A/N lol I was so stressed about my exams I went and cried in my
bed. then wrote some smut. That’s how you deal with school problems
Also sorry it literally took me 9 years to write this
A groan escaped Baekhyun’s lips as he lowered
himself into the sofa chair opposite you. You looked up from your phone that
sat between your fingers.
“You alright there?” He landed stiffly in
the chair, sighing again once the cushion seemed to wrap around him.
“I’m so sore…” he grumbled. “We
practised endlessly today.”
“Oh dear. They really do work you hard, don’t
they?” You mused. Baekhyun shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes
crinkling and brows furrowing as he winced at the pain.
“Ahh, it’s my back.” He looked up at you,
his eyes drooping in self sympathy.
“Do we have any pain killers or
something?” you asked, standing up from your seat. “I’ll go and
look.” You began to turn away but Baekhyun stopped you.
“Wait. Maybe you could… possibly…” he
"Give me a massage?” His eyes shone
pleadingly and you couldn’t help but agree.
“Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then."
After taking a good couple of minutes for Baekhyun
to heave himself out of the couch, he lay down on his front, his chest sinking
into the mattress of the double bed.
"Be gentle,” he said, his voice cracking.
“Don’t worry, I will.” You couldn’t help
but smile at his innocence, positioning yourself adjacent to him. You kneeled
on the bed next to him, stretching out your knuckles and testing your hands’
flexibility. You placed your hands on the cotton of his t-shirt, gently rubbing
circles towards the top of his back. Almost instantly, Baekhyun let out a
content sigh. You gradually moved further down his back, continuing the same
You caught glances at his face, tipped on its side.
His eyes were shut, often squeezing together in satisfaction.
“Jagiii…” he mumbled, reaching for the
hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up to expose his skin. You couldn’t help but
feel distracted by his voice, his sensual sounds igniting something in the pit
of your stomach. You tried to ignore it, assuming he was too tense for what you
had in mind.
He stayed in the same position; you presumed he’d
wanted the contact of your hands against his skin. He let out a hiss as your
fingers pressed into his back. “Your hands are cold,” he stated.
“Sorry." You worked
your hands over his flexing muscles, pleasing Baekhyun with each movement.
As you continued massaging him, he continued to
produce unforgivable moans and groans that you tried desperately to distract
yourself from. His lips were parted and his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he
were concentrating on something. While you were examining his features, he
suddenly turned in your grasp, rolling into his back. His eyes gazed up at you,
any sense of tranquillity disappearing as a dangerous and cheeky glint seemed
to replace them. He half smiled, a cocky grin playing on his lips.
"Why don’t we do something we can both get pleasure from?” You
mirrored his devilish smile. Taking that as a yes, his arms snaked round your
waist as he pulled you atop him. Your lips connected and your long forgotten
massage turned into a fiery kiss full of passion and want.
control and rolled you both over, so your back was lying pressed against the
mattress while he held himself above you.
This time, moans escaped your lips as his hands
roamed over your body. At your voice, you felt his crotch harden against you.
His fingers crept up your t-shirt, cupping your bra. He smiled and gently
pulled it upwards, revealing you only in your bra. His hard stomach
pressed against yours as he dipped downwards and connected your lips together
again. Both his hands found their way behind your back and unclasped your bra,
exposing your chest completely.
His lips moved from
yours to wander against your cheek, then your jawline and your neck. All the
while, his hands were working at ridding your body from your remaining clothes.
“You feeling better
now then?” you murmured, soon followed by a gasp into his hair. He was still
sucking at your neck, leaving beautiful marks that claimed you as his own. He held
his body up with his hands planted heavily either side of you, locking you into
his own personal prison.
“Much better,” he breathed
against your neck. You arched your back into his body as one hand came to
circle your core. His finger coiled around your clit before entering it inside
you. You shivered and pressed your hands into his back, feeling your nails
indent small curves into his smooth skin. You melted into his touch, your eyes
rolling back and your eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure.
finished sucking your skin and he began gently nibbling on it. You shuddered in
response. You began to feel a line of sweat glistening on your forehead as
Baekhyun’s arm movements seemed to go quicker and quicker – now two fingers
buried inside you. You moaned and whined out breathlessly, repeating his name
like a chant.
You could feel his grin against your skin. His
teeth grazed across your collarbones as he cockily smiled at the reaction he’d
caught from you. You threw your head back as you were dissolved in pleasure –
your first orgasm fast approaching. “Baek… Stop…” you gasped. “I want to cum
with you-“ you attempted to stop him, you’d wanted to share your orgasm with
him. But he ignored your efforts, his right hand coming to lay gently across
You moaned into his
hand as your high suddenly shook through you – a bold of electricity shattering
through your veins. Your heart beat incredibly fast while time seemed to slow
down around you. You cried out Baekhyun’s name, your nails pressing deeply into
his skin even further. You wondered if you’d left deep marks behind.
As your orgasm
finally died down, you were left lying breathless on the sheet. Baekhyun pulled
his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips and letting you clean
them for him. You gazed at him adoringly, sweat glistening all over your body.
Your legs unconsciously crossed themselves, protecting your burning heat from
While regaining your
stability, your fingers found their way to Baekhyun’s belt and undid the clasp.
You pushed them down his thighs, pulling his boxers down with them. As his rock
hard member slapped against his muscular torso, you smiled hungrily, arousal
making its appearance once again.
You wrapped your
fingers around him, stroking a finger over the head and running your hand up
and down. You started to pull yourself out from underneath Baekhyun, expecting
you both to change positions so that you could pleasure him yourself, but his
hands flew to your shoulders, his iron grip keeping you in place.
“No, I want you too
much. Now,” he stated huskily. Happy to comply, you felt his arms return to
your thighs, pulling them apart again. He positioned his hips readily, his cock
pressing lewdly against your entrance. He was further away from you now,
instead of lying directly atop you he was half kneeling lower down. He looked
carefully at you, eyebrows raised in question. It was one of the sexiest things
a man could do – you thought – showing they’re asking for consent. You reached
forward, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.
With this movement
forwards, he entered you. You moaned simultaneously into one another’s mouths, saliva
mixing between the two of you. He started slow, thrusting at a consistent pace
until quickly he began to charge into you. His hips moved so suddenly against
you that neither of you could commit or concentrate on kissing, your lips just
lying parted against each other. They both sung each other’s names.
“Oh my god,” you rasped,
his dick brushing against your one spot of pleasure. His eyes clamped tightly
shut as he repeatedly hit that same place inside you, your moans only
increasing. His skin shone with sweat, drops even occasionally falling onto
your skin as he continued to rhythmically slam into you.
His pace was soon so
fast it was almost unbearable. At
this point, you’d become putty in his hands and you were an item for Baekhyun
to fuck. He’d moved his head to bury it in your shoulder, growling against your
skin as he pounded into you relentlessly and unforgivingly. One of your hands
buried its way into Baekhyun’s hair, holding him closely while his hips rolled
against you. You felt his breath against your collarbone, ragged and erratic as
you could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer. You couldn’t help but
wonder if he was in pain – the movement probably being ten times more intense
than the dance moves he’d performed earlier on in the studio.
A pool of fire
flickered in your stomach, your second orgasm igniting in your body. Baekhyun’s
thrusts never ceased to slow down, although the steadiness began to falter as
he had almost caught up with his end. He panted and groaned, almost as if he
were annoyed at himself, until he thrust into you with so much force that you
ended up coming together – one another’s fluids mixing and combining as one. Stars
dotted your vision as your voice was stolen from you; you bathed silently in
bliss while he repeated your name over and over as if it were a hymn.
He sighed out in exhaustion
and pleasure, jerking and crashing his chest against yours, lying still against
you. For a few moments you both lay there, catching your breaths and gasping
for air. It took a few minutes for the room to stop spinning and Baekhyun
rolled to the side, falling onto the mattress beside you.
You both continued
to stare at ceiling above you. Satisfied and spent.
began, “that was definitely one way to loosen me up.”
pairing: chanyeol x baekhyun genre/rating: smut, mature themes, college au words: 8k summary: baekhyun loves to play overwatch and doesn’t want to join minseok for a frat party in their apartment block, but gets forced anyways and somehow ends up in chanyeol’s apartment and in his pants
Pair: Chanyeol x Reader x Baekhyun (poly relationship) Word count: 1,037
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You furrowed your brow as you continued to stare at the message that was on your phone, sent from an unknown number.
‘Hello, random stranger! You’re a lucky winner of being a random number that received a message from us! Do you accept your prize?’
You bit your lip and sighed. What did that even mean? Was this one of those texts that were supposed to rip you off?You continued to stare at it for a little longer before shrugging, deciding to leave it alone and go start dinner.
After you were done, you came back and saw you had another message from the number.
‘I guess not? Come on, we’re not that bad.’
You paused. That sounded like an actual person. You decided to actually respond this time, see if you can get answers.
“Who are you?”
You sat back on your bed as you awaited a response, hoping it was actual people and not some stupid text bot disguised as it.
‘I would be Baekhyun, and I’m here with my friend Chanyeol. So you decided you wanted to talk to us?’
You pursed your lips. Chanyeol and Baekhyun. So you have two people talking to you? You still weren’t completely convinced though.
“Send me a picture of the two of you”
After you sent it, you realized it might have seemed like a weird request, but it apparently didn't faze them, because you soon received a picture from them.
You nodded slowly, and after checking on google to make sure it wasn’t from there, you studied the picture some more. So, what you’re being told is that two beautiful boys were texting you, as a random number?
Your phone pinged as another text came in, assumingly from the two boys.
‘Now that you’ve seen us, can we see you? Get a name maybe?’
After thinking about it for a moment, you decided, why not. They sent you a picture of them, you might as well do the same. You took a quick selfie and sent to them, as well as your first name.
It took a bit for them to respond, assuming it was still Baekhyun texting you. It wasn’t until five minutes later when you got a text from another unknown number.
`Hello it’s Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s been looking at his phone for a bit now, he wasn’t expecting the only person to answer us to be a girl`
You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. Someone as good looking as those two couldn’t possibly be awkward with girls, could they?
“It’s not a big deal, is it?We can pretend I’m just a genderless enigma if you want.”
The answer was almost immediate.
`Oh no, it’s fine. We were just surprised.`
You were about to send a quick “okay” message when a message from Baekhyun came up.
‘Hey, are you going to keep talking to us? You seem pretty cool.’
That caught you off guard a little. You weren’t necessarily sure how you seemed cool since all you’ve done is question them and send your picture and name. However, you weren’t going to turn down the compliment, especially since they seemed pretty interesting themselves.
You glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight, something you didn’t want to see since you had to be up at 6.
“I’m down for it. I have to go to bed though, work in the morning. Night, you both”
You waited until you got a text back, wishing you a good night before going to sleep.
The next day, you’d forgotten about the night before, going on about your day. It wasn’t until you were getting out of work at 2 that it came back, in the form of a text from Baekhyun, a selfie with the text ‘Just woke up, good morning Y/N’
Good morning? “You just woke up? What time did you go to bed?”
You got home before you managed to get a response from him, your phone buzzing from where you dumped it on the counter when you walked in. ‘Around 6, maybe 630′
“6 in the morning?? Don’t you have work or school or something?”
The answer was almost immediate. ‘I work from home. Kind of. Speaking of which I should start doing that. Ttyl’
You took your phone and flopped down on the couch, ready to destress from work. Play with your phone answer texts, maybe take a nap. That last one sounded particularly appealing, maybe you should do that. You grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and snuggled up, about to let sleep take you for an hour or two when your phone buzzed yet again.
You groaned and checked it, planning on leaving the person on read when you saw it was a text from Chanyeol. You opened it and it was a picture of him. Unsurprising, it seems they both really like to take selfies, especially when they first wake up. However, this one didn’t come with a message, just a picture of him with his hair messy and sleep still in his eyes.
“Well hello to you too. You work from home too?”
You tried to get comfortable again while you waited for him to respond, which ended up being a lot sooner than you hoped for. `Kind of? What made you think that?`
You thought before just sending “Baekhyun.” It was simple and to the point.
That seemed to clear it up pretty well since he sent back `Oooh. Yeah we work together. We perform in restaurants and stuff, I play guitar and he sings. He’s on his way right now to work on it.`
You thought before responding. Huh, so you’ve been chatting with two handsome, musically inclined men. Teenage girls would be losing it if they were you right now.
“Well if you’re gonna be busy I’ll let you go. I wanna hear you guys perform sometime though.”
`Why of course. One of use will send it to you sometime. See ya!`
You stared at the text for a while before sighing. You couldn’t explain it, but you had a strong feeling in your gut that these two were going to be an interesting part of your life.
You couldn’t taste anything. It’s not a birth defect, a
mental issue or anything else; it’s simply the life of a person without her
You couldn’t smell the food your parents cooked, or the
garlic powder you see your mother add way too much of.
Normally, you wouldn’t ever go to a café (and you deemed it
to be this way for the rest of your life) as it’s a waste of money to drink a
cappuccino you can’t even taste (ironically, you still get the effects of
caffeine) but your best friend invited you out and offered to pay, so why the
A/N so I’ve decided to do this in parts just bc… why not lol
The garden party had buzzed with anticipation – the problem
was, you’d had no idea what for. Chanyeol, your best friend, was hosting the
party. It was a summer evening; the sun was setting while pockets of light were
strung between the trees of Chanyeol’s large back garden. There were many
tables scattered on the lawn, picnic chairs tucked neatly under them. The
sizzle of the barbecue merged with the gentle murmuring and laughs of the
guests. A soft smell of cooking meat floated throughout the garden; Chanyeol’s
friends Kyungsoo and Jongin were in charge of the food. It was common for
Chanyeol to host parties and you’d agreed to go without hesitation.
After all, you were in love with him. Tall, handsome and
with a personality no one else could ever surpass, you’d fallen for him years
ago. You’d grown up with him and watched him shape and mature into the man in
his twenties which he was today. The only issue was that he had a girlfriend. And you couldn’t even bring
yourself to dislike her; she was lovely. Ara and Chanyeol were almost perfect,
you completely understood their attraction towards each other. Yet you couldn’t
shake off the idea that you and Chanyeol yourselves would be a match made in
heaven. Couldn’t anyone else see quite how close you and Chanyeol really were?
The overly touchy-feely best friends that would irritate any normal girl – but for
some reason – Ara didn’t mind. It almost annoyed you, you wanted her to be jealous.
The only other person aware of your suffering was Baekhyun.
Chanyeol’s closest male friend and another of your best friends. The two of you had been playing a casual game of Truth or Dare one day, and after asking whether
you’d marry, kiss or avoid Chanyeol, Baekhyun himself and Jongin, he’d easily
worked out that you had a crush on his friend. That was before Chanyeol had even met Ara, and Baekhyun had been there for you throughout each step of their
relationship, comforting you when they had first become official.
You’d opted to wear a pretty, flowy, summery dress that hung
above your knees. Your hair was styled specifically for the party, and Baekhyun
had earlier found some flowers for you, asking Ara to weave them into your hair.
You hadn’t realised the garden party was going to be a step
far too tall for you to reach. You’d be giving Chanyeol away. Everyone had
suddenly voluntarily gathered under the open marquee. You had a glass of
champagne in your hand and curiously made your way over - suspecting Chanyeol
was going to make a clichéd speech of some sort - where you settled next to
Jongdae, another of Chanyeol’s friends. You weren’t sure what was happening,
but everyone seemed to have made a circle around Chanyeol and Ara.
Suddenly Chanyeol was down on one knee and clasping Ara’s
left hand in his own.
“…and I just can’t imagine a life without you. Ara, will you marry me?” Squeals of delight,
gasps and cheers erupted around the marquee, even the flames of the barbecue seemed
to crackle in approval. You did your best to stop spitting out the champagne in
your mouth. You had to place your glass down on the table to your left, gripping
onto it so tensely it felt like your knuckles were going to protrude out your
Jongdae’s cheers of joy echoed in your ear and he turned to
look at you, grinning widely.
“Aren’t you just so happy for them?” His smile faded slightly
as he noticed your condition, gripping onto the table for support while your
skin had become an uneasy white. His brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay?”
You choked into your hand, still covering your lips as you spun around. You
caught Baekhyun’s eyes for a moment, before weaving your way out the tent and
leaving the rest of the crowd to cheer in happiness as Chanyeol slid the
shimmering ring onto his new fiancée’s hand.
You’d been able to handle them as boyfriend and girlfriend,
but engaged? You’d lived in the reassurance that one day they’d break up, that
you’d be there for Chanyeol and he’d suddenly come to his senses, acknowledging
your feelings for him and reciprocating them. But now there was no chance; it
was plainly a schoolgirl fantasy. You jogged into his house, finding the
upstairs bathroom and locking the doors before letting the tears fall. You’d
been in this room a thousand times, staying at Chanyeol’s was something you’d
You’d just been there a few minutes, sitting on the floor
with your back to the door, before you heard footsteps dashing up the stairs
and a familiar out of breath voice.
“Y/N?” Baekhyun. He knocked at the door. “Y/N, are you in
there?” You swallowed.
“Are you okay?” You sniffed in response, your head falling
into your hands as you cried.
Baekhyun’s heart broke when he heard your muffled sobs. He let
his body slide down to the carpet, where he sat in the same position to you,
back to back.
“Did you know about this?” you asked, wiping away a tear.
Baekhyun was silent for a moment.
“You knew about it all along? Chanyeol told you he was going
to propose? Why didn’t he tell me? I’m his best friend!” you spluttered, rambling
“Open the door before you get mad and break something.”
Baekhyun ordered. You were still for a moment before reaching up to the lock
and clicking it open. You scooted to the side where you came into contact with
the bathtub, using that to lean your back against instead.
Soft dark eyes met yours. They held pity, sorrow, guilt and something
else that you couldn’t quite grasp. He sighed as he sat down next to you,
stretching his long legs out parallel to yours.
“Why wouldn’t he tell me something like that?” you mumbled,
letting your head fall to the side, landing on Baekhyun’s shoulder. He flinched
before uncertainly bringing a hand up to your head and gently stroking your hair.
You stayed like that for a while, he was your shoulder to cry on, a comfortable
silence sans for your soft tears on his jacket. “Why are they getting married
so fast? Does Chanyeol know what he’s doing? Does he really even love her?” You
drew back, regarding Baekhyun’s irises which were eyeing your tear stained
“Y/N… Chanyeol’s choices are his own, and if he wants to get
married, then… There’s nothing you can do.” Baekhyun sighed. You blinked, another
tear running down your skin. He half smiled, reaching to wipe it away. “Please
stop crying,” he whispered.
“But maybe if… if Chanyeol had just told me before proposing, I could have stopped this,” you returned,
your trembling voice as quiet as his.
“Y/N, no. You couldn’t, and you shouldn’t. Chanyeol loves
Ara.” You seemed to zone out, not listening to his harsh words and instead
allowing spiteful feelings to brew inside you.
“In fact –” you cut him off, “you could have told me. You know how I feel about Chanyeol, why
couldn’t you tell me and I could have put a stop to this!” you accused, rising
to your feet. Baekhyun stood up with you and gripped your wrists in his own
hands. You fought back for a moment, until after a moment’s hesitation, he
pulled you roughly into his chest and held you in place with steel arms. You
proceeded to cry further into his chest; his warm biceps locked around you, managing to comfort you.
“It hurts doesn’t it,” he began, his chin resting on your
head, “when you love someone but they just don’t notice it.”
Hey ho!! I’ve had some time to write while I was away and I have good wifi for a few days so I’ll be releasing a three part series! I hope you enjoy!! As usual any feedback or comments are fully welcomed :)
You sigh and return
your gaze to the boy in front of you. Baekhyun’s eyebrow is raised at you and
you know he’s annoyed. You steal a quick glance at Park Chanyeol who’s sitting
across the room on the other end of the cafeteria before muttering something
about it being three years.
“I know, it’s not
like you’ve been telling me about how much you love him for that long or
anything.” You reach over the table to punch Baekhyun in the shoulder. He
doesn’t even flinch. After ten years of friendship, he’s accustomed to being on
the receiving end of your punches. “Listen, all I’m saying is that you keeping
your feelings all bottled up isn’t helping anything. I say you should just
Pairing: Baekhyun x Yixing (Lay); Baekhyun x Chanyeol Warnings:Grief, Past character death, Depression, Recovery Rating: NC-17 Final Word’s Count: ~33k Summary: Nepenthe: 1. adj. - something capable of causing oblivion of grief or suffering. Yixing tries to bring Baekhyun back to life, yet it’s Chanyeol who is six feet underground.
Summary: You and Kyungsoo have been best friends, and the
boys can’t help but prank the two of you in an attempt to pair you up. Member: Kyungsoo (D.O.) x Reader (appearance by Baekhyun and
Chanyeol) Type: Fluff Length: 1,539 Words
I think that relationships between best friends are just so
cute. Anyways, I hope you guys like this scenario <3
“Soo!” You screamed loudly as you ran to your best friend.
Kyungsoo looked up at his bedroom door in confusion. You ran into the room,
slamming the door behind you and throwing yourself onto the bed beside him. He
stared up at you, unsure of what to say, but not really complaining. “Kyungsoo,
please go kill the giant spider in the living room. The boys just left and I
can’t even go near it.” You explained to him.
hi pie, i just wanna know, have you read any good baekyeol fics recently? if so can you recommend some? I'm open to any genre ;;
hello sweetheart ;] humm lately people on livejournal seem to abandon baekyeol so these days i often lurk around asianfanfics for something to read. heeeyy never underestimate aff, you can find really good stuff here. i can list down some of my favourites here for you…