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Byun Baekhyun is a shameless little shit. He hears that a lot, acknowledges it even. Proud to be one for a matter of fact. The 23 year old male prides himself on getting what he wants. It’s not that he’s spoiled. Well, maybe a little. ‘Determined’ would be a better word for it perhaps.
What Byun Baekhyun wants, he gets.
And what he wants (and has set his sight on), is his stepfather.. Wait. To be exact, his thirty-six year old gorgeous stepfather.
Yep.
And he’s pretty damn certain that the male wants him too. And not in a platonic way either.
x.x
What does Yifan (aka his yummy stepfather sees in his mom?) It’s not a question that he should be pondering over while he’s in one of his 9am lectures. But really, it baffles Baekhyun.
1) She’s not even that attractive
2) Can’t cook for nuts
3) Not excessively rich. Nope.
4) A home-wrecker
Judging from the list above, it’s more than clear that Baekhyun doesn’t have much love for his mother. Not when she’s the reason why his father had walked out on them a few months ago. That’s a story for next time.
Baekhyun had made up his mind that he’d follow his dad. Didn’t matter where. But then, his mother had brought Wu Yifan home and announced that they were going to get married soon.
Damn his liking for older men.
Tall older men.
Tall and handsome older men.
Tall and handsome older men with fat bank accounts.
Tall, handsome and rich older men with a badboy vibe.
That tattoo etched on the underside of his wrist. Baekhyun kind of wants to trace it with the tip of his tongue.
He’d dated a couple of older men in the past few years. Nothing too serious; simple dinner dates, a lot of making out and heavy petting but nothing beyond that. Baekhyun simply loved the feeling of comfort and security that they could provide him with.
Not to mention that most of the men he had dated has been more than financially stable.
Materialistic, blah blah blah. Not like he gave a shit of what people thought of him.
And oh, Baekhyun could see how Yifan was quick to give him the once over. The slow drag of his gaze had Baekhyun fighting back a grin, and instead he gave an indifferent shrug, muttering a , “Whatever.”
Back in the comfort of his bedroom, Baekhyun muffled his delighted squeal against one of his pillows. Oh, this was going to be fun.
At that moment, Byun Baekhyun decided he was going to stay and make Wu Yifan his.
What Byun Baekhyun wants, he gets.
x.x
The wedding ceremony was nothing grand. Baekhyun couldn’t be assed to attend because he really wasn’t interested in seeing his mother acting so…happy when her ex-husband was still out there nursing a broken heart.
There was no way Yifan was interested in her romantically. No. Not when the taller male had practically cornered Baekhyun s few hours before the ceremony, the corners of his lips curled up in a smirk,
“So…will you be addressing me as Daddy anytime soon?”
x.x
“And he’s just so cool. Do you know that he used to play rugby?”
Jongdae squeezes in next to Baekhyun on his super single bed, kicking the bolster off the bed so that they’ll have more space.
“Yes, Baekhyun. I know how much you want your stepdad to fuck you, you nasty bastard.”
Baekhyun acknowledges Jongdae’s playful insult with a laugh, but inside, he’s inwardly relieved.
It was impossible to keep any secrets from his best friend and Jongdae was barely fazed when Baekhyun had spilled the beans. It wasn’t like Baekhyun and Yifan were related by blood anyway.
Jongdae curls up on his side, curling an arm around his best friend’s waist.
“What about your mom?”
“She was never a mother figure to me. Not even when dad was still around.”
x.x
[6 months later]
“I’m off to class!”
Yifan stands in the kitchen doorway, watching as Baekhyun jams his feet in a pair of worn-out Vans.
“No goodbye kiss?”
Baekhyun glances up the stairs before taking a few steps forward.
“She left for work already.”
Baekhyun curls his fingers around Yifan’s
navy blue tiep, wordlessly signaling for the older male to bend down a little before he chastely brushes their lips together, tasting the too-strong cigarette and black tea when he flicks the tip of his tongue against the seam of Yifan’s lips.
He drops the shoe bag in his right hand when Yifan grips his chin between his long fingers, another hand curled around his stepson’s slim waist.
“Daddy, class-“ Baekhyun murmurs, but his slender fingers are already working on the knot of Yifan’s tie.
Yifan’s pleased to note that Baekhyun’s wearing the grey acid wash skinny jeans that he had purchased for the male sometime back. It’s a bitch to take off. He’s had firsthand experience with it.
Everything that Baekhyun’s wearing from
top to toe are gifts from Yifan. His shirt, jeans, even the ridiculously pricy watch adorning the male’s wrist. Well, except
those tattered Vans that his stepson always insists on wearing.
“She’s going to be home late today.” Is all that Yifan says.
Both of them call in sick.
x.x
It’s not just sex between them. Well, yes, the sex is bloody amazing. They fuck whenever she’s not from work. Or when she’s out shopping with friends. Sometimes, Yifan picks Baekhyun up after his evening classes and it ends up with him fucking his stepson in the backseat.
It’s not just sex.
Yifan cares for Baekhyun. Baekhyun does too. Most of Yifan’s meals are prepared by the younger male. They enjoy simple evenings at home occasionally too; Baekhyun snuggled up against his stepdad while he watches Doctor Who, Merlin or Hannibal.
“Why did you marry her?”
Baekhyun stretches out against the couch and rests his head against Yifan’s thigh.
“And don’t give me that bullshit about you liking her. Or feeling sorry because she’s a poor woman just out of a divorce.”
Yifan laughs as he cards his fingers through the soft strands of Baekhyun’s black hair.
“Honestly? It was when she showed me a photo of you. We met at the bar a couple of times, had dinner and I intended for it to be a typical fling. Happened to see a photo of you while she was using her phone. Casually asked about you. To put it crudely, at that point of time, I wanted to bed you. And then I saw you for the first time…” Yifan gazes at Baekhyun adoringly, brushing his knuckles gently against the younger male’s cheek. “…that ass.”
“Daddy!” Baekhyun playfully slaps him on the thigh. “But yeah, you’re pretty hot for a thirty-three year old.”
“Only pretty hot?”
“Mmmm.” Baekhyun nuzzles his face up against the zipper of Yifan’s jeans. “Very, very hot.”
What Byun Baekhyun wants, he gets.
And what he wants (and has set his sight on), is his stepfather.. Wait. To be exact, his thirty-six year old gorgeous stepfather.
Yep.
And he’s pretty damn certain that the male wants him too. And not in a platonic way either.
x.x
What does Yifan (aka his yummy stepfather sees in his mom?) It’s not a question that he should be pondering over while he’s in one of his 9am lectures. But really, it baffles Baekhyun.
1) She’s not even that attractive
2) Can’t cook for nuts
3) Not excessively rich. Nope.
4) A home-wrecker
Judging from the list above, it’s more than clear that Baekhyun doesn’t have much love for his mother. Not when she’s the reason why his father had walked out on them a few months ago. That’s a story for next time.
Baekhyun had made up his mind that he’d follow his dad. Didn’t matter where. But then, his mother had brought Wu Yifan home and announced that they were going to get married soon.
Damn his liking for older men.
Tall older men.
Tall and handsome older men.
Tall and handsome older men with fat bank accounts.
Tall, handsome and rich older men with a badboy vibe.
That tattoo etched on the underside of his wrist. Baekhyun kind of wants to trace it with the tip of his tongue.
He’d dated a couple of older men in the past few years. Nothing too serious; simple dinner dates, a lot of making out and heavy petting but nothing beyond that. Baekhyun simply loved the feeling of comfort and security that they could provide him with.
Not to mention that most of the men he had dated has been more than financially stable.
Materialistic, blah blah blah. Not like he gave a shit of what people thought of him.
And oh, Baekhyun could see how Yifan was quick to give him the once over. The slow drag of his gaze had Baekhyun fighting back a grin, and instead he gave an indifferent shrug, muttering a , “Whatever.”
Back in the comfort of his bedroom, Baekhyun muffled his delighted squeal against one of his pillows. Oh, this was going to be fun.
At that moment, Byun Baekhyun decided he was going to stay and make Wu Yifan his.
What Byun Baekhyun wants, he gets.
x.x
The wedding ceremony was nothing grand. Baekhyun couldn’t be assed to attend because he really wasn’t interested in seeing his mother acting so…happy when her ex-husband was still out there nursing a broken heart.
There was no way Yifan was interested in her romantically. No. Not when the taller male had practically cornered Baekhyun s few hours before the ceremony, the corners of his lips curled up in a smirk,
“So…will you be addressing me as Daddy anytime soon?”
x.x
“And he’s just so cool. Do you know that he used to play rugby?”
Jongdae squeezes in next to Baekhyun on his super single bed, kicking the bolster off the bed so that they’ll have more space.
“Yes, Baekhyun. I know how much you want your stepdad to fuck you, you nasty bastard.”
Baekhyun acknowledges Jongdae’s playful insult with a laugh, but inside, he’s inwardly relieved.
It was impossible to keep any secrets from his best friend and Jongdae was barely fazed when Baekhyun had spilled the beans. It wasn’t like Baekhyun and Yifan were related by blood anyway.
Jongdae curls up on his side, curling an arm around his best friend’s waist.
“What about your mom?”
“She was never a mother figure to me. Not even when dad was still around.”
x.x
[6 months later]
“I’m off to class!”
Yifan stands in the kitchen doorway, watching as Baekhyun jams his feet in a pair of worn-out Vans.
“No goodbye kiss?”
Baekhyun glances up the stairs before taking a few steps forward.
“She left for work already.”
Baekhyun curls his fingers around Yifan’s
navy blue tiep, wordlessly signaling for the older male to bend down a little before he chastely brushes their lips together, tasting the too-strong cigarette and black tea when he flicks the tip of his tongue against the seam of Yifan’s lips.
He drops the shoe bag in his right hand when Yifan grips his chin between his long fingers, another hand curled around his stepson’s slim waist.
“Daddy, class-“ Baekhyun murmurs, but his slender fingers are already working on the knot of Yifan’s tie.
Yifan’s pleased to note that Baekhyun’s wearing the grey acid wash skinny jeans that he had purchased for the male sometime back. It’s a bitch to take off. He’s had firsthand experience with it.
Everything that Baekhyun’s wearing from
top to toe are gifts from Yifan. His shirt, jeans, even the ridiculously pricy watch adorning the male’s wrist. Well, except
those tattered Vans that his stepson always insists on wearing.
“She’s going to be home late today.” Is all that Yifan says.
Both of them call in sick.
x.x
It’s not just sex between them. Well, yes, the sex is bloody amazing. They fuck whenever she’s not from work. Or when she’s out shopping with friends. Sometimes, Yifan picks Baekhyun up after his evening classes and it ends up with him fucking his stepson in the backseat.
It’s not just sex.
Yifan cares for Baekhyun. Baekhyun does too. Most of Yifan’s meals are prepared by the younger male. They enjoy simple evenings at home occasionally too; Baekhyun snuggled up against his stepdad while he watches Doctor Who, Merlin or Hannibal.
“Why did you marry her?”
Baekhyun stretches out against the couch and rests his head against Yifan’s thigh.
“And don’t give me that bullshit about you liking her. Or feeling sorry because she’s a poor woman just out of a divorce.”
Yifan laughs as he cards his fingers through the soft strands of Baekhyun’s black hair.
“Honestly? It was when she showed me a photo of you. We met at the bar a couple of times, had dinner and I intended for it to be a typical fling. Happened to see a photo of you while she was using her phone. Casually asked about you. To put it crudely, at that point of time, I wanted to bed you. And then I saw you for the first time…” Yifan gazes at Baekhyun adoringly, brushing his knuckles gently against the younger male’s cheek. “…that ass.”
“Daddy!” Baekhyun playfully slaps him on the thigh. “But yeah, you’re pretty hot for a thirty-three year old.”
“Only pretty hot?”
“Mmmm.” Baekhyun nuzzles his face up against the zipper of Yifan’s jeans. “Very, very hot.”