Genre: romance, comedy, slight angst
It was supposed to be another casual night out with his usual gang of friends. When he entered the club with his colleagues, he didn’t expect to be immediately pulled in by the brunet sitting at the bar by himself. He also didn’t expect to be so attracted to how the light reflected off his eyes or how his lips curved when he smiled.
Finally, Park Chanyeol didn’t expect he’d be able to take somebody like Byun Baekhyun home, stumbling past his apartment door and struggling to take each other’s clothes off.
Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun closed his eyes and opened his mouth, moaning out his name. Feeling the smaller male wrap his legs around his waist, Chanyeol craned his neck down and slanted his lips over Baekhyun’s as his hips moved on its own, thrusting forward, and burying his member far inside Baekhyun’s body.
When Baekhyun moaned, Chanyeol joined him as he felt Baekhyun’s body tighten around him. He hissed when he felt the smaller male claw at his back. The sensation sent shock waves of pleasure throughout his body, increasing his desire to please his one night lover.
After he huskily asked if it was okay to start moving and got a muffled cry of approval, Chanyeol began to thrust in rhythmic motion. Amazingly, Baekhyun was able to take in all of him. Every time Chanyeol pounded into him to the hilt, a sound reverberated in the room—the sound of raw flesh hitting flesh.
Beneath him, Baekhyun cried and screamed out in pleasure. When Baekhyun tried to apologize for being so loud, Chanyeol gave him one good thrust, reminding the both of them that modesty was far out the window.
Unable to help himself, Chanyeol took every opportunity to take Baekhyun’s lips. When Baekhyun gasped, Chanyeol swooped down and kissed him until both their lips were swollen.
In their final moments before coming, Chanyeol reached down and took Baekhyun’s member into his hand and began to pump. Baekhyun’s legs began to tremble when he felt Chanyeol’s rough, yet gentle hand take him, pleasuring the life out of him.
After Baekhyun found his release, Chanyeol finally allowed himself the pleasure of coming. Slowly, his thrusts began to slow down as his cock convulsed and released his hot liquid inside Baekhyun’s body. Breathless and tired, Chanyeol collapsed on Baekhyun only to roll off to the side to make sure he wouldn’t crush the male.
When a few minutes passed, Chanyeol looked over and saw that Baekhyun had fallen asleep so suddenly. Smiling to himself, he mustered up the last bits and pieces of energy he had left and leaned over, kissing the brunet on his lips. Then Chanyeol lied back down and gathered Baekhyun in his arms before falling asleep as well.
Waking up the next morning, Chanyeol had planned to cook breakfast for the both of them, but when he opened his eyes and stretched his arms, he realized that he was in bed alone. Sitting up, he looked around and confirmed that he was indeed all by himself. Frowning, Chanyeol glanced at the clock saw that it was only eight in the morning.
When he got out of bed, he looked around for a phone number that Baekhyun may have scribbled hastily on before leaving, but as the minutes passed and all the tables were checked, Chanyeol found himself disappointed with the fact that the brunet had left him with no way of ever contacting him again.
It wasn’t until three weeks later that Chanyeol was graced by luck and stumbled across Baekhyun is a café sitting in a corner. Chanyeol tried to act calm, but beneath his stoic features, his hands were shaking in his coat pockets and his heart was racing every time he stole a glance in Baekhyun’s direction.
Once he got his drink, Chanyeol made the brave decision of pulling out the chair across Baekhyun and sitting down as if he belonged there. Baekhyun looked up and it took no more than a split second for his eyes to widen. Chanyeol took it all as a good sign that he was remembered.
Baekhyun’s lips thinned as Chanyeol spoke. He fixed the glasses that he wore and tried to smile warmly. “Hi.”
Neither of them spoke for a minute, letting the silence engulf the both of them. Then Chanyeol clicked his tongue and shook his head, leaning against one hand. “You know, I think you forgot to leave your number.”
Baekhyun glanced away, casually grinning. “Did I? I’m sorry.”
“You can make up for it by giving it to me now,” Chanyeol said in a voice that made Baekhyun’s heart skip.
“Um…I…” Baekhyun paused. “Ah…” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Raising a brow, Chanyeol acted as if he was slightly offended. “Is it because I’m ugly now that you can actually see my face clearly?”
Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head. “No, no. You’re really handsome. It’s not that.”
Chanyeol smirked. “Then what is it?”
Shrugging, Baekhyun gave him a sad look. “I don’t give out any information for…you know…one night stands.”
Cocking his head, Chanyeol asked, “Why not?”
“Because it’s a one night thing,” Baekhyun replied. “It’s nothing to get hung up over. Besides, I have no interest in becoming anyone’s booty call.”
“Honey, you wouldn’t be my booty call,” Chanyeol chuckled. “Can’t I be an exception?”
Amused, Baekhyun smiled. “No. I’m sorry.”
Playfully, Chanyeol slapped his palm down on the table. “God damn it,” he cursed. “How the hell am I going to contact you for that one thing now?”
As Baekhyun took a sip from his drink, he asked, “What thing?”
“The date that we’re going on this weekend.”
Suddenly, Baekhyun moved his head down, trying to avoid spewing his drink all over Chanyeol’s face. “Excuse me?”
“The date? This—oh, I don’t know. Is Saturday night good?”
“I never agreed to this.”
“Well,” Chanyeol said, rolling his shoulders. “I think you should at least let me take you out.”
“And why should I?”
Giving Baekhyun a killer look that meant to persuade, Chanyeol justified by saying, “Since you didn’t leave your number and left me going crazy for days, a dinner date’s the least you could do for my broken heart.”
“Your broken heart?” Baekhyun repeated, taken by Chanyeol’s personality.
“You wanna feel it?” Chanyeol asked, moving aside the scarf that he was wearing to open his jacket out for Baekhyun. “You can if you want. I don’t mind.”
Touched by the stupid gesture, Baekhyun reached over and covered Chanyeol back up. “Thank you, but no thanks.”
“I was hoping you’d do it anyways.”
“You should’ve hoped otherwise.”
“But what about that date?” Chanyeol asked. As Baekhyun pulled his hand back, Chanyeol caught it with his own. “Say yes.”
Chanyeol’s eyes lit up. “Ah! You even remember my name! Now you have to say yes!”
Defeated, Baekhyun sighed. “Why should I?” he asked, giving Chanyeol a look.
“Because I won’t take no for an answer.”
For a second, Baekhyun said nothing. “You’re very persistent.”
“And you’re very pretty. Now tell me yes.”
After quickly going over his options in his head and evaluating every possible bad outcome that could happen for saying yes to a one night stand lover, Baekhyun threw all his thoughts away. “Fine. I’ll go on a date with you.”
Extremely happy, Chanyeol kissed Baekhyun’s hand before giving it back. “You just made me the happiest man alive, honey.”
Laughing quietly at Chanyeol’s declaration, Baekhyun glanced down. Taking notice of Chanyeol’s drink, he commented, “I didn’t take you for someone who liked sweet things.”
Shrugging, Chanyeol took his cup and drank from it, running his tongue purposely slow on his bottom lip as he watched Baekhyun in a teasing manner. “What can I say? I’ve been a fan since your lips touched mine.”