exo x oc

Straightforward

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Park Chanyeol x Reader - Fluff

Words: 3.5K

Summary: You were straightforward, maybe a bit too straightforward for people’s taste but that’s what made Chanyeol fall for you. Of course, that straightforwardness caused trouble in every interview. Especially when it came to a certain interview with the question, “Who is somebody you have a crush on right now?”


Chanyeol would be lying if he said he didn’t have feelings for you. It was undeniably obvious to his members and probably everyone in SM Entertainment. Park Chanyeol’s feelings for fellow SM star, (L/n) (F/n). From your cute little smile to your infamous straightforwardness, EXO’s rapper couldn’t help but gravitate towards you. Of course, everyone but you knew about his feelings and honestly, it frustrated him. There was a part of him that wished you would just find out so as to save him from actually confessing but there was another part that wanted to confess to you.

Even worse, the FANS knew about his crush. It was ridiculous how sharp the fans were. Fancams would catch the twinkle in his eyes when you stood next to him or how he would immediately dart his head at the sight of you. He found it insane how fans knew about it but you. But maybe you did know and refused to address it? He wasn’t sure.

Oh, right. Straightforwardness. (L/n) (F/n) was known in the K-Pop community for her straightforward personality.

Funniest (L/n) (F/n) Moments (Part 1) was the video title Chanyeol clicked on in his messy dorm room. He loved watching videos about you. L-O-V-E-D. It was his favorite pastime. Besides, the fans are really good at editing so he wouldn’t have to scour through hundreds of interviews to find one of you being sassy.

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Good Girl Ch 39: Where I Go, Trouble Follows

“Can I go later?” I politely ask the teacher when she tells me there is someone in the hallway that wants to speak with me. She presses her lips in a firm line and shakes her head. I sigh and ignore the questioning look Jihyo is giving me. My friends are watching me intently as I pack my bag, Joonie whips out his phone and begins typing furiously on it. I think nothing of it, it’s probably one of my daddies wanting to talk to me about this morning. To my surprise I am very wrong. Two officers in full uniform grab me right when I step out of the door, making sure to cover my mouth so I can’t scream.

I don’t know how they were able to drag me out of that school without running into anyone else but I know they didn’t make it out without at least a dozen burses from my mary janes. They toss me in the back of their cop car before climbing in front. I bang on the cage separating us, “You can’t just fucking abduct me like that! What the hell is going on?”

“Shut up!” The driver snaps at me then looks to his partner, “Did you find her phone?”

The other nods as he pulls my phone out of the side pocket of my backpack that her took from me. “Does it matter which one I message?”

“I don’t think so, Lee just said to tell them she’s going to Oppa’s early.”

“What the hell does Lee want?” I yell.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” One snaps again.

“I don’t fucking care.”

“Better keep quiet pretty girl or I’ll make you,” The other taunts through the review mirror. That makes me snap my mouth shut and sit back in my seat. I watch him open my phone and go threw my messages. He stops at the last guy I messaged and reads the name out, “Handsome oppa?” His thumb glides over the screen as he skims threw our messages. “He’s sweet talkin her mostly, the last one is a bit sassy,” The man chuckles. “You made Lay and Luhan upset, you need to watch your attitude.”

“Why are you messaging him? Afraid to have them come looking for me?” I tease.

The driver scoffs, “Why would we be afraid of a spoiled little girl like you? What are you going to do whine us to death? ”

My brows go up, “You don’t need to worry about me, you should worry about my oppas.”

“Got a scary big brother we should be worried about?” He mocks me.

“Twelve, well technically 13, but if you add my friends it goes to about twenty.”

They just chuckle like it’s an empty threat, it kind of is but at the same time I can almost guarantee that if I mentioned it to any of them, there would be hell to pay. We pull up to the station where I’m dragged out of the car and into the building where I’m started at like a wanted criminal. I’m led to a familiar office and find unhappy familiar people inside.

“Mom? Dad?” The door is slammed shut behind me leaving me with my parents and Detective Lee, who looks annoyingly amused by my dumbstruck expression. ‘What are you guys doing here?”

“The detective called us here because there is apparently some trouble at the place you’ve been staying and he’s worried you might be getting in over your head,” My mother answers with an almost realistic tone of worry, but I know better. To be honest, I’m only surprised that they actually remembered they have another girl.

“You couldn’t stay out of trouble could you?” My father sighs, obviously annoyed by the whole situation.

“I don’t know why you called them,” I glare at the detective.

“I wanted you to feel comfortable here so you wouldn’t be afraid to talk,” Just like my mother, Lee’s tone is filled with irritatingly fake concern.

“Talk about what? I have nothing to say to you.”

“How about something to us?” My mother huffs, “It’s been over two months since we last saw you. You didn’t come home for break during Christmas or any other holidays, you didn’t even call.”

“I pretty sure you have my number too. I believe it’s the parents job to call their child to wish them happy birthday.”

“Watch your attitude,” My father snaps.

“This is ridiculous,” I cross my arms over my chest, “Last time I checked I’m a legal adult who hasn’t been charged with any thing so I’ll be going home.”

“You aren’t welcomed at home anymore,” My mother sneers. “You are so ungrateful! We come all the way to the police station to support you in your time of need in a bad situation you got yourself in.  I should expect nothing less from you. If you leave, don’t you dare think about coming home.”

I roll my eyes at her, “I don’t even consider that place my home anymore, I didn’t really think of it as one in the first place. I’m going home to my oppas.”

“I knew this was a mistake,” My father sighs as he stands up and fixes his suit. “Lets go Honey, she says she wants nothing to do with us, that is fine by me. I didn’t want her in the first place. You were so adamant about having four, should’ve stopped at one or two.”

“I don’t want you crawling back home at the end of the year when that place kicks you out when you fail out. How you managed to get into that school is beyond me. Soon you’ll realize that those friends of yours don’t really care,” She sighs and gives me one bitter look before brushing past me with my father out of the office. To be honest, I don’t feel much of anything when they say things like that too me, I’m used to it by now.

“That wasn’t what I was expecting,” Lee whistles.

I glare at him, “Happy? Now that you reminded me why I never went home, am I free to go without anymore problems?”

He scoffs, “Where are you going to go?”

“Home to my oppas, I can call one of them,” I dig in my side pocket expectantly but when I pull out my phone I find it dead. How did they kill it?

“Here, let me, who would you like me to call? Suho?” Lee walks behind his desk and sits down as he puts his phone on speaker and begins dialing my more responsible daddy. The phone rings for a long time and I begin to loose hope but thankfully he answers.

“Detective Lee, I swear to god if you are calling about that irritating little girl again, I’m going to find you and destroy that phone,” Suho growls into the phone. Maybe he shouldn’t have answered. My heart drops at his words, he can’t still be that mad about this morning. And he knows that I’m here and he hasn’t come to get me, is this some kind of joke or punishment?

“Well good afternoon to you too Mr. Kim,” Lee chuckles, his eyes are locked on me and my reaction to the words coming out of the speaker.

“I’m a very busy man Detective, I don’t have time to deal with dumb girls who can’t take responsibility for their actions.”

“Be careful with what you say, you are on speaker and she can hear you,” Lee warns.

Suho scoffs, “She knows how we feel about her. There is only one reason she is still alive and we both know it. But her time is counting down rather quickly as of late with all the trouble she’s been causing. Nothing but chaos follows that girl. She is the cause of almost all fights in my home so fucking keep her. I want nothing to do with that girl. She can’t just call us whenever she needs something, that isn’t how this works. Have her call Jiyong, they are really close apparently.” Daddy what are you saying? Stop it!

“Are you sure? What happened to your sweet caring side last time you were here?” I can see the amusement in Lee’s eyes as he eggs on the insults, fucking bastard.

“That was nothing but pity. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have much more important things to be doing. So call Jiyong, I’m sure he’d love to come pick the little slut up. I’m actually surprised she’s not with him. When she left earlier my first thought was that she was going to fuck him like the whore that she is. Much to my surprised the dumb bitch ends up in the police station blowing up my phone because she has no one that would care if she called. Fucking keep her. You are saving me the trouble of getting rid of her myself. Maybe now my house hold will have some peace and quiet.”

The line goes dead and I’m left staring dumbstruck at the phone on the desk. That didn’t just happen, this whole thing is some massive joke they’re playing on me, Baek and Chan are going to pop out laughing, Lay is going to be apologizing non stop that he let them play this joke on me. Xiumin, Kris, and Luhan are going to be beating up Suho for saying such things, even as a joke. But they don’t. Lee is just staring at me, he gulps at the sight of a few tears rolling down my cheek and I can say that he almost feel guilty. But that doesn’t last long when I stand up and storm towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going? They said they didn’t want you,” He reminds me. “Your parents don’t want you either so where do you plan on running away to?”

I think of Jihyo but if I call her crying I can guarantee she is going to find my daddies and start some massive fight. So I just throw open the door and snap at him over my shoulder, “That is none of your fucking business.” Without another word I run out of the station and blindly down the street, not caring who I run into. My mind is swirling into a dark place as I replay his last words in my head, fucking keep her. How could he say such things? Was the fight really that bad this morning and I just over looked it? No! Wait a fucking second, this isn’t my fault. I was dragged away and that is all he thinks about is that I left to fuck with Jiyong? Sure they sent a fake message but is that really all it took for him to toss me away? Do the others know? Would they even care?

I’m brought out of my thoughts when I basically run into a brick wall, well a man built basically like the brick wall. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I tell myself I should fight out of his embrace but my body just doesn’t want to, my alarms aren’t going off and it’s freezing out here in nothing but my school uniform and he’s warm, really warm. My face is in his chest, I take deep breaths to try and calm myself, his cologne, that smells like firewood, fills my nostrils. The ice smelling stranger does nothing but pulls me out of the way of the busy side walk and continues to hold me.

After who knows how long, I stop crying and attempt to step away from the stranger but he continues to hold me close. I look up at him, he’s tall, probably about the same height as Kai and Sehun. He’s staring down at me with soft eyes and a small smile. I have to admit that he’s an attractive man, but he has a frightening appearance as well, like him switching into gangster mode wouldn’t be that hard. I shake that thought out of my head, not every man I meet is a gangster.

“If I let you go, it’s going to be really cold,” He warns me.

I nod in understanding, “I know, thank you but I should really be going.”

“Where are you headed? I could be your escort, or better yet, your heater.”

I laugh, “Thank you but I don’t want to burden such a nice stranger like yourself.” I place my hands that are wedged in between us on his chest and gently push away but his arms around my waist are much stronger than mine.

“At least let me give you my jacket or something. I can’t let a pretty girl like you run around this town in just a school uniform,” He gives me another smile and places one of his hands on top of mine on his chest. His smile falters when his hand finds my dragon ring. With one arm still tightly wrapped around me he takes my hand and stares at hit dumbstruck. “Jooyoung?”

I gulp, “Yes?”

“This has to be some kind of joke,” He chuckles.

“You know me?”

“Everyone knows you pretty bird.”

“Pretty bird?”

He nods, “The pretty little thing that has Kwon Jiyong wrapped around her little finger.”

Hot Deal [M]

Foreword:

In exchange for a night of pleasure, she agreed to be Baekhyun’s pretend-girlfriend for a day.        

[M] : dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, baekhyun ;) 

   SAD was an underwhelming of a word to describe how I was feeling at the moment. My boyfriend had just broken up with me, no, actually, it was a mutual breakup. We sat down, had a civil conversation, and ended things nicely without a fight.

To be honest, it’s not the breakup that saddened me, but the reason behind it. Minho and I had been dating for a month. We had sex. But. The sex wasn’t fantastic. It wasn’t even near good. We’d discovered we couldn’t orgasm with penetrative sex and I wasn’t sure if it was my short-coming or if it’s just his lacking. Anyhow, it was beating with my self-esteem.

So, right after I left Minho’s apartment, I called the taxi and headed towards Baekhyun’s place.

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The Beauty and the Tragedy: Ch 11

Masterlist

Summary: Wren was an American girl who just wanted to find somewhere new. She just needed a change of scenery, but when she befriended the wrong person, her whole life will change in a way she never could have expected.

Genre: Angst, romance, Mafia Au

Pairing: SehunXOC

Warnings: mentions of blood and torture.

A/N: So, this is the place where I say “I can explain…” I got very wrapped up in my other story and admittedly got a little burnt out on this one. However, I’m determined to finish this, in fact, I’ll probably punch out the remaining chapter and epilogue this weekend as well, just to wrap things up!

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The Arrangement Pt6

.Genre: Angst/Fluff/Future Smut

Length: 5.5k

Paring: Kyungsoo x oc

Previous 

The best thing about being a director at Ganghan was the office on the upper floors. Jae-Eun’s office was only three floors from the top of the massive building that was the hub for Ganghan’s many business interests, plus several residential floors, and several high-end retail stores. It was a floor below Kyungsoo’s office, and it housed advertising and marketing, and below her was Sehun and his fashion department. The first thing she had noticed about her office, was that the huge windows had a sill that was big enough for her to sit on. This was her favorite place in this building. When she was stressed she could sit on the window sill and look over the expanse of the city, feel as if she were on top of the world.

Today, it was her only solace. After tapping her pen repeatedly on her desk for an hour, pacing trenches into the rug for another two, she was now curled into the corner of the window, tracing raindrops with her finger as they hit and rolled down. What she would give to be one of those little raindrops. Out there, falling freely. Jae-Eun was a person who loved the rain, the sound of it hitting the roof, the earthy smell that comes just before. Normally, it would be cleansing for her. But today she was too heavy for even the rain to help.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks after realizing she had messed up everything, then she royally screws up everything. Now she waited for the man she loved to return to the man she hated, waited for the disgust in his eyes, the sneer on those lovely lips. It was her own fault. She should have learned to keep her mouth shut after the director’s dinner. But she couldn’t, and she probably just lost him a bid on a property he had been working for months to secure. Kyungsoo would be angry, but she had known how important it was to him and she could see the seller losing interest. So, she pushed, insisted, telling the man all the great things that were planned for the property. When the meeting was over, Kyungsoo and the seller retired to his office to talk, and her husband didn’t look very happy.

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Serendipity

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Byun Baekhyun x Reader - Angst

Words: 4K

Summary: Childhood friends before you moved away and took his heart along with you, Baekhyun soon debuted as EXO’s singer in hopes of finding you again. So why were you standing in front of him as an EXO fan with no memories of your childhood?

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He didn’t know when he gave his heart to you. Maybe it was when you pushed some bullies off of him. Or maybe it was the time you came over to help him with his math homework. He wasn’t sure how it happened, all he knew was that it did happen. He entrusted his feelings when you stepped inside your car, tears staining your face and your small hands wiping the tears away.

The vivid scene of your tied up (h/c) hair and swollen red eyes as you gripped your teddy bear was ingrained his mind. He remembered your little bunny backpack that complemented your bright yellow dress. He remembered the tears peeking from his mother’s eyes as she said her goodbyes to your mother. And he remembered the bracelet of the moon hanging from your wrist, his bracelet matched with the sun.

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Good Girl Bonus Chapter: I Should Tell Her

Jiyong’s POV

It takes four hours to pry the little beat up girl off me, not that I wanted to. She had latched on to me like her life depended on it when she showed up, there are so many tear stains on my shirt and pillows. I leave her in my bed, fast asleep, the covers pulled up to her chin. Before walking away I glance at her bruised face one more time, doing my best not to punch a wall or set out a man hunt to butcher who ever would do that to her. I quickly scribble down a note about having to go to the office to get a few things but I’ll be back soon. With that done I leave the room silently and make my way to the kitchen to grab my phone. I have a few missed calls from Seunghyun and even a few messages telling me to meet him in my office.

My heart sinks as I go down the elevator, I don’t want to leave her already without any answers to what happened to her. Her stumbling threw the elevator door bruised and beaten flashes in my mind and fists clench on their own. She couldn’t tell me anything threw her heart breaking tears, the only word she is able to get out when I asked who did this she said Block B. I’m so confused. Why did no one tell me she was missing? No matter how much those bastards in EXO hate me I thought that they would call me for help when it comes to her.

The elevator reaches my floor and I step out into the garage, automatically earning the few cleaning attendants’ attention but quickly loose it when they sense my hostile aura. My blood is boiling. How could they let their pride get the better of them? They just let her suffer instead of asking me for help? I growl out loud and kick the closest thing that just so happens to be one of my cars. The nearby attendant screams as I kick the car again and again, denting it severely. When I’ve had enough I stop and run my fingers through my hair.

“Get that fix as soon as possible,” I snap at the woman before storming off to another one of my cars. I try to stay calm as I drive to the company, but my hands griping the steering wheel until my knuckles are white give my anger away. Outside my company I toss my keys to the attendant waiting outside before storming in. Inside everyone seems to sense my killer aura and quickly parts for me faster than usual. My foot taps impatiently the whole ride up the elevator now that I’m here I want nothing more than to return to Jooyoung. The elevator dings and I’m greeted by Seunghyun who looks as impatient as I am.

“Took you long enough. I have to know if that little girl showed up at your place,” He automatically demands as I begin to storm past him. I stop mid step and glare at him over my shoulder.

“What?” I spit. How did he know she was at my place?

Seunghyun rolls his eyes and walks pass me into my office, “It’s better to discuss these things in private.” He glances at my secretary who just looks scared. I nod and tell Mino I’ll be needing dinner delivered to my apartment.  The scared man nods. I follow Seunghyun into my office and close the doors behind me.

“Hyung what the hell did you do?” I growl.

“Calm down, just tell me, did that little girl go to you or not?”

My eyes narrow on his cold face, “Yes she is there. Now tell me why.”

“I was tired of all of you going crazy about that girl. You were always jealous because of all those other guys had her, you were distracted. So the only way I could think to solve the problem was to either kill EXO or the girl.” My whole body tenses. “Don’t freak out, she is obviously not dead.”

“You didn’t kill-“

He just glares at me, “I did not kill them either. They are good at what they do and I don’t want to deal with taking them over right now so I thought of one other option. I faked her death.”

“You did what?” I snap.

“I made everyone, except for those close to us, think she is dead. There was even a funeral a week and a half ago.”

“How did you do that without a body?” I have to sit down in my desk as I try to understand what the hell he did.

“I got someone who matched her description, height and weight, and then she was beaten to death until you couldn’t recognize her. After I had someone come in and do their magic with fake DNA that girl was technically Jooyoung, enough for the police department to agree with us. The news was made public to her family and soon after EXO who were completely heart broken. They made things a lot easier by leaving the country, now she has no way to contact them to ask about anything.”

I nod my head as I somewhat try to understand, “But if they beat the other girl, why did Jooyoung have bruises too?”

“It had to be done for the videos.”

“Videos?” Of course there are videos, that is Seunghyun’s MO when it comes to kidnapping. My whole body is tense as I begin to think of what else might of happened to her. For something Seunghyun is involved in she seems pretty lucky to get out of there with all of her limbs and no broken bones. But I can’t help myself from pushing away from my desk and punching him across the face with all of my might. He’s on the ground and I find myself kicking him harder and harder until he’s begging me to stop. “I bet she begged, but did you? Of course she did, that is how you work Seunghyun, you make them beg for their life so you can get off on their suffering. Where are her tapes?”

With a shaking hand he reaches into the pocket of his suit and hands me a flash drive. “That is the only copy other than for the one EXO has.”

“It better fucking be,” I growl down at him, “If I see this anywhere I’m going to cut your dick off and make you eat it.”

He chuckles as he sits up, resting against the back of the couch, “Sounds fun. But is this how you thank me for doing all of this?”

I scoff, “You had her beaten almost to death. Who knows what else could have happened and you want me to thank you? For what?”

“For giving her to you. She has no where to go.”

“I don’t want her to love me just because she has no one else.”

“Well it seems to be the only way to get that girl to go to you. She thinks that EXO abandoned her.”

I feel like I’ve been punched, of course she didn’t just run to me, “If they abandoned her how did she escape?”

“I gave them a seven day limit. They could do whatever they want but no killing her. As long as the tapes were made I didn’t care what happened. I was kind of hoping they would be more aggressive but that little girl got her hooks into Zico.” Seunghyun chuckles dryly, irritation on his face.

“How could she do that? She has never seen him before.”

“You are not very good at protecting her either,” He taunts, “you should have looked into her security better, EXO too.”

“You mean….”

He nods, “I mean the man who as been bringing her to you this whole summer was Zico. He had been assigned to kidnap her since he is the leader but he apparently got a soft spot for her in that time and killed all the fun in the videos. Poor thing was heart broken about all of this. He even brought her to the hospital after all of it still claiming to be her innocent body guard who had escaped to go find help but couldn’t get any.”

“Why did he do that? He doesn’t have any interest in her does he?”

“It is written in his contract that he will be her body guard now. He demanded that he be allowed near her or he will tell her about everything and say that it was you who planned it. Even though I don’t like why he’s doing this, I’m impressed with what he’s will to do.”

I growl, “I’m not letting that man anywhere near her!”

“Too bad you don’t have choice. She will be asking about him soon, using the name Joker. Feel free to tell her his real name, Jiho, just do not mention the name Zico or block B around her for a while she might not react well.”

“Hyung what the hell is wrong with you?” I yell at him. “How could you do this to her? Now you put me in this position where-“

“Let me say first off that I don’t give a single fuck about that girl. Second, all I’ve done is filled you in on what you missed while you were gone. I have not put you in any kind of position, you can do with this information what you will. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I may have a few broken ribs. Which reminds me,” He gives me a smirk as he slowly stands up, “You might want to get that girl to the doctor. I heard that she might have a few broken ribs herself and maybe some internal bleeding?”

I don’t hesitate to push him back down and storm towards the door but stop on toes when I think of another question, “Did EXO get all of the tapes?”

He chuckles, “Of course. I wish I could have seen their reactions when the watched them, especially the last one when they beat the hell out of her.  Or maybe the ones where they almost rape her, I don’t know, they all would have been amazing.”

I can’t control my anger as I pick up the vase near my door and throw it at him. It shatters into a million pieces at contact and his laughing stops. My chest is heaving as I step out of my office, not giving my hyung another look but tell Mino to call a doctor. The boy nods and rushes inside. I get into the elevator and press the button until the door closes. I try to stay as calm as possible until I’m able to drive my car into the now empty garage at my apartment building. I click the car off but don’t climb out, I don’t know if I can get myself to face her right now.

She was beaten so badly because of me. She was almost raped because of me. How can I look her in the eye and pretend that I don’t know she is only here cause the others think she’s dead and she thinks they don’t want her. I bang my head against the steering wheel again and again as if I can beat the answers into my head but it doesn’t work. Tears begin streaming down my face as I realize I’m going to have to tell her the truth. She’ll probably cry more, tell me she hates me. I don’t blame her, I hate myself right now. I should have kept Seunghyun on a tighter leash with her. How the fuck could I let this happen to her?

I don’t know how long I was down there but my phone ringing brings me out of myself pity. I look down to see my building calling, “Yes?”

“Hello sir, the young lady in your apartment wanted me to call and ask you when you would be back. I saw that you checked into your garage an hour ago but I thought I would check in with you before I told her that.” The woman at the front desk says politely.

“Tell her I’ll be right up.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hang up and force myself out of the car and into the elevator. The ride up I’m doing my best to prepare for what is to come, the tears and cursing, and that just on my side. I’m not ready for her to hate me. I’m not ready to say goodbyes to Tuesday dinners. The door opens and I’m greeted with an amazing smell. Did Mino get the food delivered already? No, this smells fresh, home made.

“You’re back!” She slowly makes her way over from the kitchen bar where I can see plates filled with food. I look away from the food to her and I’m kind of star struck. She is smiling up at me, her bruises are still there but I try to ignore them because she still looks so beautiful. Her hair is in a high bun with a few curls hanging by her face and she’s wearing one of the many dresses I have for her. This one is a simple peach color that hugs her body so nicely.

But I find myself grimacing and saying, “You look thinner.”

She looks down at herself and blushes, “Being kidnapped and in a coma for three weeks will do that to you.”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t filter it. Have you eaten?” I step closer to her. I’ll tell her after she eats something.

She shakes her head meekly, “I was waiting for you.”

“You must be hungry, come on lets eat,” I take her hand and try to lead her but she stays still. I look back at her to see her biting her chapped lip and guilty expression on her face. “What is wrong my love?”

“Can we talk first about something?”

I nod and lean against the back of the couch.

She takes a deep breath, “I want to say I’m sorry.”

“My love-“

She shakes her head at me, “Please let me finish. I want to say I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner. I’m sorry for only coming to you when they are gone. I thought that maybe I was being pessimistic when I yelled at them that day about how things would never work out with all twelve of them but I realized I was actually being realistic. They must have realized that too but that is not the point. The point is when I look at my life I realize that I only every really had one option that I know is best for me, and it is you. Please know that I do love you. I really do, I just needed a little push to get me to you.”

She smiles faintly, “Jihyo told me about what happened between you two and about what you talked about after. About the perfect life you both wanted. I didn’t want to admit it at the time but I like it. I want the husband and the kids and maybe a mistress,” She chuckle so cutely at her joke I find myself smiling. “So if you could please forgive me for all of the things I’ve done to hurt you and accept me,” She’s crying threw her smile. Her small hands are holding mine tightly.

I should tell her now. I have to. But when I open my mouth nothing of what I should be saying comes out of my mouth, “Of course, my love. You can stay forever.”

“Thank you!” She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me tight.

“But there will be no mistresses, you will only need me and I will only need you, I promise.” I hug her back, happy she can’t see the guilt written all over my face. I’m just doing what is best for her. She said it herself, that was not a realistic living situation, I’m doing her a favor. Right?

I’m not the bad guy right?

I’m just a guy in love.

She’ll understand in the long run, won’t she?

That I’m just looking out for her, I’m doing what is best for her. Yes, she will, I know she will in the future. So right now, I’m just going to show her how happy she can be with just me, that will show her, that will help her understand all of this.

Right?

Thank you again for reading my story! I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read this long mess but I want to say a special thank you to my top readers! @fallenaer @httpwyf  @chensuggababy and @pandieali you lovelies are amazing thank you for the love!

Whisper [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 7.7k

Pairing: Sehun x Reader x Junmyeon

Summary: Was it better to forgive the person who broke your heart or to give it to someone who wasn’t sure they wanted it at all.

Whisper Masterlist

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

The setting sun out the windows were making the marble table top shine, your palms folded neatly over your black dress, picking at the hem that ended just below your crossed knees. The idle chatter around you felt numbing, locks of hair tucked behind your ears as you nodded along as if you were listening, the ends tickling your cheeks. You loathed business dinners, despised the way everyone fawned over each other while their wives and husbands sat in silence pretending to enjoy themselves. The restaurant was too overpriced for the lack of food you got to eat, eyes looking anywhere but at the end of the table Junmyeon was sat at, chatting with your boss whose laughter loud enough to make a few other tables glance your way. Everytime you looked in his direction you’d catch him staring, the look on his face one full of emotions you were struggling to think about addressing.

He was hurt you’d left with a stranger rather than talking to him a week before, and you were still too wounded from the past to think that he didn’t perhaps deserve it.

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The Beauty and The Tragedy: Ch 8

Masterlist

Summary: Wren was an American girl who just wanted to find somewhere new. She just needed a change of scenery, but when she befriended the wrong person, her whole life will change in a way she never could have expected.

Genre: Angst, romance, Mafia Au

Pairing: SehunXOC

Warnings: Angst, things get a little heated ;) (no smut though)

A/N: I’m ashamed for how long I’ve been sitting on this and haven’t posted. This is what happens when I have too much going on in my head at once. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a drabble where chanyeol eats your pussy in his bed when D.O and Kai are sleeping beside you?

Title; I don’t know just enjoy the mental image of Chanyeol with a swollen wet mouth from kissing you, between your legs ready to eat you out. 

Summary: A vague taste of blood spreads in your mouth from biting your lip too hard but you can’t find it in you, to stop him right now; it felt too good with his wet mouth inbetween your spread legs.

Wordcount: 1k

Theme: eating you out, public-ish

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Chaebols: Play (Excerpt)

Genre: Mature

Length:700+

Paring: Baekhyun X oc

Summary: Baekhyun is questioning his life’s direction after a one-night stand.

Warning: alluding to sex, one-night stand, mentions of death

Bright light filtered in through frilly pink curtains, bringing Byun Baekhyun out of his much-needed sleep. It was an unnatural pink, so pink, Baekhyun felt as if he were going to throw up a particularly disgusting shade of pink. Who the hell turned on the light? He brought up his hands to cover his eyes, peeping in between his fingers to look around the unfamiliar room.

It was more feminine than he remembered, but then he wasn’t really thinking about the décor when the pretty little red-head pulled him in, hands and lips doing crazy things to his body. No, that definitely wasn’t where his attention was.

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React to K-Pop

Originally posted by yongguk-hell-chyeah

Zhang Yixing/Lay x YouTuber!Reader - Fluff

Words: 4.9K

Summary: It all started when you, a YouTuber, got invited to a famous react channel to react to EXO. Being a huge fan of them, your reaction sparked an interest in not only your fans and their fans, but EXO themselves.

A/N: This was a request from @icehooligan - I’m actually SO sorry it took so long, but it was really fun to write! Thank you again!


“Your voice is just amazing!!”

“If you had a concert, i’d definitely go!”

“She’s so pretty”

The corner of your lips lifted when you read the comments to your latest song cover of a popular pop song. Glancing at the view count, you pearly whites shined at the 1.2 million views. You kicked your legs in the air and spun on your chair, smiling brightly for achieving your goal of 1 million views in just three days. You leaped out of the chair and stretched your arms.

“Ahhhh quitting my job was such a great choice!” You exclaimed to nobody in particular so you glanced at your plants. “Thanks for always being there for me.”

Poking a leaf of your innocent succulent, you sat back down with a radiant smile ever present on your gleaming face, adding to the appeal. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes and allowed the sunlight to seep through your curtains to caress your face gently. You soaked in the heat of the sun and sighed.

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Good Girl Ch 40: A Queen and A Jester

“You work for him?” I repeat back to him.

The stranger nods, “Sort of, I’m more like a consultant.”

“How so?”

He hums as he thinks of a vague enough answer to give me, “When they need certain things done that they don’t want to be associated with or if their men can’t do what we can. We go where the money is.”

I nod, “So killers for hire?”

He chuckles, “Basically.”

“Why can’t I run into normal people?” I ask the universe and myself.

“Is this a common problem you have?”

“Trouble is drawn to me.”

“Don’t worry pretty bird, I’m here to keep trouble at bay.”

I laugh, “Does that make you my guard dog?”

“I guess so.”

“Thanks again for walking me.”

He smiles down at me, “No problem, anything for you pretty bird. Do you want some coffee?” I open my mouth to decline but he pulls me into a random café and pulls me straight to the counter. He orders a black coffee for himself and a green tea for me. I don’t bother trying to object when he pulls me to an empty booth and sits down across from me.

“Such a gentleman,” I tease.

He chuckles, “You are the first to say so.”

“That makes me a little less nervous.”

“You aren’t nervous.”

I cock an eye brow at him, “How do you know?”

“Killers for hirer,” I continue to stare at him, waiting for an explanation. He rolls his eyes as if it’s obvious, “No one would ever say that to an actual hitman unless they were comfortable.”

“Maybe I’m just an idiot.”

He shakes his head, “You aren’t stupid.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You’re Jiyong’s girl, he doesn’t like stupid girls.”

“I’m not Jiyong’s girl.”

“That ring would beg to differ,” He takes my hand and holds it tightly, not hurting me but warming it. I stare at our hands, my other hand is on the table, the ring my daddies gave me is shining up at me. He notices and takes my other hand and twists the ring around my finger, “If you aren’t Jiyong’s, than who’s are you?”

I snatch my hands away, “I’m a free agent.”

He chuckles as he turns his hand over to revel my ring, his eyes scan the inside and he chuckles, “Xoxo.”

“Does that mean something to you?”

“It just answered my question. Now let me ask you another, which one do you belong to?”

I take the ring back and stare at the engraving, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He seems to sense the sadness washing over me, “Do you want to ask me a question?”

“You aren’t going to have to kill me if I do?” I half-heartedly tease.

“Have you heard that threat before?”

“I thought I was asking the questions.”

He chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

I sigh as my eyes scan him, “How do you know about me?”

“Rumors mostly but I’ve been doing a little looking in on you.”

“Really? Why?”

“I like to know who I work for. If the man I work for has a weakness, I like to know who or what it is.”

I nod, “And what are you going to do with this information?”

He shrugs, “I’m still trying to figure that out.”

Our drinks come and I thank both him and the waitress before sipping the warm drink. He drinks his coffee and we are left in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. He surprises me by pulling a card deck out of his jacket pocket. Casually he begins shuffling it until he thinks it’s had enough. I watch confused as he takes a majority of the cards and sets them to the side.

After spreading them out he looks to me expectantly, “If I asked you to pick a card, how hard would it be?”

I shrug, “Not very.”

“Even if I said you had to just pick one?”

Not understanding frown, “I can pick.”

“Really? Even now?” He does a little trick and flips all the cards over together. I’m confused to see thirteen kings, a joker, and a queen staring up at me. “You can only pick one. Even if you think you can pick more, I’m here to let you know, that isn’t realistic pretty bird.”

“What is the joker?” I wonder.

“I threw myself in there for fun.”

“Does that make me the queen?”

“Someone thinks highly of themself.”

I scoff at him, “Are you saying that I can’t have myself and them?”

“You can loose yourself a lot easier than you think.”

“And the kings? Does it matter which one I pick? There are no names, you won’t know who I’m picking.”

“But you will.”

I don’t respond to that, he doesn’t really expect me to. He packs up his cards and places them back in his jacket pocket, done with his lesson. We finish our drinks and head back out into the cold. My arms are wrapped around me in a sad attempt to keep the chilly wind at bay. He notices and without a word, pulls me close. We walk silently down the busy sidewalk for a few minutes. He has me tucked under his arm and into his jacket so he can share his warmth. I know I should be weary of how much he seems to know about me but at this point, I don’t really care what kind of stupid situation I could get myself into. Sure, he could be leading me to his headquarters where I could be held for ransom or killed but to my surprise, the farther he leads me threw the city the more familiar the streets become.

I begin to reconsider my decision of going there. What if I’m unwanted there too? My hand in my uniform pocket tightens around the small gold card that Jiyong gave to get into his apartment whenever I want. Maybe this is a bad decision.

“Why do you call me pretty bird?” I ask casually, both curious about the answer and not wanting to be left alone with my thoughts.

“Because from what I’ve heard, you don’t get out much, people only see you out on Tuesdays and when you go to school. But nothing more than that. So I figured you must be locked up in his penthouse the rest of the time, like a bird in a cage. But form what I’ve learned today, you may be spending your time elsewhere.”

I sigh, “That’s what Jiyong said to me when we first met. I’m a bird in a cage.”

“So are you?”

“Am I?”

“A bird in a cage?”

I pause for a minute, “Yes. I think I am.”

We don’t really talk after that. He hums some random song softly as we continue to walk, the sad song weirdly comforts me in my wallowing. Inside my heart is broken, but I feel numb. I keep telling myself that it’s all just a joke or a dream because I don’t want to think of the reality of it. They don’t want me. No one wants me. Not my parents, or my sisters, or my daddies. I want to call Jihyo so bad and ask her if we can still run away together. I know she would jump at the chance but I can’t do that to her future. She has so much ahead of her, I would just ruin in all since that is all I’m good at.

I think back to what Suho said on the phone, nothing but pity. I wonder if that’s what they all feel for me. If that’s why Jihyo would runaway with me, why my daddies even took me in, why Jiyong even looked at me. They pity me. Then I think about this stranger’s words. I can only pick one. I never thought I would be the girl who wouldn’t even want themselves without someone else. I want them. All of them but like he said, it’s not realistic. The realization makes my chest tight and my eyes burn with tears.

“Yoo who, pretty bird,” The stranger whistles at me playfully. I look up at him, brought out of my pitiful thoughts to feel tears stinging my eyes. His smile drops at the sight of my glossy eyes. “Are you okay? I’m sorry for the whole bird thing I didn’t think it would bug you that much.”

I quickly shake my head and wipe away my tears, “It’s not that.”

He frowns, “Then what is it?”

“Everything else in my life,” I sigh and look up to find that we are in front of Jiyong’s apartment building.

“Do you want me to walk you in?” He offers sweetly but I shake my head.

“You’ve already done so much for me and I don’t even know your name.”

“Lets leave an air of mystery to this friendship,” He teases earning a smile from me.

“What am I supposed to call you than?”

He shrugs, “Whatever you want.”

“Okay, see you later guard dog.”

“Oh come on, at least be more creative,” He teases as I slip inside the glass doors. I give him one final wave before turning around and shuffling past the front desk ladies, who are glaring daggers at me. I step into the elevator and use the gold card to get access to the hall that leads to Jiyong’s apartment. Riding up the gold elevator is kind of nerve racking. I should have called. I shouldn’t just show up at his place without him being home, that’s rude. I should leave. My finger hovers over the lobby button as the elevator dings and the doors open. I peer into the empty room before shrink back into the elevator where I almost jam my finger from stabbing the lobby button so many times. But it won’t close.

“What the hell?” I mumble to myself as I press every single button in that elevator but it still won’t move. “Why do I feel like he’s doing this?” Looking around the elevator I see a camera in the corner. I sigh, “He probably has something to do with it.” Taking this as an okay or just fate, I shuffle out of the elevator to the unlocked door to get inside. “At least someone wants me.”

As those words leave my mouth I’m tackled to the ground by other guard dogs who look happy to see me. I giggle and enjoy their sweet dog kisses and seemingly unending about of love. After they calm down I stand up and place my stuff on the couch. I convince myself to peek into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat just laying out on the counter. I’m not going to dig threw his stuff, though I honestly don’t think he’d mind, I don’t want to risk someone else getting mad at me. So I shuffle back into the living room and sit down for a second but I can’t seem to get comfortable in the massive cold room. I consider going to my room, I stop in front of my door but after glancing down the hall I feel like Jiyong’s room is calling to me.

With a deep breath I slowly make my way to his door and slip inside. His massive bed with thick red covers looks so warm and inviting. He wouldn’t mind, would he? He would be encouraging me, right? Right. That is all the motivation I need to jump into the bed and burry myself in the pillows. His familiar smell burns my nose, calling me deeper into the bed. It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep, this has been a very interestingly heart breaking day that I would like to forget every happened.

A warm hand on my face calls me from my dreamland, “Hello Beautiful.”

“Hello.”


Do any of you lovelies have a guess on who are Jester is?

Dappled (Prologue)

Originally posted by huntertainment

- AN OTHER WORLD SERIES -

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU (Other World Chronicles)
Main Pairing: Female Reader/OC x Oh Sehun (Shadowkind)

The Other World has been at peace for many years, the Council keeping law and order between the Kinds and Lands. Even Outsiders live threat free. But in a world so vast and varied - can peace ever truly last..?

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AUTHOR NOTE: to anyone new: Hello! This series can be read alone, but it is actually from a collection of stories I have written for the same alternative universe. I would recommend reading those to fully understand everything that is going on (especially my own characters and the whole politics of the place - and especially Charred for Sehun’s backstory in this fic!). But that being said, it should be okay if you want to read it as a stand alone!

to anyone who has read the Other World series already: HEY LOVELIES! It is finally here, Sehun’s time to shine!! I know it is not that long since I finished Roots, but I am all ready to get this fic going. However, I am starting my new course very soon, this will be updated a bit slower than I normally do, I hope that’s okay. Also for anyone who has not seen/does not know - for the foreseeable future: THIS WILL BE MY LAST OTHER WORLD FIC! As lovely as I find it that you want me to write one for every member, the world building takes a lot of time and effort so I need to take a break from it! I might come back one day, but for now… please don’t expect any more! 

Okay! I’ll shut up now: hope you enjoy!!

P.S. I have tried something new, and parts of this story will not be reader perspective, but Sehun’s! Just you know, before you get confused. 

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You stared out at the expanse of water below you, watching the way the sunlight was dancing softly on the waves. The breeze played a little with the opening of your silk dressing gown, but you didn’t feel the cold. The Light Islands never get cold. You sighed, moving the glass of wine a little in your hand as you leant against the wall of the large balcony. You watched how the light played in the crystal, the way the liquid seen to turn gold in the sunlight.

‘Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?’

You looked over your shoulder and saw your father walking towards you. He smiled at you as he approached, raising an eyebrow. You considered him for a moment. Despite his old age, he still seemed full of life. His eyes twinkled beneath his now grey hair, and still the sunlight danced happily along his skin.  

‘Remind me again why I have to go to this wedding?’ you said, letting your eyes drift back to the view.

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regrets

The stars at your sight, the cold breeze embracing your skin, and the peaceful silence surrounding you—all of these are much pleasant to you, right after all those hardships and pain you have been through.

You were laying your back on the grass with your best friend, Baekhyun. He invited you to star-gaze with him and you were about to refuse when you remembered this might probably the last time you will be able to spend time with him as an unmarried man.

You had plans with your boyfriend, Chanyeol for tonight but you had to cancel it because of your stupid best friend who-you-loved-dearly’s unexpected plans. Gladly, your boyfriend understood your situation and only asked Baekhyun to take care of you and asked you to call him when you got back to your apartment.

Baekhyun was humming songs when you suddenly spoke.

“So, this is the end for us?”

Silence became more quiet than it actually was earlier. You could hear nothing but the wind blowing your hair, the heavy breathing you’re making, and the heart pounding in your chest.

He cleared his throat, “Nothing can end us.”

You chuckled at his reply and started to count those massive stars that are not countable at all to divert your attention. You thought so many things you’ve always dwelled on in your past. You thought of the times you thought Baekhyun has feelings for you. You thought of the moments whenever he would touch any part of your body, you would get goosebumps. You thought of the feelings you have felt that you were sure that you were in love with—

“I was in love with you.”

You froze, not anticipating the sudden confession he had always been hiding for the past few years. Questions started coming up in your mind and suddenly, you were drowning in your thoughts.

You did not speak, and Baekhyun took this opportunity to continue. “I was afraid to lose you. I still am, actually.”

You wanted to bombard him with lots of questions so bad to the extent you weren’t able to say them one by one and left you speechless.

He turned his gaze to you and held your chin, so that both of you could make an eye contact.

“Did you feel the same?” He nervously asked.

Yes, I did. You wanted to say these words but it felt like you’re in an ocean of millions of words but weren’t able to utter anything. You wanted to say more, but you didn’t want to complicate things anymore, now that he was about to get tied up with his fiancé tomorrow.

You stared at his eyes that held too much emotions, you stared at his moles you’ve always used to tease him but found it cute anyway, you stared at his lips you once wondered how would it feel like if it was pressed to yours, you stared at his face you completely adored until now, and finally, you stared at his heart through his soul that you once hoped it would be yours.

But none of your hopes happened.

Everything happened so fast. In a blink of an eye, both of you started to draft apart. Baekhyun met a girl and started to pursue her, while you had to prepare for your entrance exam in your dream law school. Of course, Baekhyun getting himself a girlfriend was one of the reasons why you completely drifted apart from him for at that time, you know you fell in love with him and you couldn’t do anything about the fate had served you but to swallow the pain and move on.

He tried to reach you out, but you didn’t let him to. With that, you found Chanyeol and you became interested with each other until your relationship started to blossom and it became love, giving no space for Baekhyun in your mind—but never in your heart.

“Baby.”

Reality snapped you out and remembered Baekhyun’s question, you blinked a few times and finally answered him.

“Y-Yeah, I d-did.” You stuttered.

Silence wrapped the both of you once again, but now, it is a suffocating silence. Too much suffocating that you wanted to stand up and leave him alone here.

He suddenly laughed, let go of his hand in your chin and gazed the stars once again. You got confused to why was he laughing when the current situation you were in right now wasn’t something laughable. You wanted to punch him when his laugh died down and started to talk.

“This is funny,” he sighed. “Fate is funny.”

“Why did you say so?”

His head faced you and gave you a ‘do-I-still-have-to-answer-that’ look.

“Just look at our situation. You’re now with someone who isn’t me and I will get married tomorrow. After all these years, I’m still in love with you.”

“You know you can’t be,” you snapped at him, your head turning to face him. “You will be married tomorrow, Baekhyun.”

“I know,” he murmured, sighing once again and cupped your cheeks, his thumb forming circles in it. “I just want to let this out and be clean before facing my cruel reality.”

You closed your eyes, feeling how close your faces are to each other, your free hand holding the hand that’s in your cheek.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to shout at and blame the fate and timing because they fell on the places they weren’t supposed to fall on, you wanted to yell at Baekhyun for not telling this years ago for you hoped if he said it earlier, things wouldn’t turn out this way, and mostly, you wanted to blame yourself—for you let the fate & timing control the florescence of your love with Baekhyun to not blossom in early years which could give you an unproblematic outcome today.

“Baek…”

“I know, I know…” he whispered to me once again, you felt his lips planting small kisses on your forehead, as if they’re the message for his unsaid words and feelings.

With that simple yet heart-warming act, a crystal tear started to roll in your cheek. Not a shed of tear that is full of happiness and blissfulness when he said he was and is still in love with you, but a shed of tear that is full of regrets, what-ifs, and sorrows that are too much for you to handle for you had enough having them in your chest for the past few years.

When both of you were already calm, he stood up and stretched an arm for you to help you get up. He insisted to walk you home and you weren’t in the mood to argue with him—not at this time when both of you have naked hearts in front of each other.

You have your fingers intertwined with him on your journey way back home. You squeezed his hand to grab his attention before you spoke.

“Let’s love each other, Baekhyun. I will always love you what I’ve always did since time immemorial.”

He laughed quietly, squeezing yours back. “Always.”

The Mistress - Optional Bias

Author’s Note: If I could explain to you guys how long it took me to write this! LOL! I worked hard on it. It’s a little different from my usual themes (Dom!OC/Sub!Bias whaaaat?!), but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you again for all your patience! It means so much :) I hope you like it! 


It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in high power positions tend to be very submissive in bed. It made sense. They spent their entire day making big decisions, high stress jobs that required 100% of their attention. It was only natural that in bed, they wanted to give up that control and let someone else be in charge of making them cum. He was no different. As one of the youngest and most prominent CEOs in South Korea, he spent many nights in compromising positions, tied up, pinned down, and so fucked out that it was impossible to count his orgasms.

You glanced up from your book at the clock nonchalantly. He always arrived at 11 pm. Sometimes he’d come once a month, other times he’d come every night of the week, but every session began at 11 pm. You’d give him another fifteen minutes. No sooner had the thought entered your mind did you hear the distinct knock of the infamous CEO. You laughed to yourself. He was the definition of punctual.  

“Come in.” you said. The door slowly creaked open as he walked in, smiling shyly as he entered your apartment.

“Sorry I’m late.” He began. “I had to –“

“Stop talking. Take off your clothes.” You interrupted. His mouth snapped shut, but he did as he was told. He began undressing quickly, articles of clothing flung haphazardly in any direction in record speed. You fought the urge to laugh as you sauntered over to him, your heels clicking loudly on the floor.

“You kept me waiting.” You said simply.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said softly. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. You pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down his torso, your nails raking across his skin, before cupping him firmly between his legs. His head rolled back with a shaky exhale.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you.” You said, smiling at the visible shiver that went down his body and the way his cock began to twitch before your eyes.

“Yes.” He answered with a slight nod of his head. You slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Yes Mistress!” He quickly corrected.

“That’s better.” You said, rewarding him with a few pumps along his cock. You gently tugged him by his cock further into the room, stopping when you reached the bed and pushed him down on his back. He scooted back until he reached the head of the bed. You smiled at his compliance as you straddled his hips and reached up to handcuff his wrists to the bed. He watched anxiously as you secured him to the bed, his dick pressing against your thigh impatiently. You intentionally grinded against him, the only barrier between you being the thin lace panties you were wearing. He groaned deeply and bucked his hips up towards you. You leaned forward, placing kisses along his neck and jawline.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you asked, your breath ghosting over his ear. He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded.

“Yes mistress.” He whimpered, his cock twitching under you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before jumping off of him, leaving him tied and hard on the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked, the alarm in his voice almost pathetic. You giggled calmly.

“We’ll need some lube, won’t we?” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After fetching the lube from the bedside table, you climbed onto the bed and situated yourself between his legs.  You spread his legs and kissed up his inner thighs. You stopped, maintaining eye contact with him, and enveloped him whole. His eyes widened in shock before they rolled to the back of his head.

“FUCK!” he yelled out as his head slammed back into the pillow. You chuckled with him inside your mouth, the vibrations added a new sensation. You pulled back to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit, and lowering back down until you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued between deep throating him and teasing the tip of his cock until a string of moans and the clinks of the handcuffs filled the room. You pulled back, pressing the tip of your finger against his entrance. He jerked in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth in response. You leaned down and kissed his hip soothingly.

“Relax baby.” You cooed. You waited until you could feel his muscles relax before taking him in your mouth again.  You slowly slipped a finger to the knuckle, keeping the same pace as your mouth. He moaned loudly, his teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip, unsure of which way to move. You added a second finger, curving them over his prostate while your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. He thrashed against the bed, screaming your name.

“I’m…I’m gonna cum—” he moaned. You pulled your mouth and fingers away, squeezing the base of his cock to ward off his orgasm. He bucked his hips, desperate for any friction that might help him over the edge, but to no avail. The frustration and disappointment in his voice gave you a giddy sense of joy.

“Do you need to cum?” you asked sweetly, your grip still snug on the base of his cock.

“Yes, please.” He said, still breathless as beads of sweat began to run down his forehead.

“Well, that’s too bad.” You said, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re only allowed to cum when I say.” you said firmly in his ear.  

You waited until his breathing returned to normal before starting again. You took his cock in your mouth again, alternating between sucking and licking, while you thrust your fingers in and out of him at a steady rate.  By his fourth orgasm denial, there were tears in his eyes.

“Shit…I’m so close” he sputtered under his breath, his eyes shut tight. “Can I please cum? Please?” he whined. You pulled your mouth away, giving the swollen head of his cock a light lick.

“Yes, you can cum.” you said as you grabbed his cock and pumped it in rhythm with your fingers. High pitched moans and deep growls flowed as his hips bucked wildly.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” you urged. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as spurts of cum shot across his abdomen and chest. He collapsed down on the bed, the handcuffs barely supporting his arms. You continued to milk him for all he was worth until he began to pull away from you.  

“Thank you, Mistress.” He said, his voice barely audible. You let him take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. You grabbed a towel and wiped your hands before sloppily wiping the loads of cum from his chest. Tossing the towel to the side of the room, you slowly slid down your panties and reached down to massage your clit. HIs eyes were trained on you, dark with lust.

“I think you need to make me cum. Right now.” You said. His eyes locked on your dripping center. He reached up and licked across your folds eagerly. He reached up to grab your thighs as best he could against the handcuffs. You lifted yourself away from his mouth and pinned his hands down firmly.

“Did I say you could touch me?” you scolded “Use your tongue.” You ordered. He nodded and swept his tongue across your clit in a way that made you arch your back with a moan. He smiled and continued to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Good boy.” You moaned. You reached up and unhooked your bra, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. He moaned into your pussy at the sight. His wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers reached down and buried themselves in his soft hair. You leaned back, running your hands down his body and taking hold of his cock. He was already hard again. You ran your thumb over his slit, eliciting a strained moan from him.

“You get off on pleasing me, don’t you.” You asked.

“Yes Mistress.” he nodded, his tongue flicking ceaselessly against your clit.

“That’s it. Keep sucking my pussy like the naughty slut you are.” you moaned. You began to roll your hips on his tongue, eager to reach your own orgasm. He relaxed his jaw and let you grind against his hot mouth until you were tensing up and coming undone over him. He continued with soft licks, helping you along, until you’d come down from your high.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” you asked as you slid down his body, siting just above his erection.

“God yes!” he groaned. “Please.” He wasted no time, his hands coming out to take hold of your waist. His lips latched to your neck and began to mark you.

“Condoms are in the bedside table.” you moaned. He rolled over, quickly ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. You shimmied down and lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on his dick, not stopping until he bottomed out. You reached out and gripped his shoulders, holding on as you glided up at a glacier pace before slamming back down on him.  

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet you thrust for thrust. With this new angle, every bounce had him brushing against your sweet spot. His lips came up and wrapped around your nipple, gently biting down and swirling his tongue around the nub. It was almost too much for you.

“Mmm…I’m gonna cum.” You warned. His fingers began circling your clit as you bounced wildly. You screamed as your inner muscles tightened around him and bringing him towards his own orgasm. His grip on your ass tightened as he emptied himself into the condom, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. A few halfhearted thrusts later and you were both spent, leaning on each other for support.

He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the darkening mark on your neck, and aimed for your mouth. You turned your head so that his lips would land on your cheek instead. You climbed off of him and threw your legs to the side of the bed, slipping out of those heels before walking to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.

You could feel the jolts of pleasure as you walked, the tiniest of movements still managing to stimulate you. You slowly wiped your face, fixing your smudged eyeliner and lipstick and smoothed down your wild hair (tasks that would normally take you 30 seconds stretched to five minutes). You walked back into the room to find the CEO carefully putting his clothes back on.

“Um…thank you.” he said, his cheeks flushing. You smiled endearingly at him. How could he possibly be embarrassed after an hour of fucking?

“No problem.” You said nonchalantly. He looked…cute. All the worry lines and stress induced wrinkles were smoothed out in his afterglow. You low key wanted him to spend the night, to sleep in his arms and wake up to that messy hair.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” he said rather than asked, his sudden change back to professional demeanor bringing you out of your daydream. He asked every time he came over and every time you said no. You didn’t want the type of life he was offering. And he knew that. You shook your head and pulled the sheet tighter around your body. He walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you before you could stop him.

“Then at least let me kiss you.” He said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head. Kissing him would make this mean something. Kissing him would unleash all the feelings you’d been trying to keep at bay.

“Just one kiss.” He said, tilting your chin up so that you couldn’t look at anything expect him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours gently, giving you the opportunity to break the kiss if you wanted. When you made no attempt to stop him, he cupped the sides of your face, deepening the kiss as if he’d been saving it after every dirty word, every hook up, and every orgasm. His tongue glided over yours, his tastes mingling on yours in this new, intimate way. You hadn’t been kissed like that before in your life and it made you yearn for more. You weren’t ready for him to pull away, but he did. He winked down at you, managing to make you blush. He put his jacket back on and kissed your forehead once more before leaving your apartment. You smiled as you locked the door behind him. He hadn’t been gone for 30 seconds before he came knocking on your door again.

“Did you forget something?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Same time tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered.

“Great. I’ll bring dinner to you. Wear some cute pajamas.” He said with a proud smirk. He waved before you closed the door in his face, rolling your eyes and unable to wipe that stupid smile off your face.

"Etched Hearts and Broken Parts": Preview/Prologue

Originally posted by dancegodjongin

Tags: Soulmate AU, angst, romance, poly romance, EXO


         They estimate that it was around 25 years ago when it probably started, around the time you were born. Soulmates. Children being born, growing up, and telling their parents that there was a name on their body that only they could see. Teenagers meeting a stranger with the same name, hearing their own name said by the owner of the ghost writing, and tattoos forming where the invisible monikers once stood.

         “Somehow activated by hearing your soulmate say your name” you remember one scientist said on late night television. It was during the time when hundreds of cases of tattoos on minors started popping up. “You’re children aren’t lying, they really do see a name on them,” TV Psychiatrists would say on the talk shows your mom used to watch.

         Name. Name. Name. NAME. Just hearing SOULMATE made you sick to your stomach. You knew from the first time you told your mother. With the way she looked at you, the way she didn’t believe you, you knew. At seven years old, with two names written in invisible ink on your wrists… you knew that you were broken.

                                                                  ~*~

         You grunted as you put your bag down at the entrance to your apartment. The bag was weighed down with what felt like 50 pounds of headphones, and cables. You shuffled off your work boots and slid yourself down to lay on the cold floor which might not have done much for cooling you down, but it still felt good. You felt your white tank top sticking so tight to you from sweat it might have to be surgically removed, your black, and green plaid shirt was splayed out on the floor almost giving you angel wings and your rolled cuff blue jean shorts (which at the beginning of the day fell about an inch above your knees), had ridden so far up your thighs, they might as well be underwear at this point. Being chubby and in the heat is never a good combo.

         “Don’t get your nasty sweat on the floor, I just mopped this morning,” your best friend scolded as she walked down the hallway and stood in front of you. She was in her normal lounge at home outfit, a black t-shirt, and heather grey leggings. You were in direct eyesight with her teddy bear slippers, and you poked one of the bear’s nose before sliding across the floor and crawling on the couch. “Tough day?” She asked as she set your head on her lap and ran her fingers through your hair.  

         “We got a bunch of newbies who didn’t know how to work any of the equipment and the client was almost an hour late. Apparently, she was with her soulmate and lost track of time AND it was an outside set. In the Summer! Do they realize this is KOREA, it’s hot as hell here! I sat by Satan on the subway ride home!,” you scoffed and scrunched your nose.

         “I can understand wanting to spend time with your soulmate, but still that’s no excuse,” she said the coolness of her hand felt good on your forehead.  

         You heard the chime of the door opening and instantly jumped off the couch and started making your way down the hall. “I-I’m uh, going to go and take a shower, I-I-I… I feel gross,” you called out as you ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Yixing got off early today, you thought to yourself as you ran some cool water. You felt your heart start to ache and tears attempt to come to your eyes before you shook them away and got in the shower.

         “Where is she?” you heard Yixing ask. His question was followed by pots and pans clanging around and the sound of plastic grocery bags crumpling. While the bedrooms were sound proof, everything else in the tiny apartment wasn’t, and it amazed you how well sound carried from the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bathroom.

         “She went to take a shower, she’ll be out in a bit. They made her work in the sun all day! I should call that boss of hers and give him a piece of my mind,” she rambled. You figured she had probably taken a seat at the kitchen bar like she always does. Since they met, she’s always loved to watch Yixing cook… among other things.

         “Did you ask her yet?” He asked.

         “No, not yet. I was going to but, it’s so hard to bring up. Maybe we should both do it,” she said.

         “Eh… it might be… awkward if I’m there. But yeah, we should both ask her, since we’re both part of it anyways,” he said. “But not today. Not when she’s tired. Maybe this weekend?”

         “Yeah that would be great,” she said, “I’m so nervous.”

         I guess it’s time, you thought. They’re going to ask me to move

                                                                ~*~

         “It smells delicious,” you said as you walked out of the bathroom still towel drying the hair on your head. The water was falling down your neck and down your cleavage which was made all the more prominent due to your sports bra. Your Harley Quinn raglan tee was damp at the shoulders, and your black pajama shorts were sticking to the inside of your thighs. You looked over at your best friend and Yixing who were just staring at you.  “What? Does it not taste good?”

         “No, it’ll taste good. I didn’t let this one touch anything, so it’ll taste good.” He winked at you as he pinched your best friend’s cheek.

         “Hey! I’m not that bad! I swear, if you weren’t my soulmate I’d-,” she caught herself as she looked at you.

         “Will you stop acting like that already?” You tried to laugh it off, “You make it awkward when you do that.” Your attempt at dispelling the awkward moment only magnified it, and the same atmosphere continued all through dinner.

         “I’m probably going to be late getting home tomorrow,” you said as you cleaned the last dish from dinner and made your way to the living room. They were seated on the couch, cuddling and watching tv, another routine they had acquired after becoming soulmates.

         “What? Whyyyyy?” your best friend whined as she moved Yixing’s arm from her shoulder and turned from her spot on the couch to face you.

         “Apparently some celebrity couple has come out with an announcement and now I have to go with a crew to film their interview.” You said as you bent down and looked in your bag of cables to make sure everything that you would need for the next day was there.

         “But you were supposed to have the day off! We were going to have a girl day!” She whined again.

         “I know but… my boss says it’s pretty important and we’re really lucky to get this interview. I don’t really have a choice.” You sighed as you zipped up your bag and made your way towards her. “I’ll ask for a day off after tomorrow ok?” You tried to appease her by ruffling her hair. “Listen, we have to set everything up in the morning. I’m going to go ahead and go to bed.”

         “Goodnight,” Yixing turned around and smiled at you awkwardly.

         “Yeah. Night,” You returned just as awkwardly and made your way to your room.

                                                                ~*~

         “Celebrity couple reveal that they are missing a piece! Famous producer, composer, and lyricist Chanyeol and his soulmate, actor and model Jongin, formerly known as Kai claim to have a second soulmate!”

         Yixing stared wide eyed at the television screen while his soulmate let out an audible gasp beside him.

         “You don’t think, that’s not them… tomorrow. She’s going to…” just the thought of it shocked her and she couldn’t form any complete thoughts.

         “It’s ok,” he said as he pulled her onto his chest and rubbed her back. He could feel the anxiety seeping off her and her heart was about to beat out of her chest. “Don’t worry. It’s not them, it can’t be. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything like that happen. I promise. She’ll be fine. We will all be fine.”

         He reassured her but something deep down inside told him that he needed to do something. That they needed to do something, and fast.

An Inspiration

Originally posted by daenso

Zhang Yixing/Lay x Reader - Angst, Fluff, Sexual References

Words: 4.7K

Summary: New to Korea, you were more than ready to show the world that you were capable of being an international idol by going to the market at 11 PM. The thing is, you certainly did not expect to get lost, get caught by fans, and share a bed with your favorite idol and role model.

A/N: I came in wanting to write a smut but got super shy half way through haha ;;


‘Korean fans are scary.’ You thought to yourself as your black hat ghosted over your eyes, narrowing your point of view. Your tiny feet scurried across the arrival hall of the airport while the crowd of people screamed your name and held posters and signs with your name and face on them.

Don’t get me wrong, you love your fans. Your fans are the ones who let you stand on stage and sing your heart out. Not originally from Korea, the transition from devotion to obsession amongst fans proved to be rocky to you. Never in your life did you know that people could be so dedicated to you and your group members.

You casted your eyes to the side and gave a small wave to your fanboys and fangirls, the crowd roared in response as your manager hustled you away. You walked a bit faster while giving small smiles and nods to your fans in the sideline. Mouthing a small ‘thank you’ here and there, the fans were more than jubilated to see you pay even a hint of attention to them.

Being SM Entertainment’s newest trainee under your real name (F/n), to say you were not used to Korean culture was an understatement. You felt homesick 99% of the time, you didn’t understand Korean jokes, your tongue was still getting accustomed to Korean food, you didn’t know how to get anywhere - yep, the textbook example of a tourist. Except it was your job. Your “touristy” behavior caught the attention of other SM idols who were not from Korea.

So basically only Zhang Yixing, better known as Lay, from EXO. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a fan of the breathtaking dancer with a voice to match. From music skills that can top any music producer in the industry and musical talent that makes professional musicians cower to their knees, Lay was no doubt the person you looked up to the most in SM Entertainment. Of course, if only you had the guts to talk to him about something.

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Good Girl Ch 48: Last Day

Again Lovelies, I’m letting you know this chapter is not for people who are sensitive to aggressive situations 

You have been warned!


A week. A whole week of the chase, the capture, the tape and the room. My voice is gone. I’ve screamed my heart out, and to be honest I don’t think I could scream anymore if I tried. The tapes are the hardest part. I can handle their taunting words as they purposely walk passed where I’m hiding and their disgusting jokes about fucking my mouth when they capture me. Sitting in the dark cement room by myself is definitely the best part of my day.

The tapes have not really been violent, not counting the bruises that are on my wrists and ankles and every other part of my body that they held on to. Since Taeil ripped my clothes they’ve been making me wear nothing but my underwear, thankfully they gave me a blanket to sleep with but it can’t leave my tiny room. They feed me the leftovers of their meals, which is a surprisingly large amount of food. Zico is always the one to bring it to me. He hands me the large plate filled with rice and beef, as always he stands in the far corner with his arms crossed over his chest and stares until I’m done.

Even though I felt like Zico is the one I should be scared of the most he is actually the most kind to me. He is always the one to stop the other from going to far and actually raping me, and a few have been very close. He has never caught me, he doesn’t stay around for the punishment either. Purple just seems uninterested in all of this. He just follows Zico usually, he comes and gets me from my room and pushes me out of the warehouse.

Today felt different. I’m lying on the bare mattress with my blanket wrapped tightly around me. I’ve been awake for a while now but without a clock I’m not sure what time it is. My mind is on my daddies, at least it was a moment ago until I couldn’t stop crying. Did they really not care enough to come get me after all the things they have seen on the videos? Maybe they didn’t want me because of those videos, the tapes were cut off before Zico stopped the guys from actually rapping me so my daddies don’t know that I haven’t been violated but maybe they don’t want a dirty girl like me. I can’t hold back the uncontrollable cries that spill from my lips and echo threw the small room.

They abandoned me. They just left me with these guys. At least Joker felt bad for leaving me and he is only a friend. They were my lovers, my first. I thought they were my everything but now I see nothing but betrayal. Briefly my mind flashes to a sweet man in a black suit.

Jiyong.

What is he doing with all of this? Does he know? Did anyone tell him? Would he even care? No one in my life seems to. It’s been a week. Another Tuesday where I didn’t show up, he must know something is wrong. He must not care. I guess I’m just going to die here. With no one to pay the price on my head there will be nothing saving me from their wrath.

As if they could read my mind the door opens. To my surprise it Zico standing there not Purple. He hands me a small set of clothes, a t-shirt and shorts that must belong to Taeil because they seem far too small to fit Zico. There is a note on top.

Last day.

I look up at him confused and concerned, “Last day? I didn’t know there was a time limit. What happens when today is over? Will there be another tape?” I’m on my feet now. He says nothing, just turns around and waits. I take this as my chance to get dressed. With new clothes on he leads me into the bigger room where the others are waiting.  

“Are you ready to have a fun last night with us?” Taeil mocks. I wish I could see his face. I just want to know if my punch had left a bruise, to know if I marked him like how he marked me.

“Hyung leave Kitten alone, she’s heart broken that she’s even had to last this long. She was probably expecting one of her prince charmings to come rescue her. Too bad they’re just thugs who care about nothing but themselves,” Kyung chuckles. “You should’ve known that Princess. A big group of boys like them couldn’t settle for just one little thing like you. Plus they are definitely not your best option.”

I glare at him, “What do you mean?”

He flicks my forehead, “Calm down. I’m just saying that you had a better option and wasted it for more pretty boys. I wonder how your friend would react to our little videos. I think he would have found you by now. But I guess that lucky for us that those lazy bastards didn’t even try for you. Now we get to have more fun.”

“You know the routine princess,” B-bomb says as we walk toward the warehouse exit. “But I’m going to suggest you hide better today. Tonight’s punishment is going to be especially brutal. But,” I can imagine him smiling at me behind the mask, “there is also a prize if you can make it until daylight.”

“A prize?”

“Yep, your freedom. We’ll let you go free of charge but if you can’t, you gotta get a punishment, you got it?”

I nod before stepping over the threshold and running as fast as I possibly can on my aching limps. I need to hide. I need to get out so I can ask them why they didn’t come for me. The paths have become more familiar to me and I’ve learned where to hide for a little while but they always end up finding me. But today I’m trying a new place, some place I’ve considered hiding every time but lacked the courage. I’m not any braver than I was a few days ago I’m just more afraid of whatever punishment I could receive compared to falling off a fairs wheel.

With a deep breath I quickly climb up the latter that leads up half way before shimming across the slightly raised beam to one of the carriages. The siren goes off signaling the being of the game just as I sink into the carriage. I need to hide until day light, I can do that, I know I can with this hiding spot. Their taunting words echo from below and for once, I don’t feel a sense of panic or fear. For the first time all week I actually feel kind of safe.

The search for me goes on forever, I can hear them genially getting irritated that they can’t find me. Curses and their ridiculous pet names for me are yelled from all over the grounds. It takes all of my self-control not to peek out to see where they all are. Laying on the floor of that dirty carriage I feel relaxed enough to close my eyes and drift off into a warm slumber. I dream of freedom, of warmth, and for once, not of my daddies. I see Jiyong, he’s offering me his hand and his warmth and his love, like he always does. No matter what I said to him he was there for me.

My nap is interrupted by the sound of a machine groaning to life and the sudden trembling of the carriage. My eyes snap open to see a new pink sky, day light, it’s almost here. But it’s too late. The fairs wheel groans to life and slowly begins to rotate. I press myself against the floor, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they could miss me. But luck is not on my side.

The carriage door rips open and someone drags me out by my hair, I look up to see Taeil’s familiar mask glaring down at me, “You were so close Pumpkin.”

“What a shame,” Kyung chuckles, “I was actually kind of rooting for you at this point. Someone tell the boss we found her. He isn’t going to be around for this one.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to be the one to tear you are apart.” They drag me back to the warehouse where I’m thrown on the floor. Taeil crouches down to my level, “Are you ready for the beating of a life time?”

I shake my head, “Please don’t, I was so close! Day light was right there! Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Nope, that’s not how it works Pumpkin. You failed, you get the punishment you deserve.”

“What did I do to deserve this?” I scream at him. My voice cracks in fear and in over use.

“You should have known to avoid our world,” B-bomb tells me. “This isn’t the place for a little kitten like you. This world is for cold hearted people like those bastards who left you. They may have seemed warm but that was just a show, you were just a toy to them, nothing more. Now if you think you want to continue in this world, if you really want to live knowing that no one wants you, you will take your beating like a good girl.”

“Don’t make the girl’s whole world seem so hopeless,” U-kwon scolds.

Jaehyo nods in agreement, “She might have one person.”

“One?” I laugh sadly.

“One is better than nothing,” Kyung gives me a sad smile.

“Enough of your guys hopeful words to the girl, lets get down to business,” Taeil cracks his knuckles. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to break her into a million little pieces.”

“Please go first,” Jaehyo offers.

“Happily.”

Taeil steps up and stands over me, his fingers weave threw my hair and grip the roots tight before delivering a hard punch to my jaw. He doesn’t give me a second to recover before doing it again, and again, and again. Blood is spilling out of my lips when he releases me to move down to my lower body. One kick, two, three, four, he hits my face again and I just don’t know anymore.

I don’t know if they switched out or if it really is just Taeil delivering blow after blow. I don’t know which way is up or which way is down. At this point I’d be lucky to tell you my own name or open my mouth to say it.

I just know that everything hurts. My eyes are so swelled up they won’t open. Something might be broken, if not I’m impressed. My body will be covered in bruises, I can already feel them forming underneath my skin. I try to roll over on to my front but they don’t stop. I begin to wonder if I’ll be alive when they do.

Do I even want to be?