The atmosphere was thick and heavy as you impatiently tapped your pen on your notebook, watching the seconds tick by on the clock displayed on the wall above the whiteboard. It was the only place you could look to stop your skin from heating up, and it was all because of him.
To say he was a distraction was an understatement. The way his muscles would flex underneath the fabric of his well-fitted dress shirt, the way he would bite his plump lips in concentration, even the sound of his smooth voice was enough to make your heart hammer against your ribcage.
You made the mistake of glancing down, which led to you catching his eye. Time seemed to stop for a second as your gazes locked. He stopped mid-sentence and his mouth hung open as he returned your wide-eyed stare. You instantly felt the temperature rise, and you swear that your cheeks were probably flushed a bright red. You were the first to look away and time resumed its normal speed as you chastised yourself for letting your mind wander towards more intimate thoughts. “Stop it,” you inwardly scolded yourself. “He’s your professor for God’s sake.”
Rich, handsome, and charming. The perfect equation for a playboy. And despite your better judgement, it was impossible to resist him. But after an unexpected night of passion, Sehun finally finds the affection he’s always sought after a lifetime of neglect.
Description: A new pack has arrived to join with Kyungsoo’s except a certain Alpha triggers his heat and the whole village goes wild as their youngest Omega finally found his mate except no one knows what Alpha is responsible.
You frantically dug through your purse in an attempt to find your keys, eager to get inside, have a shower and relax in the brand new lounge you bought for the apartment. It was probably the comfiest single-seater couch you’ve ever sat on and you had no hesitation in buying it. You just had to hope your roommate wasn’t home to ruin it for you.
Your roommate, Chanyeol, would never pass up an opportunity to annoy you with his antics. You had only moved in 3 months ago and there was not a day that went past without him cracking a terrible joke or teasing you playfully. But 3 months was enough time for you to realise that he was really a cheerful and bubbly person who always had a smile on his face, and you appreciated that as he could cheer you up on the worst of days.
You finally found your keys and unlocked the door before stepping through and letting it shut behind you. All the lights were off and you assumed that Chanyeol wasn’t back home yet. You threw your purse onto the chair by the doorway and headed straight for the bathroom.
It’d been brewing for
weeks – his jealousy. It wasn’t necessarily your fault; Luhan just didn’t like
the way other guys looked or spoke to you sometimes. He had an issue with a
couple of your friends in particular, who were very aware that you had a
boyfriend but still made countless attempts; all of which you rejected. It was
getting to the point where even if they grabbed your hand in a playful way, he’d
get a little bubble of jealousy stuck in his throat.
As always, Luhan had
walked down the flight of stairs from your apartment and was standing in the
lobby of the apartment complex to meet you after you’d come back from work.
This day, you were walking back with a big group of friends, mostly male – ones
Luhan had met before. You stopped by the gates, waving goodbye before giving
each person a hug. Luhan stared from a distance, biting his lip as he saw
another guys arms wrap tightly around your waist. He didn’t like it, he didn’t
like it at all. It was something so simple, yet it still annoyed him. As he
wondered back up to your apartment, he looked back to see your friend give you
a kiss on your cheek, you pulled back, but Luhan sped up.
It was odd, not finding
him at the bottom of the stairs, but you assumed he had a valid reason and
pushed your key into the lock and opened the door. You were met almost
instantly with a shove against the wall, Luhans arms resting on your shoulders.
You let out a playful giggle as he pressed his forehead against yours,
breathing against your lips.
“Do you know how they look at you?” He whispered. You felt a shiver run up your
spine as you dropped your handbag, shaking your head. His lips pressed against
the tip of your jaw, dragging along your jawline as his words fell lazily out
of his mouth.
“Your friends. They look at you as if they’ve never seen anyone more perfect.”
You let out a small gasp as his lips attached to your neck, peppering kisses
all along it.
“Are you jealous?” You grinned, whispering as quiet as possible. Luhan’s
response was a firm bite against one of the areas he’d kissed, tugging at the
skin; you groaned.
“You know, baked goods aren’t really going to make the situation better.”
Baekhyun frowns and glances down at the cake he presented you with a mere two minutes ago. He worked hard on this thing, dammit, and he thought that it would be a great way to apologize. After all, who doesn’t love cake?
“But it’s your favorite!” he whines, punctuating the end of his sentence with a pout. “Funfetti cake with a thin layer of chocolate icing. Kyungsoo helped me make it.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Did he also help you decorate it?”
Baekhyun coughs and turns his head to try and hide the sudden flush of his cheeks from you.
The stories you heard could never have captured the breathtakingly elegant and magnificent nature of the mansion. It was built of smooth grey stone, chipped, cracked and stained black due to years of weathering. In each corner were cylindrical turrets, extending over the slanted roof, forming a sharp, cone-shaped point. Ivy scaled the damaged walls of the ancient structure, covering the bottom half with its evergreen leaves and shielding the lower windows from the light of day.
You stood by the gate with your fingers tightly wound around the iron bars, gazing in awe at the tremendous structure. The setting sun dipped behind the picturesque house, casting an iridescent glow along the edges of the stone. Eventually, you stopped gawking at the grandeur of the miniature castle and focused your thoughts on the true reason of your coming.
*DISCLAIMER: This is a *
roleplay *, meaning you were in on this, there is no literal forced
intercourse, I do NOT write things like that, this is 100% consensual. It’s
just ‘you’ and sehun trying to spice life up a little, this is a bit of a rough
It was the middle of
summer, which meant the weather was great during the day but the nights were
becoming unbareable. You’d resorted to sleeping in your underwear, one leg
sticking out of the thin sheet covering you, the windows wide open and the
netting pulled back. 3:00am and you were out of it, however you weren’t the
only person in the house.
Fingers curling around
the window sill, he scraped his feet on the wall, pushing himself up until he
was sitting on said sill. One leg slid over the side, the other following as he
slowly lowered himself onto the bedroom floor. Taking slow, quiet steps, he
moved around the room; heading towards your dresser where he began to fiddle
with the jewellery box. He’d managed to open it but it slipped out of his
hands, whacking against the carpeted ground with a soft thud. Eyes wide, he
turned around to check hs surroundings, where he saw you, in your underwear,
legs sprawled out – he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted. Carefully, he
made his way to the end of the bed, crawling on it.
You didn’t get to see Jongin often in the first place but now that Exo were scheduled to have a comeback, you’ve hardly even gotten a chance to talk to him lately. Dating an idol isn’t easy but because it’s Jongin and because you love him, you deal with the difficulties. He never tells you specifics about their comebacks but through the wonders of the internet, you heard that their new song is titled “Call Me Daddy.” You figure the song will go through some major overhaul before it’s actually published and that won’t be the end title, but it’s still an entertaining thought. Fans on the internet are going crazy and you’re just sitting back and watching it all happen, laughing at the posts that they make.
It’s late one night when you get a call, Jongin’s ringtone shaking you from that haze that grips you right before you fall asleep. You roll over in bed and grab your phone from the nightstand, swiping to answer the call without even opening your eyes.
“Hey, babe. Did I wake you?”
You smile at the sound of Jongin’s voice, deep yet soft.
“No, I was just reading in bed when you called.”
Jongin knows that you’re lying, but he doesn’t bother to call you out on it.
“So,” you start. “I heard some rumors about your group’s comeback.”