, that he was as nice as she pictured him and that he even asked how you were.
Most of the time when she talked about him you didn’t really listen to her. You didn’t want to hear about that. You wanted to forget him but in the end of your mother’s talk you always entered your room and started crying. Your heart was hurt.
The offer from him, if you’d forgive him, to come to this one place, you never considered. It was true you wanted to see him but already after one month, you were sure he wouldn’t be sitting there anymore waiting for you.
You were almost sure he had forgotten you already, was happy, maybe even had a girlfriend now, only asked your mum how you were to sound polite. Of course, you hoped it wasn’t like this but you kind of wished it so you could finally close this one chapter in your life.
The Christmas holidays had finally started and you also got off from work. The cafe was closed during Christmas and after a long time, you finally had some free time for yourself.
You mother and your aunt had decided to travel to Japan to make a sister vacation at a winter resort there and you were happy they did. Your aunt was finally divorced and was able to enjoy her Life again.
On the other hand that meant you would be alone during Christmas but you weren’t sad. You even liked it. It had been long since you had some alone time for you.
Currently sitting in the bathtub you enjoyed your first day alone. Your mum and aunt had left last night with the plane and you, of course, had to drive them to the airport. So the hot water was the perfect thing for your tired and tensed muscles.
While sitting in the tub you thought of the things you could do while you were alone. Since it was holidays there weren’t many options because most shops were closed.
You sighed and sat up a little bit in the tub taking the thing that laid on the floor in front of the tub. It was the letter from Baekhyun. You still had it but you finally were able to look at it without getting sad. You wanted to finally destroy it, so drowning it in the hot water of your bath sounded like a good idea to you.
Before you actually lowered your hand so the paper was under water you read it again. Your eyes landed on the attached picture of the cafe and you stopped. A while ago you had looked it up on the internet and found out it was open during Christmas time.
Debating whether to go there on the coming Saturday or not you shook your head. It wasn’t for Baekhyun, he probably gave up the first time you weren’t there. You would go there but only because it was the only place that was open and it looked cozy.
Slightly smiling because you had finally decided what you wanted to do you stood up. Putting a towel around you, you laid the letter on one of the bathroom drawers. You had completely forgotten to drown it…
You were currently driving the car of your mum to the cafe. It was almost six in the evening and you saw people walking outside. Most couples were probably going home to wait for Christmas Eve. Your eyes were gloomy seeing all those happy couples. You wondered if sometime in the future you would be happy like this with a man too.
Sighing you parked the car in front of the cafe. Entering it a warm feeling welcomed you. It smelled like cake and coffee and you weren’t the only person that thought it was a good idea to come here today. The cafe wasn’t packed but there was a good amount of people enjoying themselves.
You took off your coat and looked around for a place. Connected to the cafe there was a conservatory. Not a lot of people were there and you saw the bench you knew just too well standing on the glass front with no one sitting on it.
You sighed and walked to it. It was protectable that it would be empty or that at least the person you hoped to be sitting here wouldn’t be here. Sitting down you looked outside. It was an amazing few. Everything was white outside. The river not far from the cafe frozen.
After you had ordered a coffee you just sat there enjoying yourself reading the magazines that were laid out on the table beside the bench. Now and then you heard the bell of the entrance to the cafe. Turning around every time having slight hope it would be him, you were disappointed and sad to see another couple entering.
The bell had rung another time and you didn’t even bother anymore to turn around because you knew it wasn’t him but little did you knew that Baekhyun was currently standing in the entrance to the conservatory not believing what he saw before him.
He knew it was you the second he saw your Y/H/C hair, the way you were sitting on the bench or after coming closer smelling your perfume he loved so much and had missed even more.
Since three months he came here every Saturday at six. At the beginning, he still waited for you but after a while, he had given up. Though he still came. He started liking this place. It reminded him of you. He didn’t know why but it just did.
Slowly walking towards you he stopped the second he saw you standing up. It was already seven and you had been sitting here for already an hour. It wasn’t like you were bored but you had to admit you came here for him and after waiting for an hour just so you could find out he had forgotten you and wasn’t coming you wanted to go home.
You stood up and turned around ready to go to the jacket hanger, putting on your coat and driving home, you saw him standing in front of you. You both stared at each other and you couldn’t believe it.
The first moment you thought he was someone else since he had died his hair dark brown almost blackish but after looking at him for longer you knew this wasn’t a dream. This was true, he still came here, for you.
You teared up and hurried to him without another thought, throwing your arms around him, sobbing in his neck. You had missed his sent so much. The warmth he was spreading. His presence.
Baekhyun though was still just standing there staring at the place you had stood just a second before, before also putting his arms around you, pressing you even more against him than he already was.
He buried his face in your neck too, taking in your scent too. Everything you had missed from him he had missed from you even more. He caressed your hair, calming you down slowly. He was finally here with you. You never wanted to let him go again. You didn’t care about what had happened, you just wanted to be happy again.
Minutes after you both separated you stared into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t believe it. He was here. He hadn’t forgotten you all these months.
Baekhyun slightly smiled at you laying his hand on top of your cheeks. You welcomed his touch, leaning into it and smiling back. He carefully slid with his thumb over your lips and you parted them slightly.
It didn’t need another sign and your lips were connected. It was the first kiss you both shared and it was magical. His lips tasted and felt even better than you could have ever imagined.
You slightly opened your mouth, giving him access to your cavern after he had licked over your under lip with his tongue asking for it. His tongue immediately entered your mouth after you had opened your mouth.
Both of your eyes were closed. You had your hands buried in his hair and his hands were still on your cheeks. You stood there kissing. You didn’t want to stop but soon Baekhyun parted himself from you. Your breaths were hitched, your cheeks feeling hot and you swore they resembled two red apples.
Baekhyun took your hand and guided you outside, helping to wear your coat before you left the cafe together. Without another thought you followed him to his car, sitting down on the passenger seat after you’ve reached it.
Quickly also Baekhyun sat behind the steering wheel, starting his car and speeding in the direction of his loft. His hand was again on your thigh and you loved it. You forgot how amazing this feeling was.
Putting your hand on top of his, you closed yours around his. You looked at his side profile, he was smiling the whole time. Even though you hadn’t talked one word just now, you didn’t mind. The connection between you, his eyes, your eyes, were talking more than your mouths ever could.
It didn’t take long for the both of you to arrive at the building Baekhyuns loft was in and to actually go into his loft. As soon as he had closed the door his lips were attached to yours again.
This kiss though was way more heated than the first one. Baekhyun hadn’t even waited for permission to enter his tongue in your hot cavern, he had just squeezed your butt lightly so you had to gasp and so he had the perfect opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth.
Your tongues were dancing together fast and passionate. You didn’t even want to win dominance over him because Baekhyun had you full in his clutches. He backed you slowly towards his room, your butt coming into contact with the door to his room.
You were so into the kiss it felt like you had arrived at the door in a matter of seconds. Baekhyun opened it with his right hand while guiding you with his left and still with his lips hungrily attached to yours.
Both of you stumbled in the room and as soon as Baekhyun had closed the door again you started stripping. Baekhyun left your lips and stood in front of you slowly opening the buttons of his suit jacket. You just stared at him with lust in your eyes.
After Baekhyun had also lifted his shirt over his head he stood there shirtless in full display to you. Obviously, it wasn’t the first time you had seen him shirtless but the last time you wanted to forget so desperately and this situation right now was helping you a lot.
Baekhyun stared at you expectantly waited that you would also take off your coat and pullover. You smirked and followed his passive directions. Soon also you were standing there shirtless. You still had your bra on though, you wanted Baekhyun to take it off for you.
He stared at you now, even more, taking in every centimeter closely before grabbing you by the waist and kissing you again. His kisses wandered from your lips to your chin, to your neck and your decollete, leaving his marks where he wanted them to be.
You couldn’t but moan at the feeling. It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to find your sweet spot and you were lost in his sweet touches that were filled with love. You felt Baekhyun smirking against your skin when he heard your breath increasing and moaning getting frequent.
Your hands started traveling down his strong arms from his shoulders where they had rested before, feeling his strong muscles you then traveled over his chest and defined abs. Soon your hands rested on the waistband of his pants and you started opening his belt.
His belt long gone when you continued opening the button of his pants and finally the zipper, pulling them down in a swift move. Looking down with hooded eyes, you were able to see a clear, big bulge present.
Baekhyun hissed on your skin when you started feeling his bulge, caressing his manhood over his boxer shorts.
‘‘Stop, Y/N don’t tease me, I swear to god.’‘ He growled making you giggle. You felt drunk of love, light headed. Baekhyun could do anything with you right now and you wouldn’t even mind.
While you had taken care of Baekhyuns pants, he had also taken care of yours. Both of your trousers now laying on the floor beside your shirts and jackets.
He backed you further to his bed until you got in contact with it, making you fall backward in it. You looked up to Baekhyun, smiling and giggling lightly. Baekhyun smiled back and walked to his closet taking out what looked like a printed neckcloth before coming back to you.
Sliding it around his neck he closed his eyes, throwing his head back as if he was enjoying the feeling of the expensive silk on his skin. You had to be honest, it made you even hornier than you already were right now.
Soon he had opened his eyes again looking at you with intense eyes. Lowering himself on the bed too, he crawled on top of you but still with his knees and hands propped up.
He took your chin in his hands looking you serious in the eyes. You seriously had no idea what had gotten into him. He got so serious so fast for no reason.
‘‘I bought a new bed. I couldn’t bear to sleep in the bed I slept with another woman in, that wasn’t you. Also, I didn’t want us to sleep in this bed you saw me and this woman in.’’ He said leaving ghostly kisses on your lips.
You had to smile. He was so cute and so in love with you, he had even bought a new bed. Lifting your hand until you reached his cheek to caress it, you answered. ‘’Baekhyun, I missed you. I never stopped thinking about you.’’
He bit his lip nodding a bit too eager to show you he felt the same. Leaning into your touch on his cheek he sighed, looking you ones again deeply in the eyes. It almost seemed like he was searching for something.
‘‘I’m so sorry for what happened. I promise you I will never hurt you like this again. I like you Y/N, a lot. I want you. Will you be mine?’‘ He then said.
You had waited for this all the time and so you just kissed him and nodded. Baekhyun immediately stood up on his knees now smirking. He took the silk neckcloth from his neck before taking your chin again in his hands.
‘‘You know I like it a little bit more rough and kinky while I have sex. You will be wearing a blindfold, babygirl. I will allow you to touch me for today since it’s our first time but I still want you to be blindfolded, okay darling?’‘
Gulping you nodded. Your body shook and you couldn’t wait until he finally started.
He put on the blindfold on you before slowly opening your bra. Baekhyun was so in love with everything on you. He finally saw your boobs on full display and they were as beautiful as he imagined them so many times.
Slowly touching them, he heard a whiny moan of you while you bend your back to get more of his touch. You were so wet it almost hurt.
Baekhyun smiled and touched your round breast, playing with both equally. He lowered himself again taking one of your nipples in his mouth while still playing with the other one.
You loved what he was doing but you couldn’t stand the foreplay right now, you just wanted him to be in you. Whining you gripped at his hair. ‘’B-Baekhyun, please just fuck me already.’’
Baekhyun laughed and slid your underwear off of you. ‘’You’re already so wet for me, babygirl.’’ He said huskily while grinning and throwing your underwear somewhere in his room.
Shortly after, he also had taken off his boxer shorts giving his pulsating length finally freedom. He sighed and pumped himself a few times spreading the precum leaking from the head of his length.
Slowly he slid in you, the fact that you were dripping wet made it very easy for Baekhyun to do so. You both moaned almost synchronously. Baekhyun slid in until he was fully in you, staying like this for a few seconds so you could adjust to him.
The feeling of him finally being in you was amazing. You felt he wasn’t the longest or thickest but he still filled you up just perfectly. It was as if you were made for each other.
‘‘I want you to call me Daddy, babygirl,’‘ Baekhyun whispered in your ear before he started moving in you already at a fast speed level.
You choked and moaned right after. You closed your legs around his waist giving him the access to move even faster. It felt amazing, your whole body was on fire and it felt like you just got an electric shock. You felt it wouldn’t take long for you to come but you wanted to wait for him.
‘’Oh my god. Y- you feel so good, Baekhyun.’’ You panted meeting his trust with rocking down on his length while he was trusting in you.
Suddenly Baekhyun stopped ripping the blindfold from your eyes and packing your throat, slightly choking you. Staring at you with dark eyes, he gritted his teeth. ‘’I said, call me Daddy. If you don’t do what I say, I might have to hurt you a little bit, princess.’’
It took a little bit for your eyes to adjust to the bright light in the room but soon you were able to see Baekhyun clearly above you. You bit your lips and nodded, stretching your neck so you were directly in front of his face.
Licking his lips you smirked, whispering. ‘’Okay, daddy,’’ Baekyhun smirked back taking his hand from your neck and laying both of them on your waist to hold you in place.
He had started thrusting into you again only this time even faster than before. The word Daddy leaving your mouth repeatedly now. You had already figured out what Baekyuns kinks were and that he obviously had a huge Daddy kink.
Both of you were near. You had started scratching Baekhyuns back leaving deep red marks on it but he loved it. Baekhyuns thrusts were getting slower and sloppier by the minute and his grunting sounded tired.
‘‘I’m near princess.’‘ He said while looking you in the eyes. You looked back and nodded. ‘‘I’m near too, Daddy. I want you to come in me, okay.’‘
Baekhyun smirked at you and started thrusting faster again only so both of you could finally reach your highs. Soon enough Baekhyun had exploded filling you up with his seeds. The blasting feeling of him filling you up, send you also over the edge.
You came around him, letting your liquids mix together. Smiling at each other, Baekhyun kissed you again this time very slowly and loving.
After he had cleaned you both up, he came back into bed with you laying his arms around your waist pressing your naked chests together.
You never wanted this moment to die.
Oh my god, I am so so sorry that this took so long. Wow, I don’t even know what I did there. The beginning is so good and then it just went meh. I hope you still like it guys and as always please send me some thoughts on this in the inbox. The last time I read all your nice messages, I was so so happy, thank you!
The next part is going to be the last one but don’t worry, as soon as elegantly wasted is over I want to start writing a new story. But, I don’t know yet which member I want to write about, so if you have any wishes please tell me them :)