~Baekhyun~

"Stop it."

My head shoots up from where it had been resting on the bar. It's pre-shift at SUJU. I made it a habit to come in early on Saturday's and help out with getting things ready a long time ago. Mostly it's just to fuck around with my coworkers or to bother my dad, but today i just feel a little too in my head for doing such things.

"Stop what?" I ask staring at Jiyong's annoyed expression as he works his feeling into the bar rag currently drying a glass in his hands.

My darling brother rolls his eyes. "You're sulking."

I huff out a breath and reach forward to play with a stack of napkins. "I'm not."

"You are and it's bothering me." Ji announces, fixing me with his signature 'take no shit' expression he reserves for rowdy customers and handsy patrons.

I shake my head at my own blood's lack of compassion and grit my teeth. I stand and flip him off. "Well, i'm so incredibly sorry for being such a nuisance for you." I announce with a dramatic bow to add to the layer of petty i'm spreading.

Jiyong groans and i get less than two steps from the counter before his voice catches me in my tracks. "Baek, wait. I didn't mean it like that. Come back and talk to me."

I stop and turn back to him with a skeptical expression. "Wait... Are you actually apologizing and willing to listen to my problem?"

Jiyong's face deadpans immediately and he not so gently places the glass down on the counter. "I'm ignoring the fact that you're being a bitch because clearly something is wrong. Do you want my help or not?"

I consider his offer and weigh how good of an idea it is. Ji's been doing this whole relationship thing longer than i have and Seunghyun and he have had tons of ups and downs. They've been through a lot and are still together, so even if they have their problems clearly he's doing something right. Theoretically Jiyong would at least be able to offer me a better perspective than my friends can.

"Okay, fine." I sigh and grab a chair at the bar, plopping down with a heavy sigh.

Ji's lips almost crack a bit in as good of a smile that i'm betting the mistress of the devil can handle; and though it's a bit startling, it also softens his face and makes him look at least five years younger.

"What can i help you with, baby bro?" Jiyong coos gently, placing his forearms on the counter between us.

I cringe and Jiyong snorts. I shake my head at this absurd new territory i've never been in with my brother before, but find myself chuckling at how oddly nice it feels. "Chanyeol and i are dating now."

His face twitches with genuine surprise, but he also looks slightly pleased. "Oh, wow. That's great, Baek. I didn't think it would ever happen, but congrats nonetheless."

"Thanks for the faith, Big Bro." I say sarcastically mixed with slight offense.

Jiyong's shoulders shake from his amusement but he holds up his hand in protest. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You can't blame me though. I watched you two grow up and skirt around each other like fucking idiots for years. I naturally assumed that you two would end your lives miserably unaware." I narrow my eyes and he just sighs, reaching out and ruffling my hair slightly. "But i'm glad you two figured it out. It was kind of hard watching my little bro, who i practically helped raise, go through such a hard time."

My heart softens a bit and i realize that Jiyong has kind of been closer to this than most people. I was debating if he was the best person to go to for advice on this, but now i can see that if anyone can tell me what's going on in Yeol's head, it's him. Jiyong helped raise me because Dad and Mom were incredibly busy when i was younger, but Jiyong also helped raise Yeol too, because he was always by my side.

"So, what is it? If you two are finally together, i figured you'd be walking on clouds right now and breaking out into random girl group dances any chance you get. Why do you look so conflicted? Everything is going okay, right? Yeol is treating you well?" Jiyong asks, his eyes sharpening at the last question.

I'm quick to wave my hand in the air and offer an easing smile. "Everything is fine, Ji. Amazing even. Chanyeol has been so wonderful to me. We've had an amazing couple of weeks, just spending time together and figuring this new aspect of our relationship out. I'm so happy right now... but.."

"But?" He pushes, his eyebrows furrowing.

I take a deep breath and place my hands on the bar, while Ji's eyes search my face with increasing concern. "Yeol won't have sex with me."

The instantaneous look of horror and disgust on Jiyong's face brings me innate satisfaction. He stands up straight and throws the bar rag on the floor, before taking a long suffering sigh and raking a hand through his hair. If i wasn't waiting for his golden apple of advice, my brother's suffering would bring me a great amount of pleasure.

Ji stops and lifts his head towards the ceiling like he's questioning the universe for their tests and pinches at the bridge of his nose. "Baek, that dumbass is just as much of a little brother to me as you are. I don't..." gagging noises pull from his throat. "Why would you do this to me?" More gagging sounds. "I didn't need these images. Damn it, Baek."

I sigh and reach my arm over the bar, grabbing a towel off the secondary counter where all of the bottles of alcohol sit and smile when i feel that it's slightly damp. Ji still whines and rages on about his poor 'tainted' mind, while i spin the towel into a straight line. My brother is making another series of gagging noises when the loud crack of the towel snapping over the small space separating us and Ji's loud shriek rings through the air.

"What the fuck, Baek. That could have drawn blood if it had hit me." Ji shouts with a hand over his chest.

I smirk and sit back down onto my stool. "Are you done being dramatic? You of all people should understand why this is kind of important to me. I love mom, but he kind of made it impossible for sex not to be a big part of our lives."

Ji lifts a shoulder and sighs with a nod. "Being raised with an open view and healthy mindset about sex kind of set us up for some terrible circumstances when it comes to relationships."

I knew Ji was the right person to go to. "Exactly. Ji, i'm used to being open. I'm comfortable with my body and i trust in my inner energy, but i'm completly unprepared for this. I don't know how to navigate modesty or awkwardness when it comes to sex. I'm used to people wanting me and if i like them, things progress easily. I know what's going to happen and how... but with yeol..."

"It's hard to tell where his head is and what he wants?" Ji offers.

I whimper pathetically and rest my head in my hands. "Fuck. Yeah."

Jiyong sighs and surprises me by rubbing my arm comfortingly. "Listen, Baek. Since i've known Chanyeol, even back when he was that awkward little boy who prefered digging around in the dirt looking for worms over playing with kids... well except for you that is... he's always been someone who locks his feelings away because he's scared of dealing with them. I mean, hell, look at how long you two getting together took. Whatever he's feeling or thinking isn't going to come out willingly. You're going to have to be blunt and real with him."

I worry at my lips and stare at the wood design of the bar. "i just don't want to push him. Everything is still so new and perfect right now."

"Is that really how you want this to start? Baek, you've been in love with Channie for years... i doubt you're seriously willing to lose him so easily." Jiyong addresses me sympathetically. "Talk to him. Nine times out of ten, it's just a misunderstanding. Don't let him pull away from you. You're one of the only people that he'd be honest with if you asked."

Of course, as always, he's right. Even when we were kids, everytime Chanyeol would disappear and revert into himself because he was upset. I was the only exception. I was the only one he wouldn't push away and whenever i asked, he'd always tell me what was wrong. I was the first one outside of his father and him who knew his mom was sick. I was the first one he called when she passed. I was the only one he'd cry in front of on the days he couldn't hold the pain anymore. Even before everything with his mom happened, Heechul and his mother would send me in to talk to Yeol when he'd get upset because i was the only one he'd calm down for and talk to. I never really thought about it. I just bubbled it into an 'us' thing, but i guess others noticed it as well.

"Yeol loves you, Baekhyun. That's been obvious for years. He's never going to do anything to intentionally hurt you, but you have to tell him when he's causing you hurt he can't see. He's kind of an oblivious idiot and you need to save him from his own mind as you usually do." Jiyong elaborates.

I nod, agreeing with him. Strength pulls up from deep within my body at his words and i know it's the right thing to do. Jiyong knows Chanyeol better than most and he's right. Yeol gets stuck in his head and over thinks himself sick. Whatever hangup or issue he's cycling about will only get sorted out when i force him to talk to me about it. I mean, look where waiting for him to figure it out got us. I'll talk to Yeol and we'll sort this out.

"Can we stop being nice to each other now? It's freaking me out." I say and watch Jiyong visibly deflate a bit.

"Yes, thank god." He groans. "It's exhausting being the wise, caring older brother."

"Well, we wouldn't want you to strain that tiny tic-tac heart of yours." I say, blinking innocently.

Jiyong snears. "You know, i have no idea why i was freaking out about you two fucking earlier when clearly you're not getting any. You're wound tighter than hair stuck in a children's toy."

I gasp and slap the counter. "low blow."

Jiyong snorts. "You wish."

"Asshole." i curse.

"Cunt."

"Shitwhistle."

"Fuckbonnet."

"Twinkie tits."

"Butt slug."

"Spunk bubble."

"Queef cookie."

"Ass fiddle."

"Thot-tart."

"Boys." We both flinch at the loud voice of our father leaning over the upper level of the club right outside of his office. Clearly we had been a bit loud.

Ji and i both mumble out an apology, before giving each other a look. Our dad chuckles and i hear him mumble "spunk bubble" under his breath and disappears back into his office.

"Seriously, talk to your boyfriend." Jiyong says pointing a stern finger at me, then starts to walk away to continue opening up the bar. "Oh and i won't tell mom about you two, but you might want to jump on that before he hears it from someone else."

My heart stutters in my chest at the sudden realization that i still haven't told my mother about Chanyeol. Fuck. My head once again finds the bar and i hear Jiyong's satisfactory laugh over the sound of my pained whine.

>>>>

~Chanyeol~

The loud clunk of the front door unlocking makes both Kyungsoo and i jolt from our places on the couch. Soo sets his book down and looks at me before releasing a deep chuckle and i reach over for the remote and turn off the show i was only half watching. We don't even try to hide the fact that we wait up for the guys anymore.

Kyungsoo pushes my legs off of his lap and stands, waddling quickly to the entryway to greet our guys, while i stretch out on the piece of furniture and slide onto my back. My eyes close and i listen to soft, mumbled voices from the other room. That's the difference between Soo and me. He's the greet you at the door type, while i'm the stay back and let you come to me type. It won't take my little puppy long anyways.

A few second later, when i get a lap full of Baekhyun pouncing on me, i understand that my bestfriend...boyfriend knows me very well.

"Hi." i say, opening my eyes.

Baekhyun leans over me and places his hands on my chest, making me swallow thickly. "Hi." He says with a dazzling grin.

He bends down and i'm met with sweet, soft lips. They slide over mine, patient and teasing. He tastes like cherries and mint.

"How many times did Ji beat you tonight for stealing the cocktail cherries?" I ask when he pulls back slowly like he'd rather not separate from the kiss. I know how he feels.

Baekhyun lifts an eyebrow. "Bold of you to assume he caught me." I tilt my head to the side and raise my own eyebrows. He relants with a snort. "Only twice. He was being oddly nice tonight."

"Really? Is he dying?" I ask shocked by the idea of Ji being any sort of nice to his brother.

Baekhyun cackles and buries his head against my sternum. "No, he just... I guess he felt like being generous."

"Ji? Generous? Is that even possible?" I ask and feel him shrug in response and his body relaxes against me.

I sigh and wrap my arms around his middle, bringing our bodies closer together. This last few weeks have been full of moments like this and it's been absolute bliss. We went on a few intentional dates for coffee and even out to dinner, held hands in public, kissed for hours under the stars in the backyard while wrapped in a warm blanket, and i even took Baek to a show downtown for a band i'm a fan of. It's like we're still us. We still operate as best friends, but now i can finally have all of the things I've always dreamed about. All of the times i reached for him but held back because i was scared of being seen through. All of the times i wished for him in my arms as i rested against this couch. All of the times i imagined his lips and body against mine. They exist in this reality now and i'm free to touch, hold, kiss, love as i have always wanted.

Baekhyun is mine and gods, i never knew a person could feel so good pressed against your body. I could never have dreamed up a feeling such as this. It's so simple between us. Nothing feels forced or awkward like it would in the beginning of a relationship. Having his hand in mine or telling him i love him is as easy as breathing and it's so amazing to finally be able to take that breath.

I place a hand on the side of his neck and force his head up to look at me. His deep chestnut brown eyes widen. "Y-Yeol?"

"You make me really happy." I say, breathing in the smell of cheap liquor, sweat, and club smoke still lingering on his skin.

I feel Baekhyun's heart stutter under my fingers pressed over his pulse point and he smiles wobbly at me. "I'm really happy when i'm with you too, Yeollie."

"There's just no pressure between us. We finally have each other. Nothing is rushed or desperate. It's just you, me, and all the time in the world." I say, rubbing my thumb over his cheek.

Something crosses his eyes and it confuses me for a second, almost like he's disappointed yet sort of guilty. I open my mouth to ask him what's wrong but he hushes me by leaning in for a kiss and i indulge him, leading it this time, taking my time to taste him fully. It's the most addicting drug the world could ever produce.

"Okay, gross. Enough." We separate with amused grins as Kyungsoo kicks the couch. "Baek. You're filthy, go take a shower. Yeol, you've stayed up late enough. Go get some sleep."

Baekhyun rolls his eyes and i swear i see him contemplating murder for a second before he sighs realizing his full exhaustion. "Yes, mom." he says crawling off of me, but grabbing my hand to help me up as well.

We amble up the stairs and stop at the top, fully aware of the silence settling over the house as everyone settles down for bed. It's been a long week as we're all approaching end of the year deadlines and stresses.

"You should go grab a shower, Baek. It's been a long weekend for you." The club always gets extra crowded at this time of year. It's the oncoming warm weather pushing everyone out of their house and into the bars for Korea's annual mating season.

Couples are popping up all over our campus and everyone seems to have been kissed with the desperation of wanting a mate for the promised heat ahead of us.

Baekhyun smiles at me and nibbles a bit at his lip. He's been doing this for the past couple of days. Every night when we say our goodnights and get ready to part ways, he always looks like he wants something. Like he wants to ask or say anything, but he never does.

"And then what?" he questions quietly, his eyes refusing to meet my own.

I chuckle and brush a strand of hair from his eyes. It's getting long. I'll have to remind him to get it cut soon. He always complains and pouts when it gets long enough to tickle his face.

"Then you go to bed. I know you have to be exhausted. Yixing said you've been taking on a lot at work since he's been taking some extra time off for his nursing clinicals." I say, placing a hand on his hip.

Baekhyun pouts and huffs. "Yixing is a traitor."

I snort and lean in kissing him deeply. Gods, i'll never get used to the fact that i can do that so freely. "Go shower, babe."

The hesitant look comes back but then he just sighs and nods. "Yeah, okay. Goodnight, Yeollie."

I smile and release him, pressing one last kiss against his forehead. "Goodnight, Baekkie."

He turns and heads down the hall to his own room. I guess whatever is bothering him, he'll tell me when he's ready.

.....

"Yeol, are you asleep?" A voice filters through my half asleep fog and forces me into alertness. Only Baekhyun could snap me back into reality.

I roll over slightly and look over my shoulder. Baekhyun stands by the edge of my bed, looking unsure and kind of guilty.

"Baek?" I ask groggily. "Is everything okay? What's wrong?"

Baekhyun sighs. "Please don't make me wake up alone again, Yeol. Please."

My breath catches in my throat and i fully spin over to face the other. I jump onto my knees and reach out to hold his hands in my own. So that's what those looks were for earlier. That's what he wanted?

"Baekkie, no." I call, pulling him closer to me and wrapping my arms around him. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. Come here." I say, laying down on the bed and bringing Baekhyun down with me.

He seems unsure for a second, like he's waiting for me to laugh and kick him out of my bed, then he relaxes and snuggles against me, releasing a happy hum. I chuckle and rake my fingers through his hair.

I guess there's still a lot to figure out with our relationship. There's still a lot of uncertainty between us. Baekhyun for the longest time was just my best friend and it's not always easy to get rid of boundaries and habits you've drilled into your head for years.

When we were young, kids just on the cusp of adolescence, i stopped sleeping in the same bed with Baekhyun. At first making excuses that fled way into simple familiarity. I missed him like crazy, always craving his existence in my bed like it had been almost permanently since we were infants, but i never expected him to feel the same. I thought he'd just chalk it up to growing up and i could be free of every time i woke up feeling miserable seeing the person i loved next to me. Always close but never close enough.

I was wrong. I was wrong about so many things when it came to Baekhyun and i regret so much, but I'll gladly spend as much time as Baekhyun allows me to stay next to him making up for it. I'll spend the rest of my life if he'll have me, making sure we never again have to feel the absence of the other.

>>>>

~Baekhyun~

"Yixing." i cry dramatically into my best friend's pillow, while my legs dangle off the edge of his bed.

Despite my efforts and my brothers advice, i just haven't seemed to be successful. "No matter what i do, Yeol never lets me get close enough to even put us into the mood or to try seducing him. It's full on Pg-13 up in this bitch and my dick isn't having it."

Yixing sighs from across the room where he's putting away his now folded laundry. I hate how neat he is. It always makes me feel bad about myself. My bed is covered in clothes that, lets face it, is practically a nest now.

"Sweetie, i don't know how to help you. I've told you how to fix your urges." Yixing says. "If you need it bad enough, i have a whole closet you can have a go at."

I push myself up into a sitting position and turn toward the other two, pouting at my friend who gives me a sympathetic look.

"There's no helping him, Xing. He's beyond help." Sehun says dramatically from where he's seated at Yixing's desk working on a new edit that is actually coming out nicer than i expected.

Yixing thwacks Sehun on the head with a sort of paddle looking device and smiles softly at me. At least my best friend loves me for the queen i am. "Listen, Baek. I know the gods gifted you with a super sex drive that could honestly put any sexual deity to shame, but you still need to respect where Chanyeol is coming from."

I wine and kick my feet out like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "I do, Xing. I really do. But this is killing me. Imagine getting choice brand of your favorite drug for months. Whenever you need it, it's yours. But then you get offered the premo shit. Like top of the line shit, and it's just in your reach. You already bought it and it's right in front of you, but then your dealer puts it behind a glass case and tells you to wait. Wouldn't that drive you to the brink of insanity?"

Sehun suddenly cackles, throwing his face into his hands. "Listen to him, Yixing. He's comparing Yeol's dick to cocaine. He's fucking lost it."

Yixing grimaces and shakes his head in disdain. "Never use that analogy again, Baekhyun. How do you know so much drug lingo?" He thinks about it then holds up his hand. "Never mind. I don't want to know. Just, seriously, Baekhyun. Talk to Chanyeol. You saw what lack of communication did to our best friend. Please, just act like an adult and go fucking tell him what you want."

I sit back and think about what he's saying for a moment. Yeol and i have been friends for years. We've always been open and honest with each other... well almost always. But still, we should be able to slide into this whole relationship thing like seasoned pros, not babbling idiots. Taking it slow is for people like Kyungsoo and Jongin. Chanyeol and i are different. We've basically already been together for years now, just without the sex. It's about time we took that final step.

"You know what, Xing. You're right. You're so fucking right! He's not my skittish best friend anymore who runs at the slightest hint of physical contact. He's my boyfriend, damn it. I should be able to run to him and demand dick when i want it!" I yell feeling the weightlessness of this epiphany.

Yixing winces and closes his drawer now that all of his clothes are put away. "That's not exactly what i was saying, Baekhyun. I was just explaining that in these situations, talking things out are best and-"

"Yeah, i hear what you're saying, Yixing. I hear you loud and clear. I should just go up to Chanyeol and tell him that i want to be bent over and fucked until i cry." I say interrupting my friend and find amusement in the way he closes his eyes and sighs. For someone who's so sexually open, you think he'd respond to my brashness a bit more positively.

"Beak, maybe taking it easy on him would be the best for right now." Yixing says like he's approaching a ticking bomb.

Sehun snorts and shakes his head, not even bothering to look up from the computer screen.  "No, please. Let this happen. If it blows up in his face he'll deserve it for not knowing how to behave like decent human."

I pout and roll my eyes, but Yixing just sighs and crosses the room, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Just think a little before you act, Baek. This is all very new to Yeol and I'm sure he has his reasons for taking things slow."

"Or maybe he's realizing that he made a mistake and is second guessing putting his dick in a bratty, loud, and obnoxious pain in the ass who has no idea what shame feels like." Sehun quips.

I fake hurt and place a hand over my chest. "Sehun, after everything I've done for you and you hurt your mother like this?"

Sehun groans and rubs his hand down his face. "I hate you."

A snort pulls from the back of my throat. "I love you too, Hunnie."

Yixing gently smacks the back of my head and forces my attention back to him. "Just... go talk to your boyfriend, Baek." He says leading me to the door and closing it on me.

I'd be offended if i wasn't aware of what they need to do. Sehun's kind of private about it and is usually only comfortable showing them to Yixing. I respect that.

I head downstairs and walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge to see if we have any good snacks. Of course, now that Minseok has infiltrated our lovely house father's heart, he's taken over influence in the kitchen department. I miss snack cakes and potato chips.

I notice a small cup of what looks like pudding on the bottom shelf and bend down further to grab it. Before my fingers can even brush the plastic container, a hard, stinging smack ripples across my ass.

"Fuck," i jump and stand up straight rubbing my ass. "The one day i don't wear underwear, Jongin. I swear."

Jongin's piercing cackle echoes through the room and i spin around to glare at him. However when i'm met with two obviously displeased faces, just beyond the amused boy, my annoyance drains.

Chanyeol and Kyungsoo stand next to each other at the entrance to the kitchen, blank, yet still judging expressions present on their faces. My cheeks pink and i reach out grabbing Jongin's arm to spin him around to face our boyfriends. His laughter dies instantly and i hear a small 'fuck' mumbled under his breath.

The silence is so awkward and suffocating for a few short beats before surprisingly Kyungsoo is the first to speak. "Two questions. First, how did you know it was Jongin?"

I bite at my lip like a scolded child. "Jongin just has a particular way of holding his palm so he gets the max amount of pain, and he without fail, always manages to smack perfectly on the swell of... I-i just knew."

Kyungsoo's jaw sets and he nods... "okay, well i'll keep that in mind. Now, Second question, why aren't you wearing underwear, exactly?"

I blink at the other and tilt my head. "It Wednesday." i say at the same time Jongin's and Chanyeol's voices mimics the words.

Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow and just shakes his head. "I don't know why i'm friends with any you." Then he turns on his heal and heads out of the room, with a quickly trailing Jongin toddling after him and calling his name in the form of a whine.

Chanyeol just sighs and chuckles to himself before walking further into the room. He places a hand on my shoulder as he passes and smiles at me, seemingly unbothered about the situation.

"Are you mad?" i ask, leaning against the counter as he begins making himself something to eat.

Chanyeol lifts an eyebrow when he grabs a piece of bread from the bag. "Why would i be?"

It's my turn to lift an eyebrow in confusion. "I mean, Jongin just cracked my ass so hard its still rippling."

Chanyeol puts the butter knife in his hand down and fixes me with a 'really' stare and i smirk internally that i at least got a small reaction out of him. I don't want Chanyeol to be jealous or possessive, but the idea that he doesn't want anyone else touching me is a nice one.

"I'm not going to say i'm Jongin's biggest fan, Baek, but i trust you. I know that it was just playful and that it didn't mean anything." Chanyeol says, smiling at me. He cuts his sandwich in half and hands me one of the halves, then picks up his and takes a bite. He gives me a short kiss on the cheek and leaves me standing there in the kitchen.

I groan and pout while rubbing at my slightly tender ass and bite into the delicious snack. What the fuck is happening? Why won't he just fuck me already? Damn you, ridiculously high sex drive. Damn you Jongin for giving me impossibly high sex tolerance. What does a stunning, perfect, power-bottom like me have to do just to get some dick?

......

The door slams into the wall with a bang Kris will probably scold us over later. Chanyeol startles, long awkward limbs flailing as he nearly has a heart attack and turns to me with his glasses skewed and his headphones half on half off his ears. Normally it would be hilarious, but this pain in the ass has to be dealt with Baekhyun style.

"Hey, asshole. Why haven't you fucked me yet?" I yell and i hear Yixing groan as he was passing by Yeol's room just at the wrong time.

"At least close the door, Baek." Yixing grumbles while he disappears down the hall and i follow his recommendation, giving us a bit more privacy.

"I -i... What?" Chanyeol short circuits as he flails in panic.

"You keep pushing me away anytime we do anything more than making out. You always stop us like a preteen virgin. Why? Are you a virgin? Do you not want my dick? What's up?" I ask, moving forward and folding my arms together.

Chanyeol looks slightly terrified, as if his mom had just caught him with a dirty magazine stash under his bed. He takes a deep calming breath and i swear i can see his heart beating ninety or nothing. He takes off his glasses and goes to stand before remembering his headphones, after of course he nearly rips his laptop off the desk. Typical Yeol.

He fidgets awkwardly from where he stands at his desk and i tear at the sensitive flesh of my lip. Honestly, his nervousness is starting to concern me. "Why? Why won't you touch me? Do you not want to? I know you're not asexual. So what's the problem? Are you turned off because of my past?" I ask again, more direct.

Chanyeol gasps and shoots forward so he's standing in front of me, his hands out defensively. "Of course not, Baek. Of course i want to touch you. Please don't think anything like that."

"Then what is it, Yeol? I'm starting to feel a little self conscious here." I say, giving way to my slight waver in confidence.

"Shit, no. Baek, please don't feel bad about yourself. You're perfect. Stunning, sexy, amazing... i just..."

"Just?"

"I'm trying to separate my best friend with my boyfriend here. We've been friends for years and it's kind of awkward thinking about holding my best friend's dick or hell, fucking... it's just... i don't know where to start."

I sigh and pinch at the bridge of my nose. "Is this the problem? Because you're an awkward fuck who hasn't figured out how to touch me yet? Damn it, Yeol. Just whip your dick out and let's go."

Chanyeol's eyes widen and slaps my hands away from his pants. "Baek, stop. That's-. Baek, stop."

I release another sigh. "What? What else could possibly be wrong?"

Chanyeol ducks his head down and bits at his lips nervously.  "Well... I'm... I'm kind of larger than normal. My... it's a bit bigger than most. I've been told by a few people that they just couldn't and it's been a problem in the past... so..."

"I know." I groan loudly in frustration. "Gods damn it, Yeol. I know you're huge. I've seen your dick many times. I grew up with that dick. Park Chanyeol, I'm a size queen with a dream, just let me live."

Chanyeol just gapes at me and blinks. "B-Baek..."

Another sigh. I grab at Chanyeol's pants. "I love you, i really do, but sometimes you can be really dense, Yeol. Do you think all of those dick brushes and random grabs were actually accidents in high school? Do you think i have that much of a problem with my arms flailing or trying to find things in the dark?"

Something seems to click in Chanyeol's head and it's almost funny to me watching his face harden with frustration. "Do you know how many boners i had to hide or things i had to think about not to get hard every time you touched me?"

I laugh at my best friends pain. "Serves you right for not giving it to me. Now... give. it. to. me."

For a long minute he just stares at me, then his shoulders relax and i watch as he gives in, seeming to settle the war within himself. He steps back out of my reach and sits down onto his bed. I would usually be irritated at how he's basically still taller than me, even when sitting, but the look in his eyes prevents me from speaking.

"Come here." His deep voice beckons me forward, where i crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs.

His eyes stare deep into my soul for a second before he grasps the back of my neck and pulls me down, meeting my lips in a hungry, yet patient kiss. My insides clench and i suddenly can't get close enough to Chanyeol.

His hands find my own thighs and then slowly traces out the length of them, as if memorizing every inch. I gasp and pull back finding him gazing at me like I'm the most mesmerizing person he's ever seen. His eyes keep locked on mine, while his hands sketch promises and desire into my body and I'm finding it exceptionally hard to breathe. Fuck, Yeol is hot in his normal dorky way, but like this...

"Chanyeol." I say breathlessly.

The corner of his lips tick and his fingers draw lazy patterns across my thighs. Without even thinking, my hips roll forward when his hands travel a little high, his thumbs hooking to the insides and brushing over my hardening cock. It's almost startling how hard I'm getting so rapidly.

A tease would have pulled their hands away and continued to rile me up, but apparently that's not his aim. Thank gods, i hate getting teased. Instead he presses his thumbs against the sides of my dick through my pants and traces the length slowly.

The whine i release can not be helped and my head drops forward, as my eyes close at the intensity of it. If I'm this amped up with just his hands, I'm going to be a fucking mess if we go any further. I need it so bad.

My hips start on a slow grind, seeking the small amount of friction that he's giving me. I glance up at the breathless moan i hear on a particularly long and filthy grind. (There's a reason why people question if SuJu is a strip club. It's me. I'm the reason.)

"Fuck, Baek. You're killing me." Chanyeol groans, looking just as blown as i feel.

"I'm killing you? You're stroking me off with your thumbs right now, Chanyeol. Pull me out and stroke me like you love me, baby." I sass, closing my eyes again and throwing my head back.

I choke seconds later when suddenly the front of my pants are pulled down and my dick snaps out against my stomach.

"Fuck, i was just being a bossy ass, i didn't expec-" My words die to be reincarnated into a heavy moan when he wraps his hand around my cock and gives it a small stroke.

"Mm, Yeol." I whine as he strokes me once more.

"You're vocal." Chanyeol rumbles, his voice dropped an entire damn octave.

I reach up and place my hands on his shoulders, grasping on tightly and rolling my hips again. "Did you expect me to be quiet? How long have we been friends?"

Chanyeol chuckles and leans forward biting at my neck. Fucking hell. "Too long for me not to have been fucking you." He growls in my ear and my body seizes up, shaking as i come intensely all over Chanyeol's hand.

"Chanyeol." I whine and cling to him as my orgasm continues to shutter through my body, seeming to last forever.

Embarrassed as hell, i hide my face in his neck and groan. I did not just lose my load, minutes into my boyfriend touching me like a damn teenager. I pride myself over my stamina. I've worked on it for years and this asshole makes me lose it over his damn voice.

"You okay?" Chanyeol asks, his hands still on my dick and the other rubbing gently over my back.

I nod and sit up, avoiding his gaze. "I just... I didn't expect..."

"Stop. It was sexy as hell." Chanyeol says.

I finally look up at him and raise an eyebrow. "Me cumming seconds after you touched me was sexy?"

Chanyeol smirks and leans forward placing a dirty kiss to my lips making my head spin. "Watching you cum was sexy. I could care less about how long it took you."

A pout finds my lips and i sigh. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

Chanyeol raises an eyebrow and grabs my wrist, bringing my hand down to feel over his cock, and fuck he's hard. Like, intensely hard. I give him a squeeze and he tips his head back groaning a moan out in that deep rasp and my dick twitches.

"Do you have a thing for my voice, baby?" Chanyeol ask with a cocky smirk on his lips and i retaliate by squeezing him harder.

His answering growl makes my dick twitch again, which happens to still be resting in his palm and further proves his point. He laughs and i huff in annoyance at my own body.

Chanyeol snorts and finally moves his hand on my cock, but only to smear my now cool cum down the shaft as he begins stroking it while still soft. My body twitches at the sensitivity, and my thighs tense.

"Yeol." I whine. "D-don't."

The asshole has the audacity to pout up at me. "But he wants attention. He keeps nuzzling against my hand."

I narrow my eyes and shutter a moan as he circles his thumb over the tip. "Yeol, too much." I say, even though my hips betray me as they snap forward into his hand.

He answers me in the form of another chuckle and i swear i will end him for this. How i could have ever thought he wasn't a tease. Chanyeol's entire personality is teasing.

Luckily he pulls away though and i take a minute to breathe, closing my eyes to swallow that delicious burning sensation in my lower half. That is however until i hear the sounds of a zipper and Chanyeol's thighs flex. I snap my eyes open in time to see him lean back, lifting his ass off the bed and sliding his jeans down to his thighs.

I lick my lips and reach out grabbing his boxers before he can place his ass back down and ripping those down to his thighs with his jeans. Chanyeol chokes and hisses at the same time i moan. His cock is even prettier than i remember it from all of those stolen glances and peeks in the locker room or showers.

That monster stares up at me, so full and thick. I'm not even sure this kind of a dick was meant to be on a human. Maybe some large animal ended up with a smaller, less impressive human dick. Sad for which ever mate that animal ended up with, because this dick is mine now. All mine.

Pushing Yeol's shoulder back so he's fully laying against the bed, i scoot back on his thighs and then bend forward, nuzzling my cheeks against his thick hardness.

"You're so fucking weird." Chanyeol says, even though his chest heaves with his deep breaths.

"I've been in a 11 year love affair with your dick, Chanyeol. I'm going to enjoy this moment." I say, looking up at him and making eye contact, before sliding my tongue up all the way from base to tip.

Chanyeol curses and reaches for my head, but stops hovering. To which i roll my eyes and grab his hand, placing it on my hair. I give him silent permission that it's okay to pull and slip my lips around the tip of his dick.

The moan that rips from his lips, is almost enough to make me hard again. Gods i could listen to that all night. His hand tightens in my hair and that familiar sting across my scalp that always accompanies a good blow job tingles through my roots. I fucking love it.

I let Chanyeol's cock slide further into my mouth, filling up all available space so easily and pressing against my tongue, heavy and textured. I can feel every vein, every inch of his dick stuffing my mouth and i moan deeply.

"You really enjoy this?" Chanyeol asks, his words coming out laced with pants of air.

I nod and come back up, licking at the tip while my hand pumps the lower half. "I live for this, Yeol. Dick sucking is one of my favorite hobbies."

Chanyeol licks his lips and stares at me for a second. "Only for me now, yeah?"

I smile and take another long drag of Chanyeol's dick in my mouth and pull off with a sigh. "This dick, for the rest of my life... do you know how happy that'll make me, Yeol?"

His expression changes instantly, and i see so much love and fondness in his eyes. "The rest of your life?"

My lips part and mouth down his shaft, kissing and sucking as the sensitive parts making his legs tremble. "You're mine now, Park Chanyeol. You're mine and that means only you, for the rest of our lives. Got it?"

Chanyeol gives me that secret smile, where he bites his lip like he's trying to prevent himself from laughing. "Got it."

I smile and make eye contact with him, enjoying our sweet moment then open my mouth and suck down as much of his dick as i can. Chanyeol chokes and his hips stutter upwards, forcing more of him down my throat. When i don't even twitch at it he looks up at me with wide eyes.

"Jesus, Baek. How much can you take?" He asks in disbelief.

I pull off again and flick my tongue across the crown receiving a rough groan. "You underestimating me after every new move is starting to get offensive."

He chuckles and throws his head back. "I'm dating a succubus."

I wink at him and swallow him down again, this time aiming for his load. I pick up a rhythm, alternating between sucking him up and down and jerking him off with my hand. No matter how proud of a hoe i am, I'm not stupid enough to believe that i can fit all of him in.

When Chanyeol's moans and groaning begins to increase in both intensity and pitch, i know i have him, or at least i think i do. A hand suddenly clasps around the back of my neck and hauls me up. I gasp and flail, but Yeol's other hand keeps me from falling.

He sits up and crashes our lips together, growling greedily into the kiss. Usually I'm against mixing kissing and fellatio, but for some reason it's hot when Chanyeol's involved.

We break the kiss, heaving air desperately and my shirt is quickly tugged off, followed by my pants as he makes me sit up on my knees, yanking them down, then pulling me against his chest as he strips them the rest of the way off my legs in an almost violent manor.

I stumble forward and feel Chanyeol's dick rub against my own currently hard one. My teeth mash into my lip and i can't help scooting forward to grind our cocks together.

Strong, wide hands grasp my hips, but don't stop me. I pull back and look up at Yeol, who is staring at me like I'm a cuddly little bunny trapped in his den.

"I'm used to seeing you almost all of the way naked, but seeing you like this... hard, needy, for... for me. Gods Baekhyun, i want to fucking devour you." Chanyeol grits out between gasps as i continue to slowly roll my dick against his.

"Please, Yeol. Please fuck me." I beg and refuse to feel ashamed of it. I need him so bad. I need Chanyeol the way I've never needed anyone and I'm honest and true to that hoe life.

Before i grasp what's happening, Yeol picks me up with an arm secured under my ass, and slams me down onto the bed. I release a surprised squeal and gasp as the wind is knocked out of me for a second.

When i reorient myself, it's clearly just in time to see Yeol stripping off his shirt. My eyes bulge and my mouth waters. Holy Fucking...

"What?" I gasp, reaching out to pet down his abs when he crawls over and kneels between my legs like a priest praying for forgiveness. "When?"

Chanyeol smirks but his eyes dart around momentarily seeming both shy and cocky. Like how does anyone achieve that? Park Chanyeol, that's how. "I've been working out with Soo and Minseok a bit."

I make a reminder to thank and kick both of their asses later and whine as my fingers dip down to his happy trail outlined by two ab muscles. He leans forward, pressing our cocks together, forcing a bead of pre-cum to leak from mine and smudge against my stomach when he connects our torsos.

His lips find mine and i moan loudly as he rocks our bodies together, causing nerves to spark up my spine. Finally, after so many years of wanting this man so badly, i have him pressed against me, ready to wreck me like I've always wanted.

Unexpectedly his lips slow their pace, and his hands grasp onto my hips as he continues to rock our hardnesses together in amazing, mind numbing friction. It's so gentle, but so intense at the same time. It's like being with one of those older guys who has studied up on tantric sex and they can make you cum just by rubbing your body in a sensual manor.

"Please tell me you're not a secret sex god. I'm not sure my balls can handle the embarrassment of another premature blow." I say, pressing on Chanyeol's chest.

Chanyeol presses a hand to the mattress and looks down at me, chuckling. "No, I'm not a sex god, Baek. I've only been with a few people in my short lived life. But i can't lie and say i haven't been with knowledgeable people."

A short spike of jealousy surges through my brain and i push it away. There's no need to feel possessive and jealous over the past, especially when he's not over mine.

"What kind of things?" I ask, rolling my hips up and wrapping my legs around Chanyeol hips.

Chanyeol closes his eyes and sighs out of pleasure. "We'd be here for days if i got into it and we both have finals coming up."

I swallow the lump in my throat and grasp onto Chanyeol's shoulders. "Yeol, prep me or I'm shoving you down and going on dry."

His wide alarmed eyes is all it takes to spike a reaction and he's digging around under his bed in seconds, grumbling. "There's no fucking need to hurt yourself. We have all night. So damn impatient."

"I've waited for this for a long time, Yeol. Please bare with me being an impatient shit for a while." I say, slapping his bare ass as he's retrieving the lube.

He gasps and sits upright, staring at me bewildered and swallows hard. I blink at him and feel something giddy burst in my chest. "Park Chanyeol... do you like to be spanked?"

I don't entirely expect the sullen nod, as he admits it so easily, but I can't quite say it's surprising either. He also looks quite shy about it too, so i feel maybe it would be best to revisit that another time.

"Come here." I say, echoing his earlier words and he seems to remember the situation and moves back to his previous hovering position with the lube in hand.

His lips find mine easily and we kiss slowly. Like there's not even the premise of time in this world. All that matters is him and me, together, our hearts binding over this heartfelt kiss. Chanyeol's hands roam my body, his rough, guitar string and drum stick calloused hands mapping out every inch of me.

When they find their way to the back of my thighs, i shutter and breathe a huff. His tongue flicks over my own, tasting my desire and need for him. Lapping it up like it's the best meal he's ever had.

My ass mounds under his hands as he squeezes it, then lets go, letting it jiggle. Of course he'd be an ass person. Chanyeol presses his fingers to the crease and pulls my cheeks apart, separating from our kiss abruptly and looking down. I hook my legs higher on his waist, letting him get a better look.

I take a lot of care of that area and i enjoy it being admired. He lets out a hiss and prods my hole with the tip of his pointer finger, sinking in only a fraction, before pulling away and grabbing at the lube.

Without hesitation his finger breaches me. No warning or question. He knows how bad we both want this. His concentration is admirable though, even when i begin to lazily fist my cock, loving the way his long, thick, disciplined fingers play notes inside of me. I will now be the biggest advocate for everyone. Do yourself a favor and date a musician. Yeol touches places inside of me, i never knew existed.

Again, i wonder the types of people he's been with to learn all of this kama sutra bullshit. Also, I'd like to thank them.

My back arches and my breathing accelerates as his fingers curl deep inside of me and stretches me wide. I know most people hate the stretching part, but I love it. The slow, steady prep always gets me so hard. I love the feeling of being stretched, pulled wide, knowing that I'm about to be filled. It's never usually enough, though. I always want more.

One of the reasons Yixing lets me do what i do, because he knows i can handle it.

"How much do you need?" Yeol asks, twisting his wrist and sending a delicious feeling up my spine as his fingers curl inside of me. Fucking hell, where did he learn that?

"I'm good. This is fine." I breathe out.

"Baek, you know I'm bigger than most. Be honest, not brave. How much do you need?" Chanyeol says, his voice sounding stern and oh... i like that.

"Seriously, Yeol. I'm good. Just... please." I say, needing him.

"Baek..." Chanyeol protests with an uncertain look in his eyes.

I groan and sit up on my elbows. "Yeol, i once dropped down onto an 7inch after two finger prep for a minute. Please don't insult me by thinking I'm a needy bitch who doesn't know what he can't handle."

Chanyeol stares down at me blankly and blinks twice before taking a deep breath and grabbing the lube. Wordlessly he pops the cap, slicks himself up and positions himself. He halts though and looks mildly guilty.

"Um.. i forgot, the uh... the condom." Chanyeol says quietly.

I don't know why but the look on Chanyeol's face makes me crack up and then the offended one that follows has me rolling. He huffs out in annoyance and just sits back on his haunches until I'm done.

I wipe away a stray tear and level him with a look. "Listen, i got tested with Jongin last month. It's not a big deal and honestly with as much sex as i have, I'd be worried if you didn't hesitate. Don't think it'll hurt my feelings to ask about being clean. If you're squirming about bodily fluids, then know that I keep myself very clean down there and it's never been an issue before. But if you still feel uncomfortable, then grab a tissue and clean off the lube then grab a condom, if not, I'm clean and I'm okay with barebacking."

Chanyeol's jaw slides over a bit a he thinks. "Did you ever do it without protection with Jongin?"

I shake my head. "No, we were safe about it. I'm usually safe about it. This is only a special allowance for you. If you want to, that is."

Chanyeol takes a deep breath and glances down at where the tip of his dick is nudged against my entrance, so fucking ready to enter me. It's driving me insane while Yeol decides that he wants to have this chat now of all times. Better late than never, though.

He pulls back, and grabs a tissue. I drop my legs allowing him some space to move around and he jumps off the bed heading for his dresser. I know i told him it wasn't a big deal, but it still stings a bit. I thought he trusted me a bit more, but it's still his choice.

"Stop with the over thinking." Chanyeol says pulling out a condom from the top drawer. "It's not because i don't want to, it's because i need to be tested first. Then we can go from there."

My eyes widen at this information and i feel slightly thrown. "When was the last time?"

"That i was tested?" Chanyeol asks.

I nod and he breathes in deeply thinking it over. "About two months ago."

"And when was the last time you had unprotected sex?" I ask, not knowing why i need to know.

Chanyeol sighs and rolls the condom on his dick, climbing back onto the bed. He places his hands on my thighs, rubbing them tenderly. "Will you leave if you don't like the answer?"

My eyes drop and i shake my head. No matter what Yeol tells me, i still want him, it just might crush me a bit, but I know I'm not going anywhere.

"We weren't together yet. It was after you ghosted on me for insulting Jongin at our movie night. I was angry. I was hurt, and i sought comfort in someone I've hooked up with many times. I wasn't in the right place and i forgot the condom. It was my fault and I'll never forgive myself if i give you something." He explains.

I wince, but he's right... it was before me. Just as Jongin was before him. We have no right to be mad about any of it. We're together and that's all that matters. In the end, he still chose me.

"Is that why you wouldn't let me finish giving you a blowjob earlier?" I ask, feeling slightly touched by his consideration.

Yeol smiles gently. "I made a mistake. I won't let you pay for it."

That touches a part deep in my heart and i remember just how much i love Yeol and how it doesn't matter what happened when we were apart. He's here now. He's in my arms. And he's about to give me the dicking of a lifetime.

"I'm sorry." I say, feeling stupid.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't be. You have a right to know."

The kiss he offers me is gladly accepted and i moan as he trails from my lips down my neck. He grasps my now half soft dick and strokes himself a bit to the same rhythm, then i feel him pressing against me.

I gasp and open for him happily, relaxing quickly as his thick cock feeds into my hungry hole. Gods he's so think. He fills me up without even trying and causes my legs to shake from how good it feels.

My moans kick up into pitch when he starts shallow thrusts about half way, pulling out a little and thrusting deeper each time. It's the best way I've ever been fed a dick before and i never want it another way again.

When he bottoms out, he looks down in disbelief. "H-how? I'm almost all the way in, Baek. How are you not screaming. It's so damn tight. Are you okay?"

I chuckle and clench hard around his cock, both of us moaning deeply. "I'm amazing. You feel so good."

"You really are a size queen. A masochistic, size queen." Chanyeol says, placing his arms on either side of my head and begins rocking into me.

Short, shallow, and maddening. It's a pace I'm not unfamiliar with when it comes to big guys. They all think their dicks are too big to handle so they go soft and sweet, too afraid to plow into their partner. But I'm not a tiny little sorority girl with little to no experience. I'm a pro bottom bitch and i deserve that recognition.

I kick my legs up around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, pushing him forward and almost making him lose balance just as he pulls out. His cock shoves into me so hard my body is jolted a few inches up the bed.

He gasps and pulls back, his eyes almost in a panic as he stills and searches my face. "Fuck, Baek. Did that hurt? Are you okay?"

My answering moan clearly catches him off guard. "No, you stopped. Please, just like that. Please."

Chanyeol's face morphs quickly from a surprised worry to a dark, sinister one. Fear and excitement curls around my belly, but I'm too far in to regret this.

The next snap of Yeol's hips has me crying out and arching my back. The one after that has me clawing at his chest. And every one following furthers my descent into a hentai worthy mess.

I'm hoping at least I'm moaning out some semblance of Chanyeol's name and it's not the incomprehensible jumble it sounds like. Though judging by the sounds and face Chanyeol keeps pulling, i don't think he cares too much.

It's amazing. Feeling every inch and every vein sliding against my walls. Even through the condom, i can feel so much. He goes so deep, slamming hard into the depths of my soul.

"C-Chanyeol." I call out, feeling tears spilling down the side of my face.

This is all I've ever wanted. He's all I've ever wanted. Of course the man my heart wants also has the dick game of a demon.

Chanyeol seems to gain back some sense and leans into me, rooting around my temple. "Baekkie. I love you." He says, slowing down, but keeping with his deep, rough thrusts. "I love you so much."

I whine and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you too, Yeollie. My soulmate. My future. My everything."

Emotions well up in his eyes and i watch them spill over onto his cheeks. "Fuck, i never get tired of you saying that."

I smile up at him and gasp as he hits a particular spot with perfect accuracy. So he did fucking know where it was. The asshole has been holding out on me. The biggest fucking tease, i swear.

Chanyeol smirks down at me and i almost want to hit him, if i was able that is. My body has currently betrayed me and is twitching and vibrating with each slam he makes into my prostate.

"Y-Yeol, wait... you'll make me... wait.... I'll cum." I stutter out, my breath gasping between each thrust.

I call out at a particular hard thrust, and scratch my nails into his shoulder. I hear his wince, but it seems to just spur him on, gauging by his shiver and the increase of speed.

"That's the point, Baek. Cum for me, baby." He raps into my ear.

Who am i to resist such a request? My orgasm blasts into me so deeply, my thighs ache at how hard they tremble. A loud praise of Chanyeol's name escapes my mouth, and I bite onto Yeol's shoulder to prevent disturbing anyone in the house as if we haven't already. He groans deep into my ear, forcing another full body shudder through me. My release seems to go on forever and i think my balls must whither to raisins for how much i cum.

It doesn't help that Chanyeol doesn't even stop, actually he sits up after i release the flesh near his neck, (i can't help but smirk at the angry looking mark i leave behind.) and he proceeds to fuck into me like it's the end of the world and we have seconds left.

I whimper and arch off the bed, hating myself for enjoying this just as much as before i came. I like to have things in my ass. Sue me.

It only takes him a few seconds before he grabs onto a handful of my sides and thrusts in deeply one last time. He groans, his hands tightening around my waist, as a full body shutter rips its way through him while he cums deep inside of me.

Now i get what he means by watching me cum was sexy, because that was one of the most delicious things I've ever seen and I've seen Yixing full scene mode.

Falling forward, but catching himself on his hands, he lands on me gently. "Fucking hell." He curses and goes to pull out, but i stop him.

"Wait, just, stay for a few." I say, locking my ankles behind his back.

He lifts his head up from where he had laid it on my chest and gives me a curious look. I bite at my lip nervous that he'd find me weird, but he just gives me a bright boyish smile, one i haven't seen in a really long time. It's my favorite Yeol smile and i thought i had lost it.

"Now i know why all of those guys came back." Chanyeol says, rubbing circles on my hip.

"What guys?" I ask, laughing at my boyfriend's silliness.

Chanyeol pouts. "The guys that would always come to the house looking for you."

My eyebrows bunch. "I don't remember any guys."

"That's because they'd never make it on the porch before i threatened to rip their dicks off and feed it to them if they ever touched you again." Chanyeol answers simply.

I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. I literally have nothing to stay to that. I always wondered why some of the more clingy ones; the ones who'd always ask for my number or try to get me to hang out with them after, disappeared so easily. So Yeol was my guardian protector all along.

I chuckle and run my fingers through his sweaty locks. "Yeol, we need a shower."

Chanyeol nods. "Hold on, I'm still in my afterglow and I'm also in minor disbelief that i just fucked my best friend."

I snort and scratch at his scalp. "Babe, we haven't just been best friends for a while. I know we've been oblivious and a bit stupid, but i think we've known that we were meant to be more for a long time. That's why everything hurt so much. We were fighting a losing battle and accumulating wounds that had no point." I wave my hand as Yeol looks up at me, his chin pressed to my sternum. "We always belonged to each other, so I've always been more than just your best friend as you've always been more than mine."

Chanyeol stares at me and his eyes soften. "You're right, this doesn't feel weird, just taken back that it finally happened."

I nod and smile gently at my favorite person. "I'm really happy, Yeol."

His eyes light up in that puppyish way that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. "That's all I've ever wanted. Is to make you happy."

I laugh in a fond sort of way and push both of my hands through his hair. "Lets go clean up, I'm tired and could use some food first."

He eases up and pulls out gently, then stands and ties the condom off, all while I'm admiring my boyfriend's tall, toned form. I miss the feeling of his dick inside me already, but i know that we have plenty of time to fill my need for Park Chanyeol.

I sit up and before i can swing my legs over the side of the bed, I'm picked up princess style into a set of strong arms. I moan out at being manhandled and curl into his chest.

"Baek, you know Kris has a strict no fucking in the floor shower rule. Please don't make me piss him off." He whines and covers me in a blanket before making his way down the hall to one of the shared bathrooms.

I laugh loudly and grab Chanyeol's jaw, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Baby, you're my life partner now, prepare to break a lot of rules."

He groans and carries me into the bathroom, slamming the door with his leg.

...

The next day when we're scrubbing the shower with toothbrushes, and we catch each other's eyes, I'm glad to find nothing even resembling regret in Yeol's eyes. I feel the same, that is until..

"Byun Baekhyun!"

The sound of my name screeches through the house, followed by the sound of the front door bouncing off the wall as angry footsteps steadily ascend the stairs. My heart plummets to my stomach and a cold sweat breaks out over my body. I know that voice. I've had that voice haunt many of my punishments over the short years i've been alive. That voice welcomed me into the world, but has also threatened to take me out of it. It's the voice of my mom.

Fuck.

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Chickens!

Gods, this chapter is a monster. You're welcome though, as most of it was the smut scene. *pops confetti* Finally!! I've been waiting for these two for the longest time and i'm sure you guys feel the same. So here it is, you're welcome.

I wanted to make this a light humorous chapter because i felt that things got heavy there for a bit and Baekyeol is always a good pair to have fun with, so i had fun writing this chapter. Also, I am Baekhyun. Baekhyun is me. Seriously, my mother has a regularly updated segment she post on her facebook about the shit i say. It's why his character is so easy for me to write. HAHA

Anyways, there's not much to explain about this chapter, so just enjoy it. I'll see you guys in the next one. It'll be Kaisoo.

Byes!

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