#exo scenario

Ya girl just watched Love Shot and let me tell you

A BITCH IS

S C R E A M I N G

-Athena

okay, so even after writing this, i’m 90% sure that minseok would NEVER let anyone eat in his pristine living room, BUT I CAN DREAM

Movie Night with Minseok: 550-ish words of self-indulgent fluff that I cranked out in about an hour. Um, enjoy? 

    You checked the time on the microwave again, smiling at the cheery pop of the popcorn inside. A little over 30 seconds left, good. 

“You know, I’ve never understood why popcorn is considered such a movie food. You would think if you’re watching a movie, you’d want to hear what was going on. It seems to me like the crunch would make it like, the actual worst movie snack. Right?”

Minseok laughed as he swept behind you to set a bowl on the counter. “Oh, yeah, what about your snack?” He used the countdown as an excuse to snuggle into your back, his chin dipping to rest on your shoulder.

You reached up to sweep your fingers through his hair as you leaned into his embrace. “My snack? I made brownies!” You tried for offended, but it came out as another laugh as you gestured at the pan with the butter knife you’d been using to cut them. “And okay, I also bought ice cream, but neither of those are crunchy. Usually.” 

The microwave chose this moment to chime its end, and you weren’t sure if that helped your argument or not, though from the warm huff of your boyfriend’s laughter against your cheek, you doubted it mattered. 

Minseok lingered at your back for another moment longer. “Yes, yes, you and your sweet tooth.” From someone else, it might’ve been a criticism, but his voice had that warm, playful edge to it that had helped make you fall for him in the first place. 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before he took the two steps to open the microwave, which washed his kitchen in the familiar scent of melted butter. Carefully pulling the hot bag out, he dumped it into the bowl while you tried to maximize the number of brownies you could fit onto one plate. 

“Besides, chocolate and coffee go so well together,” you said with a jerk of your chin to his shiny, well-loved coffee maker. 

Not that he’d made coffee, but the night was young. And considering that Minnie has suggested a mini Marvel marathon, you were definitely going to need caffeine at some point. 

Snacks in hand, you both made it to the couch to settle in for a night of superheroes. You propped yourself in the plush couch corner while Minseok arranged the food on the coffee table along with a few bottled waters he’d set out here earlier. Once everything was set to his satisfaction, he leaned back into the cushions at your side. Not quite snuggling yet, but again, the night was young. You had plenty of time to fall asleep on each other in a cozy ball of limbs. 

“Okay, so where do you want to start, babe?” you asked Minseok as you reached for a water. “I’ve already seen, uh, most of the Marvel films, so it’s up to you, as long as the films are post-Civil War.” 

He pulled out his phone as you drank and scrolled over the screen as he replied, “Well, I was looking up the best order to watch them in, and the only thing I could figure out was that nobody could agree what that best order was. So…” He continued to explain his reasoning, gesturing every now and then as he spoke. You couldn’t hide your grin as you screwed the cap back onto your drink. Damn, he was a nerd, but he was your nerd.

exo-soft:

“6, 7, 8… you have all the moles too. Might as well have named it after me too.” You heard him laugh bitterly as he stood in front of the painting, your painting of him, knowing that you were behind him. 

This was your moment of honour, what you had worked so hard for since years, finally hosting your own exhibition. You had spent a few months deliberating whether to include the piece in question or not, but had gone for it because no matter how much you didn’t want to remember the events that had transpired between the two of you, it was a beautiful piece of art, one of your best. 

“Baekhyun I -” you started, before he cut you off. 

“I want it.” He took out a checkbook and signed impulsively, your eyes widening as you saw him write a number with a few too many zeroes. 

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, unsure of what to do.

“I want to have something to remember the old you by. The one that I used to love.” He clenched his jaw as he walked away this time, no longer the heartbroken boy that you had once left behind.  

garageglamourpuss:

You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……

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You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……

 You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic under your skirt as he pulled your panties down your legs. 

When the lacy fabric hit your knees, you slipped your fingers over his and whispered, “Here, let me.” You twisted from one knee to another, with a hand gripping Chanyeol’s shoulder for balance. A flick of your wrist, and the scrap of lace landed somewhere near his feet. 

He watched the whole show, and his grin glowed in the sliver of light that streaked in from outside. “You’re twisty. I feel like I just watched a magic trick!” His laugh hit you low in your body, matched by the slide of his fingers over your now-bare folds. 

“Yoga,” you replied before pressing a quick, smacking kiss against his lips. Your fingers strayed down to his belt, his waistband, and the glorious hardness underneath. “And for my next trick…”

The rest happened in a rush of sensation. One second you were achingly empty; the next, Chanyeol filled you with his cock. You moaned as you sank down onto him, and your shaking fingers dug into his shirt for balance.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” Again, his voice felt like another caress, and in response, your muscles pulsed around him almost without thought. 

“Fuck,” Chanyeol gasped and bucked his hips underneath you. “I’ll take that as a yes." 

"Just keep talking, Yeol. Keep talking to me while you fuck me.” It was all you could manage as you worked your hips over him. 

And he did. He kept up a steady, low chorus of, Yes, baby, or, Oh, yeah, that’s good, or many other gasped phrases that kept you moving against him. 

Soon, though, you noticed another sound catching your attention. This didn’t match the rhythm of bodies moving together, panting breaths, or low exclamations and encouragement. What was it? If you paid a bit closer attention, maybe you could figure it ou–

Your eyes snapped open to an annoying radio jingle and pale sunlight streaming into your bedroom window. Instant realization had you sitting up in bed. A dream? That whole thing had been a dream?! (Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?)

You didn’t know what to make of this. (Baby.) “What the fuck, brain,” you sighed and rolled to turn off your alarm. The music had been disruptive, but you knew that it wasn’t going to erase Chanyeol’s voice from your mind. It really had sounded like he’d been whispering dirty things in your ear. 

This was going to stay with you for a while. (Mmm, baby…) For now, though, you had to get your ass out of bed and take the longest and possibly coldest shower of your life before getting ready for class.

Hello, I have discovered your blog not so long ago and I must say that I really like your writing!! I loveee any au related to vampires and demons tbh so I’m really happy I found your blog haha. I don’t know if it’s been already asked or not as I haven’t gone through all your writing yet, but I was wondering if I could request a baekhyun headcannon where his s/o discovers that he’s a vampire? Thank you and have a nice day

✿baekhyun bites on the first date

✿so most of your date is him telling you everything about him 

✿it’s okay the next few dates will be all about you if you’re his mate

✿he had a good feeling about you bc his skin warmed up 

✿he can’t bring the big paintings of him along to show you how much his fashion has changed so he has them all on his phone

✿his favourite looks are from the 70s

✿bc what the actual fuck were they thinking

✿why was it okay to go out dressed like that 

✿his most favourite thing to talk about is the whole mate bond 

✿it’s the loveliest thing ever to him 

✿if you’re critical he’ll hold your hand over his chest so you can feel the nothing 

✿”would i out myself with a perm and flares if i wasn’t serious?” 

✿he absolutely throws the most embarrassing stories about his members in there

✿he doesn’t go into his transition period bc that shit’s sad

✿and this is a good vibes only zone

✿he asks in the sweetest way possible to drink your blood 

✿he goes hard on the reassurance 

✿he doesn’t wanna feed he just wants to see if you’re the one he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with 

✿he spends a solid 10 minutes kissing your skin before sinking his fangs into you 

✿then he tucks you into bed for the night 

✿queue waking up to him running around your home with his newly formed fat ass 

The sun is out so I decided to taint everyone by some smut! It’s a late happy birthday for Minseok, so I hope you enjoy this darlings! <3

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The day at school was tiring- you had a lot of classes today and even though the day was packed with activities, it went by slowly. You counted the minutes when you would be able to see your mate again, and so you practically skipped up the path leading to the house after you were free from school.

“Minseok, I’m home~!” you almost sang, closing the door behind you and only then taking the surroundings of the completely quiet house. Odd. It was never this quiet. You hummed in thought, taking off your shoes and starting out to the living room. The thing is, you never got there.

It was surprising- the cute, gentle Minseok who doesn’t even look the part of a bloodthirsty creature, suddenly pouncing. You had no idea why- it must’ve been for something he asked you not to do. Maybe it was for going to that party last night? Or he saw you talking to that frat boy again? It wouldn’t matter at that moment because Minseok had you against the wall in seconds, your books flying across the floor.

“M-Minseok…” you whined, wide eyes staring into a pair of glowing red.

“Shh…” His breath feathered over your lips in warning.

The only warning before his head was swooping down, fangs extended to full, frightening length. You had to confess, you were a bit afraid at the dark look in Minseok’s red eyes but god damn your mate was hot when angry, and you felt something inside you instinctively surrendering you to him, your neck craning back to create a beautiful and inviting arch. He struck with precision.

It was a flash of pain, white and hot behind your eyelids as they drooped closed. Whatever you did, this had to be the best punishment imaginable. And your muscles, the singing pleasure tingling at every nerve ending, agreed. You couldn’t help the desperate whimper that ripped through your throat and as your hands inched to grip at his shoulders. Minseok slammed them against the wall, away from him with a warning growl. You gasped his name when you felt his fingers tighten around your wrists and you were sure if he would add even an inch of pressure, he’d break them. 
The next action happened in a matter of seconds. At one moment, you were quite sure you were pressed up against the living room wall and the other your back landed on Minseok’s bed upstairs. The flash of change had you breathless, gasping in confusion. You blinked up at him, eyes frantically trying to adjust to the change in lighting.

The rushing of blood from the hard pumps of your heart had your senses hypersensitive. And all of them trained to pick up your mate’s next intention. Your hands were still in his hold, preventing you to reach up and cup his cheek as you wanted. He looked so alluring this way- his eyes pure ruby and fangs slightly dirty of blood. Your blood.

“Minseok…” you whined quietly, as if you didn’t want to anger him.

Again, his breath hissed between those blood-stained fangs, and you quieted. His hand moved from one of your wrists, trailing a finger to follow the thin streak of blood that was trickling from the still-open holes of his bite. And even without the restraint, you couldn’t find it in yourself to move your hands.

You opted to watch it instead, following its trail down to your shirt, where it ripped through you shirt and bra as if it was nothing. A gasp escaped your lips, but Minseok ignored it just like he ignored your now revealed chest, moving lower, over your bare stomach to your pants. The denim felt constraining, and as if Minseok read your mind, he ripped through the middle of them in complete disregard of the button and zipper. You gasped, silently lamenting the destruction of a favorite pair of jeans, but were promptly interrupted when Minseok’s cool hand ripped the remains off your body.

He chose to ignore the fact that you’re lying in his bed, almost naked and body inviting. The finger slid back up and cupped your jaw, angling it to have better access to the wound on your neck.
He hummed softly, leaning down and leading with his tongue to lap at the stinging wound. You flinched, but otherwise remained still as he let his hands roam down your sides while he tended to the bite marks.

You couldn’t stay silent though when his hands gripped your hips, tugging them harshly up to meet with his, grinding deeply into your barely clad loins. A surprised moan ripped through your throat at the mixture of Minseok’s healing mouth and his sinful hips. Your hands moved for the first time, wanting to grip his shoulders. That’s when the whole world spun again and you found yourself on your stomach, face full of pillows and hands stretched out, bound by Minseok’s grip.

“This is not a reward. Don’t move them or I won’t let you out of here for a week.”

Though the prospect sounded quite appealing, even to your lust-hazed mind, you mewled in response. You still weren’t sure exactly what you’d done wrong, but Minseok’s hands moved, one palming your ass with an appreciative stroke before-

“Ahh!”

You winced at the sting of pain, the loud slap echoing in the room with your gasp of surprise.
And immediately, your brain supplied, ‘more’.

You clenched the pillows tight in your hands, as your hips instinctively lifted up, seeking his touch. Minseok squeezed your ass tight before spanking you again, his breath heavy on your neck.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” Whimpering, you shook your head.

“N-no.” Another smack rang in the air, shaking your body. You clenched your teeth, biting back a moan.

“You really don’t know?” he growled into your ear, some sounds impeded by the length of his fangs.

“N-no! I-AH!” Your desperate attempt to explain yourself was interrupted by another spank.

“Do you think I didn’t see you? With him?” His questions were accompanied with more slaps.

“Touching you like you were his? Cupping your cheek like you belonged to him?” His voice turned into an angry hiss and after the last, hard spank he squeezed the flesh roughly, making you squirm.

“Tell me, ___, what should I do? Should I fuck you so hard that you can’t attend class for the next few days? Mark you where you can’t cover yourself up?”

All of it, you wanted to say. But you couldn’t manage anything else but another ragged moan as his hand came down for another slap, then a round of strokes to ease the stinging.

“Hm? What do you think, my pretty mate?”

“Ah, Minseok, just…” he cut into your speech one again but this time, his hand slid down your front, in between your spread legs. Your head buried deep in the pillows as you tried to muffle the wanton moan from the way his fingers pressed down on your clit. “Maybe claiming you once wasn’t enough. Maybe I should claim you again.”

“And again… and again…” he hissed against your shoulder as his fingers traced the wetness leaking from your center. “What do you think?”

“Yes!” You keened breathlessly, your hips pushing out to him and then grinding into his teasing fingers. Your hands tightened in the sheets and you pulled, your head turning to the side so you could speak more clearly.

“Yes, please, Minseok, I-”

“I like how you say please all the time. It shows you have manners.” He chuckled, leaning down and licking the shell of your ear.

“It makes me want to taint them.”

“Please, please do.” You cried out when you felt two fingers push into your body without warning, Minseok’s growl vibrating into your skin.

“So tight…” You threw your head back as his fingers started thrusting, your body moving of its own accord into each movement of his hand.

“Yes. Move for me. You like that, don’t you?” You mewled into the sheets, eyes shut tight at the feeling. You had just begun yet your orgasm was so close, you could almost feel it coming onto you.

“Open your eyes, ___.” You heard Minseok’s command but you couldn’t do it. It was all happening so quickly.

“I said-” Minseok’s growl was cut off by him roughly turning you around, back flat against the bed and him hovering above you.

“Look. At. Me.” Your eyes met, and your breath left you as a moan. You reached up for him, and this time he allowed it. Your fingers stroked the curve of his jaw, clenched tight as his hands pressed your hips down. His body followed, fitting perfectly between your legs.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured.  "I didn’t-“

He didn’t let you finish by kissing you, his tongue easily prying access into your mouth, coaxing a moan out of your throat. Your hips pushed up against his and the hand on his cheek pushed into Minseok’s scalp.

"Shhh~” he whispered against your lips as his hand undid his button and pulled the zipper down.
You picked up the sounds, and you parted your legs further in blatant invitation.

“Don’t worry, ___. I know.”

Minseok shoved his pants down his hips as far as they could go, and he grunted when the cold air hit the hard jut of his cock.
It didn’t take long for you to feel the press of his cock, slow yet insistent against your heat.

“Will he ever be able to see you like this?” The rough hiss was there again- you were fooled by the soft coo of his voice just seconds ago.

“All ready to be claimed?” The words had you whining, pulling on his hair.

“Answer me, ___.” He hissed, the head of his cock pushing in.

“N-no,” you moaned, clawing yourself closer. Your hips twisted up, urging him inside your body.

“Please, Minseok, please.”

“That’s right. You only beg for me.” Minseok pushed inside you with one clean thrust, your walls clenching around his cock at the sudden intrusion. You threw your head back with a breathless call of his name, eyes rolling with the feel of him stretching you so deliciously.

He didn’t wait for you to adjust, setting a fast and rough pace, filling you completely with each and every thrust. You were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to utter a single word at the treatment you received from your mate.

“Ah, ah, Min-! Ngggghhh~…”

“Are you close? That quickly, are you close to coming?” Your nod was frantic, your moans breaking.

“Y-yes!” You thought he couldn’t feel any better. But you were clearly mistaken. Minseok moved even faster, pushing harder and hitting just a little deeper. Your muscles tensed, preparing for an orgasm you thought might actually drive you to tears.

“Then come for me, ___. Come for me now!” His snarled words ripped through you, pushing you over the edge. Your body convulsed underneath him, chasing every little bit of the pleasurable tingles as you squeezed his still-thrusting cock.

You screamed out his name as you felt the fangs digging in your neck again and the final thrust that had him pressing in you as deep as he could before you felt him release with a feral snarl. You mewled at the sensation if him filling you and his lips on your neck, sucking you as if you were a delicious treat.

His draws were long and hard, making you shudder each time and stretching out the pleasure of your orgasm. You arched into him, encouraging his mouth even as his sucking slowed along with his hips.
When he came to a halt, you knew Minseok took much more blood than usually. Most of the times, he never went more than three or four sucks, afraid of hurting you but this time, you felt the swirl of unconsciousness coming over you, as the grip you had on Minseok faltered greatly. His fangs retracted and he licked at the wound, making you shiver. All was hazy, all was muted.

You dropped onto the sheets, breathing shallow and shaky with the effort to keep from passing out. Minseok leaned over you, rolling you onto your side and tucking you against him tightly.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I took too much.” You could only mewl in response, you yourself not even sure what it was supposed to mean. It’s okay? It feels good? But the uncomfortable fight against unconsciousness wasn’t and you whined, eyebrows furrowing.

“I should’ve been more careful…should I take you to the hospital?” You shook your head, closing your eyes and nuzzling into his neck even as your head continued swimming.

“No. I’m fine…”

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yes, I just…need…hnngh…”

And the world became black.
-

When you came to again, it was to Minseok’s voice whispering your name in concern and his hand stroking your hair and your face gently.

“___… Baby…?”

You moaned, snuggling into the hand on your cheek affectionately.

“Minseok…” you whispered into his palm and you could hear him sigh in relief.

“Thank god…I was afraid I had gone too far for a second…”

“No, no, I just…” you sighed, too tired for any words. Your hand reached up, shaking heavily, reaching for Minseok. You just kissed him softly.

“I’m fine…” you breathed. Minseok shook his head.

“I’m sorry. Never again. I won’t-”

“Minseok, please. I’m just tired. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“The way he touched you, the way he looked at you it was…” Minseok’s eyes turned red at the memory. You frowned, having forgotten how this began.

“R-right. I’m sorry, Minseok…” He shook his head, dispelling the memories and shaking off the red in his eyes in exchange for a warm gold. He leaned down and kissed you softly.

“I love you.”

You gripped him tighter in a sign you didn’t want the kiss to end. You knew that Minseok was slightly conscious of being who he was. He had this opinion that you would much rather be with someone who has a pulse.

“I love you too,” you murmured, smiling and stroking his hair in an attempt to clear the thoughts you could see clouding his eyes.

Minseok gave a small smile. “I’m just always so afraid I’ll- …”

“But you won’t.” You cut him off, giving him a hard look. “I trust you completely, Minseok.”
Minseok sighed, looking somewhere else on the bed. 

“Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t.”

You frowned, grabbing his face. “Too bad, I guess.  It’s nice that your persuasive abilities don’t work on your mate.” He rumbled his disagreement.

“You’re not going to hurt me. You know how I know?”

Minseok raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Because you need me,” you said simply, shrugging. “I don’t care how it sounds. We both know that it’s true and it’s mutual.”

“You would die before you’d hurt me, and I know that. I feel it…” you took his hand, guiding it to your heart.

“Right here. So don’t underestimate yourself, okay?” Minseok’s lip curled reluctantly.

“I just…”

“Besides…” you added, interrupting.

“…sometimes a little bit of roughness is fun.”

Your last statement had his eyebrows rising and a surprised look on his face.

“W-what?”

“Your possessiveness…it was pretty hot.” You admitted with a smile and as if you wanted to prove your statement, your hand buried in his hair and tugged lightly, just enough to make him growl. Minseok laughed, the flash of teeth reminding you of his fangs, his bite and making your stomach clench all over again.

“You like that?” he asked softly, kissing your forehead. You smiled, unable to prevent the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“A little…okay, maybe more than I should.”

“That always depends on a person,” he said with a chuckle.

You nodded. “In that case, yes. I like it.”

Minseok laughed softly. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Should I keep in mind to make you jealous more often?” You winked at him, to which Minseok snarled.

“Better not. Because next time, I won’t punish you, but him.”

You shuddered, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him close. “Got it. No more then.”

“More rough playing and less jealousy.” Minseok agreed with a small smile, bumping his nose against yours. You giggled at the action.

“You’re drained.” He noted the paleness of your skin with a big frown.

“You should rest.”

You nodded, urging him closer to you. “Then let’s sleep.”

“Good night, my love.”

“G'night, Minseok. I love you.” He kissed your forehead with a content sigh.

“I love you too.”

Another drabble from the past darlings! Enjoy! 

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You stared down at your hands in shock. Your whole forearms were covered in angry red dots circled by colors of purple, blue and even yellow in some places. If those weren’t your hands, you would be sure that the poor owner was probably a victim of some kind of physical attack or a severe drug user.

The thing was, you were only playing volleyball. Not only that, you were playing volleyball for 45 lousy minutes and it resulted in you having your arms so badly bruised, all your classmates treated you as if you were out of glass. But this wasn’t a case for arms only. Your legs and knees were also covered in multiple bruises with different levels of seriousness and size, the biggest one being roughly the size of your fist. Some people would ask you questions like if you had abusive parents. No, you had the best parents in the whole world who supported you when you were at your best and motivated you to go on at your lowest. No, those bruises weren’t from your parents.

After that, they would ask you if you were bullied at school. Yes, your guy friends might have been treating you at times in a way which could be considered as bullying, but they never went past the point of pain. The moment your face scrunched up in pain, playtime was over and it was time to calm down.

The last and final question, which people always seemed to ask with the most somber look, was: Did your boyfriend do this to you? That was one of the most ridiculous things you have been asked in your entire life. How could someone as perfect as Zhang Yixing hurt you? Your boyfriend of two months was perfect. It was that kind of connection that clicked immediately after you met each other and from there it went naturally. Because of your school and his tough schedules, you couldn’t see each other as often as you would’ve wanted, but it made the dates that more memorable.

Today was one of the days when you two had a movie date at his dorm and you ended up looking like a beaten orphan. You sighed, holding your bag strap tighter to you as you stared down at the pavement.

What would he say when he would see you like this? You knew Yixing hated to see you bruised and hurting, but you were never hurt this much.

Your musings stopped when you stood before the door to the dorm. You could faintly hear movement from the inside due to the thin walls and you couldn’t help but smile. You really couldn’t wait to see him again. Not wasting another minute, you lifted your hand and rapped on the door.

Within seconds, you were pulled into a tight embrace, getting pulled inside. You could already hear Yixing’s excited voice calling out your name and gushing about you finally being there. He swayed your bodies from side to side, his grip on you never wavering.

“I missed you so much.” He finally ended, leaning away to cup your face in his hands and you couldn’t help but to giggle a little when you noticed his stare. Like a chain reaction, you conjured a cute giggle from him as well, his dimple appearing. You reached out to poke it gently, unable to help yourself. He retaliated by pressing a quick peck to your lips, catching you off guard.

Even though you two were dating for two months and you decided not to rush things- which resulted in you being completely at ease with cuddling and holding hands. You shared kisses and at times, he would deepen them, but your heart would always beat so painfully hard against your chest, it made you immobile most of the time. When Yixing noticed your state, he would always pull away with a laugh and red cheeks.

Of course you loved your boyfriend’s kisses, but sometimes, he was so overwhelming you didn’t know what to do.

“Come on in, get comfy!” he said, taking your schoolbag from your arms and disappearing with it into the living room. After you took your shoes and coat off, you followed him inside the dorm to find it vacant.

“Where are the guys?” you called out to Yixing, who was currently in the kitchen doing something.

“They decided to give us some privacy since this is the first time I’ve seen you in weeks.” His muffled reply came, making you giggle. You went after him, helping him with bringing the popcorn and beverages into the living room. After settling the food on the small coffee table, Yixing moved to close the blinds over the windows, making the room dark. He then plopped down on the couch, his arm resting on the top of the cushions, inviting you into his embrace. You took it gladly, curling into his side and pulling your legs up to tuck them under your butt. Yixing’s arm closed around you, bringing you closer. His other hand reached out to grab the remote, pressing play and starting the movie.

You knew he noticed you were hurt. Every time you reached for your drink, you would wince as you put your weight on your bruised knees and once, you couldn’t help but to yelp quietly when your bruised hands throbbed with pain.

In the middle of the movie, Yixing paused with a sigh, turning on the small lamp behind the couch.

“Alright, show me your hands.”  He told you tonelessly and you shyly presented your bruised forearms to him. Upon seeing the hurt limbs, Yixing’s eyes widened to twice their size.

“Holy crap, ___!” he reached out for them, his fingers running softly over them.

“They’re burning hot! What were you doing?!” his eyes were still wide, as he looked up to stare at you incredulously.

“We were playing volleyball…” you muttered quietly, looking away from him.

“And got this?” he shook your arms gently and you shrugged.

“I just get bruises easily, okay?” he clicked his tongue, brining you closer.

‘You have to take better care of yourself, ___-ah. For my sake, at least.”  The room was quiet for a while as he just held you.

“Should I even ask what do you have on your knees?” his question made you laugh.

“You shouldn’t .” his sigh made you laugh more.

“Sorry, I’ll take better care of myself in the future.”

“Yes, you will.” He said, flicking your forehead, before resuming the movie.

It was all peaceful and nice, until you suddenly found yourself stretched out on the couch, your boyfriend hovering above you.

“Yixing?” you asked shockingly, your hands reaching up to bunch in his shirt, to push him away.

“What are yo-“ your question was cut off when he nudged your chin aside with his nose, getting better access to your neck. You were about to ask him something again, but at that moment he attached his lips to your neck, placing a wet kiss over your pale skin. He leaned away only to return once again, his lips sucking on the same place as before. Your hands clenched the material of his shirt in your fists and you unconsciously closed your eyes, turning your head to the side to give him more room. The hum in approval he gave vibrated off his lips onto your skin, making you shiver.

When you felt his teeth come in contact with your neck, you gasped out.

“Yixing, w-what are yo-“

“Taking advantage of your easy bruising.” He released your skin to cut you off again, before giving you one last, hard suck. Yixing sat up, his knees on either side of your hips and admired his work. His thumb brushed across the purplish mark blooming across your pale skin and he grinned at your flustered state. Leaning down, he pressed one last kiss to your lips, which you returned gladly, before pulling you up and back in the position you were in and as if nothing ever happened, you two returned to watch your movie. The only difference now was the mark on your neck, which you will have the hide for the upcoming two weeks from your parents, so you won’t be drastically murdered.

Here we go, another word file that I last edited in 2014…oh my god.

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You knew it was a bad idea to go to the party from the beginning and the longer you were there, the more you chastised yourself for not going with your gut feeling and staying at home. Dance music pounded through the house, making your ribs shake a little as you leaned against the wall in the living room, staring around at the nearby partygoers.

Since Yifan was from the other continent, he was comfortable with shooting alcohol down his throat, before trying his best to dance to the repetitive rhythm of Cascada. You could faintly see Yixing and Jongin hold a small dance battle, amused grins on both of their faces, while Luhan and Suho watched them, taking sips from their drinks.

You could recognize other people as your classmates on the dance floor either dancing or laughing loudly, both signs that alcohol got to them. But it didn’t get to you.

Oh no, it didn’t, you thought with a small smile, the numbing liquid still swirling in your glass. This was your first mixed cup of citrus vodka and sprite, but Baekhyun seemed to mix up the ratio of the drinks, putting in only a little bit of sprite and then filling the whole glass with vodka. As the song changed to Pyromania, Chanyeol staggered out of the kitchen.

For having more than ten shots, he still looked fine, with slight swaying and slurred speech. You watched as the only reason why you came to this party mingled with the others on the dance floor, looking for his drinking partner, Kris. He looked around the living room, his height giving him the advantage he needed, then he caught sight of someone else: you. When you saw something shift in his eyes as he recognized who you were, his smile grew and waved at you. You couldn’t help but to return his smile and wave back shyly, your heart beating faster as he started making his way to you. When he was close enough, his booming voice called out your name. You giggled at the slurred ending and how he had to lean against the wall for support.

He seemed to yell a question over the loud music, but you couldn’t hear him.

“What?!” you screamed back and Chanyeol laughed.

“I asked…” he tried again, but his voice was drowned out once more.

“I can’t hear you!”  You interrupted him, a small smile forming on your face as he rolled his eyes in annoyance. Your laughter faded when the hand, which wasn’t occupied by beer, wrapped around your back and pulled you impossibly close. Your chests were pressed up against each other, as he leaned down and whispered into your ear, the deep voice speaking so softly it made you shiver.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” your hands hung awkwardly by your sides at first, but because you were feeling a little daring from the overall situation you were in, you decided to rest them over his waist, just slightly over his hipbones.

“I am now.” You muttered mostly to yourself.

Ever since high school started, you had a crush on the dumb giant. He was the first guy who started to talk to you and on the first day of school, he sat next to you, striking up a conversation. He introduced you to his friends and you two were objects of many dating rumors…until he found himself a girlfriend, breaking your heart in the process. Even though you laughed the accusations off, the harsh truth that he maybe didn’t feel more than friendly affections towards you made you realize just how much he meant to you.

That was four years ago. After many girlfriends from his and some boyfriends from your side, here you were, pressed up against each other in a crowded living room, whispering in each other’s ears so you could hear.

Chanyeol’s chuckle broke through your thoughts and with a startle you realized, that he might’ve heard your comment.

“Want a sip?” he let it slide, lifting the beer to your eye level.

You hesitated- drinking wasn’t your thing. The last time you were drunk was at a family reunion, being lured into one too many glasses of wine, and when you woke up the next day with a killer headache you swore off drinking. But now as you eyed the golden liquid in Chanyeol’s cup, all you thought was what the hell and you took the beer from him, taking a sip.

His eyes never left your face, his hooded gaze giving him a slightly wild look that made you feel daring. The bitter drink went down your throat and what intended to be a small, innocent gulp ended up being a bottom’s up, as you finished the cup in one take. Chanyeol laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the living room, into the kitchen. You let him drag you around the house, absentmindedly placing the empty glass on the nearby table. As you two passed the kitchen, he grabbed the six-pack from the counter, before leading you out through the door and onto the back porch.

There, he sat down on the steps, patting the place next to him with a smile. Smiling back, you took it and stared up at the starry sky. It was such a beautiful night.

The sizzling opening of a can tore you from your thoughts and you turned to Chanyeol, who was already handing you one.

“What, don’t you want to be at the party?” you asked, a smile on your face, as you took the offered beverage. It’s been such a long time since you’ve been able to talk to him, it seemed almost fictional that you were sitting next to him.

“We can make our own party. I didn’t see you for so long.” The crisp night air did him some good, as it sobered him up a little.

“And what do you want to do?” you questioned, that small smile still on your lips. His eyes got a little gleam in them as he grinned.

“Hm…what do I wanna do?” he mused, rubbing his chin, as he opened a beer for himself. He seemed to be thinking for quite a while, before a grin broke out on his face once more.

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

“Really? Truth or dare?” you deadpanned, making him laugh at your expression.

“Just trust me on this. Truth or dare?”

“Okay the…Truth.”

And that started a long game of embarrassing orders given out by either of you. It didn’t take long before you ran out of your 10 allowed truths and you had to ask for a dare. And recalling what Chanyeol had to do after he called for some action made you cringe. What would he force you to do?

“So…truth or dare?” he asked slowly, a slight smile on his lips.

“Dare!” you finally answered and the smile turned into a smirk.

“Kiss me.”

The two words made you almost choke on your beer and your eyes shoot open. You were supposed to do what?!

“W-what?” your spluttered, placing the beer beside you. You only had two cans, but even so the alcohol seemed to have taken its toll, because you were actually considering the dare.

“Kiss me.”  Chanyeol requested again, leaning closer to you and without much thought, you grasped his face in your hands and planted your lips over his. After four long years, you’ve finally gotten to do what you wanted to do for so long. After four long years, you were kissing Park Chanyeol. And with a giggle, you realized that he was kissing you back.

His lips broadened into a smile in a sweet kiss, one of his hands burying in your hair, cradling the nape of your neck and holding you in place. After what seemed like eternity, you two finally broke off, crazy grins on your faces.

“Wow.” You said, realizing only then you were gasping for breath. Chanyeol laughed at you, swiping a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah. Wow.”

“Pity this only happens when I’m drunk.” You said absentmindedly, making Chanyeol’s brows furrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“The kiss.” You waved a hand in the space between the two of you.

“It’s like a spell. The kiss only happens when you have 2 bottles of beer in you.” He chuckled, amused.

“What are you talking about?” he questioned again and you shrugged with a laugh.

“Dunno. I’m drunk, I can say whatever I want.” You replied defensively, sticking your tongue out at him.

“You’re weird.” Chanyeol decided and before you were able to say something, he sealed your lips with his, almost kissing you sober.

“Just a reminder of what awaits you tomorrow morning.” He explained when he pulled away, before grabbing your hand and leading you back into the house.

Oh-hoh, when was the sun rising? You couldn’t wait.

Another request done! I hope you enjoy it! <3

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From the outside, it would look like a completely normal dinner between two newlyweds, until someone would look closer. Until someone would see your leg bouncing up and down, see that his grip on the cutlery was far too tight.

No one could blame either of you, when the sun was going down and you were targeted by one of the most dangerous vampires in the country.

“The food is really good, Irene.” That wasn’t your name. And as if it belonged to someone else, you smiled softly at the man sitting across from you.

“I’m glad you like it, Ben.” That wasn’t his name either, but that’s how the witness protection program worked. Relocation to a different town, a set of new names to get used to, a whole new appearance that you had to become comfortable with, calling a complete stranger your husband, and all through that still fear the time when the sun ran behind the mountains.

Looking at him sitting across from you, you studied his face. It was so strange to call him that, since the name Kyungsoo became a synonym of savior to you. He didn’t look like a Ben. Only the name Kyungsoo fit him. After all, he was the one who ripped the centuries old bloodsucker off you during the raid of one of the biggest blood brothels on the continent.

A raid that you had helped create. A raid that put the blood mate of the owner and dangerous gangster behind bars.

Tap, tap, tap, the heel of your slipper slapped against the floor, almost inaudible to your ears, but most probably annoying to the police officer looking at you. The after-effects of being bitten wear off very slowly, and the itch under your skin was still present, a sultry feeling that coaxed you to find a vampire that could feed on you. Kyungsoo cleared his throat, smiling at you.

“So… how was your day?” you knew you should act as if you were just a normal couple, but how can you answer to a question like this? Of course you stayed at home the whole day, keeping away from the sunlight that could hurt your skin form being used as a blood whore for such a long time.

“It was…I read that book you recommended, it’s really nice.” you tried to sound excited about it, but reading the tips to self-defense from a vampire wasn’t anything that could be categorized as easy reading. And just like the book recommended, you made sure every room had a small stash of religious icons that could be used against the undead soldiers if they would ever breach the threshold of your house. Shaking your head to push those thoughts out, you resumed talking.

“I umm…I also, cooked? And I don’t ache that muc-” your statement was cut off by the sharp hiss coming from the werewolf, his eyes staring you down. No abnormal talk at the dinner table, rule #5. You immediately shrunk down, shoulders hunched, biting back the apology that was coming from your throat.

You missed the furrowed brows that sat on Kyungsoo’s face, rubbing at his chin. A nervous tick, the only one that let you know that deep inside his mind, he was bemoaning the way he cut you off. There was a very low chance that the house was bugged- he himself had checked. There was even a lesser chance that someone was lurking around the perimeters of the house, waiting for a single clue to let them know who the two of you really were. With another clearing of his throat, Kyungsoo started eating again.

“What else, something interesting on TV?” Kyungsoo tried to restart the conversation, but it felt like it couldn’t be saved, and you stood from the table at the same time he spoke.

“I’m not hungry anymore, I’ll…I’ll just go wash up! Yes, so the food on the pans won’t dry up and stuff,” your explanation was most definitely lame, but it was easier than to be with the werewolf in the same room in that moment.

You felt immense guilt when talking to Kyungsoo. It has been days since the two of you entered the witness protection program. Days he has spent away from his pack, days he had to spend babysitting a blood whore who is crashing from her high. He never seemed to mind, but you couldn’t believe that he was doing this voluntarily.

The raid was a blur in your memories, the only pillar of stability being the grip Kyungsoo had on you as he took you from the red satin room, one arm holding you under your knees and the other’s grip in your hair to bury your face in the crook of his neck, to prevent you from seeing what was happening around the two of you. And once you caught a glimpse of your former customer on the bed, ribcage ripped open and heart still fighting the silver stake that was slowly but surely coaxing it to stop beating, you decided that you didn’t want to see more.

You don’t even know how long it took, but when it was all over, you found yourself in the hospital with other of your co-workers, medical staff fluttering about you in white coats and trying their best to rid you of the bad blood coursing through your veins. Some of the older blood whores weren’t happy with it and tried to fight the doctors that were taking away the only source of their short-lived happiness.

This house could be the set of a commercial, you thought as you looked at the bright and cheery tiles, marble green fridge, kitchen counters running under the window leading out to the street. Several utensils were cluttered on the surface, evidence of your effort to cook something edible (you did a good job, even if it needed a bit more seasoning). Glad that Kyungsoo did not follow you, his round eyes seemed to understand whatever you needed at a specific time, you stepped to the sink and began to wash dishes.

There were many rules you were supposed to keep up with- if you remembered well, there were around 25 of them to keep in mind, and thus you thought it was hard sometimes to obey all of them. Some were understandable, such as not leave the house after dark and make sure all the entrances to the house were locked and secure. There were others that did not make sense that much, like close the blinds when you were going to sleep. One would think that having the sunlight enter as quickly as possible would be a good thing to prevent vampires, but you weren’t the expert on hiding from a very angry bloodsucker.

Washing dishes was something you always enjoyed, funnily enough. It brought you peace, and you could zone out while the almost hypnotizing circles with a sponge washed all the grime and grease from the utensils, making them as good as new. During that, your mind always cleared, and you stared into nothingness.

And in the nothingness, he stood.

At first you did not notice him- how could you, in the dark setting of the street, nothing seemed out of place. It was only after you realized that it was all too silent, as if someone just froze time that you saw him.

Standing on the other side of the street, partially hidden by a white van, Minseok seemed to attract all the darkness that gathered in the middle of him. Even when he was that far away, you could clearly see his face, already rid of the allure he hid behind when he stole new bloodwhores and seduced potential business partners.

His hollowed-out cheeks stretched out thin, making his face look ghastlier than you ever saw it. His eyes were huge, a striking red against the white background of his skin, his jaw loose, fangs peeking out.

The edges of your vision became fuzzy as you started shaking, the spoon in your hand cluttering into the sink. Once he knew you saw him, his eyes suddenly turned black, black holes that seemed to suck you from your fake kitchen in your fake home, away from your fake husband and into the bottomless depths of despair. Fear squeezed around your heart when you heard the voice of your previous owner in your soul, promising a very long and painful death for what you had done to his business, to his love, to him.

You felt as if you were caught in the darkness for years, fighting against the shadows that grabbed at your wrists and ankles and throat, that hoped to find any way to get inside you and make you burn from within, until you were yanked back, back from the despair, and back into the fake kitchen of the fake house and into the arms of your fake husband.

Kyungsoo was standing right behind you, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as he ran the tip of his nose over the arch of your neck, plush lips swooping down for an anchoring kiss every now and then. He must’ve felt you return, as his hands slid down to yours, entwining your shaking fingers with his stable ones.

“We’ll do the dishes together, hm?” he said out loud, louder than you thought was necessary. You realized that it wasn’t for you, it was for the creature of darkness that slinked back when he saw Kyungsoo standing behind you. No longer under Minseok’s power, you let out a breath as if you were underwater for ten minutes.

“O-Okay.” trying to gain control of your body was still impossible, and Kyungsoo was the only one that kept up with the pretense of washing dishes, while you held your hands under the warm spray of water to bring life back into them.  

“Are you okay?” this question was much quieter, directed into the skin of cheek, where he pressed another lingering kiss. With the kiss came the calming wave of his scent wafting over you, most possibly trying to battle the scent of death’s grip that was on you just moments ago.

“He saw me. He…I don’t know…”

You don’t know if you gave him permission to enter, you wanted to say, but the words couldn’t leave your mouth, as your eyes watered.

Minseok was nowhere in sight. He could be in the house at that moment.

He could be right behind you.

“The dishes will wait until tomorrow, but I won’t. Come on, dear, I missed you.” more of his performance, you thought as Kyungsoo spun you away from the sink and to the staircase. Before he turned to leave himself, he made sure to press the panic button conveniently pressed under the kitchen counter.

It was only a number of minutes before the other police officers came and made the move to arrest the renegade vampire. A number of minutes that he could make use of and decorate the safehouse with your insides.

Kyungsoo seemed to be doing everything in his power to keep the organs in your body, as he urged you into the master bedroom, ignoring the large bed in the middle of it and heading straight to the walk-in closet. There, in the smallest corner behind an array of white shirts that Ben was supposedly wearing to work on a daily basis, the wall was slightly different. It gave way under the right palm print, and when Kyungsoo pressed his hand against it, the wall revealed a small panic room, just big enough for the two of you.

It seemed to be great timing, because the only sound you heard as the doors shut tight behind the two of you was the front door breaking under the force of Minseok’s blow.

The world was swallowed in darkness and silence, and it was eating you alive. You suddenly wished you could hear everything that was happening in the house, because like this, you didn’t know where he was, didn’t know how close he was to you, if he was standing right in front of your hiding place and working on a way to get inside…

“Shh…you’re hyping yourself into a panic attack.” Kyungsoo whispered and he ushered you into his embrace. It would be a joke to call this a panic room; it was a panic cupboard, just big enough to fit you and not draw any attention to supernatural intruders. When the monsters outside were strong enough to plow through whole walls, the best way to stay hidden lies in the size of the rooms.

The two of you were sitting, the room barely big enough to not have to tilt your head at an angle. After he made sure that you were inside, Kyungsoo turned to press his back against the entrance and folded over you to shield your body with his own.

“What if he…if he finds us?” your voice was breathless, and all your other musings were shut down by the police officer behind you, chest rumbling against your back in silent warning.

“The force is on the way; this panic room is protected. I’m here, ___. I won’t let him get to you, just like I didn’t do so all those times before. Just breathe for me. In, and out. Slowly, like this.” his chest moved up and down in exaggerated breaths that you tried your best to mimic. You weren’t sure if it was the breathing, or the fact that the grip you had on Kyungsoo’s arms was able to anchor you, and you didn’t let yourself go to a flurry of emotions that would have you screaming out and blocking your breath.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you at dinner,” Kyungsoo murmured into your ear, running his fingertips up and down your arms when he was satisfied with your breathing. You almost let out a shaky chuckle. Out of all the things to do, to be apologizing for something like this…

“It’s…It’s okay, I broke the rule…”

“It’s not okay, you were trying to talk about your improving health. I’m sorry I didn’t give you the support. I really am happy that you feel much better, though.” you hummed, grabbing at the fingers of his hand when they came down to your wrist.

“I’m glad you liked the food.” you whispered back, and a ghostly image of a smile appeared on your face.

“That is, if lying isn’t a part of the witness protection as well.” Kyungsoo chuckled, squeezing at your fingers. Warmth seeped from the sound, and it made your clenched muscles relax.

“I would never let the line of duty get in the way of culinary honesty, ___. I swear, it’s as if you didn’t even know your husband.” he mocked in a shocked tone, and if you had more space, you’d smack him for it.

The lighthearted atmosphere was torn to shreds by a sudden, sharp sound. Three knocks, a pause.

Three more knocks, and a strange sequence that had Kyungsoo pressing at the panel once more. Wordlessly, he helped you get up, offering only a small smile of support.

Off to another city you go.

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 5039 words

Warning: None!

New to the series? Start your adventure here:Prologue (Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need in a small part of this chapter)
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 3

The light that shone through the open windows, brightened the whitely painted parquet floor and wheat brown walls of Chanyeol’s bedroom. Whereas last night, the artificial lightening from his simple pendant Scandinavian ceiling light gave the feel of a cosy bedroom, the atmosphere in the room was now more heavenly. The sound of whistling birds filled the room and small details such as the tree stump nightstands, his carefully located acoustic guitar and the present house plants even made one overlook the small mess on his desk.

Chanyeol felt very comfortable. Despite his legs being tangled up with (y/n)’s under the sheets, the feeling of his arms holding her close and her perfume, now perfected in his presence, satisfied his inner wolf immensely and he wanted time to stop so he could stay like that forever.

He opened his eyes, curious to (y/n)’s sleeping figure. As her head was nestled snugly in his neck, he carefully tried to lower himself without waking her to be at eye-height with her.

He had never studied someone’s aspects up close with that much interest. She had spider’s-leg, succubus-black eyelashes that fluttered over her grape shaped eyes, sliver-of-moon eyebrows, a pert nose and velvety soft lips that made him want to kiss her. As he studied her, he could not withhold the urge to touch her. Gently, he removed his palm from her waist and combed her hair behind her seashell-shaped ears, stroking the same smooth skin several times with feather light pressure.

It was nice, being sane around her without having to take any wolfsbane-oil. Last night calmed him down, and he knew he was safe for at least the rest of the day, safe for the last day of mating season. He was in love; In love with her peacefully sleeping figure, in love with the individual that was her. He gently placed the palm of his hand on her waist again, hoping she’d continue to sleep for another while.

Now is not the time to revel in her presence, Chanyeol thought. Last night had been a reckless move on his part, a move to which he now had to figure a solution should he not want either of them to suffer the consequences. The first sexual intercourse with one’s mate, the first mating, strengthened the link between mates and absence sickness became a real threat. Chanyeol had to find a way to keep her close from now on.

I’m in love with you. Is that how you say it? He wondered. He imagined himself softly whispering it in her ear as she woke up, but figured it was too straightforward to use it as a morning-greeting. He thought of different scenarios in which he would greet her good morning, but a large variety of possible answers from her part came to mind; Good morning, Hey, Oh shit I’ve got to go, Oh my god what did I do, Hey there handsome, … It was fascinating how he could come up with such a range of possibilities that even included some that didn’t seem realistic; You raped me, You took my precious flower asshole, I hope your parents don’t mind me being your student, Who are you, What have you done to me, Get out, I hope I’m pregnant, …

He had to confess to her. Today. Or at the very least, get her to go out with him regularly. It was only now, that he was able to understand how all the girls that had confessed to him back in the past, must have felt even when he rejected them gently. You can’t reject someone without breaking a heart. He thought about how (y/n) could remind him that he was her lecturer, and how he would answer her. He would stop being a lecturer for her and tell his thesis to go to hell.

Another ten minutes of deep thinking further, he was starting to lose faith. He needed help. He cautiously untangled his limbs from (y/n)’s and got up from the bed, looking down as he felt that he was standing on fabrics that weren’t his. He was standing on her clothes. Apparently they didn’t get as far as he had believed them to go. He made no sound as he put on new boxers, black sweats and a grey tank top, stealing some glances back at (y/n) from time to time, until he left the room.

“Noona”, he called for his older sister, standing in the hallway in front of her door and he knocked a few times. As expected, she was awake and opened the door cheerfully, being a morning-person.

“Good morning. Come on in”, she said and she immediately turned around towards her desk to pick up the second earring that paired with the one she was putting in as she navigated through her room.

“You have to leave for work?” Chanyeol asked. His sister was a news anchor at CBS, and he never knew her schedule. Sometimes she worked on weekends as well.

“No, I’m going out with Tae Song this afternoon and I thought it’d be easier to get ready since I was in my morning routine anyways”, she explained, plugging in the other earring and turning around to face Chanyeol again. “You remember? Tae Song? The cute guy that now works as our director of photography?”.

“Why do that?” Chanyeol questioned, leaning against the doorframe. “You know he’s not your mate. Why waste time on him?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Because it is becoming really embarrassing at my age to not have dated”, she exclaimed. “Talking about mates”, she changed the subject and grasped her hair brush from her desk, “There’s a female in your room, I can smell it. The boys told me you met (y/n) at the festival last night. I guess she slept in?” She brushed through her hair for the fifth time that morning and checked with her hands whether it was still soft enough.

“Yeah about that”, Chanyeol closed the door behind him and walked inside. “We had sex”.

“You what?” His older sister immediately stopped in her tracks and eyed Chanyeol as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.

“I know”, Chanyeol sighed and walked over to her bed, seating himself on the edge with his head down.

“That was tremendously irresponsible of you”, his sister pointed out, following him with her eyes.

“I know”. The poor male raised his feet onto the bed, leaning his chin on his knees and holding onto his legs.

“Chanyeol, your bodies have gotten to know each other. They’ll want to be close to each other and if you don’t obey, you’ll get absence sickness. Seeing each other in lectures and recitations is not going to cut it anymore. Your body is going to retaliate”.

“I know”.

“Stop saying that you know. If you know then why did you do it?”

“I couldn’t help myself”, Chanyeol defended himself. He thought back of last night, how he was already struggling to stay gentle with (y/n). He remembered how he managed to keep his actions in check using a lot of willpower but glitched once, when he asked her if she was ready for the real deal. That sounded way out of place. Luckily, he had managed to redeem himself.

“Pabo! You know you have to be patient with human mates, take it slow".

“I’ve known her for three weeks already. Sehun and his mate-”

“They saw each other every day for two weeks. They dated for two weeks since the moment they met. Two weeks. That’s fourteen dates. How many did you have?” his older sister asked and she witnessed Chanyeol burying his head in his knees. “Right. I thought so”.

“What do I do?”. It was barely impossible to hear him, the sound muffled by the position he was in.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry”, his Noona plopped down next to him and caressed his back. Chanyeol had been blessed with an older sister like her. She was always there for him. She would scold him, but then she would do everything she could to help him. “So… Let me get this straight. You two had sex. She’s now in your room. Did she mention anything to you about loving you or liking you? Is she still sleeping or have you two spoken already?”

“She’s still sleeping. Neither of us confessed anything last night”, Chanyeol summarized the facts.

“Ok…” His sister nodded. “Let me think” and she got up to pace around the room whilst Chanyeol raised his head towards her, feeling hopeless. “If I were her…” She thought. “Hmmm… Ah!”

“What?”

“I know!” She exclaimed. “What we’re going to do is… We’re going to make her feel at home and make sure she feels she’s welcome here despite being your student. That’s very important. And you, you’re going to tell her you like her”

“Ya! I could’ve come up with such a plan myself. Telling her I like her isn’t easy”, Chanyeol got up, slightly irritated. “Do you know how hard it is to mentally prepare yourself for the thousand ways she can reject me? I’m too nervous to do this. Besides, I don’t even know if I can get myself to say those words”.

“That’s why girls write love letters”.

“I’m not a girl, I’m not writing a love letter and perfuming it with roses”, Chanyeol crossed his arms stubborn.

“Then find another way”, his sister urged him. “Think, Chanyeol. You’re aiming for a PhD; how hard can it be to use your brains for something else than Neuroscience?”

Chanyeol kept pacing around his sister’s room. With his guitar, he had been working on a song for (y/n) in his free time, but the song wasn’t finished yet and he did not trust he could sing clearly without a twenty-minute warm-up. He first wanted to perfect it before singing it to her.

It felt like the Gods were helping him when his eyes caught sight of a small object on his sister’s desk. It was the perfect plan. “Hey, do you mind if I lend your voice recorder?”

Chanyeol snuck into his room again, holding onto some clothes he had lend from his older sister. He tip-toed towards the bathroom that was shared between his and Kyungsoo’s room and left them there, suddenly hearing (y/n)’s cries.

“Dad”, he heard her twist and turn her head in the bed and he ran towards her, finding her having a nightmare. She was pinching her closed eyes and sweat began to appear on her forehead.

Chanyeol climbed on to the bed and held her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand to soothe her. It worked miraculously. After a few seconds, (y/n)’s complexion relaxed and she smiled in her sleep. Soon after, she opened her eyes.

“I – uh. Sorry. You were having a bad dream”, Chanyeol quickly let go of (y/n)’s hand and pushed himself back as to not seem like he invaded her private space.

“No, thank you. It helped”, (y/n) pushed herself up against the headboard, her palms flat on the matrass.

“You were calling for your dad. Had a dream about him?”, Chanyeol was worried. She had been sleeping peacefully until he had left her.

“When I get nightmares I always call for my dad. It’s a habit. Whenever I’m scared or nervous I always call for him in my mind… but he never shows. My dad raised me, but left when I was twelve. My parents weren’t on the same page when it came to parenting. They’re opposites. My dad was always there for me and he was sweet and kind and loving, while my mom is very strict with a large variety of rules and she prefers for me to suffer so I can become a strong and independent woman. She’s the one who made my dad leave.”

“I’m sorry”, Chanyeol felt sorry for her, but somewhere he was happy that she shared that with him. They were getting closer.

“It’s not your fault. He sends me letters. And gifts”, (y/n) smiled. “Every birthday, every important event in my life such as high school graduation, start of college. He doesn’t even miss Christmas. Last year he got me-”, she stopped midsentence and scratched the back of her head. “Wow, I’m not sure what’s with me today. I never told anybody about any of this” and let her head drop, only to discover she was still naked and her boobs were out in the open for Chanyeol to watch. “Oh my god and especially not naked”, she grabbed the sheets and pulled it over her, her head included.

“I swear I wasn’t watching”, Chanyeol laughed. He hadn’t even given them attention; he had been too focused on what she was saying for him to notice that they were on display. “I left some of my sister’s clothes in the bathroom. You can take a shower and change there”. He rubbed his hand on the blob in the sheets, knowing her head was there. “I’ll get you some water in the meanwhile. Your body has slept for an entire night and needs to hydrate”, he smiled at her shyly hidden posture under the sheets and got off the bed, leaving the room. Nevertheless, he turned around once more to catch a glimpse of her cuteness.

“I’m here”, Chanyeol’s sister walked in to the bedroom, her hands stuffed with several facial products.

“She just got out of the shower”, Chanyeol said, putting his guitar down. He had been trying to practice a little but was distracted by the scent of (y/n). She had used his male shower gel and it was a surprisingly attractive combination with her fragrance.

“Ah, perfect. I got Suho to help you out with that one thing, so don’t worry about that”, his sister walked towards the bathroom door.

“Noona”, Chanyeol called after her, wanting to say something but decided to hold his tongue.

“Don’t worry. I can sell the news, sure I can sell my little brother too”, she winked and knocked on the bathroom door. “(y/n)”, she called. “I’m Park Yoora. Chanyeol’s older sister. Mind if I come in?”

“Make-up remover, thought you might need it”, Yoora shook the bottle as she opened the door to the bathroom and witnessed (y/n) trying to clean her face with whatever she found in the bathroom that was used solely by males.

“You’re an angel”, (y/n) said and bowed to introduce herself. “I’m Jang (y/n)”. Yoora slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol couldn’t hear their conversation anymore. “You’re the news anchor?”

“Yes. That’s me. Look, I’ve got you completely covered. I’ve brought makeup removal, facial cleansing oil or, should you have oily skin, I also have milk based cleanser, tonic, essence, moisturizer”, Chanyeol heard all the bottles being thrown in the sink. So that’s how she was going to make (y/n) feel at home. “Overkill for your usual routine?”

“Only slightly. I don’t use essences or ampoules or masks or serums”.

“You wouldn’t say? From what I can see you have perfect skin. Can I touch it? Oooh it’s soft. Blessed with good skin and good features. You could pose as a siren”, Chanyeol bit his tongue in horror and shook the moment he heard the word Siren. Why wasn’t his sister cautious with her words?

“Pose as a what?”

“Ah nothing. I just meant… In Greek mythology you’ve got these women who looked very attractive and could sing and they lured sailors over and then ate them… Sirens. Man-eaters… You look like you could get any guy… In my head it sounded a lot less offensive, sorry”. Truth to be told, Sirens were a real thing. There were very few of them, maybe ten alive at the same time. Sirens, like witches, were part of nature and some were born without having magical parents. Unlike witches however, Sirens usually ate their men before they could get to the actual deed of procreation, which explained why there weren’t so many of them. None of them had sexual intercourse.

In the real world, Siren’s didn’t eat sailors but young males to keep their beauty and their psychological powers. They could compel anyone. They were masters of the mind and were considered amongst the most dangerous of creatures. They could adapt anyone’s memories, make people forget things, make people do things against their will, they could control anyone. To his luck, Chanyeol had never encountered one before and his mate couldn’t be one of them, or he’d be dead by now.

“It’s ok. I get where you were coming from, but a little farfetched”, (y/n) replied. Chanyeol let out a sigh, his sister managed to save the situation.

“You know… my brother usually doesn’t bring girls home. I know you’re one of his students but considering your ages I can understand that things turn out differently than what seems right. If my brother brought you here, I believe he thinks you’re special and if that’s the case, I need you to know that nobody here will judge either of you, no matter what you decide to do”.

“News travels fast, doesn’t it?”

“As a news anchor I can only confirm that”.

His sister had only left a few minutes ago and Chanyeol was patiently waiting for (y/n) to come out of the bathroom, sitting on his bed. He looked up as he heard her touch the doorknob to come out.

“Hey”, Chanyeol held up (y/n)’s red high heels. “I’ve got your red heels…”, he imagined how those would match the classic outfit Yoora composed of a light blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked up at her, trying to project the image onto her and out of his own will, traced the lines of her necklace that disappeared into her cleavage. That goddamn necklace. Just remembering its blackness already made him shudder.

“High heels in the morning, I prefer not”, (y/n) shook her head as she smiled. “I want to walk around flat for a while”.

“Of course. Do you need me to ask my sister-”

“I’m fine. I like walking around bare-footed. Even outside. My mom tells me to wear high heels the entire time, so I like walking around without them. I always do it when she’s not watching”. Chanyeol felt rejected, but nodded. “Would you know what the fastest way to the city is? I’ve slept in late and I’ve got one of those big Sunday family lunch dinners to attend to”. Every time (y/n) said she had to leave or wanted to leave, it left a cut on Chanyeol’s heart. He wanted her to stay with him and not leave anymore.

“I can drive you. It’s Sunday so there aren’t much busses to the city. Two today, I think”, he suggested instead.

(y/n) was waiting outside while Chanyeol was watching her from a window in the grand hallway of the Main mansion. He had told her he forgot his car keys and would go grab them, but he was planning something else. He had already send Suho a text to inform him of (y/n)’s location and that he was waiting for action.

This was the only way he could do it. He was too scared to say it out loud in front of her. Despite his looks, Chanyeol was a very sensitive person and worried too much, especially when he had to overcome the problems he had caused himself from being too impulsive.

There she was. Chanyeol saw a little girl, one of his wolf-pack, arriving with three balloons. There was one green, one yellow and one red balloon. She walked steady towards (y/n) and called for her once she was almost there.

“Unnie”. (y/n) looked at the little girl and squatted through her legs to make it easier for her.

“Hey there, little girl. Some beautiful balloons you’ve got there”, she beamed as she glanced at them.

“They told me to give them to you”.

“To me?!” (y/n) pointed at herself, her mouth slightly agape out of surprise.

“Together with this”. In her small hands, the girl had a small device that looked like an old mp3 player. A chord of in-ear earbuds was wrapped around it. “They said to press play”.

“They? Who are they?” (y/n) asked but the girl had vowed not to say anything. Once (y/n) grabbed hold of the device and the balloons, the girl turned around and ran away on her cute pink sandals. She had done her job.

(y/n) stood up and unwrapped the in-ear earbuds cord from the device, which revealed to be a voice recorder, and placed them in her ears, looking at the balloons briefly before pressing the play button.

(y/n)

He did not have to introduce himself. His voice stuck out really well and he knew she recognized his voice by seeing her so pleased.

Before I take you home, I have one small mission for you. In your hand you have three balloons. A green one, a yellow one and a red one. I’m going to tell you something and ask you a question. Then you will respond to me by letting go of the balloon that pairs with the answer of your choice. Red stands for No. Yellow stands for Maybe and Green stands for Yes.

You might call me crazy but I’m going to say it anyways. I like you. From the first lecture when you sat in my lecture hall, I have not been able to keep my eyes off of you. You have the most beautiful smile, you’re very sweet and kind. By the few I have seen from you, I can tell you have a good heart.

I have wanted to approach you since day one. If it hadn’t been because I am your lecturer I would’ve been blunter and sat down for a chat with you, asked you out, dated you, but I had always been too scared because it’s not done that a lecturer dates his student. So I took a distance.

Last night when I saw you at that festival, you can’t imagine how ecstatic I was, seeing you out of the university. I could not withhold myself, I had to talk to you. I swear, I didn’t plan on what happened last night, but it got me to believe that this thing, this thing that feels so right but what we’ve been taught is wrong, is a mutual feeling. You make my heart go badum badum badum. Being around you makes me really happy. I want to make you feel the same. I want you to be the happiest girl on earth. I want to be given the chance to lift you on cloud nine, because I am convinced that, regardless we still have to learn a lot about each other, that I can definitely bring you there.

So, what I would like to ask you. Will you be my girlfriend?

If nerves could kill, Chanyeol would’ve died by now. He could even hear his own recording and he knew it had finished. Which balloon was she going to let go?

(y/n) looked up at the balloons once again before fiddling in her purse to find a pen and a small notepad. She sank through her knees, using them to stable the notepad on it this time so she could write. This made Chanyeol even more nervous. How hard could it be to just let go of one?

And if he thought that was the most stressed one person could be, he had not anticipated seeing Buttercup on the scene.

“No no no no no. Not now. Please not now”, Chanyeol could see Buttercup holding a needle in her tiny hands to pop the balloons. “Throw a bucket of paint over my car instead but don’t do this, please”, he was begging, his hands clustered in his hair.

As if on cue to Chanyeol’s words, (y/n) turned her head around towards Buttercup who was nearing the green balloon. Of course she was going to pop the green one.

Chanyeol witnessed (y/n) watching in the direction of Buttercup, who was now so close to (y/n) and hidden behind her that he couldn’t even see the pixie anymore. What was happening? He had no idea but after ten seconds, (y/n) casually turned her head back to her notepad and continued writing whilst Buttercup was nowhere to be spotted. His Yes balloon was safe.

With her pen, (y/n) made a hole in the paper that she ripped off the notebook and fastened it onto the green balloon. She then stared only at that one and her lips finally lifted into a smile as she let go of it, tracing it with her eyes as the balloon carried her message into the sky.

“Found your car keys?”, (y/n) asked when Chanyeol came outside, walking down the porch.

“Better. Found myself a girlfriend”, he replied with a smirk.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” (y/n) grinned as she asked and Chanyeol went along.

“Some pabo that always called me Professor Park until last night. I really liked it when she used my first name”.

“I should try that, Assistant Professor Park”

“Oh so now you’re finally getting it right?” Chanyeol gave her a kiss on her forehead and then looked up at the two other balloons she was still holding on to.

“I’m just kidding. I’ll call you Chanyeol from now on, unless we’re in class”.

“Say that again”, he asked almost seriously.

“I’ll call-”

“No no. My name. My name”.

“Chanyeol”, she said in the sweetest voice she could. It was almost silly how much Chanyeol liked it.

“Good. You wrote something down on paper? A message for me I’ll never get?” he asked. He had no idea where that balloon would land. If he had known before, he would’ve asked one of the pack’s witches to use a spell on it.

“Nothing important. Just that your perfect ears and neck belong to me now”, she chuckled.

“My ears and neck?”, Chanyeol cracked.

“Don’t laugh, they really are outstanding features of you I really like”.

“Go easy on them, they have a lot of sensitive spots”.

“I promise!” she stuck out her hand flat like a girl’s scout. “Hey, just one thing. Why do I have to let go of the option I choose for? It doesn’t make sense that I let that one float away and hold onto the others. I should hold onto the one of my choosing. It’s not logical”

“Are you questioning me and my creative ideas?” Chanyeol raised an eyebrow at her but kept smiling. “You’re still holding onto the other ones because the choice that you’ve made is not an obligation. You hold those as a sign that you are aware that anytime, should you change your mind, you can still tell me No or Maybe. This should be something we both want”.

“I never looked at it this way”.

“Let’s get you home before you’re too late for lunch”.

As he got onto the highway towards the city’s centre, Chanyeol grasped hold of (y/n)’s hand. These were the little things he had always dreamed of doing with his mate. Holding hands whilst he drove was somewhere on top of that list. Her little palm fit perfectly in his large one. He was already dreaming about how, starting the same evening, he’d learn the pleasure of never-ending phone calls and texting now that he had entered his own number in her smartphone under the contact name Assistant Boyfriend Park.

They talked about a wide variety of subjects, including how Chanyeol’s mom and dad owned a pasta restaurant and a bar in the city respectively, covering the reasons they both went into neuroscience, which was the same fascination for the subject. (y/n) also elaborated on her dad that she talked about earlier that morning and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination.

“I have five minutes left to get up there”, (y/n) pointed at the big hotel building, at one of the top floors. She had requested he drove her to the lunch venue, otherwise she was going to be late. “Important dinner it is, if it’s held in this hotel”, Chanyeol eyed the building and identified it as one of the most expensive hotels from the area.

“Yeah”, she put on her red heels.

“Text me when you’re home”, Chanyeol asked and (y/n) nodded.

“I will. You drive carefully”.

“Did I not drive carefully?”

“You did. But you had a girl with you. You pulled up suspiciously quick for someone who drives exactly the speed limit”, she beamed.

“I got caught, didn’t I?”

“You did”, (y/n) leaned in to Chanyeol and held her arm around his waist and so did Chanyeol, both of them puckering their lips onto each other, above the gear stick. Unlike the night before, their kiss was carefree loving and sweet. They both knew the other liked them, so they didn’t withhold their lips to tell the same.

Chanyeol immediately missed her when she got out of the car and disappeared into the hotel lobby. This was something he was never going to be able to fix. Missing her when she wasn’t with him. Having asked her to be his girlfriend, he could see her more often and avoid either of them having absence sickness. But it was still there, and it was a real threat.

“Kyungsoo-ah”, Chanyeol called for him in his car.

“Hyung”.

“I’ve seen three of them again, when I drove out of town”, Chanyeol pulled up and left back home. There was still a witch tomb to be cleaned today.

“The board is already investigating”, Kyungsoo assured him.

“It’s been five weeks now. They have been around our town for five weeks. What’s taking them so long? Why aren’t we informed?”

“Have you tried asking your parents? They’re on the board too”.

“Didn’t get the opportunity to. I’ll see if I can pay my home a visit tonight”

“Keep me up to date”.

“I will”.

->Part 4

Author’s note: 40 minutes later than I promised + not my best writing. It has been a horrible week at work and I was too stressed out to even start writing when I came home from work.

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 2025 words

Warning: This smut is part of a series. The build-up for this smut you can find in part 2 of Renegade. You can read it skipping the story, but then you might be missing out on some context.

Want to read the entire series? Start your adventure here:Prologue
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 2b

- I changed POV only for this part, since I thought it to be more enjoyable like this.-

“I want this”. You held on to him and his T-shirt for dear life, trying to support yourself as you stood on your tippy-toes trembling from excitement, when Chanyeol suddenly caressed his hands from your back over your butt cheeks to your thighs, squatting lightly so his warm hands could caress under your dress to lift you effortlessly and locked you onto his waist with his muscular biceps.

You mantled his neck with your arms as you felt his lips brush onto yours. It made you anticipate more of him, figuring that now he had obtained your approval, he was going to take his time to enjoy every inch of you.

“Call me by my name”, he whispered into your ear and you gladly fulfilled his wish.

“Chanyeol”, you said softly, earning you feather-light kisses in your neck. You could sense his smile on his kisses, happy that for the first time, you called him by his first name. You gently caressed your fingers behind his ear, as if to stroke a strand behind them and then moved your fingertips to massage softly the back of his neck, barely touching him. The relaxing feeling you were giving him, caused him to stop what he was doing and just admire you.

“How did I earn someone like you?” He asked. You had dreamed about a moment like this before, only that now you were in Chanyeol’s arms, your dreams could not compare to the reality. His scent, his softness, and the beauty that was the man that held you up so lightly. You were unable to take your eyes off of his.

He let go of one of your thighs, nevertheless you still felt securely locked around him and he used his free hand to comb through your hair. “You’re so beautiful”.

Carefully, he walked forward to bend one knee onto the bed, laying you down and allowing himself to hover over you, nesting his legs between yours. The palms of your hands that were muffled in the sleeves of his giant sweater pulled gently onto his neck, attempting to bring him closer.

“You should’ve never loaned my clothes like that”, he smirked. You were well aware that one purple sweater was the cause of him not being able to let go of you. “This has got to go”, he pulled onto the hem of the sweater and you complied easily, pushing yourself closer to Chanyeol off the matrass so he could lift it over your head and throw it onto the ground next to the bed.

“I was getting cold”, you defended yourself playfully, challenging him to warm you up. You dug your hands under his T-shirt, touching his warm back. Chanyeol let out a small groan from how your cold hands felt on his warm back. You let out a chuckle from his reaction, smoothing your hands up and down his back.

“Warmed up?”, Chanyeol smiled as he felt the coldness from your hands gradually disappear.

“Very”, you puckered your lips, lingering for his and he took notice of it instantly, clasping his with yours. You couldn’t get enough of him, of his kisses, of his warmth. With your fingertips, you began fiddling onto his shirt, trying to pull it off of him but you couldn’t get his shirt that far without his help. “Help me”, you pouted.

Chanyeol stole one last kiss before he pulled away, seating him on his ankles between your legs. You followed him with your eyes as he plucked the fabric of his shoulders persuasively, revealing his statuesque trained abs and chest. You eyed him lasciviously, seating up to touch him and admire his body. Running your hands over his chest first, you perceived his pecs slightly rounded and contouring perfectly with your shallow palms. You lead your fingers down to the somewhat bumpy region of his abs, running them down haltingly, stopping at each groove to treasure the feeling and view of his immaculate body.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He asked and your breath hitched. You shyly looked down, but with your eyes you kept stealing glances of his torso. He lifted your chin with his fingers, compelling you to look him in the eyes. “I’m glad you like it”, he said and leaned in to kiss you passionately, one of his hands cupping your cheek. He then trailed his hand down your neck to the back, untying the laces that held your dress at your neck and pulling them softly.

Your cherry-painted dress had found its way to the floor quickly just like the rest of Chanyeol’s clothing, his boxers excluded. He latched his lips on your neck, leaving unrushed pecks and nips all over your skin as he slowly trailed down to your strapless bra which was a heavenly combination of antique gold Leavers lace onto a blush pink silk satin.

Chanyeol had his hands roaming over your body, from your back to your navel, travelling upwards around your sides, ducking under your arms to reach your shoulder blades. He then moved down, trying to undo your bra. After a few attempts, he figured it wasn’t going to be that easy and you let out a chuckle, seeing him struggle.

“Sorry”, he let out a whisper, apologizing for his lack of experience and he leaned his head over your shoulder so he could see what he was doing. You took hold of the opportunity from one of his lovable earlobes being so close to you, that you softly took his lobule in between your teeth, nipping at it mildly as he managed to unclasp your bra.

“You’re doing more than fine”, you encouraged him successfully and he threw your bra out of bed. You wanted to keep smothering him with kisses but one could only win that fight as Chanyeol nuzzled his kisses in between your breasts, gently pushing you down onto the matrass.

When you felt his large hand kneading one of your breast, you caught hold onto his shadowy strands, moans escaping your mouth periodically in sync with his actions. His free hand then held on dearly to your free one, your pinches guiding him.

You let go of him and his strands completely, allowing him to ghost down your body in kisses until he reached your thighs. He left measured pecks against your inner-thighs whilst his hands aimed for those cute blush rose ribbons at the sides of your panties, unwrapping them simultaneously by pulling the silks outward.

With his fingertips, he softly pulled the fabric of your panties towards him, revealing the heart of your femininity. He groaned audibly once he turned his head from where he was kissing your inner-thighs towards your essence, licking his lips eagerly. The moment his lips touched your clit, you gasped for air loudly, followed by a moan as you felt him nipping the sensitive junction of your thighs with his lips.

“Fuck you taste so good”, he groaned and continued on, stealing small licks in between his kisses in all spots.

“Don’t stop!”, you screamed and he obliged, repeating the action several times for you to reach that apex and let out loud moans. As if he didn’t think you were enjoying him enough, he inserted two of his fingers into your core, thrusting at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Chanyeol!” You screamed blaringly and he smiled approvingly on how he had gotten you so far as to curse on him.

“You want to cum, baby?” He asked and you groaned loudly, begging for him to do so.

“Yes! Please!” you pleaded, and with a few more thrusts and licks he got you over the edge.

“FUCK!” You screamed and your hands clenched onto the sheets. “Chanyeol”. You cried out his name as you reached your climax and you could not even feel the strength you were fisting onto the sheets. Chanyeol made use of the extreme sensitivity to turn you into a moaning and cursing mess, kissing and thrusting out your high fiercely.

“Ready for the real deal?” he smirked when you began to come down from your high. He got up from the bed to watch you catch your breath in between the after-shocks of your orgasm and got rid of his boxers, stomping them out. Your mind still drifted off to how amazing your orgasm was, that you didn’t even catch him undressing himself.

Chanyeol crawled onto the bed again, floating over you and you soon felt his groin hovering over your entrance.

“You’ve been a really good girl”, he said and kissed you passionately, your arms throwing themselves around his warm bare back so he couldn’t escape. As Chanyeol began straddling his manhood onto you in between the heated kisses, you pulled your knees towards you, using your feet that slid up his legs, to give him better access.

“Someone’s eager”, he lead your arms above your head and pinned you onto the bed by your wrists. “Stay there”, he whispered into your ear and let go of one wrist to line himself up. You could feel the tip of his bulge push against you, in search for your hole. You could not believe how you still wanted him in you so badly after having had an orgasm like that. He was driving you mad.

You took in a deep breath as he entered you slowly. He let out a soft groan as he thrusted into you. He thrusted slowly a few times so you could adapt to the feeling of him filling you up completely.

When he felt he had found a steady rhythm, his hand met your wrist again and he caressed both his palms to yours, intertwining with your fingers. He began planting sloppy and breathy kisses onto your neck as he thrusted into you, taking pleasure in your soft moans that he could hear clearly, now that he was so close to you.

He gradually picked up the pace, the sound of skin hitting skin becoming more apparent and your moans becoming more audible. You tried to kiss Chanyeol but you couldn’t give him more than a peck because of your unsteady breathing.

“Fuck”, Chanyeol cursed and he was hitting all the right spots that he had discovered through your moans. “Oh my god. (y/n). You have no idea how good you feel”.

He was using a lot of force, pumping into you at a steady pace and he could feel the contracting of your walls becoming sharper, squeezing him towards his own rapture. It didn’t take him another three thrusts before you were the first to cry out, encouraging him to ride you out for his own orgasm.

Your entire body was shaking and you were tossing your head on the cushion, moaning loudly. You didn’t even get the time to recover from one of his thrusts before he thrusted into you again, your second climax making you even more sensitive than the first one.

“Fuck baby”, Chanyeol cursed once again and your walls had rigged him so hard, he was able to find his own release. “God, (y/n)”, he groaned and kept thrusting out his own orgasm, arching his own back.

When you both had come down from your high, he allowed himself to drop to the matrass next to you.  You were about to tell him how amazing he was when you were both dumbfounded by the sounds of the festival’s fireworks. Simultaneously, you both turned your heads to face the window and witnessed the lightning art colour the sky.

“Impeccable timing”, you said and Chanyeol swore he heard Baekhyun yell his congrats. In shock, Chanyeol’s eyes searched for the alarm clock on his nightstand and read the fireworks were seven minutes late. He was about to loudly curse Baekhyun for listening in with his wolf-abilities on his first time when you sweetly puckered your lips onto his cheek, holding him down from the anger you weren’t even aware of.

“You were amazing”, you pulled him into your arms and kissed him lovingly. You had fallen for him, hard. From the first lecture till now, you were certain you couldn’t steer clear from him anymore.

->Part 3

Author’s note: I tried lol. Give me advise on this though, I am not good at writing smut, I am way too descriptive sometimes and this actually caused the original piece to turn into porn rather than smut. The original piece was 3500 words so I ain’t posting that.

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get anygirl… 

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU

Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

You whine silently, staring at the thermos flask in front of you which you emptied about an hour ago. No more coffee. How are you going to survive another three hours of studying when you’re out of fuel? You shake your head, taking a deep inhale afterwards. Ah- you remember. What was that thing?

You look beside you, finding a bottle of water that is laying on the table. Where did that- You look at the other students on your table, all looking down at their books and concentrating diligently on the matter they’re studying. The water bottle has a piece of notebook paper slid underneath the plastic label, you notice. Curious, you pick it up and remove it smoothly from underneath. There’s a note on it.

Water works better to battle fatigue than coffee does. Two litres a day keeps your body hydrated and you’ll feel less tired. Fighting!

The note ends with a self-drawn wink emoticon. Who- You peer your eyes over the students at your table, now finding a- Omo. Hot guy at two ‘o clock smiling at me. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, perfect facial structure, charming smile. You quickly look down at the note again, trying to hide yourself from his piercing stare. Is it his note?

You glance up once more to the guy sitting two seats away from you at the opposite side of the table. He’s still smiling at you. Really handsome! The stranger shakes with his own water bottle, hinting that it was him who rolled it at you. He’s kind, too. You bow to thank him but he still doesn’t let his eyes leave you.

You contemplate for a minute whether to reply to his note. Would that be weird? You wonder. You grasp all your courage together to do so anyways, ripping a piece of paper of your note pad.

Thanks, although I doubt water will save me now. Do you happen to have an instant solution?

You crumple the paper up into a ball and roll the ball towards him. Scared to face him as he opens it, you try to focus on the study material in front of you again. Price takers believe or act as if they can sell or buy as much or as little as they want without affecting the price. In effect they act as if prices are independent of their behaviour. You feel a little tick on the side of your head, followed by the sound of a piece of paper dropping on the wooden table. The stranger has folded an airplane out his note, this time.

No. Sorry :(

You sigh slightly, reaching for the bottle of water and taking a few sips. Maybe because you’re too tired and distracted, you decide to reply to the stranger once more, throwing another crumpled up paper ball at him.

Thanks anyways. For the water and for waking me up. Fighting!

Fifteen minutes pass, you’ve advanced a bit in your studying and it seems to be going well. Occasionally, you steal a few glances at the guy who woke you up. You’re not sure if you’ve seen him on campus before. He’s definitely not from your department; you would know if that was the case.

You rest your head on your palm, your elbow leaning on the table. You start reading the next page, your eyes blinking more often than usual. A firm has market power if it finds it profitable to raise price above marginal cost. The ability of a firm… to profitably raise price above marginal cost… depends on the extent… to which consumers… can substitute… to other… handsome guy… at two ‘o clock…

You’re much faster than the first time to regain your composure, spotting the second water bottle that woke you up. Aish! This is so embarrassing. There’s another note slid underneath the label.

There is one way but you might not be up for it…

This wakes you up. If not just for your interest that’s reaching a peak, it’s for the guy you were dreaming about that’s still trying to help you. Excited, you pick up your pencil, scribbling a new message on it.

Really? Tell me!
PS: Be careful, you’re going to run out of water bottles at this rate.

Instead of crumpling the paper up, you now slid it back under the label of the second water bottle, giving it a gentle push to roll it back at him. When you see it hits his arm, you quickly look down at your book again.

You expect another airplane, but alternatively you see the second water bottle rolling against your college book.

Don’t worry. Stole them from my study buddy next to me. He’s got no clue. Admirable concentration that guy has! Bet he doesn’t even need them.
You look great today, despite being tired. Shame of those earrings though, they don’t compliment your beautiful eyes well.

You blink at his message a few times. Especially at the last part. Has he seen me before? You look down at what you’re wearing. Casual chic sapphire dress. Not any different from what you usually wear during summer. Then you think about your earrings. You can hardly remember which ones you’re wearing.

You hear your phone buzzing on the table. You hover your eyes over the display, discovering a new text message from your best friend who’s sitting five seats away from you.

IS THE OH SEHUN SMILING AT YOU? OMG LUCKY GIRL HE’S SO HAWT!!!!

Oh Sehun? You swear you’ve never heard of him before. Or maybe it does ring a bell somewhere in the back of your mind- you’re not entirely sure. Probably your friend has mentioned him to you before, once or twice. Also, what’s with the caps…

Why, who is he?

You hit send.

!!!! OH C’MON HE’S ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR STUDENTS FROM THE MUSIC AND THEATRE ARTS DEPARTMENT. ALL THE GIRLS WANT HIM. 2^ND YEAR STUDENT OH SEHUN??????!!!!!

You nod at the text message, concluding he is one year older than you since you’re still a first year student. Before you even get the chance to type a reply, you get another text from her.

GO GET HIM!!!!!!!!!!

Is it just you, or is she overreacting, you wonder. She’s crazy. You put your phone away in your backpack that is standing next to your chair on the floor, not bothering to reply. So his name is Sehun, hmmm? You tick the wooden table with your nails.

Do my earrings really not suit me? You take them out and observe them up close, dangling them between your fingers. Silver coloured earrings with blue jewels, is it that bad? Maybe the wrong type of blue? You look back at the stranger at two ‘o clock, now identifiable as Sehun. He’s folding another piece of paper. You try to guess what he’s making, but it’s not until it reaches you with a swift throw, that you discover it to be a butterfly. On its wings, you find his new message.

I was right. You’re even prettier without them. What are you studying?

You’re not slacking off; you’re just being honest with yourself. You’re too tired to study and you’re too interested in Sehun to let go of him, so before you realize, you start an entire message exchange with him using crumpled paper balls, each time receiving a response with a new figure he folds; flowers, animals. Hottie seems skilled in origami.

Stealing water bottles from the guy next to you? Bad boy! Economics. You?

I’m elaborately studying how not to enjoy myself. Thank god you’re here. Economics? You must be a very smart girl. Your passion?

No way! I study economics because well… I’m good at it and that’s where the money is, my dad tells me.

So you’re not studying what you love? What would you study, should money not be a burden in your life later on?
PS: What’s your name?

Dancing! I’d go to a dance school.
PS: It’s (y/n). Yours is Sehun, right?

That’s interesting, (y/n). Cute name btw. Yes, I’m Sehun. Which dancing style? Also, pass me your eraser, I can’t find mine.

Street dance and contemporary dance. Sorry, I know it looks childish… But it’s a really great eraser!

How am I supposed to use this? It’s a Panda! It’s too cute to use! I need my own Panda eraser. It’s amazing.

What are you, a girl? Just use it! Start with its feet then. :D

I can’t believe you used his entire butt… If I’m a girl, are you a boy?

His butt is still white, ok? :’) Just shaped a little flat… Also, I’m definitely not a boy. If anything I am at least a man.

It’s not up to you to decide whether you’re a man or a boy, that’s up to the woman… ME!

Oh that’s rude!

Why, want to be the woman again, (y/n)? J

Yes! You be the boy-

Hey, hey, hey. Don’t label me yet. As a woman, you owe it to me to give me the opportunity to prove myself otherwise~

Now how would you do that, Mr. Oh?

That message has been left without reply by Sehun since ten minutes. Did I go overboard by challenging him… or is it because I used his family name? Maybe he doesn’t like me. You rub your temples with your index fingers, staring upwards to the delicate latticed skylight made out of heavy glass.

The college library is impressive. It has been designed as an atrium, with a large open space in the middle where tables occupy the whole of the centre. Surrounding the study room are columns of book stacks, levelling up four tiers that are closed in via balconies which rise to the skylight.

What are you so disappointed about, (y/n). You don’t even like this guy for real. You just think he’s physically attractive, you admit to yourself. That’s all. You roll your eyes, grunting silently. Another two hours before you allow yourself to give up on studying for the day.

You glance back at Sehun, peeping at what he’s doing. He’s texting. Probably found someone more interesting to talk to. You let your head fall onto your notebook, not even realising how hard the guy in front of you has been pitying you. He raises an eyebrow at you, then nudges you.

“You better go home. You need some sleep”, he says. You jerk your head up, shaking it strongly in protest.

“No, two more hours!” You murmur and empty the first water bottle Sehun gave you. The guy in front of you hisses, but you try to ignore him. Come on. You encourage yourself. That’s when you suddenly remember- Hey, didn’t Sehun know a way to keep me awake? You stretch your arms in the air quickly before ripping off one last piece of paper from your note pad.

Whatever it is that can solve my tiredness-problem, I’m up for it. I need it. Desperately!

There goes nothing, you think as you throw the crumpled paper ball at Sehun. You follow the ball with your eyes until it lands in between him and the table. For a moment you think he has to search underneath the table to find it, but as he picks it up, you realize that it was just resting on his crotch.

The second he reads your note, Sehun smirks at it. It leaves you somewhat confused, he had been ignoring you and now he seems happy to be hearing from you. What in the world? You scratch your head.

Unlike his previous answers, this one arrived exactly like yours, in a crumpled up paper ball. Before opening it up, you steal another glance at him. His eyes are fixed on you, barely blinking and accompanied with a grin. Unlike the first time you noticed him watch you, he seems more confident, more familiar, it is hard to point out for you how different it is exactly. You open the note, finding a rather unexpected answer.

Want to take a break? I think we both deserve one. Leave behind your stuff and FOLLOW ME. Maybe you don’t know this yet, but we’re allowed to leave our seats, you know? From the moment one of the librarians notices we’re gone, we have exactly twenty minutes before they think we’ve left and take away our stuff so they can give our seats to someone else. Let’s have a chat!

You hear Sehun stand up from his seat the moment you finish reading his message. For some reason, you’re excited. He seems a lot of fun to be around. You decide not to waste too much time and get up from your chair, witnessing Sehun has already reached the staircase. You run after him, more precisely you speed-walk after him, staying at a safe distance of several meters.

Your nerves are killing you and you’re not sure why. You recall your best friend telling you how all the girls want him and you feel your heart starting to beat faster; it has been a while since you’ve been alone with a stud like him. You’re curious about him. You’ve only had contact over sheets of paper but you would have no idea what he sounds like or how much his personality differs from his origami exchanges. You would compare it to finally getting to meet a guy you’ve been talking to over the internet.  

You trace the fingers of your left hand over the rails of the balcony as you walk beside it, looking down at the study hall from the top floor and spotting your best friend who is making hand gestures from afar. You’re unable to decipher the weird hand movements she’s making, so you look forward at Sehun, who’s walking confidently with his hands stuffed in his front pockets.

Cute ass. Handsome back posture as well. It’s the first time you take the opportunity to observe thoroughly what he is wearing. Brown dress shoes, blue jeans with holes, white shirt. From the back, he certainly gives off the vibe of a man, you remember the conversation you had with him about being a boy or a man.

It seems almost random when Sehun takes a turn and disappears into one of the columns of book cases at his right. You realize you were too busy eyeing his magnificent bum for you to register which column he walked into, so you’re not all that surprised when you suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist and Sehun yanks you into one of the columns.

“Hey Panda-killer babe, it’s here”, Sehun whispers laughingly and loosens his grip on you slightly as he pulls you further into the column.

The columns aren’t very deep nor wide. Maximum two meters wide and ten meters deep, you estimate. Sehun lets go of you once he has gently dragged you to the middle and you trace your eyes over the titles on the books that are displayed.

“What section is this?” You ask, first attempting to figure it out for yourself. You’ve never been on the top floor of the library before. Books on economics are on the second tier.

“Our section”, Sehun replies. You turn around to face him, finding him leaning against the shelves at the end of the column, close to the wall. He beams his brightest smile at you and you comply, strolling to the end of the column and doing the same. It doesn’t really matter which section it is, you’re here to relax, you realize.

“Right”, you say and you go to stand against the shelves opposite to Sehun, your hands squished between the books and your butt as you lean against the shelves yourself. “I hear you’re in the music and theatre arts department?” you ask.

“Someone’s got resourceful friends”, Sehun laughs. “Tell me, what else do your sources say about me?” Usually you aren’t as straightforward, but because of the paper conversations you’ve had with him, you feel self-assured and comfortable around him to be honest with him.

“That you’re hawt and that all the girls want you”, you say fearless, cracking a smile. “That’s about it”. Despite knowing Sehun for an hour, you have faith that this answer will satisfy him. He looks like the type who knows what he’s worth. Overconfident, having a bit of an ego.

“Interesting sources you’ve got. So what about you? How do you perceive that observation from your friend, (y/n)?” You did not expect this answer, or better, this question. You stare in front of yourself, having to think twice before you realise what he’s asking exactly. Is he asking me whether I think he’s hot? Whether I want him?

Your brain freezes. Never before did you transform so fast from confident to shy by the words of a guy. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip, tracing the lines of his salacious body and handsome features with your irises. Your heart beats faster again, this time accompanied by your body which starts to tremble nervously. Ooh fuck he’s so freaking hot, is the only sentence your mind can produce but you’re too scared to say it out loud. Even you realize that, in your mind, you’re sounding desperate for him.

“I’m guessing that means you agree”, Sehun says and pushes himself off the book case behind him. In a split second, you feel his hand cup your cheek and his lips crash onto yours. You’re a bit shocked at first, but soon you follow and close your eyes. His lips move slowly, brushing feather-light kisses on yours, allowing you to tune in on the kiss easily. So soft~ And he smells so good.

Sehun rests the fingertips of his free hand on your waist, caressing it soothingly whilst he deepens the kiss. As he tentatively traces your tongue with his, he lets go of his other hand on your cheek and gently draws a line from behind your ear, down your neck, over your soft spot to the middle of your breasts until his digit reaches the piece of sapphire blue fabric you’re wearing.

You don’t recall kisses to be that- fucking delicious. He tastes so goddamn…- You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and unbeknownst yourself, you increase the speed of the kiss, trying to conquer his tongue lustfully. You let your fingers glide through his hair, allowing the maximum of your senses to be absorbed by him fully; his fragrance, his touch, his kiss, the sound of your hungry kisses, everything. Everything is focused on him, him and you.

You hear Sehun fiddling in the bookshelves with the hand that just ran over your sweet spot. Perfectly in sync with the moment where he pulls out a book from the shelves, he pulls away from you and leans against the wall at the end of the column. You’re dumbfounded on how he brutally stopped the kiss, witnessing him opening the book somewhere in the middle, looking down at it and ignoring you, not uttering a single word.

You’re offended by his strange behaviour and want to lash out on him for playing you like this, but before you can collect the right words in your mind, you hear the sound of high heels clicking. You behold the balcony, discovering one of the female librarians pass by. Instantaneously, your anger disappears. He just has good ears. You wait until the librarian is a few columns further before you mock him about it.

“Scared to get caught?” you tease, seeing Sehun stuff the book into the shelves next to him instead of positioning it back into its original location.

“Less than you are”, he says and tugs you over to him so that he traps you in his arms, your back leaning against his chest. With his knuckles, he starts caressing your waist at both sides, repeating the up and down motion that tranquilizes you. “Aren’t you scared of what this bad- boy can do to you?” he whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse and raw. You realize he’s referring back to your own words earlier on, but coming from his mouth, you know he has assigned a different meaning to it. To magnify his statement, he nips at your earlobe once, followed by his lips that delight the back of your ear. “You asked me how I’d prove I’m a man”. You’re becoming enticingly ensnared by him, closing your eyes, hearing his every breath pass your ear.

He has successfully captivated your mind and thoughts with words and sexual advances for you to become so stimulated that you don’t answer him, so Sehun decides to work you up a little more. “For you, I can be both. A real man- and a bad, very bad boy”, he says. He initiates kisses behind your ear, puckering gentle ones on the same trail down your neck as before. Oh that feels so fucking good. His kisses are deliberately using a hint of saliva, making you quiver each time he moves on to the next spot, the cold air brushing over the wet, exposed skin making you throb.

You let your head fall back and rest on his shoulder, your breath hitching. When he arrives at your soft spot, you let out a low moan, encouraging him to gently tug on the same skin with his teeth, his tongue flicking over the flesh locked in his mouth. Ofttimes, you exhale deeply at the movements of his soft lips, wet tongue and hungry teeth mixed with his knuckles that keep fondling your waist at a steady rhythm. You feel your insides quiver, clamp, relax and then release, guiding the wetness to your folds. In harmony with your body’s reaction, you violently exhale Sehun’s name.

“Sshhhht”, Sehun whispers in your ear to remind you to be quiet and continues on. You’re both still in the library, after all; there are people down there. Temporary, he lets go of one hand on your waist to pull the zipper on the back of your dress downwards, but only slightly. He’s providing himself better access to your neck and shoulders, finding a second soft spot that makes you bite back a moan.

“We should go somewhere else”, you breathe, desiring more of him. For a second, you believe you can take the lead and turn around to kiss him intensely, but Sehun holds you in your place so you can’t move. Alternatively, he grinds his bulge against you as payback, making you lose control over your breathing. He’s extremely hard.

“Open your eyes”, Sehun orders you and you gasp for air when you do. Not only passer-by’s but also people on the other balcony, the one on the opposite side of the library, are able to see you, should one decide to search for a book there. You are experiencing a cocktail of feelings; arousal, desire, fear and anxiousness. He’s having your mind in the gutter.  

“Feel that?”, Sehun asks, his digits now back on both sides of your waist, his index and middle finger slowly lifting your dress up. “It’s called adrenaline”, he whispers and kisses the most sensitive soft spot you have in your neck. “It keeps you awake-”, he says raw and traces his fingers upwards on your thighs. “and can last for hours”, Sehun glides one of his hands over your panties to the centre above your core. “There’s nothing-”, he sinks his hand into your panties without warning and dips two of his fingers between your folds, reaching your clit. “a good fuck can’t fix”, he groans in your ear.

Involuntarily, you release an audible moan and close your eyes again. Sehun uses his free hand to guide your jaw towards him so he can kiss you lustfully, his fingers now hunting for the right rhythm, pressure and movements that will drive you insane. He guides himself by the way he feels you tremble in his chest, how sloppy your kisses become and how the vibration of your breathing increases vigorously.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet” Sehun murmurs. You crave Sehun so badly, you can’t believe you’re unable to subdue your thoughts and are acting with audacity. At this rate, you’re putting your hopes on him to keep an eye out for passer-by’s. You can’t focus on them anymore, you can only focus on Sehun. On you, in you; you need him. What has he done to you? You moan. “You’re so responsive, you’re driving me crazy” he whispers. “The filthy things you make me want to do to you”.

You let out a small cry when he slides his fingers into your core, his thumb taking over the clit work. He thrusts with them at a steady pace, but one that differs from the pace he’s holding over your clit. You arch your back, your head crushing harder into Sehun’s shoulder. You try to hold your moans to a minimum, but by now you’ve given up on trying to withhold from the heavy and unsteady breathing. It is simply impossible.

Sehun grinds his hardness against you once more and you can’t resist letting out a moan. “Sehun” You manage to alleviate it only a bit.

“Yes baby?” he whispers and he starts sucking a hickey on your neck. With his free hand, he now roams over one of your breasts, kneading eagerly. Despite the multitasking, Sehun doesn’t lose track of the rhythm he’s working on your core and clit. You’re growing closer to reach your high by the second, your breathing transitioning to low whines as the new standard. “You want to cum?”

You try to nod but your body is out of your control already, so you try to whine a silent yes in between. When Sehun catches your plea, he increases his speed and tries to deepen his finger-thrusts on you. A few thrusts in and you reach your high. You scar your lip, biting on it to withhold your moans but they partially still manage to escape through your teeth.

Sehun’s grip on you loosens and you turn around, claiming those hungry kisses you’ve been wanting to steal from him before. Maybe out of desire, maybe out of gratitude that you do so, probably both.

“Baby, your ass is perfect”, Sehun says as he lets his hands caress the rounds of your butt cheeks. He traces them down to move under your dress for the second time, this time locking two of his fingers at the sides of your panties, a finger at each side. Gently, he pushes downward until your panties find their own way to the floor of the book column.

You are getting impatient. For some reason you think Sehun’s slacking off and he needs to understand that you’ve only got twenty minutes to recharge, so you decide to use that time wisely. You start fiddling with his jeans, unhooking the button faster than even Sehun would expect you to be able to. He smirks at the eagerness and quickly helps you. If it wasn’t for him being in the library, he would get rid of his pants completely, but he has to make do with the pants hanging loose on his hips and his erection pulled out of his underwear.

Sehun can’t wait to quench your thirst for him and he lifts you by your thighs, fastening you onto his hips. He makes a one hundred and eighty degree turn, locking you in between him and the end of the column wall. He knows time is precious so he doesn’t even seek for your approval, he knows he has it, and lines himself up before thrusting into you hard. You bite on the same bruise on your lip to withhold your moans routinely.

“Fuck, you’re tight”, Sehun groans and starts to move his hips. You try to meet him with yours but that isn’t as easy as you’d expect, squished between both him and the wall. One of your arms rests over his shoulders whilst the other greedily fists his hair. You haven’t been able to take a glance at his length, but you can tell its thick by how you feel your core stretch for him.  

With every thrust, your body adapts to him, allowing him to ease in and out more pleasurably each time. You try to control your breathing, focusing solely on that and one spot below where he leisurely torments you. You’re even too enthralled by all the sensations to realize you both let out a groan at the exact same time.

“Faster”, you plead and Sehun adheres to your request instantly. He thrust deeper, harder, faster and you soon find your mouth on Sehun’s shoulder, hoping to suppress your moans that way. Your entire body feels warm and you try to cling onto Sehun harder. The feeling of fulfilment is mind-boggling.

“You’re so much better. Than I imagined”, Sehun says between thrusts. “Fucking. Good”. “You feel so. Freaking. Good”, he repeats. Your body is wounding tight, craving release. Sehun notices this by how you’re trying everything you can to keep your moans in check so that they’re not too loud, but he’s facing the same problems himself so he forgets to encourage you to keep it down. “You’re. Such. A. good. Girl”.

“Sehun”, you cry silently. It’s another plea.

“I know baby. Hold on just a little longer”, he says and now solely hits all the right spots.

“Please!” you cry once more and a thrust later, you bite on his shoulder. An explosion erupts in you and your groan is still audible despite your efforts. Your walls clench around Sehun and he rides out your high, trying his best not to cry out himself from the perfect pain and pleasure combination you’re giving him. Your body is now being relentless with him, too.

“Ooh, (y/n), fuck!”, Sehun breathes heavily, riding out his own high. He pulls out afterwards, brushing his nose against your face that is still nuzzled into his shoulder. You jerk your head up to face him, his cheeks visibly flushed like you imagine yours to be.

“You did really well”, he compliments you, still holding you up between him and the wall. There’s a certain innocence in your eyes that tempts him to kiss you slowly and passionately. He knows he has been very dominant and rough with you. You might not be in love with him, nevertheless you welcome his kiss wholeheartedly. You agree that it’s a perfect way to end your small adventure.

You pull away slowly, flashing Sehun a smile, when suddenly, you let out a loud scream as you jump off Sehun. Your scream is so loud, that there’s no doubt the three hundred people in the study hall below hear it. At the end of the column, you see a dark, short-haired guy looking at you and Sehun.

Sehun turns around and witnesses the guy run away, then starts laughing.

“What, this isn’t funny”, You panic. “He saw us!”

“Don’t worry, that’s my friend Kyungsoo. He won’t tell anybody”, he assures you and caresses your arm to calm you down.

“You!” You give his chest a lazily push, slightly annoyed that he doesn’t mind as much as you do. You grab your panties, put them on quickly and then start making your way back to your table.

“Hey”, Sehun calls you before you reach the balcony. You turn around, giving him the attention he’s asking for. “I really enjoyed it”, he says softly. You smile. You’ve never dreamed of doing something like this before. You realize that some people might’ve caught you both, but you feel that for once, it was worth it.

“So did I”, you beam back.

“If you want, I’m in search for a new study buddy”, Sehun hints at you.

“Thought you had one? He has lots of water”, you point out.

“Yeah… well… I mean a study buddy for at home?” He tries again.

“I’ll think about it”, you smile and turn on your heel. One minute left. Four tiers down. This is going to be the sprint of a lifetime.  Fighting!

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 8912 words

Warning: Long read, Somewhat angsty, Dork! Chanyeol, five second sex scene that I have not written like I would write smut but more held-back, lots of things happening and after a while you won’t even be able to tell what the biggest problem is. I promise it’ll all make sense later on.

New to the series? Start your adventure here:Prologue(Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need later on.)
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 4

Chanyeol leaned his bum onto the table top of the chestnut brown, wooden desk, allowing him to compromise some of his tallness and spread his legs spaciously for (y/n) to stand in between them. Owing to his long legs, his dress shoes remained settled on the floor, though the idea to wrap them around her legs had emerged from his cerebrum several times. As if holding her waist in his arms was not enough, he wanted to capture her prisoner of love and hold on to her like there was no tomorrow.

He acted as much out of desire for her as out of necessity. Since the day they had intensified their mate-bond, Chanyeol would wake up to minor headaches that disappeared by virtue of a few kisses, hugs and minutes of physical contact, shared with his girl.

He wished for things to be different, but for now he had to make do with sneaking around like teenagers at locations where (y/n) was not supposed to be; empty lecture-hall back offices having the amplest space were at the top of Chanyeol’s preferred list. He felt guilty for urging her to have rendezvous with him like these. Unfortunately, there weren’t many other options considering the dangers of abstinence.

(y/n) didn’t seem too bothered with the situation as he imagined her to be. Be it the back office of a lecture hall for an elaborate make-out session or the janitor’s closet for a quick kiss, she seemed genuinely happy to be with him. She had only complained once, stating she had become unable to focus on the course material during his lectures because he was too attractive in both his looks and voice.

Surreptitiously, Chanyeol had been trying to find a solution to that problem and was planning to put some of those solutions to the test on their next legitimate date. From the get-go, he resolutely reserved illegal college appointments for experiencing and showing his love. He held no wish to squander their limited time together in explaining the process by which information is transmitted from the presynaptic cell to the postsynaptic cell, which change occurs in the postsynaptic cell and whatnot. He just wanted to be close to her. As simple as that. As simple as (y/n) holding onto his white shirt with her small clenched hands, as simple as their kiss. Slow but passionate, contributing to a whole new level of intimacy. It made Chanyeol’s heart do things inexplicable; slow down and skip at the same time.

“Aren’t you a sneaky little thing?” He pulled away unhurried, the tip of his nose brushing over (y/n)’s. Chanyeol opened his eyes to find hers were still closed and smiled at the thought of her enjoying their kisses as much as he did.

“How so?” (y/n) asked, opening her eyes to drown into Chanyeol’s.

“You’ve been holding onto my shirt for less than five minutes and somehow you’ve managed to pull it out of my pants. Go on like that for an hour and I’ll be naked".

“Sorry!” (y/n) laughed and let her head fall in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck to hide her embarrassment, causing her grasp on his shirt to tighten haphazardly. When she noticed, she decided to draw them around his waist instead, capturing him between her arms.

“You’re too cute”, Chanyeol chuckled and gave her a kiss on the head. He rested his chin upon her hairs as he combed through them with his long fingers. “Hey, promise me you’ll stay the night tomorrow?” he whispered, maybe because he was aware those kind of requests were not what one would call taking things slow; it was barely the fifth day he could address her as his girlfriend. Then again, nothing in their relationship was normal. Lecturer-Student relationship, sex after a first non-official date. Rationally, he blamed everything on their magical bond but emotionally, he couldn’t help but blame it on his feelings for her that grew stronger by the minute.

(y/n) nodded silently, then nuzzled her head deeper into Chanyeol’s neck.

“Promise!” Chanyeol requested as he smiled broadly to her response. He had felt her nod but still wanted to hear her say it, just because it would spike his happiness.

(y/n) untangled herself from Chanyeol, staring deep into his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck instead. “I swear on Charles Sherrington’s and Santiago Ramón y Cajal’s graves that I will find an indisputable excuse for when my mom hears me out on why my bed remained unslept on a Friday night”

“Swearing on the founding fathers of neuroscience’s graves. That’s a heavy promise”, Chanyeol said. “Now add the part where you’re going to spend that night with me, and swear it on Otto Loewi’s grave”, he demanded with a smirk.

“Who the hell is that?”, (y/n) burst into laughter, causing Chanyeol to laugh along with her as he explained.

“Module three point two. We saw it yesterday. Neuroscience and behaviour lecture. His frog experiment that won him the Nobel prize?” He remembered how he re-read the third module on Monday afternoon for teaching purposes and how the textbook mentioned the funny details on how Loewi awakened one night with the sudden idea, wrote it down on a note, went back to bed and then woke up unable to read his own note. The next night, Loewi woke up to the same idea and rushed to the laboratory instead.

“Sorry, I can’t recall”, (y/n) shook her head as she tried to regain composure from her laughter. Bad student, Chanyeol thought. You’re ought to read the modules before the lectures. Then again, back in his days he wasn’t any better so he held his tongue. “So Otto Lewis’s grave it is?”

“Otto Loewi”, Chanyeol articulated. “Not Lewis”.

“That’s what I said!”

“No, it’s not”, he shook his head, earning a pout from (y/n). “Fine, for once I’ll do with Otto Lewis, whoever he may have been. He better be worth a lot”, Chanyeol made a mental note to google that name later on.

“I solemnly swear on Otto Louis’s grave I will spend the entire night in your presence”. Chanyeol shook his head, hearing another wrong pronunciation of the name Loewi. She’s never going to get that right, he sighed to himself, and hoped she’d get it right in writing.

“Ah, we got a lot of work to do”, Chanyeol pulled her close to him again, wrapping her in a tight hug.

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There were many perks to a small town. Even more to a small town with mainly supernatural inhabitants that had impeccable hearing skills. The alpha’s long howl was audible for the entire pack throughout the town. As each family contained at least one wolf, information could be passed on quickly, allowing emergency gatherings to be organised last-minute.

It was to say the least unusual that they had requested all adults to gather in the barn. In fact, it was the first time this ever happened, as far as Chanyeol could recall. All non-adults were requested to gather in the Main mansion or to be brought there by their parents for babysit arranged just in the nick of time for the meeting, whilst the adults fidgeted to find a good spot beside their preferred groups of friends or family.

This was what a real pack looked like. Not small groups of ten or twenty people, but an entire legacy of people, most descendant from one same wolf that existed a thousand years ago. Taking into account not only the wolves but also all mates, be them wolves, witches or humans and large groups of lost pack-members killed at devastating battles throughout history, two hundred would be the more accurate number.

For a wolf pack, this was not an exceptionally large number. South Korea had three big wolf packs, according to Chanyeol’s knowledge, and one of them was rumoured to have at least double the amount of members. As for the biggest one known? Russia, apparently, rumoured to have a pack consisting out of no less than a thousand members.

There were also smaller wolf packs, but they were in the vast minority compared to the large ones. The only way to create a new pack is for one to become an omega and start a new pack from one’s offspring. Wolves, being herd animals, however, rarely left their pack, the only frequent recurring exception being when one found their mate in another pack. This would cause a non-wolf member of the pack to move to the wolf’s pack, and if both were wolves, the one with the smallest pack would move to the bigger pack.

To manage such large groups, most alpha’s opted for having their own advisory board or council, much like mundane politics. Every six years, adult members of Chanyeol’s pack could vote on who they preferred to be on the board, the only difference being that there was no political war nor contestants or advertisement to endorse people. People just chose who they deemed fit for the position. Last time, it had caused Chanyeol headaches, not knowing if he’d vote for his mom or his dad. Unable to make a decision, he ended up flipping a coin when he was in front of the ballot and to his luck, both his parents made it onto the board.

The lucky one, or maybe unfortunate one, - Chanyeol could never tell if it was a blessing-, to be the alpha of their enormous group? Joonmyeon’s father Kim Yongha. He had become their alpha after killing their previous one, a result of a policy which stated that alpha’s should be killed when they reach the age of eighty. Enough reasons not to sign up for becoming the next himself, Chanyeol thought as he tried to squirm himself through the huge amount of inhabitants with a can of beer at hand, looking for his friends. Thanks to his wolf abilities, he had found them quickly.

“We saved you a seat”, Jongin patted on the square straw bale next to him. As usual, it was the young adults that secured the spots to sit on. Chanyeol plopped down on the bale, taking another sip from his drink.

“You’re late. You were calling (y/n)?”. Minseok, who was sitting behind him on the straw bale, hovered his head between Jongin and Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“I’m not late. It hasn’t even started yet”.

“You’re avoiding the question. How is the absence sickness?” Minseok asked instead.

“Slight headaches in the morning but we’re making up for that tomorrow”, Chanyeol tried to stay cool about it. He wasn’t going to tell them how he would sneak (y/n) into places she was not supposed to be at, at College, for make-out sessions. His friends were well aware of their Lecture-Student relationship and providing them with such details would just feed their dirty imaginations. Chanyeol knew some of them could not help but think of their statuses as some sort of fetish in the bedroom.

“Oooooooh. Huge fireworks tomorrow night”, Jongin laughed and Chanyeol gave him a dead glare, remembering how he still had to kill Baekhyun for timing the festival’s fireworks to the minute he found ‘his release’. He turned to look behind him, finding Baekhyun playing a game of cards with Kyungsoo, then back in front of him to the wolf pack. Maybe now was not the right time to do so

“Your parents really didn’t tell you anything?” Minseok figured it’d be best to switch subjects.

“They didn’t”, Chanyeol shook his head, sipping from the can once more and looking in front of him to the huge crowd that had gathered.

“That’s curious. Your parents tell you everything”, Jongin pointed out.

“We don’t have a witch in the family to do privacy spells and with an entire town full of supernatural hearing wolves who could pass by our house and overhear everything, that can mean only one of two things. Either they’ve got no clue what’s going on, or something bad is happening”, Chanyeol said, assuming that if his parents withheld information from him, it’d be not to cause panic in the entire town.

“I guess we’re ought to find out now, aren’t we?” Minseok nodded. “This is what the meeting’s for, right?”

“I guess. I don’t see why else”, Jongin agreed.

From the looks of it, their group was not the only one who had been left guessing on what the fuzz was about. Many of the pack members seemed confused, turning the entire event in a bring-your-own-booze festivity. Some believed that this assembly meant exceptionally good news, reason enough to start the party early and drink away, whilst others suspected bad news, also reason enough to get a head start on the alcohol. Compared to others, Chanyeol conveyed the impression of a good boy with his plain beer.

Although it was not in Chanyeol’s hearing focus, he noticed immediately the sound of a candle that was blown out, hinting the board had finished their private pre-discussion. He was not the only one, as everyone suddenly fell silent and turned their heads into the direction of the board members that marched inside the barn, the alpha in their middle.

The board members spread to stand with their families, Chanyeol’s dad joining Yoora. His mom did not seem to be present. Maybe she’s on babysit-duty, Chanyeol thought. Their alpha, Joonmyeon’s dad, however, secured a place in the middle of the barn.

“May I have your attention please”, he broke the silence and raised his voice so that even non-wolf pack members could hear him clearly. Chanyeol could barely see Yongha as he did not stand on a platform or foundation to stick out from the crowd. “First of all, I’d like to express my extreme gratitude for everyone who without doubt had other important matters to attend to and had to abandon those responsibilities in order to join us for this emergency announcement”. Damn, he always blows things up as if we all live extremely busy lives. I was just calling (y/n), Chanyeol thought. Loosen up, alpha.

“As many of you have gathered, this meeting covers our official statement concerning all the reports of strange mundane behaviour, we have been fortunate to receive from many of you”. You make it sound like it’s a good thing, Chanyeol remembered how he first informed his parents of the bizarre demeanours.

“I, your alpha, and the board would like to express our apologies for the investigation to have taken so long since it was not a frivolous matter to investigate as we have done many in the past. You see… it appears that our town, our inhabitants, we, you, are being watched. We are being observed by none other than the South Korean government as a result of an unresolved incident that took place mid-August. I, and the board, we fear we have been discovered as wolves and that we are being threatened to be either massacred or turned into living experiments”. High-pitched deep inhales could be heard from mainly women, fright striking them. Human mates clung onto their wolf partners in search for protection. In Chanyeol’s group of friends, calmness remained. They knew their alpha would not provide them this information without offering a solution.

“From the information we have been able to gather, the government is checking with the army to invade our town. We have examined our options and concluded that moving our entire pack is not one of them. Finding a new home will not settle the issue and neither will many of you be willing to leave behind all the memories that have been created here. This town is too precious to all of us. This is our home”, people nodded in agreement. “We have contacted our ally-packs to request help in resolving this matter and following the code, there will be no blood-shed. We are kind-hearted and we are proud of that. We will not harm any South Korean citizen, even if they pose a threat to us, just because they have been requested to carry out a task. Is that clear?”

“Clear”, all wolves shouted in unison. Some Yes’s could be heard, uttered by the human mates who had no idea how to respond to the alpha. Despite being threatened, there was a gargantuan feeling of solidarity.

“We are no vampires or sirens, but for now a massive human brainwash is our only option. Starting tomorrow we will be providing temporary housing for witches from other packs and together with our witches, we are certain that we will find a human way for them to forget everything they know. In addition to this, the board has decided to implement some additional rules for you to follow until a vast plan of action is decided. Note that these rules apply with immediate effect. Rule number one. No-one, no single exception, will take on their wolf-form until further notice. Not in our town, not in our woods, nowhere! Remember that you could be followed as an individual”. We can hear when they’re nearby, Chanyeol thought, but was immediately shook when the alpha raised his voice as if it was aimed at his thoughts. “NO EXCUSES. Equal goes for the witches under us. No magical activities shall take place without permission of the board”.

“Second rule. Nobody leaves town without permission. Right now we have no estimation on when they are planning to invade our town and we want to make sure that when they do, we are at our strongest, should we have no concrete plan of action yet. For that, we need everyone present. We are betting our luck that they have not figured out the majority of our abilities and the presence of witches and we will most certainly make use of that advantage in case of need. The only approved exception for now, concerns our children who may leave for school in groups. As customary, a bus will leave in the morning to drop the children at school and will pick them up. University students, employees and self-employed adults stay here. For those in need of proof of illness, Doctor Oh will help you with that”.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened. He was not allowed to leave town anymore? He was not allowed to go to College for his lectures? He was not allowed to go see his mate?! No, they had to make an exception for him. He would become useless if he couldn’t see his mate. He’d get absence sickness. They would understand that he couldn’t ask a human mate to move in with him after a few weeks, right?! How was he supposed to explain to his mate that he was fit enough to see her in his town, but not to lecture?

“Additional questions?” Yongha shouted.

“What was the incident?” Chanyeol recognized Jaemin, one of the wolf students he had over the summer, his father speak up. “The incident… you mentioned it was caused by an unresolved incident”, he swallowed deeply, fearing he was not allowed to ask that question. Yongha sighed, emotional pain visible in his eyes.

“It was a wolf… A wolf who killed a twenty-two-year-old male college student in our woods”, he responded, not raising his voice anymore. He was in deep thoughts with the boy and his family. “Apparently, similar incidents have happened across Seoul since that day. Many… serial killers… make their first victim close to home and that’s why they chose to keep a close eye on us. Most probably, we are falsely being accused for murder”.

Grief covered the entire barn. One would think that in a supernatural world, homicide was a regular occurring thing. Part of that may be true, but this did not apply for wolf packs. Wolves were love-hung, kind-hearted, compassionate creatures. To them, murder was unforgivably horrendous and happened scarcely ever, which only raised more questions as to which rogue wolf would turn serial killer.

“You boys stay in the Main mansion”, Chanyeol’s father was suddenly standing next to him and his friends. “We don’t want an empty house for them to prepare their last ammunition or… whatever. I imagine you’re all going to spend a lot of time together anyways, with the town-arrest. You might as well live together. Better make a party of it, but don’t get drunk”

“You sound like we’re counting our last days, Papa Chanyeol”, Yixing pointed out. “What’s the use of partying if we can’t get drunk?”

“You can have fun without. Besides, I don’t want to see you drunk. You already look like you’re on weed half of the time; I don’t want to see the combo”.

“You should!” Jongdae laughed. “I swear it’s worth it!”

“I don’t take anything!” Yixing defended.

“If I thought you did, I wouldn’t have mentioned it so casually. Relax”. Chanyeol’s dad then turned to his son, who had become exceptionally quiet. “Hey, what’s wrong? We’re going to get through this, promise”, he flashed his son a small smile.

Chanyeol sighed deeply. “The plan isn’t remarkably promising, is it?” His dad took a seat next to his son on the straw bale, giving him a few pats on his back.

“There are still many things to sort out first, with the arrival of other pack’s witches”, his father nodded. “I know that’s not reassuring but our pack has survived worse throughout history. You read our history books, you should know. Besides, they’ve been watching us for weeks already. I’m certain we’ll have a waterproof plan before they invade. What happened to my ever so optimistic Chanyeol?”

“It’s just a really bad timing”, Chanyeol traced his fingers through his hair, then scratched his jaw nervously.

“If there’s anything I can do for you”, his dad gave him a few more pats on the back.

“Dad”, Chanyeol looked up to face his dad for the first time, his eyes twinkling in a begging sadness. “I need an allowance to go to college. You can give me that, right?”, he asked. His dad was going to give him at least that much, right? Considering his situation.

“Son, you know I’m really proud of you? You’ve grown up a lot and you feel responsible to teach those bachelor students, but you don’t have to feel guilty about this. Just stay home”.

“Pa, you don’t understand-”,

“Of course I do. Your mom and I are closing our businesses as well. It’s just temporary. You can work on your thesis instead and like that, your time won’t go-”

“No no no, dad”, Chanyeol cut him off, slightly panicking and shaking his hands in front of him to show his disagreement. “You really don’t understand. I need…”, he felt a bit shy to say it and lowered his head to watch the straw-covered floor. “I need… skinship”, his heart skipped a beat when he uttered the last word.

“You need what?”, his dad raised an eyebrow. He had never heard of the term before. Despite being a cool dad, engaging in music and having his own bar, he was not up to date on the present-day slang words used by the youthful adults.

“You know…”, Chanyeol exhaled deeply, having to go in detail. “Touching… kissing- I have a mate!”, he blurted it out. Although it had been no secret to his friends, the friends of his friends and his sister, his parents had no clue on the recent developments in Chanyeol’s love life.

“You found your mate?” Chanyeol’s dad’s face lit up, excited. “Why haven’t I met her yet? She works at your college?” He bombarded his son with questions. “Why didn’t you tell us? What’s her name? What’s she like? How far-”

“Dad!” Chanyeol interrupted him, stomping his feet. “Stop! She’s one of my students, alright?” Chanyeol’s frustration had caused not only his friends, but also some of the people standing in the barn, to shift their focus onto him. Great, just great, Chanyeol thought. Now everyone knows I’m screwing one of my students. Could this day get any worse?

“Eh”, his dad wasn’t sure what to respond. “Well…”, he looked around discovering various eyes on him, awaiting his response, and concluded he had to handle the situation as mature as possible. “That’s… unfortunate”.

Oh, really? Chanyeol judged his father’s observation and was boiling inside as a result from all the unwanted attention he was getting. On the outside, he tried to remain calm as his father contemplated on what to say.

“I admit I’m not a fan of those kind or relationships, but if she’s your mate, I have no doubt that what you’re both feeling is pure and I fully support you”.

“My husband was married when I was hired by his pregnant wife as their cleaning lady and at first, we had an affair for-”, an elder woman started telling her unfortunate wolf love-story to the people around her, causing others to turn their heads into another direction.

“Alright Grandma. Everyone knows that story”, her granddaughter interrupted her and tried to calm her down. Chanyeol chuckled. He wasn’t the only one who had overstepped boundaries.

“Listen, son, I’m not the one who can grant you permission to leave town, only Yongha can. I’ll need some details on how advanced your relationship with this girl is but we’ll do that at home, ok?”

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Chanyeol was being Chanyeol. There was no other way to explain or bring into words the idiocy of the situation. When he was in his element, he did not hold back the dork within him. He was the type to get over-excited over the most foolish things and go all-in whenever an opportunity rose for him to act like a buffoon. He should’ve worked in the entertainment industry.

Chanyeol was testing one of the solutions he had come up with to handle the attractiveness-problem. He knew the solution he was to test first, was going to flunk terribly, but he still wanted to see how far he could go with his stupidity for (y/n) to handle. Quite frankly, he needed this. He needed this to take his mind off his other problems. Whilst the witches were searching for a solution to the army-threat and he was waiting for permission to leave town, life went on, and he still had some conquering to do. He had to get his girl to become as comfortable as possible with him before he’d break to her about being a wolf.

The ceiling of his room was decorated with a bunch of helium-filled balloons in an expanded diversity of colours, one of his new preferred objects; the green ones being his absolute favourite. Dressed in nothing less than a ridiculous white-pink rabbit-onesie, (y/n) stared at him with mouth agape as she watched him jump up to try and catch hold of one of the wires that hung loose from the balloons.

“And you also said my voice was too attractive”, Chanyeol grinned and untangled the wire from the balloon he had caught, guiding the mouthpiece to his lips and inhaling deeply from the inflated material. “So, Otto Loewi”, he sounded like a chipmunk. (y/n) let herself fall onto her back, on the bed, from laughter. Her tears were evident in her eyes. She hit Chanyeol’s giant Rilakkuma several times with her palm, unable to restrain herself from rolling in the aisles. When she finally started to regain her composure, Chanyeol inhaled from the balloon once more.

“He won the Nobel prize for his frog experiment that-”, he couldn’t finish his sentence before he found his girlfriend bursting into laughter again, holding onto Rilakkuma for support to stay seated.

“Grant the frog some attention, princess”, Chanyeol said in his normal voice after (y/n) stopped snorting, leaning his hand on his hip impatiently but looking amused himself.

“I thought you were a bunny, not a frog”, (y/n) wiped away her tears.

“Oh no, I am a frog”, Chanyeol inhaled what was left of helium in the balloon. He then crouched down, his hands flat on the floor between his knees, pretending to be one. “Kiss me, princess”.

“Ieuw yuk”, (y/n) giggled.

“Kiss me kiss me kiss me”, Chanyeol demanded, still in his high-pitched helium voice, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.

“No, gross!” He had a cushion thrown to his head.

“If the princess doesn’t kiss the frog, how can he ever turn in a prince huh?” Chanyeol pouted, back with his normal, deep voice.

“Never!”

“I guess the frog will have to take the initiative then”, Chanyeol jumped towards (y/n) in his frog posture. When he reached the bed, (y/n) jumped off it quickly, trying to run. A one-minute chase later however, Chanyeol had managed to corner her, locking her in against a wall, sitting down.

(y/n) pretended as if she found him disgusting as his lips got closer to hers, pinching her eyes fearful and trying to pull away further against the wall. Chanyeol gave her a slow kiss, lingering onto her lips for a few seconds before he pulled away and she opened her eyes.

“Ya! Why are you still a frog?”, she played along and raised her voice at him, finding him in his frog position still.

“Because it’s you who has to do it!”, Chanyeol defended. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it? Just kiss me already”. Still acting as if she was disgusted by the frog, (y/n) gave him a hasty peck.

“See. You’re still a frog! Hopeless case! You’re just a frog”, she complained.

“Aren’t you the most impatient princess ever? Magic takes time! It won’t work with such a quick kiss. Do it properly!” (y/n) eyed Chanyeol out of disbelief. He could imagine her thoughts. How was this her lecturer? How was this her boyfriend? Nevertheless, a few seconds later she complied and leaned in, swinging her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer for a deep, sweet kiss. She can definitely handle the idiot within me, Chanyeol thought, no, she loves the idiot within me. He leaned forward so his knees sank to the ground as she kissed him, transforming from a frog into a prince.

“Where’s my prince? All I see is a man-child”, (y/n) pouted.

“What?” Chanyeol’s eyes grew wide. “You don’t like me?”

“Give me back the frog. I liked him better”.

“Ya! You’re really a rude princess!” Chanyeol shouted at (y/n). There was a short moment of silence before (y/n) finally spoke, sticking her lip out.

“How is it that I find this bunny-with-a-chipmunk-voice-pretending-to-be-frog person so charming?” The comment made Chanyeol’s face lit up.

“Because you like meeeeeeee!” He sang happily.

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(y/n)’s nails pinched into Chanyeol’s back as she held on to him closely, her heavy breaths aligned perfectly to Chanyeol’s movements. With the same frequency, his mind flooded with the thoughts of how much he loved this girl he was being intimate with, how he wanted to be even closer to her. He sank his lips to her neck, planting kisses at her most sensitive spots which caused some moans to escape from (y/n)’s lips.

Getting a kick out of (y/n)’s sonority, Chanyeol continued leaving pecks in her neck when all of a sudden, he felt an excruciating pain in his mouth. His wolf fangs were forcing their way out beyond the bounds of his will. He had the begrudging need to mark her as his mate and tried to force his fangs back in but the more he tried, the more his body retaliated. He felt his chartreuse yellow eyes rise to the surface, too and he knew he would not be able to hold back if he didn’t get out of bed soon.

“Sorry”, Chanyeol quickly shot up from the bed and ran towards the bathroom, smacking the door closed with a loud bang after he entered. Hastily, he locked the door, switched on the lights and observed himself in the mirror. His fangs had come out completely. Touching one gently with his index finger, he tried to use his wolf-powers to suck them back in, without result.

He let the tab water run, splashing some of the cold water in his face in hopes of his wolf eyes and canine teeth disappearing, but nothing he did have any effect.

“Chanyeol, are you ok?” he heard (y/n) knocking silently on the door, concerned.

“I-” He tried to think of an excuse. “Eh- I’ve got something in my eye. It stings”, he made up through his fangs.

“I can have a look. Maybe there’s something in it”, (y/n) offered but Chanyeol was quick to refuse her help.

“No, it’s ok. I get this more often”, he lied.

“You should let a doctor check that. Wash it out with some water”, she advised him.

“Yeah I will. You go back to bed already, I’ll join you once I’m done”, Chanyeol assured her.

“Oh, ok”. He heard she was disappointed for not being allowed to help whilst she strolled back to the bed.

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Chanyeol opened the door to Soo’s coffee House, gesturing for (y/n) to walk inside first as he held the door open for her. He was in real gentleman mode today, contradictory to his squirrelly behaviour of the night before. It was a tee bit of an interesting paradox as to which Chanyeol would surface for his girlfriend. Sometimes it’d be the dorky one, mostly the sweet one, but either were equally adorable and lovable and he never failed to make his girl smile when he was around.

(y/n) stood still in the opening, waiting for Chanyeol to follow her inside and guide her further as she admired the place’s interior. Brick walls, fireplace, dark wooden tables and chairs, Bordeaux and beige couches. It screamed the perception of being home. No wonder Chanyeol promised it to be one of the most interesting places in town. He had just given her a tour around town, a two hour walk, Soo’s coffee house being the final stop.

They weren’t the only customers. In a corner close to the bar, an elder man was sitting. Spread at the table section, there were a few others enjoying their coffee, each of them entirely alone. With everything that was going on, many had to take some time to clear their thoughts, Chanyeol thought.

He slid his hand to hold (y/n)’s waist, guiding her towards a Bordeaux couch at the fireplace. As they both took a seat, Chanyeol quickly grasped something what looked like a thick but not too heavy medieval book from the coffee table in front of them.

“Ladies first”, he handed it over to (y/n) who kindly took it from Chanyeol’s hands and stared at the cover before opening it. It was made out of leather and had an old flap binding. From the sides, you could spot that if not real, the parchment inside was an exact replica of the animal membrane. “It’s the menu”, Chanyeol explained. “The first four pages are the menu and all the rest are, or used to be blank pages in which people can write with those feathers”, he pointed back at the coffee table that had three small jars of ink and two feather quill pens, one with a white feather and one with a Persian blue feather.

Curious, (y/n) opened the book in the middle and flipped through the pages, looking for the last piece of text someone left. To her surprise however, the writings were spread throughout the entire book, leaving open pages in between. “Ah yes, people write on random pages so you can’t tell which one someone wrote. They’re scared someone would check after them”, Chanyeol leaned over her shoulder to read along.

“She seems scared”, (y/n) said, hazarding a wild guess that the note she landed on was written by a female. The handwriting was very neat and elegant.

“It’s part of the concept. You can come in here and write your thoughts. If you’re scared, if you’re depressed or frustrated. Seldom, you will find a happy writing in those books. Most people use metaphors throughout their entire writing so people can’t tell what’s really going on but when you read through them, you can feel the emotion and you know you’re not alone. If there’s one coffee house where you’re not judged for coming in alone, it’s this one”, Chanyeol said.

“You wrote in these books too?”, (y/n) asked, lifting her head to the ceilings as she noticed that there was also very relaxing and lyricless music playing in the background.

“Sure. In several of them. Maybe one day you can tell which one is my handwriting and you can hunt through all the books looking for my entries, hmm?” He didn’t mind that much. Before she was going to be able to tell which one was his, he’d have a stable relationship with her without wolf-secrets. Part of him hoped that one day, she’d read his memo’s about his worries concerning her and she’d fall in love with him all over again.

“I like this place. I’m going to come here more often”, (y/n) flipped to the first pages and scanned the menu. “I think I’m going to go for the milk-tea-flavoured bubble tea”, she nodded after going through the options again.

“No coffee?”, Chanyeol frowned. “Kyungsoo has the best coffee you’ve ever ta-”

“And I believe you”, (y/n) stopped him. “But I’m a tea person”, she flashed a smile at him.

“Please tell me you’re not like my friend Sehun who’s obsessed with bubble tea”, Chanyeol pouted.

“Haha, no”. Chanyeol got up from the couch.

“I’ll go make the order. Also part of the concept… My friend Kyungsoo doesn’t want to disturb anyone so if you need anything, you have to go to the bar. Be back in a jiffy, ok?” he asked and (y/n) nodded.

“Double espresso with little milk, no sugar and a milk-tea-flavoured bubble tea?” Kyungsoo asked when Chanyeol arrived at the bar. He was a regular customer and Kyungsoo knew by heart his order. As for (y/n)’s, he heard using his wolf abilities.

“Exactly”, Chanyeol leaned his elbows on the bar, waiting patiently.

“She’s cute. Wish we got to spend some time together to get to know her, too”, Kyungsoo started working on the bubble tea.

“I’m waiting to meet Miss. D.O. as well. When is she coming along?”

“I don’t know. Five years from now?”

“Let’s hope not”, Chanyeol turned his head back to steal a glance at (y/n) who had started making her very own first entry in one of the menu’s. “Hey, would you happen to know what factor activates the involuntary need to mark one’s mate?” he then asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” Kyungsoo poured syrup on the black boiled tapioca pearls. “Wait”, he realised and put down the syrup. “Are you there already? Was that what I heard yesterday? When she was asking if you were alright?”

“This growing onto your human mate thing is becoming difficult. First she’s my student, second I meet her during mating season and now I can barely touch her without feeling the need to mark her. Someone up there must be finding a lot of joy in giving me a hard time”, Chanyeol sighed.

“I’m convinced that’s not the case”, Kyungsoo consoled him. “I’d switch places with you pronto to have my mate”, he explained. “Anyhow, I think it has to do something with the mate herself. My mom always told me that when this happened to dad, she was ready to be marked and wanted to be marked. I’m not sure it’s the same for human mates. It rarely happens for them”.

“I haven’t even explained mine the concept of marking, how would she be ready for it?”

“It’s possible if she’s deeply in love with you”, Chanyeol heard a man sitting in a corner whisper. The grey-haired, older wolf had been eavesdropping on them. “Maybe you should consider telling her that you’re a wolf. I’m certain she can take it”, he kept reading his newspaper as if he wasn’t talking.

“How is it that I’ve known from the start this moment would arrive and I haven’t spared a single second to think about how I’m going to tell her?” Chanyeol cursed himself and ran his hand through his hair.

“One piece of advice”, the older man whispered back. “Don’t transform in front of her. Not until she has gotten used to the idea of you being a wolf. You can show off your eyes but don’t turn completely until she’s gotten comfortable with the idea. For humans, it’s a scary experience at first”. Not that transforming was allowed at the moment, Chanyeol thought. Nevertheless, it was good advice to begin with.

“You know what they say, Chanyeol”, Kyungsoo encouraged him. “If you’re destined mates, you will find the perfect way to convey the message”, he shoved the bubble tea and coffee to Chanyeol. “There you go”.

“Thanks”. Chanyeol turned around and looked at the old man with his newspaper, whispering another thanks to him as well, resuming his walk back to the Bordeaux couch where (y/n) was sitting.

“Here you go”, he handed the bubble tea over to her and she gave him a quick kiss to thank him. She placed the menu back on the coffee table.

“The ink dries fast”, she pointed out. Yeah, because the witches spelled all the goddamn books, Chanyeol remembered.

“Lucky you. Wait until I’m sitting here to correct your exam papers. I’ll find your entry straightaway”, he scoffed.

“There’s no name on those, only student numbers”, (y/n) reminded him. “Anti-discrimination policy”.

“What makes you think I don’t know yours by heart?”, he teased back.

“You’re not being fair!”, her tone sounded disappointed but she smiled. “You weren’t planning on giving me straight A’s were you? If I deserve an F, I want an F”.

“I swear I wasn’t. And why would you think you’re going to fail? This girl… You complained you couldn’t pay attention to my teaching and when I came up with a working solution, it appeared you had studied by yourself last Thursday evening. You don’t even need to come to my lectures…” Chanyeol made a long face.

(y/n) placed her bubble tea on the coffee table and turned ninety degrees so she could lay with her head in Chanyeol’s lap. “I wouldn’t want to miss those for the world”, she assured him. Chanyeol held on to one of her hands, running his thumb in circles over her hand’s back.

“I don’t want to go home”, she suddenly wailed. “I want to stay here with you”, she nestled her head against Chanyeol’s abs.

“It’s already close to noon. Your mom is going to get worried”, Chanyeol didn’t like the idea of parting ways either but tried to stay rational. In his town, their relationship was well known, but outside, it had to stay a huge secret. She couldn’t go home and tell she had found herself a boyfriend.

“She doesn’t get worried, only angry”, (y/n) corrected him. Chanyeol looked down at his girlfriend with her head resting on his thighs, her eyes closed. She was snuggling close to him as if she was looking for comfort from experiencing a nightmare.

“Hey”, Chanyeol asked silently. “Your mom… You mentioned she was very strict. She-”, he paused a second, scared to ask. “She doesn’t beat you up, does she?” (y/n)’s eyes shot open and she lifted herself from his lap.

“She used to”, she admitted silently, but immediately defended her. “Only a little! And it hasn’t happened in years anymore, I do everything she asks me to!” Chanyeol’s eyes grew wide, staring at her in disbelief. Was she telling him that it was alright?

“This is a serious matter. Why didn’t you tell me before? What would happen if you don’t follow her orders, would she still get physical?” He asked worried.

“I don’t know”, she looked down, not willing to face Chanyeol as she answered.

“Ok, now you’re lying to me”, Chanyeol read her. “Was that why you didn’t pick up last Wednesday? I couldn’t reach you the entire evening. What happened that day?!” He was connecting dots and determined to get to the bottom of it.

“Nothing”, (y/n) responded, slightly panicking. “Like I said, I fell asleep early”.

“Stop feeding me lies”, Chanyeol raised his voice. He was losing control over himself because he was concerned and cared deeply for her.

“Chanyeol, stop. You’re making her uncomfortable. She’s not ready to tell you this”, Chanyeol growled when he heard Kyungsoo whisper those words to him from the bar. “If you keep this up, she’s going to distance herself from you and you’ll both be worse off”.

“I swear, nothing happened. You can check. I’ve got no bruises or cuts or anything”, she stuck out her arms. “You would’ve noticed yesterday”. Chanyeol reminisced about the night before, how he had traced his fingers over her entire skin. She was right. He would have noticed.

“Promise me you’ll come to me when this kind of thing happens”, he begged instead, taking hold of her hands in his.

“Yeol-ah”, she asked with a low voice as her eyes twinkled. “I have to tell you something. Can you promise me you won’t get mad?”

“Of course”, he raised one of her hands to his lips, giving it a kiss.

“My mom wants me to marry Hae-Won”, she confessed. “I know I’m your girlfriend but I have to go on another date with him tonight”. Chanyeol’s mind turned blank. It took him a few seconds to process the information, causing him to lose control over his temper when it finally hit him.

“Hae-Won?! That annoying latecomer who hangs around you the entire time during my lectures?”, Chanyeol’s voice rose through the roof again.

“Chanyeol! You promised not to get mad”, (y/n) pouted. “It’s just to meet in the middle. That way my mom stays happy and I can still sneak out to see you without her getting suspicious”.

“You’re saying you have to date him to date me?”, Chanyeol asked, tears bottling up in his eyes.

“I promise you, I’m not marrying him. Not ever. Never ever. I want to be with you”, she held her hand to cup Chanyeol’s cheek.

“You’re asking me to trust you on this, aren’t you?” It hurt him. It hurt him badly that she was asking him for permission to do so and that she was driving him to say it was ok, even though it’d be against his will.

“Please? Things are complicated enough already. Just for now”, she implored. Chanyeol leaned in to kiss her. He did not want to speak the words she had requested him to, so he decided to grant her his promise with the touch of his lips.

“I hate your mom”, he said as he pulled away.

“So do I”, (y/n) climbed over him to sit on his lap, throwing her arms to hold his neck and pull him in for another desperate kiss.  

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Chanyeol’s big paws ran over the forest terrain, hard ground, dried leaves and log roots at an incredible high speed. He was not conserving his energy, reaching his top speed. Like his human form, he was also slightly taller than others in his wolf form. He was a grey wolf, one of few who had the same shade of fur as the name carried; soft, warm, dense, fluffy and grey. He had a broad snout, narrow chest but a longer tail that swung behind him with every movement of his build, together with dainty, small and slightly triangular ears. Needless to say, he looked graceful.

Whilst he ran, he kept his head at the same level as his back, looking in front of him with his sparkling, chartreuse eyes that distinguished him from non-magical grey wolves. The moonlight reflected on his fur and his wolf-irises made it possible for him to identify and jump over every hindrance that came his way.

He was breaking the entire set of new rules that had been set up by his alpha at once. Running in his wolf-form, having left town. He had pondered for a long time before deciding to do so, but after crying intensely for hours, he decided to take his chances to blow off some steam.

It was becoming too much for him to administer. A threat to his town and pack, his girlfriend that was facing an arranged marriage, the possibility he wasn’t allowed to go to College and see her, him not being able to get too intimate with her anymore due to unwillingly having the need to mark her and the pressure of finding a way to confess to her that he was in fact, a wolf. How did it progress to this?

Chanyeol stopped running when he reached the edge of a cliff that provided him with a beautiful scenery of Seoul at night. His mouth slightly agape, his tongue stuck out a little, teeth becoming apparent as he breathed heavily from the effort. It had been a while since he had run that fast, yearning to run away from his problems even if it were just temporary and literally.

After recovering from the pressing lack of air, he jerked his head up to face the sky and let out a long loud howl, increasing his pitch gradually until he had raised close to an entire octave from his initial mournful note. With every centilitre of air that escaped from his lungs past his oesophagus, relief washed over him and soon he found himself panting for air once more.

If it hadn’t been for the sudden cracking sonance of leaves behind him, he would’ve never considered the possibility he wasn’t alone. Alarming, he turned around into the direction of the sound, panicking as he sought the source. How could it have been so close? He should’ve heard something earlier. He should be able to smell its presence. All his senses were failing him. He ran his eyes through the tree trunks, back and forth. His heart started to race and his breathing became unstable. What was happening? Why could he not trace the sound again?

Golden. Bright golden. Bright, golden eyes suddenly met his from afar, holding his stare. It was puncturing, sucking out his soul with every passing second and Chanyeol realised, he had to run if he cherished his life and wanted to live to see tomorrow.

In a matter of nanoseconds, he turned around and sped out of the woods, looking behind him in fear of the golden eyes chasing him down. For unknown reasons, the golden eyes stayed put, not moving an inch but Chanyeol still had the tendency to run with the want to stay alive, scratching his body against a tree by accident as he ran out of the forest without being careful.

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“I know who killed the boy!”, Chanyeol ran inside the Main mansion, his mother, father and alpha standing in the living room. They had been waiting for him to provide him with the results of their discussion on his permission to leave town, only to find out that he wasn’t there. Waiting along with them were his friends and his sister, who had been worried something had happened to their dearest friend or brother.

“Chanyeol!” His mom ran towards him and embraced him, relieved he was ok. Glad he was still alive himself, Chanyeol hugged his mom back whilst he leaned his chin upon her shoulder to face the others.

“The golden eyed, they’re in town”, Chanyeol looked up at Yongha. “They kill”, he said, still petrified from what he had just experienced. Confused, his mom let go of him and shot a terror-stricken stare at her son.

“No. That’s impossible” Yongha said headstrong and shook his head. “Impossible!” he suddenly yelled as he repeated the word.

“I saw one. With my own eyes. They’re here. In Seoul”, he said between breaths. “It explains everything”.

“Young Mee”, Yongha ordered Chanyeol’s mother. “Get the board witch”, he did not let go of his stare that was pointed at Chanyeol. “NOW!” He yelled.

Chanyeol’s mother left the mansion hurriedly, following the alpha’s instructions. Aside from Kyungsoo, Joonmyeon and Yoora, the rest of his friends were baffled by what was happening. They seemed to have no idea as to what was going on.

“You went out of town and you turned, didn’t you?” Yongha asked with a strong voice. Instantaneously, Chanyeol got on his knees and bowed deeply for his alpha, admitting his wrongdoing and apologizing. He let out a soft squeal as he did, feeling the cuts on his lower abdomen stretch open.

“Hmmmph”, Yongha huffed. “I refuse your request to leave town. Consider it your punishment. When your mother arrives with the board witch I expect you to wait for us in the integration room for investigation”.

“Yes, sir”, Chanyeol tried to hold back his tears, thinking of (y/n). Why had he been so stupid to break all the new rules at once?

“Who are the Golden eyed?” Jongdae whispered to Joonmyeon curiously.

“It’s the Flaithius family’s wolf pack”, Joonmyeon explained.

“Who are they?” Baekhyun joined the conversation.

“The most powerful wolf-family line in existence”.

“Why’s that?” Everyone’s attention was on Joonmyeon. He looked up at his father who gave him the approval to explain it to the guys as they already knew too much anyways.

“Because they found a way to defy freaking nature”.

-> Part 5

Author’s note: Wow, am I glad this chapter is finally finished. Sorry for the long wait and I hope you like it because now it all seems a huge mess but I swear it’ll all make sense as the story develops further :( Pinky promise!
Also, I need Soo’s Coffee House in my life. Desperately!