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Yixing dropped on the couch. The EXO’RDIUM presentations had left him completely drained. He had only tonight to rest before going back to record the new music video for the repackage EX’ACT album. When he thought he had the night off to himself, his phone rang. It was your number. He sat down and picked up the phone, a smile forming on his lips immediately. The first thing you heard was your name, on the other side of the line.
“Y/N, what a surprise! You never answered my texts. I thought you’d be asleep by now. Isn’t it too early for you?” he quickly said, not giving you time to answer. “I don’t know about the time at home, but I know the time in Seoul. It’s 07:30 pm.” You answered in perfect Mandarin Chinese. Okay, not perfect, but it was better than when you were an exchange student in Beijing back in 2011.
“What?” was his response. You should have known he wouldn’t get the hint. “Yixing, open the door.”You said, impatient. “Why? Did you send me something?” he slowly moved his body towards the door. You could hear his annoyed grunts as you heard him approach.
When he opened the door you wished you had taken a picture. His surprised face would have been an excellent keepsake. You opened your arms and he dropped his phone, jaw wide open. You stood there awkwardly and were putting your arms down, but he finally motioned towards you. He hugged you and lifted you in the air, laughing like crazy while a surprised pitched noise escaped you. You weren’t expecting this. It was as if you two never had a fight. You buried your face on his neck.
Laughter faded as you became conscious of the current situation. “Put me down, Yixing, I’ll hurt your back.” You complained, but not raising your head from the crook of his neck. “Why do you think I work out so hard? You’re nothing compared to my gym weights.” he said, making you jump to look at him. You kissed his cheek. “Please put me down, Yixing.” You said seriously, but with kind eyes and a smile. He carefully placed you on the ground, a little bit flustered.
“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me?” he said, picking up your bags and closing the door. You reached on the ground to his phone. Luckily it didn’t break. You two entered the living room as you chose your words carefully. “I thought we had to talk.” You said, looking at him, your smile gone, the tension from weeks ago coming back.
Last time you talked on the phone, Yixing and you had argued pretty badly. The fact that he was in a barbecue with the other group members didn’t seem to stop him yelling at you. All because of some Instagram pictures of you in a party. Having a long distance relationship is one thing, keeping it international was another level. You’ve been on and off. Break up, then make up. Months of celibacy, a few days of amazing sex. Jealousy, then reconciliation.
That’s how you two worked. You’d keep it up, accumulating feelings and longing for months, then all of a sudden… The smallest thing would set off one of you, you’d fight and then reconcile. But he had never yelled at you until now. He was really mad that you posted a picture of your friend hugging you at said party.
You tried to explain that your friend was as gay as a rainbow, but he kept yelling at you. Some of the words he threw in anger were pretty hurtful. But when he said that if you’d start going out with random guys, you two should end for good this time. That was it. “If you’re want to finish our five years’ relationship over a picture with a gay dude, go for it. I’m setting you free. Good bye, Yixing.” and you ended the call.
He tried to call you back and sent countless messages after that. But you took your time to think things through. You considered every possible scenario in your mind. Ending everything. Keeping him in the dark for a bit longer. Forgiving and forgetting. Waiting until you could see each other again, God knew when that would be.
None of these appealed to you. In your heart, you knew the answer would come if you saw him in person. Even if that would be for the last time. So you gathered all your savings and booked the closest flight to see him.
But now your mind was blank. His perfectly sculpted face had a similar expression than yours. You both were probably thinking the same thing. Would it be really over this time? What was the other thinking?
Yixing slowly approached you, locking your eyes on his. You swallowed a bit, your heart erratically bumping in your chest. When he got inches away from you, he dropped on his knees and grabbed your waist. He looked at you, desperation evident on his expression.
The words he said then, touched deep inside your soul: “Don’t let me be free. No matter how far I am, I’m still in your arms. I’m so sorry. For everything. I know our relationship isn’t perfect and I make a lot of mistakes. But I can’t be happy without you. So don’t let me be free. Never, please… I beg of you.”
At this point, his godly gifted face was showing all the repentance of this world. His watery eyes confirmed his sincerity. You could feel your own face become drizzled. Your hands cupped his cheeks and your thumbs wiped his tears. He leaned himself on you, his chin on your stomach and hugged you.
“Are you sure? You don’t want to be free and meet other fish in the sea?” you asked him. “I’d rather to be in my small fishbowl of freedom, where it’s filled with your warmth. You’re my one and onlyi.” Was his answer. You pulled him up, and properly hugged him. “And you’re mine, Yixing.”
Thin rays of sunshine reached your embrace as the sun was setting. Shining through the small cracks on the almost closed curtain. Light found its way towards you as your bodies synchronized in a kiss. All your worries, pain and sorrow being healed by Yixing’s lips.
His hands went down your lower back as his tongue separated your lips. The initial softness died as your bodies remembered each other’s touches. The kisses deepened. Yixing squeezed your behind. You bit his lip. You took off your light cardigan as he unbuckled his belt. “Take off all your clothes and sit down on the couch.” He told you. You obeyed.
He kneeled again, opening your legs and staying between them. His hands were on your feet and he lazily stroked them, going up slowly until he reached your outer thighs then your waist. Your head tilted back, enjoying his touch. He grabbed you and roughly pulled you closer, making you sit on the tip of the sofa. His mouth found the way to your nipple.
As he kissed your breasts, his hands went down again, caressing your skin. He nibbled at them as he opened your legs wider. Your hands went through his hair. He pushed you slowly until your head was on the sofa, back on a cushion. He leaned closer and hunched as his mouth kissed your body.
He kissed you under your breasts. A flick of the tong between them. Then he kissed your novel. One of his thumbs rubbed gently your inner thighs. Occasionally he nibbled your belly, making you smile and giggle.
This was his way of making it up to you. When he was sorry he would apologize. But he always made sure to show you exactly how much.
His hands went under your thighs as his mouth reached its destination. A sensual moan made its way through your throat, earning you a gentle scratch of his teeth on your clit. Your hips rolled as his tongue circled your bundle of nerves. He stopped and bit your inner thigh. Not giving you the time to think, he went back at your core and nibbled your outer lips. His slick fingers in a v shape helped him spread them as his tongue traced your walls, sending shivers through you.
With one hand he kept circling your clit as the other traced a path on your slit. He gently poked your entrance, teasing you. You whimpered as his finger fully penetrated you. His touch pleasuring you lured your senses into pleasure. His lips went back to your little mound, sucking you. Slowly, at first. Your moans became louder as your breathing got shallow. As another finger was added and both curled inside you, he sucked harder and his tongue played with you.
You felt our hands on his hair tighten their grip. You guided his head as your climax approached. Three more sucks and it was it. The release came to you. As your vision became foggy and your body moved on its own, you let his head go. He was the only one that could make you have an orgasm like that. When all your senses collide and the world stops for a moment. And there’s only joy and the beating of your heart. And everything will be alright. I guess you could call that sexual healing.
A playful smile was on Yixing’s lips when he sat down next to you on the couch. He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head on his chest, the reminiscent of your high dripping away from you. He kissed your head and hugged you. “You must be hungry and tired, craving for a warm bath, right?” he asked.
Your answer came directly when your fingers covered his obvious erection on his jeans. “All of this seems great, but…” you said. You moved on the sofa and straddled him. “right now…” you continued. One of his hands was stroking your face, the other grabbing your ass. You pulled your head back and rocked your hips on top of him. His own hips started matching your rhythm. “I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever had.” You finished saying.
He answered as his hand came from your ass to grab your hair and you mewled: “I got you, girl.”

Notes

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