EXO IMAGINES

sweet lies; sehůn(♥️)

"I'll make you happy with the sweetest lie in the world"
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"Hey, is something bothering you? You seem a bit out of it tonight."

You leaned against the door leading to the balcony. The cool air soothing your skin that had just been burning with hot desire a few moments ago. Though you offered counsel to your friend that calmly looked into the night sky, you secretly knew he could care less whether or not you worried. Which made his brisk remark tug at your marionette heartstrings.

"It's nothing, Y/N. I'm just tired," his creamy voice cut into the air like silk. Perhaps it was what made you fall for him in the beginning. The attractive tone of his voice and his cunning way with words. But no matter how it started, the harsh truth was that you caught feelings. You fell for a fuckboy. And falling in the wrong direction was an endless merry go round of pain and hopelessness. An empty pit of longing, and the only thing that could fulfill it was the intense physicality with him. The intimate moments that deep down you knew meant nothing to him.
And for that, the cutting edge in your real name stood out to you. A burning reminder that you'd never be anything more than Y/N to him.

Perhaps once we're scared of getting hurt, we turn away from the truth.

He kept his back to you, gazing into the stars with his firm hands holding the banister. The posture allowed you to admire his taut muscles, outlined through the fabric of his clothing. His bottoms stretched over the curve of his ass beautifully. It really didn't matter if he was a man or half demon, Sehun was an attractive man nonetheless. You couldn't deny that magnetic pull towards him. You couldn't deny the dripping heat you felt around him. But you could deny that his cold, brief kisses meant nothing. You could deny the cold shoulder despite the warm embrace.

The truth hurts more than a lie.

He could sense your presence still looming behind him. A heavy sigh escaped his perfect lips, creating a puff of smoke out into the cold air. You prayed to whatever higher being out there that he couldn't sense your desires.

He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, but he kept his eyes down. "Is there something you need?" Maybe his deep, smooth voice filling your ears was enough.

"You." you said in a whisper barely audible, the word a ghost on your lips.

He held his position, his eyes darting around for a second before he gathered himself and turned towards you. His outstretched hand invited you to come to him, and that you did, each step bringing out thin tension between the two of you.

Once you stood in front of him, it almost felt a little dangerous. He was a powerful being after all, and you had no confidence that you could handle him if something went wrong. But was he really a bad guy? Your head swirled with incoherent thoughts as you stared into his hooded, hollow eyes.

"If this is what you want," he lifted your chin with his hand delicately cupping your face. He met your gaze with his own, though his eyes were gentle they held no emotion. A blank slate of eye candy. "...I'll give it to you." His large hands took in your face and he brought his lips to yours. They were cold but full. You sighed against them as his tongue ran across your bottom lip ever so quickly.

You could cover your ears with your hands, but you couldn't escape the undeniable truth no matter what. Even as you felt yourself slowly drift into a cloud of euphoria as he began to apply light suction on your bottom lip, you could not escape.

Hit me up whenever you're feeling it

I care about you as a friend, nothing more nothing less

I'm not going to be your boyfriend. Ever.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Y/N," he whispered into the same ears that tried to hide from the truth. His sweet, sweet husky voice making you shiver with anticipation. His cold hands slid down your sides and he gently nipped your earlobe before speaking up once more with that tempting voice, "This is the only way we can be." He dragged your sensitive lobe between his teeth and turned you around so your back arched against the banister. His lips then moved down to your neck, leaving a chilling trail of marks and kisses. His grip on your waist tightened and tugged you against him. You felt nothing there.

Maybe you go through with this because you believe you have no choice.

Maybe you let him fill you with his sweet lies on purpose.

"Sehun, I- ah," you whimpered as he silenced you by sucking on your collarbone. Not enough to leave a mark. You couldn't form words properly as he kept pressing up against you so tightly. Allowing you to feel every inch of his body on yours, feeling every dip and crevice; the friction made your head hot, so hot.

You sighed as he ran his hands down your sides, grabbing at your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You felt dizzy when you felt him against you, the sensation forming a tight hot ball in your core and then unfurling pleasure everywhere in your body.

He kept his lips on yours as he carried you inside.

If it felt so bitter why did he taste so sweet?

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inspired by my other work from a different fandom ! wanted to put a kpop spin on it

i know it's big sad,, and maybe this is tmi,, but this reflects a personal experience ahahHaAa

my psa to my fellow readers: don't fall for a fuckboiiii

they'll promise you the world and more in the beginning, but you're mom is absolutely right when she tells you males only want one thing

and trust me once they get it and abandon you,, it really hurts

stay safe out there y'all T_T