Ever Friends (M)
Pairing: Baekhyun x reader(female)
Genre: smut, Friends to Lovers!AU, angst(ish).
Rating: M
Warnings: explicit sex, explicit language, dirty talk, bruising, violence, drunk sex, unprotected sex.
The sky was pouring. The droplets of water rained down relentlessly, rendering the streets wetter by the second. You sat there, chin in your palm as you watched the rain knocking on your window. You let out a sigh, creating fog on the glass. You told him to stay in, to not go out on this cloudy day. You went so far as to send him the weather forecast for today. But being the thick headed man that he is, he didn’t listen to you. Now he must be in some downtown club getting wasted with the assholes he calls friends.
It’s not like you’re anyone special to him, you’re just the friend he comes to whenever his friends are too drunk to care about his complaints.
Right. You’re nothing but his emotional crutch.
The thought made your heart knot up. But it was the truth, unfortunately. It’s not like you haven’t tried to let go of your feelings. It’s just that the more you tried to suppress them, the stronger they grew. To say you haven’t contemplated cutting ties permanently with him would be a lie. Your friendship with him hurt like nothing else. But you also cherish it more than you’d care to admit.
As you watched the rain slow down to a steady trickle, sleep started to take over you. You took a peek at the clock. It was 02:34 in the morning. You got up from your seat next to the window and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. The drip-dripping of rain has completely stopped. You sat on the bed in your small bedroom, your hands busy shoving your books into a box that was lying around. In no time you were tucked in, your head sinking warmly into your pillow.
A knock broke the silent darkness of the night. You froze in your place, suddenly the blankets felt too cold for you. You weren’t expecting anyone this late at night. Seulgi would never come without calling. Joohyun was out of town. And Baekhyun… well, he was probably in some random girl’s sheets by now.
You walked on shaky legs, your feet almost soundless against the cold ground. “Who’s there?” Your voice sounded smaller than you wanted it to.
“It’s me, Baekhyun. Open up.” The answer came to you as a surprise, it was indeed his voice on the other side of the door.
You unlocked your apartment and swung the door open. The sight that greeted you was not a pleasant one. Baekhyun was leaning heavily on the doorframe, his clothes were soaked through and stained. You let out a strangled gasp. “Goodness! What happened to you?” you asked as you helped him inside.
“I got into a fight.” he answered as you sat him down. His breath reeked of vodka, his left eye was bruised and blood was leaking from his brow. He was wincing as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“No, Baekhyun. You got your ass handed to you, is what happened.”
He let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Very funny.”
“Baekhyun!” His laughter seized, he looked at you with wistful eyes, his lips pressed into a straight line. “What happened?” you asked, your voice so soft it was barely a whisper. You were sitting at the edge of the sofa, your legs shaking anxiously as you awaited his answer.
He pondered for a moment, his eyes looking everywhere but at you. He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slouching. “It’s not important, okay? Just let me stay here for the night, I’ll leave in the morning.”
You stared at him for a moment, pondering whether to pressure on or just leave him be. “Fine,” you huffed. “Let me get you something warm to wear, you’re ruining my sofa.”
As you were returning to the living with your first aid kit and fresh clothes, Baekhyun had just got up on groggy feet. You could hear him wincing as he slipped off his sweater. What you saw made you almost drop the kit, but you kept a strong grip on it. Baekhyun’s broad back had been tainted with a big patch of bruising that was blackening by the second.
You rushed to him, your hands hovering over his back by default. He turned around, his breath hitching. “What are you doing?” he asked, bemused.
“What the hell happened Baekyun? Who did this to you?” you yelled, barely holding it together.
“Stop asking, (Y/N). You don’t wanna hear the answer.”
“Of course I want to!” Baekhyun looked away, his fingers brushing his wet hair back. “Baekhyun, for God’s sake answer!”
“That asshole Minho.” he answered after a long second, his bare shoulders looked tense, his fists gripping the air tightly.
“What?” was the only thing that you could utter. You put your hand on his shoulder and turned him around.
He looked into your eyes, looking very much boozed up. “That dickhead was being disrespectful, what do you expect me to do?”
“What did he say?” you asked in an oddly calm voice.
He put his cold hands on your shoulders and plastered a smile on his face. “Just forget it, okay? Go-”
“No,” you swatted his hands away. “What did he say?”
His eyes grew hard and dark, it was the first time you witnessed such intensity within them. He sat down on the sofa, his hands rubbing at his knees nervously.
“He was sitting at the table with his friends, I didn’t really care at first. I was having a great time… but then the bastard started getting drunk. He started spouting nonsense; how he was the first guy in campus to fuck you, he kept telling his friends that they could fuck you now because he got tired of you. He said you weren’t as good in bed as he imagined you’d be.” The more you listened to his words, the angrier you grew. You wanted to stop him, but his words were all the more reason to hate Choi Minho.
“He said you were groveling at his feet when he ended things with you. He said he fucked you and then broke up with you before you could even put your clothes back. The more I listened the more I wanted to pummel him into oblivion.” Baekhyun grabbed the arm of the sofa aggressively, he looked up at you. “Can you blame me for it?”
“No,” you answered, your eyes glossy with fury.
“When I tried to stop him, he told me I was just jealous that he got to nail you before I did. That’s when I snapped.”
His words sunk into your brain with the realisation that you’re the reason for his state. You sat down next to him, your hand grazing his back. “What about this bruise, then?”
“Oh, the bouncers kicked us out and I fell on the pavement.” he answered, his mischievous smile making an appearance. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. You stared at each other, your gaze full of love while his was an odd mixture of lividness and playfulness.
“Did he break your heart?” His voice was silky soft, slightly wavering. He was close enough that you smell the alcohol in his warm breath. “If he broke your heart, I’d go right now and beat his goddamn bones. I don’t care how much I’m hurting.”
You let out a chuckle.”No, I broke up with him, silly. He’s just saying all that because his ego is hurt.”
“Why did you date him, then? You’re so much better than him, you deserve so much better.”
You looked down at your lap.”I was in love with someone I can’t have.”
“Well, they’re one blind person.” he looked away.
Silence settled in between you like the darkness outside your window. It was finally broken by Baekhyun.
“If I was a better man… someone not as broken, not as fucked up as the man that I am. If I wasn’t someone who steals bravery from alcohol, I would say that I love you. But I’m not that man, and I’m probably too wasted right now to make sense. I’m probably gonna regret this in the morning. But if I was in that guy’s place, I would hold onto you and never break your heart.”
By the time he turned around to look at you, your eyes were soaked in tears. “Because it’s not everyday a guy meets a girl like you.”
Before he could finish his sentence, and without you even knowing what you were doing, your lips were on his. A tear rolled down his eyes and landed on your cheek. He was frozen for a moment before he put his hand on your waist. He put you on his lap, his pants were wet but you didn’t mind. Your fingers ran through his hair, you tilted your head deepening the kiss as he moved in perfect rhythm with you. His warm tongue ran over your lips before interlacing with your tongue.
You moaned against his lips. His hand started moving down before he grabbed your ass. His other hand was under your top, timidly touching your stomach. His cold fingertips against your skin made you heat up all the more. You could feel a knot of hot lust form in your abdomen. You grabbed his bottom lip between your teeth and started pulling it slowly. The action pleased him apparently, if his hips’ involuntary movement was any indication.
You felt him get hard against your core, the feeling of it made you let out another moan, this time louder and more wanton. That was enough to make him flip you over onto the sofa. He looked at you, his eyes mad with hunger. Yet he was hesitant, waiting for you to give him the cue. Just barely holding himself together.
Seeing him like that made you all the more sure of what you wanted. You wanted him, plain and simple. You wanted him on this sofa, gloriously naked and deep inside you. Just like you daydreamed about for as long as you knew him. “What do you want?” he asked.”How far do you want to go?”
“So far that I can’t remember we were ever friends.”
Your voice came out more like a whisper, you watched him close his eyes as he relished in your words. Without missing a beat he grabbed your sweatshirt and practically yanked it off. He unclasped your bra, you looked him in the eyes as you slowly took the piece of undergarment off and threw it on the floor. He stood over you, his broad shoulders outlined by the light. You watched him as he watched you, eyes completely focused on your bare breasts. In one smooth motion, he enveloped your nipple with his lips, his hand busy playing with the other one. A deep grunt escaped your throat, your back arching on instinct under his touch. His teeth gave your nipple one last graze before they abandoned it. He started leaving open mouthed kisses on your chest and all the way up to your throat. Your fingers tightened on his black locks before you pulled his head up. You looked at him, still catching your breath.
“What are you waiting for?”
He leaned closer to you, his lips in a lopsided smile. “I wanna take my time, princess.”
“Fuck that,” you retorted, pulling him into another kiss. Your hands moved down towards his jeans. You let your hand rove over his bulge, causing him to groan deeply into your mouth. You started unzipping his pants, your greedy hand grabbing him shamelessly. He melted into your touch, his body almost completely squeezing you. He broke the kiss, his hands instantly dragging your pants and underwear off.
His eyes roamed over your naked body, you opened your legs for him, too drunk on lust to care. He put his bottom lip between his teeth, his hand dragging his boxers down to touch himself.
“You’re so perfect,” he purred. You let out a chuckle.
“You should see yourself,” your hand moved down to your clit, you started caressing the swollen nodule. You peered at his cock twitching in his hand at the sight of it. “So you’re just gonna jerk off?”
His hands movement ceased completely at your words. With his eyes still on you, he stood up.
”Ah, so cocky. Let’s see if I can fuck that cockiness out of you.” He rid himself of his jeans and boxers before aligning himself with your entrance.
You put your hand on his shoulder, pushing him lightly off of you.”No no no. I’ll be doing the fucking.“
You sat him down on the sofa before positioning yourself on top of him. You slowly start to lower yourself on him. As soon as his tip was past your entrance, you started wincing. You always knew that Baekhyun was well endowed, you’ve always dreamed about filling yourself up with him. But now that he was here in person, hard as he can be and just barely inside you. You couldn’t help but grimace at the largeness of him. Despite it hurting slightly, it still felt blissfully good. You sunk him deeper into you, your walls moving around him.
“Fuck,” he grunts.”You’re so tight.”
Your only answer was to move in an upward motion, your breath caught in your throat from the pleasure. You lowered yourself slowly, your insides barely adapting to his cock. He threw his head back, his hands shooting up to your waist. You took that chance to plant a kiss on his Adam’s apple. You dragged the kiss down to his collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake. The kiss turned into a bite when he started moving you up and down on top of him. You put your hands on his shoulders, your chin resting in the crook of his neck.
You started moving your hips in rhythm with his, so filled up with him you couldn’t think of anything other than where your bodies intersect. His breath was labored, you could feel it on your neck as he grabbed your skin between his teeth and pulled at it. His hands were leaving marks on your back, so intense he was in his fucking that he didn’t realize he was hurting you. His biceps were taut, and his face was getting more and more sweaty.
You interrupted his trail of bites down your neck when you started kissing him. The kiss was nothing short of feral, it was all teeth and madness. Nothing like the tender, awkward one you shared not even 20 minutes ago.
As you rode him, your mouth traveled from his mouth up to his bruised eye. You started kissing his brow all the way down to his ear. A small whine escaped his lips, his right hand moved from your back up to your breast, grabbing it rather fiercely. He started kneading it, all while thrusting into you with sharp powerful movements.
“I’m almost there,” you said. With one swift motion He laid you down on your back, both legs around his waist while your ass was lifted off the sofa. The way he loomed over you hungrily made you almost go over the edge. But not quite, you suppressed it. You wanted him to get you there. The days when you touched yourself to the thought of him were long gone. It was him inside you now, instead of your vibrator.
He started ramming into you in such an angle that you felt like you were losing your mind. The ecstasy only heightened when you reached your climax. You dug your nails into his forearms as he rode it with you. He came not long after, the word “fuck” was nothing but an ostinato as the waves of pleasure took over him. He laid on top of you, his breath as labored yours.
You started feeling sleep take over you, your eyes heavier than they were before. But not yet. You still had things to do.
As soon as you got up, he sprawled over on the sofa, still basking in his delightful nudity.
“Get up,” you said. “Those wounds aren’t gonna clean themselves.”