Picture Frames (M)

Picture Frames (M)

Synopsis: Choi Soobin had been the object of your affection since you were knee high to a grasshopper, your earliest memories containing you making the prettiest Valentine for him each year. So when Soobin decides to ask you over for some passionate conversations, you hardly hesitate despite your gut telling you to turn away.

Contains: Choi Soobin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, angst, mentions of cheating, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, marking kink, handjob, nipple play, creampie, high school crush!Soobin, lovestruck!reader, nonidol!au.

Disclaimer: None of my stories are an extension of a real persona of the idol(s) mentioned. All works of mine are fictional and are to be read for entertainment purposes only. Please do not assume that I am trying to propagate this lifestyle to the idol(s) mentioned. Thank you.

You could feel your heart start to pound wildly in your chest, hands gripping the steering wheel tight as you sped your way down the streets to get to your destination for the night. Originally you had planned on having a movie night with one of your friends from university, but you decided to take a rain check after receiving a text message from a number you would’ve never thought would contact you at any point after high school. In fact, you didn’t even have his number saved, embarrassingly having to ask the stranger for their identity before having to hold back an excited squeal. The person who contacted you? None other than your crush all through adolescence, Choi Soobin.

Choi Soobin had been your crush for as early as you can remember, always staring at him from across the playground as you to played in your respective friend groups. There would be times where Soobin would catch you staring, offering you a kind smile and waving at you to join him. But unfortunately due to your skittish and extremely shy nature, you always hid within the comfort of your friend groups throughout the years. This forced you to simply watch as Soobin grew up and dated various beautiful women, you hoping that one day you could have some kind of chance to be with Soobin romantically.

After all of these years of waiting patiently on the sidelines, you finally have the opportunity to live out one of your most prolific fantasies. Sure there were other men in your life that you had been with, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t picture Soobin’s face every time you where in a man’s bed. Thoughts of Soobin’s plump lips crashing against yours would flood your brain, never granting you any rest after all these years. You thought that maybe, maybe you would be able to get over him. But having received an invite to his house at just before midnight, you were open to reconsideration.

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Kingdom Come (M)

Synopsis: Prince Minho was feeling the pressure of finding a woman suitable enough to produce him a much needed heir if he were to continue his lineage. If not, he would have to relinquish his throne and destroy the dynasty the Lee’s have worked so hard to maintain.

Contains: Lee Minho x (f) reader, adult language, slight angst, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, breeding kink, fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, creampie, Prince!Minho, Maid!reader, royalty!au.

An eerie silence filled the halls as the Lees were whisked away to their chambers, holding an intense debate with their troublesome son who just so happened to be the one to inherit the throne. They had been in a deadlock with their son over whether or not he would be competent enough to produce an heir, since he hadn’t even began to court any of the maidens dying to climb into bed with him to birth him a son. But that’s the very reason Prince Minho hadn’t found the right maiden, he didn’t want a woman who would just jump into bed with him at the drop of a hat. He wanted to at least feel something.

“This isn’t up for debate anymore Minho,” Emperor Lee bellowed to his son as he stood defiantly in front of his father, refusing to look him in the eye as he focused on his father’s shoes instead. Minho’s mother could be seen attempting to reach over to her husband and place a calming hand on his arm, but he shook her off as he continued to lash out at his son. “You need to hurry up and pick someone to give you a son. I don’t even care if it’s some random wench at the tavern for a quick romp in the hay, you need to have a son if you want to continue our lineage! We refuse to let our dynasty die with you!”

The Emperor’s voice boomed out through the halls of the palace, alerting every last servant of the family’s current affairs despite them ordering complete and utter privacy. Despite the boisterous and intimidating tone of his father’s demands, Minho simply glared into his father’s eyes without uttering a single word. Minho then bowed to his mother but refused to even acknowledge his father’s presence as he turned his back to them, swiftly exiting the main hall nd making his way to the maid’s chambers to seek out the one person who knew his family’s dilemmas more than anyone in the palace: you.

Once outside of the maid’s chambers, Minho turned to his guards that were following him closely to ensure nothing bad would happen to his wellbeing, nodding at them to stay here since he didn’t need any protection in these chambers. The guards returned his nod and proceeded to back off, giving him some space as he knocked on the door, hoping that you would be inside. As the iron door creaked open, all of Minho’s apprehension melted away once his eyes rested upon your innocent features. 

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delicate. | Kim Hongjoong

dom! males reader x switch! hongjoong

genre: smut

warnings: dom reader sub hongjoong, fanboy and idol dynamic, grinding, thigh riding, bj

synopsis: while ateez is in dallas hongjoong can't seem to get his eyes off a handsome man in the front row. what will happen when he's invited back to hongjoong hotel room.

the concert night had started off normally, you were far past just excited for this night. you stood in the crowd ateez coming out from under the stage. loud music pounded around your head, you just having the best time of you life until something hit you in the head. onstage hongjoong had a oh shit face, this promoted you into picking up the small box and open it ; A small piece of paper left inside with a number.

you shrugged lightly pocketing the box, this could be fun later you thought your brain still not catching up to what was happening.

after the concert there was a walk through type event where when you passed hongjoong he waved quickly while pointing to your head signaling to ask if you were okay.

of course physically you were fine but you were insanely sad you had to leave the concert venue, but then you remember about what was in the box that hit your head.

you decided to give the number a ringer only to be met with the voice of Kim Hongjoong. "hello" his gently friendly voice rang out, leaving you almost speechless. "im sorry about the box hitting your head I really didn't mean for it to hit you." he spoke again. "no no no it's okay im just did you mean to give me your number?" you questioned sitting down into your car locking the doors once you were in.

"of course I mean too, I couldn't get my mind of you the entire concert I needed a way to communicate with you." he spoke softly slightly proud of himself for thinking of this. "oh wow okay this can't be happening."

"it is! currently in sneaking off, meet me at the little coffee shop, please ?" hongjoong spoke in the kindest and sweetest way anyone has ever talked to you. "mhm! see you there!"

and with that you drove off to the coffee shop. still in shock and trying to understanding what was happening you took a seat at a empty table ordering a hot earl gray tea. eventually a masked hongjoong arrived quickly taking a seat infront of you.

"hello I can't believe this is happening." you spoke kindly softly chuckling at the male infront of you. the conversation stayed pure and friendly until hongjoong invited you back to his hotel room. of course you happily agreed and went along with him.

the two boys where layout on the hotels balcony looking up at the stars together. "hongjoong, what's the hardest thing about these type of tours?" you ask gently, looking for the sky over to him, he as well did this making eye contact with you.

"I'd have to say the stress, those not really any outlet we have to relieve the stress and jet lag." hongjoong spoke while maintaining eye contact his eyes quickly flickering down to your lips before quickly flickering back up.

"I could help you rid of stress.." you whispered trailing off staring at his plump nice lips. if wasn't long till hongjoong made the first move, leaning in and giving you just a small kiss to see how you'd react. for a moment you stared at him in confusion before going in for seconds, this kiss being long and calming.

this led you both into the hotel room, you gently laid hongjoong on the bed leaning over him while continuing to kiss him. hongjoong giggled softly into the kiss before moving away starting to kiss on your neck. this action lighted something inside you up like a Christmas tree. gently with one hand you placed hongjoongs hands above his head the over hand removing his lips away from your neck, pointing his head the other way giving you full view of his pretty neck and collar bones that were peaking through the top of his slightly unbuttoned button up.

you easily start to move your way down his neck and chest, unbuttoning closed buttons on the way down. his skin felt smooth and soft against your lips,it was like everything you'd imagined from before but better. hongjoong on the other hand squirmed under you already showing signs of being on the sensitive side. "may I remove your clothes hongjoong?" you asked you're delicate fingers tracing his clothed thighs, the crotch of his pants only getting tighter and tighter. he nodded quickly in response starting to slip off your clothes for you while you were busy undressing him.

there was no going back now. you brought hongjoong back into another deep kiss starting to grind your crotch against his slowly, the underwear being the only thing separating you two now.

"fuck y/n, please, I need more then this." hongjoong begins to whimper and beg, moving himself down to your thigh starting to grind against it. this sparked a idea in your head. "ride my thigh." you said firmly.

hongjoong whimpered in the softest way, starting to grind his hips ruffly down onto your thigh. soft moans pouring from his lips as you placed your hands onto his hips helping him guide his hips.

hongjoong twitched lightly, his body shuddering as he was getting close already. his hands gripping onto your shoulders while desperately moving his trembling hips quicker and quicker applying more pressure as the cream colored liquid shot from his tip. a whinny moan leaving his lips as he road out his orgasm, gripping on you tightly.

you wrapped your arms around his ways holding him up as he came down from his high. slowly hongjoong gained himself back starting to slid down to your crotch. with small pants he used his mouth attempting to slide off your underwear, eventually succeeding through his struggle. you smirked at this leaning back and enjoying the show until hongjoong started to place kitten licks to your aching cock. electricity shooting through your nerves as he took you whole. the flat of his tongue abusing your tip as he bobbed his head quickly.

deep moans left your lips as you lightly gripped hongjoong hair your head leaning back in pleasure. "fuck I could do this all night." you groaned and carried on you grip on hongjoongs hair only tightening earning whimpers and moans from him.

you moved your foot on top of hongjoongs already hard again cock, pressing down and rubbing small circles. his hips shook lightly his moans vibrating against your cock delivering you the best pleasure.

since hongjoong was so sensitive it didn't take him long to cum again his thighs pressing together tightly around your foot as you also grew close cumming into his mouth.

hongjoong leaned up licking some of the cum off his lips as he had swallowed the rest. you grabbed hongjoong pulling him into a soft kiss.

"round whatever we're on ?" he qestioned as he pulled away small giggles coming from you both

so there it is, sorry for typos and sorry if it makes no sense it was written slowly over the span of a month 😭 this isn't proof read

brat adventures 101

◚ not requested

→ in which baekhyun wants a threesome with y/n and his best friend taeyong.

✄┈ warnings/tags: well shit, good luck with this one... choking, degradation, not implied but 100% consent, freaky freak baekhyun, vanilla turned...something taeyong, y/n subtly has a switch from soft!dom to hard!dom, slapping (of the buttocks), prostate milking (subtle), cum swapping? (y/n swaps spit with ty while he still has bh's cum in his mouth) idk what the hell else is in here :) enjoy

↬ word count: 4.2k

↬ published: 01.03.22

sex. pretty good, right? even better when the people you end up sleeping with are celebrities. what’s not anticipated though, in that whole ordeal, is if your only clients are pretty much best friends… and the brattiest client proposes a threesome with you and said best friend.

“how do you know he won’t freak out?” y/n panted, grunting as the male on top of him swiveled his hips, hands clawing down his chest.

the male on top let out a sultry giggle, although he ended up moaning louder than expected as y/n thrust his hips up, a loud clap sounding throughout the room. “the way he talks about you, plus—fuck—wait til he finds out you’re fucking both of us.”

baekhyun was no stranger to the fact that he and his best friend, taeyong, were both sleeping with the same man. y/n used to have a bit of a reputation with some idols, coming to stick to the few trusted clients when there was an issue of another idol claiming they caught something from him; it was a lie. that idol had their own nightly escapades to worry about, blaming it on the one person they knew got around in the industry.

baekhyun knew a bit about the dynamics between the two, taeyong confiding in baekhyun about his sexcapades with the other. he knew taeyong was on the softer side, the younger quite obvious in the fact that he was rather uncomfortably new to the whole world of baekhyun’s brat adventures; so he wanted to have a threesome—show him how he and y/n get down. or it might have been baekhyun’s corruption kink doing all the work…

he gritted his teeth when the angling of y/n’s hips proved fruitful as his tip prodded against his prostate, a slutty whine leaving his throat as his own hips sporadically thrusted against y/n’s, chasing his high. “almost there, almost—fuck!”

y/n barely chuckled, “ah, you’re such a slut, hyung; thinking of your best friend while fucking someone else.”

baekhyun whimpered, ignoring the burning and tightening of his calves as he bounced; up, down, up, down, all until that gathering feeling in his stomach erupted.

thick streams of white spurted from his tip and onto y/n’s tattoo-covered torso. the man gripped his hips tighter, groaning as the idol clenched around him, gyrating his hips to milk himself of all he had.

and in a bout of expiring adrenaline, baekhyun planted his feet flat on the mattress and bounced, almost toppling over as the new angle jabbed directly into his sweet spot. y/n let out a loud curse, nearing his own high. almost 15 seconds later, baekhyun was dry orgasming in overstimulation and the tight clenching of his ass pulled y/n closer and closer to his own high.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

that sentence leaving y/n’s mouth was all that baekhyun needed to hear to, somehow, pull off of y/n before removing his condom and jerking him to finish. as a grunting moan left y/n’s throat, baekhyun stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes and welcoming the shooting load onto his face.

y/n looked down at him from between his legs, baekhyun’s wrist still flicking, spurts of cum flying onto his cheeks and tongue. “fucking hell.”

“you went and did what?”

baekhyun was staring at his best friend in shock, the other only having the same old innocent gaze in his glittery eyes.

“i got a belly button piercing a couple of days ago.”

the older looked dumbfounded, why was he not informed of this spectacular addition?

taeyong puffed his cheeks out and looked around before leaning closer to baekhyun, “and y/n hyung has been really gentle because of it.” taeyong watched his eyebrows perk up for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“has he now?”

“yeah, but i like it,” he smiled at his lap, a blush settling on his warm cheeks, “a lot.”

baekhyun let out a gasp similar to one who’s been betrayed, “yong, you’re such a softie,” he teased, “don’t you want a little spice; a little roughness? i got some the other day and wow! i came twice in less than a minute.”

taeyong inhaled a sharp breath, “one minute? doesn’t that hurt?”

“that’s what makes it feel good,” baekhyun all but moaned out in reminiscence of the other night.

“oh, i wouldn’t know. i always called the safe word when it started to hurt.”

it was safe to say baekhyun never wanted taeyong to be fucked senseless as much as he did right then. the baby cowered at a little pain? oh honey.

and y/n being gentle? all because of a belly piercing? who knew the rough beast of a man he knew could be so versatile?

baekhyun didn’t have any hard feelings for it either; he was the one who told y/n to be as rough as he could. it was the only way he could get off after discovering his own kinks. corruption, overstimulation, choking, and spit don’t particularly beg for gentleness, do they?

days had gone by before baekhyun found the right time to propose his idea. however, the concept of ‘the right time’ must be different for baekhyun, because he asked taeyong if he would join him and y/n during an argument.

the secret was out. taeyong now knew y/n slept with other people. they weren’t exactly exclusive, but the fact that he was sleeping with baekhyun and the latter not saying anything after all this time didn’t sit right with him.

“are you out of your mind? you’re just now telling me we’re sleeping with the same guy and you want to have a threesome?” taeyong found it absurd, but baekhyun thrived off the idea, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head.

“you’re sick! and to make it worse, i’ve been telling you about him and i and you just—gosh you’re so frustrating!” taeyong cried out.

he slammed his hands on the dining table, shaking his head. “you know what? get out! get out of my house. i can’t believe you.”

“well, your little saint kicked me out when i asked.”

y/n snorted, trying to hold back his laughter, eyeing around the sm lobby. “i know, he told me all about it when i went over the other day.

baekhyun all but scoffed, “he’s really upset with me? but is perfectly fine with calling you over right after?” y/n only shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his head on the sofa.

“to be fair, he already knew i was sleeping with other people. he’s just upset with you because you knew who he was talking about this whole time and acted like you didn’t.”

“still! i don’t see why he’d hold a grudge over that,” baekhyun pouted, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. a few moments passed before baekhyun perked up, a sly smirk pulling on his lips as he slowly turned to y/n.

“i didn’t know you were such a softie too.”

y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “what are you talking about?”

“tae told me all about how you were all extra soft and gentle when he got his belly button piercing. i figured he was about as vanilla as one could get, but you? that was a surprise!”

y/n smacked his lips, finding baekhyun’s words silly, “i’m not vanilla. who do you think takes all my energy up because their kinks are so demanding?” baekhyun knew he meant well and wasn’t shaming his kinks, so he could laugh about it.

“oh please—”

“so i was just sloppy seconds, huh?” both men looked over in shock, finding taeyong standing right next to the sofa they were sitting on. y/n stood up, turning toward the fragile boy.

“no, no of course no—”

“oh, so then you weren’t really being gentle, you were being lazy with me while you gave baekhyun hyung your undivided attention?” taeyong didn’t want to be angry at y/n in this situation, but after interpreting his words as such, he struggled not to feel conflicted toward him.

and although he wasn’t having the best feelings towards the two at the moment, there was a gnawing feeling in him that wanted him to be the one who had all of y/n’s attention.

“fine, i’ll do it. i’ll do the threesome.”

“are you sure you want to do this, yong? you don’t need to prove anything, if that’s what you’re trying to do.” now settled in his apartment, y/n tried to get taeyong to reconsider, not wanting the boy to go out of his comfort zone.

“oh i’m not trying to prove anything to you, you’re proving something to me.” taeyong sassed. it was his first time ever giving y/n attitude and the other didn’t know whether this would be a good or bad thing. but baekhyun, kinky as he was, was thriving off the conflict. his taeyong was finally emerging out of his vanilla shell. he was evolving.

“and what is that?”

“y/n hyung is going to prove to me that i’m not just his sloppy seconds and you’re going to prove to me that… that…” he didn’t really know what he wanted baekhyun to prove to him, but he wasn’t going to let him get away with embarrassing him like that.

“you’re going to be vanilla today.”

all baekhyun could think from those words was ‘worst top 10 anime betrayals’ because there was no way in hell taeyong thought baekhyun would get off from vanilla sex. but then he realized, that’s precisely why the sneaky bastard chose that, it was his punishment. but taeyong must not have known of his one true kink…

“and hyung is going to fuck me like he never has.” corruption.

taeyong set himself up with this one. baekhyun could nut just from watching the two if he had to because to see taeyong be rid of his kink virginity would be nothing but a sexual fantasy come to life for him. and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell taeyong about that.

“alright, boss us around.” taeyong told y/n. sure, this threesome was conditioned by taeyong’s rules, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the dominant one.

“wait, safe word or color system?”

taeyong went to answer safe word but baekhyun cut him off, “sweetie,” he gave a sultry look, “he is going to fuck you senseless, i’d choose the color system. it’s easier to remember than one random word.”

and baekhyun didn’t miss the bobbing of taeyong’s adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly at the warning.

“color system.”

“alright, both of you strip. taeyong i want you on your back, hyung on your stomach.” he already knew of baekhyun’s kinks, and if y/n wouldn’t carry them out, baekhyun would himself, so he was going to tie him up.

once both boys were situated, taeyong lying flat on his back, waiting for y/n, and baekhyun on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back with velcro cuffs, y/n grabbed the lube, condoms, and a few toys. baekhyun wouldn’t be getting the most attention today, y/n using velcro cuffs so baekhyun could get out himself should something happen. however , due to the lack of attention, this also meant he’d have to try and get off with the toys while y/n took care of taeyong.

y/n stood up straight and backed away from the bed a little, admiring the view in front of him. baekhyun was already getting hard while taeyong was still soft, not knowing what was to come. y/n was going to tease baekhyun for being hard from nothing, but then he remembered; this was taeyong’s night.

“i’m not going to touch you tonight, hyung. only taeyong,” he grabbed the vibrator wand, switching it to the lowest setting before placing it between baekhyun’s legs, against his balls, “but you still can’t cum unless i say so.”

baekhyun let out a whine, nuzzling his head in the pillow as the vibrations left him wanting for more friction.

y/n held back a smirk, turning his attention to taeyong. the boy was staring at baekhyun, in awe at how he ground his hips into the mattress, hands tied behind his back.

“don’t worry about him, i’m going to take care of you now,” he crawled over taeyong’s naked form, leaning down to where their noses almost touched and taeyong’s glittery eyes bore into his in excitement, “only you,” and he connected their lips, taeyong moaning.

the boy’s hips rose, searching for friction even though he was barely hard. kissing always turned taeyong on, and with baekhyun’s eyes on them, he felt a bit awkward, but a good awkward. y/n continued to kiss him, hands working their way down his body. once he reached taeyong’s dick he gave it a firm squeeze, a stark contrast to his normally light and gentle caresses.

taeyong let out a hiss, hands clenching and unclenching on y/n’s shoulders at the new feeling. baekhyun let out a sultry giggle as he watched the scene before him. “n/n, he’s so sensitive, isn’t he?”

y/n knew what baekhyun was trying to do. he was trying to rile them up, trying to get out of his punishment. “shut up or i’ll take away the vibrator and you’ll get off just from humping the bed like the dirty whore you are.”

taeyong gasped at the vulgarity of y/n’s words, never having heard him speak that way.

“oh, i think you’ve shocked him,” baekhyun looked at taeyong’s dick, the tip red and shiny, “maybe even excited him.”

taeyong’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands cradling the warm skin. y/n looked down at him, gaze softening, “ignore him. he’s just trying to start something.”

taeyong didn’t know what to say to that, but y/n made a move before anything. the latter had sat up, pulling his boxers down before un-capping the lube and squirting a healthy amount into his fingertips. taeyong shuddered when he saw his length, a neat patch of hair sitting above it.

all of a sudden, y/n grabbed under taeyong’s knee, pushing his leg up at an angle. taeyong lifted his head to see what y/n would do when he felt a finger enter him, gently prodding around his walls just how he liked it.

a guttural groan left his throat and his head fell back against the pillow as y/n stretched him open, adding another finger soon after.

“look at him, getting all bothered—fuck—from a finger. ngh.” baekhyun teased, stopping himself just to release his own noises of pleasure, his fingernails scratching against his own lower back.

y/n went to tell him to shut up again when taeyong let out a whimper. his eyebrow quirked up, bringing his clean hand up to taeyong’s cheek, “you like when he talks like that?”

taeyong whined out, nodding his head and biting his lip as y/n sped his thrusts up for a split second. his hands were flat on his stomach, not knowing what to do with them. he wanted to grab onto the mattress, the pillow, y/n’s shoulders, arms—but he couldn’t make up his mind so he settled on clawing at the little fat on his stomach whenever he needed something to grab. y/n thought it was cute while baekhyun thought it was the hottest thing ever. taeyong was already dumb over some fingers?

“fuck he’s so hot, please let me fuck him, y/n!” baekhyun cried out, hips stuttering. he wasn’t anywhere near close but the sensation from the constant friction had dulled and his hips had tired from trying to get anything more than that.

“no,” y/n replied, giving a light slap to taeyong’s thigh when the boy’s hips jolted away from him at a particular thrust. “i’m the only one who gets to fuck him tonight, isn’t that right, yongie?”

taeyong hadn’t heard much of what y/n said, too focused on the coiling heat in his stomach; all he did was cry out a ‘yes’ as his toes curled.

y/n knew taeyong was close; his toes would curl up and his legs would get restless, pushing and pulling whatever was pleasuring him. so y/n teased the both of them.

“yongie’s gonna cum soon, hyung.” he taunted baekhyun, speeding his thrusts up to help push taeyong over the edge. and as y/n’s thrusts sped up, so did the volume of his moans—it drove baekhyun crazy and y/n knew that. baekhyun was hearing and seeing his best friend be fucked and he couldn’t do anything but rut against the blanket.

“mh, y/n i’m gonna cum too—” baekhyun whined out, ass cheeks clenching as he pushed his hips against the mattress. his high would have timed perfectly with taeyong’s, but the vibrator had finally fallen over from all the movement baekhyun was making and y/n had never heard the older groan out in such turmoil as he had in the moment his climax was ripped away from him.

taeyong, on the other hand, was arching and twisting as he came, face scrunching and ass gripping y/n’s fingers with a vice. he’d never cum in such a short time, but his orgasm wasn’t as powerful as it normally was, he noticed. yet it felt just as overwhelming how y/n kept thrusting his hand, jabbing at his prostate sometimes.

he knew he was being overstimulated, it’s something he avoided during sex with y/n because like he told baekhyun, it hurt.

so as his body spasmed and tried to pull away, he cried out in protest. “stop, stop, stop!”

and y/n slowed his thrusts almost to a halt when baekhyun sat up, struggling because of the binding and how numb his legs were. he had shuffled so that his knees were above taeyong’s head.

“don’t you fucking dare y/n. tae what's your color?”

he wasn’t even sure taeyong had heard him, but a few seconds later, taeyong gasped out ‘green’, a smirk coming to baekhyun’s face. “there you go,” he cooed, bending over to mouth his way down taeyong’s chest to play with his nipples before sitting straight again, watching the younger have the time of his life.

he was already twitching again moments later, the dry orgasm ripping through him as he hollered out. y/n slowed his thrusts to a stop before pulling his fingers out and pressing kisses all over taeyong’s thighs. the boy was completely fucked out.

“color?”

taeyong’s eyes were hooded as his head rolled in the direction of y/n’s voice. he tried to speak up but his breath caught in his throat and his chest heaved when he swallowed. ‘god, he’s down so bad,’ baekhyun thought as he looked at him.

y/n, being the more attentive of the two, softly called out to the younger and caressed his cheeks to try to bring him back. “hey, hey, yong? you alright?” he peppered kisses along tayeong’s forehead and cheeks as the younger let out a tired whimper.

“i’m okay,” his head lolled, contradicting his words. he was clenching around nothing and he felt like y/n”s fingers were still in him; so much so that his cock would slightly twitch toward his stomach every few seconds.

“look at him. he’s so far gone, isn’t he n/n?” baekhyun teased, taeyong gnawing on the air as his hips gave tiny thrusts to nothing. y/n thought he couldn’t get any harder than he was at the sight, absentmindedly coating his cock with lube.

baekhyun watched the male, letting out an exaggerated gasp to alert taeyong. taeyong only half-snapped out of his daze, but baekhyun’s next words couldn’t prepare him enough for what was to come, “y/n is going to fuck you raw.”

taeyong had never gone raw, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t y/n’s only partner; but he trusted y/n and baekhyun enough, at least at the moment. he really didn’t care, all he wanted was to be filled and fucked balls de—

“fuck!”

y/n’s hips met taeyong’s, the younger automatically locking his ankles behind his hips as y/n thrust slowly for a few seconds, letting taeyong adjust to the size difference. when taeyong became accustomed to the stretch he wanted more.

“more, want more.”

baekhyun, understanding just how taeyong was feeling and knowing y/n would bend to his every will, stepped in. “nope, y/n. don’t listen to him,” he sat on his knees next to taeyong, finally removing the hand cuffs before caressing taeyong’s cheek before squeezing his jaw, “you’re not in charge, are you?” taeyong only moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

baekhyun chuckled, landing a light tap on taeyong’s cheek for his attention yet again, “ah ah ah. look at me.” his tone was firm yet y/n paid him no mind, only looking at taeyong’s reaction. he wanted to tease him, he wanted to tease the both of them so badly; so he did.

he gave a single thrust, powerful enough to have taeyong’s body jolt upward and arms waving about next to baekhyun. the elder turned to y/n, mildly upset that he was disobeyed, “why’d you do that?”

y/n smirked, taeyong clenching and grinding against him, begging for him to move. y/n placed his palm on taeyong’s lower stomach, halting his movements as he closely watched baekhyun, waiting for the right moment to strike.

‘3…’ y/n began the countdown in his head.

‘2…’ baekhyun shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

‘1…’ baekhyun’s lips parted as he went to speak.

‘good boy.’

baekhyun let out a choked whine when y/n’s hand shot to his throat, his body being pushed backward on the mattress. as baekhyun whined, taeyong moaned—y/n’s hips meeting his as he leaned his weight forward to push baekhyun.

y/n watched as baekhyun’s face turned red and the veins in his jaw protruded, counting down 3 more seconds before loosening his grip almost completely, only leaving his thumb and middle finger to occasionally squeeze the sides of his neck.

“your hands just won’t stay still, yongie, will they?” he didn’t leave a moment for the younger to answer, grabbing taeyong’s wrist parallel to baekhyun, “open up, hyung.”

baekhyun’s mouth now fitted 4 of taeyong’s slender fingers, the tips of them grazing the back of his throat and several gags heaving in his throat. he swore he almost came when y/n tightened his grip around his neck, completely cutting off his air supply, his own hands flying to y/n’s wrist and eyes rolling back.

it was almost funny; baekhyun, the sex-crazed male who always had control over his body no matter what y/n gave him had been reduced to what taeyong was mere minutes ago—fucked dumb.

he felt like he’d champed his way through every kink he had, but this was new. and he was nowhere near done—not by y/n’s rules. baekhyun had taken a (failed) vibrator climax and almost 2 hands without cumming and all without penetration in his awaiting ass—the night was far from over. and if taeyong had to cum multiple times before baekhyun did, then so be it.

while baekhyun went through repetitive cutting off of his oxygen, taeyong had cum 2 more times, and each time his fingers slipped out of baekhyun’s mouth in an attempt to rationalize his own reaction to such an intense event. and each time it happened, y/n thrust harder and left his handprint on taeyong’s asscheek as a reminder that he didn’t have permission to remove his hand. by the time taeyong had cum a third time, he’d become nothing but an exhausted body staring at the ceiling. he and baekhyun were on the verge of passing out, but y/n knew their limits, pulling out of taeyong, releasing his grip, and pulling taeyong’s limp hand from baekhyun’s mouth.

he got down on his knees next to the bed, pulling baekhyun to rest his thighs on his shoulders before lathering hot kisses and swipes of his tongue to baekhyun’s hole. it took only two minutes before baekhyun’s hips were lifting off the bed and cum was shooting from his swollen tip. untamed grunts were leaving his mouth as his back arched, hands flying to y/n’s head. almost thirty seconds had passed and he still hadn’t stopped. but the last straw for his body was when y/n pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his middle and index fingers, prodding straight at his prostate. baekhyun could only inhale a gasp as his abs flexed and even more cum oozed from his burning tip, pooling at his navel. y/n pulled baekhyun’s cock to his lips, jerking it and sticking his tongue out to catch the shooting cream before standing up and crouching over taeyong, hand never stopping. he bought his mouth to taeyong, the younger not even registering the fact that they were kissing, baekhyun’s cum sliding off y/n’s tongue and mixing with taeyong’s saliva, gliding down his chin.

y/n waited until no more would come from baekhyun’s balls, before landing a hard slap to his ass, almost as if saying “good job.”

taeyong and baekhyun both exhaustedly rolled their heads toward each other, sharing a glance, “fucking hell.”

countdown to ten’s birthday: D-5 — ten + ig lives ♡

baekhyun rejecting you and not realizing how much you actually meant to him until he sees you with someone else — cue pouty byun — he’s upset bc he’s supposed to be your baby boy, not jongin. he proceeds to conduct a plan of some sort to try and seduce you. can it include degradation, spanking, and pegging? also anything else you see fit, thank you !

Sorry for the long wait. I also made this way too long so I'm gonna split this into two parts, I love Baekhyun a lot so I got a little bit carried away 😅. This first part doesn't really have any smut (unless you count the making out at the end) but it was already pretty long so that'll have to wait for part two. Hope you like it anyways 😊. (part 2)

(Y/F/S) - Your Favorite Show (or it could be a movie if you want)

Pairings: Sub!College Fuckboy!Baekhyun/Fem!Dom!Reader , Sub!FWB!Jongin/Reader

Love?

The sunlight blinded you as you awoke, turning to bury yourself in Baekhyun's chest but grunted in disappointment as you felt an empty space where he was supposed to be. You reluctantly stood up, shuffling out of the bedroom as you heard the t.v playing something in the living room. You turned the corner, happy to see Baekhyun giggling while watching a random episode of Knowing Brothers. 

     "Good morning." Baekhyun greeted once he saw you standing in the doorway. You lazily smiled and waved at him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion once you had realized how awkward he had suddenly become. 

     "You okay?" You asked as you sat down next to him. He let out a small sigh and turned to look at you with a serious expression. Oh god, had you done something wrong? You were trying to think of everything that had happened last night to see if you had done anything he was uncomfortable with, but nothing out of the ordinary had popped up.

     "I-I need to talk to you about something you said a few nights ago." He suddenly looked nervous, eyes darting around the room so he wouldn't have to look at you. You tilted your head, trying to think of what you could have possibly said to make the usually confident and bratty boy in front of you so nervous. "Originally I was thinking of just dismissing it, but I don't think it would be good for either of us if we keep doing this."

     "Doing what?" He finally looked in your eyes, his hands gesturing to both of you.

     "This! The sex, we shouldn't do it anymore." You felt your heart crack. You should have known that this was going to happen, that he would break it off. When you had first started fucking Baekhyun it was just that- sex with no emotions involved. He was the biggest fuckboy on campus whom you had met through your mutual friend Jongin. But as you kept hooking up, he would stay over most of the time and you would just talk to each other. Before you could stop it, you found yourself falling for the rambunctious boy. Jongin had told you multiple times to break it off because you would just hurt yourself in the end, but every time you tried, Baekhyun would somehow convince you to stay. So it was odd that he was stopping your hook-ups now, when as far as you know you didn't do anything.

     "What, why? Did I do something you weren't comfortable with? I told you that you could always let me know if I'm hurting you or doing anything you don't like." He let out a sigh and looked to the ceiling. 

     "No, it's not that." You grabbed his hands, making him look at you.

     "Then what did I do?" He looked away from you, an almost uncomfortable look on his face.

     "A few nights ago, at one of Chanyeol's parties, you had gotten really drunk so Jongin told me that I should take you home. Once I put you to bed and was about to leave, you grabbed my arm and started mumbling about something and you, uh- Y-you said…" he paused for a second to clear his throat. "Y-you said that you l-loved me and I-" After his statement you started to block out his words, your eyes widening as your hands fell limply to your sides. How stupid were you? Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still. You really should have taken Jongin's advice and left before you embarrassed yourself like this. By the time you had come back to your senses, you noticed that Baekhyun had left, leaving you alone in your room. 

     You sat there quietly for a few moments, letting the reality of what was happening sink in as the episode Baekhyun was watching continued to play in the background. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door. You were somewhat hesitant to stand up until you heard a familiar voice.

     "(Y/N)? Baekhyun came home and told me what happened. I brought food and ice cream if you want any." A soft smile spread across your face as you stood up, the sound of Jongin's voice comforting you slightly as you shuffled to the door. A smile lit up his face as soon as he saw you, his smile making you give him a smaller one in return. He walked inside, hurriedly placing the food on the table so he could wrap his arms around you. A quiet sigh escaped you as you pulled him closer, hugging him around his waist. 

     "Go ahead, you told me so, I know you wanna say it." He pulled back from the hug to hold your face in his hands with a smaller smile.

     "I'll say it later, I'd feel like an asshole if I said it now." He jokingly said as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You giggled softly in reply, following Jongin as he walked over to the couch with all the food in his hands. Neither of you said anything as he laid on the couch, letting you snuggle up to him as he changed the channel to play (Y/F/S).

     It only took a little over a month to get over what happened with Baekhyun. Now everything was back to how it was before you met him- you and Jongin would spend a lot of time together, hanging out or studying, the latter most often leading to him moaning and drooling underneath you. You started showing up to parties again, which would also lead to you taking Jongin home and fucking him anywhere you could. It was a surprise that you hadn't seen Baekhyun at any of the parties you had shown up to, though you had always heard from other people that he had been there. Then again you did tend to leave early, so you guessed that was the reason. 

     Baekhyun had also been alright since he had broken things off… for the most part. He kept telling himself that anyways. He got this weird feeling in his stomach whenever he had sex with any of the other girls that would swarm him at parties, an almost empty feeling. He didn't know what it was or what had caused it, but he kept pushing it to the back of his mind, hoping it would disappear after a while. He had noticed Jongin disappearing more often than usual but thought nothing of it, thinking he was just spending more time at his dance club that he was practically obsessed with. 

     You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before deciding it was acceptable and meeting Jongin outside. As soon as you sat down he started the car, driving to Sehun's house for the party he was throwing tonight. Both of you were laughing and screaming the lyrics to Super Junior's 'Black Suit' (the best song ever)  as Jongin pulled over and parked the car. You were hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol as soon as you entered the house, both you and Jongin heading straight for the kitchen to grab some drinks. 

     You were laughing at a random story Sehun told you guys when you saw someone staring at you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head, eyes widening in surprise once you met the gaze of Baekhyun. You shifted uncomfortably in your place before awkwardly waving in his direction. He seemed to snap out of his little trance and send you a smile that was just as awkward. You brought your attention back to Jongin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

     "Something wrong?" You asked once you noticed the small pout that had settled over his lips. 

     "Yes, your attention was somewhere besides me. I even dressed up all pretty for you." He said with a whine, gently brushing his lips over your jaw. You smirked with a quiet chuckle before reaching down and squeezing his ass, making him yelp in surprise. 

     "Jeez, such an attention whore aren't you baby?" He bit his lip, trying and failing to hold in a small giggle as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

     "Only for you mommy~."

      Baekhyun's jaw clenched as he watched your little interaction with Jongin. He didn't understand why he was so angry at him, it's not like he owned you or anything. Sure, you guys used to fuck all the time- and Baekhyun had convinced himself that you were probably the best fuck he had ever and will ever have- but that was over. He totally didn't miss you, or the way you would fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for days, making sure he understood that he belonged under you. Or the way you would whisper in his ear using that deep, husky voice that you knew would do things to him. Or how whenever you were done, no matter how hard you fucked him or how many bruises you left, you would always make sure he was okay with that soft smile, letting him cuddle up to you and bury his face in your neck, letting him inhale your comforting scent of your favorite vanilla perfume… or how if you woke up earlier than him you would make sure to leave him breakfast and watch his favorite movies with him, laughing about the stupidest things while stuffing your faces with your favorite foods and snacks… treating him like an actual person instead of just someone to use and leave once you were done… Nope. He didn't miss it at all. I mean, come on, it wasn't like he was in love with y- ...Oh fuck. Baekhyun almost choked on the beer he was drinking once the realization dawned on him. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop his eyes from shifting back to you. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he saw you laughing at something, a laugh that he used to be the cause of. God, love really fucking sucks.

     You heard Jongin snicker quietly next to your ear, making you turn to him confused. He didn't say anything but gestured behind you with a small smile. 

     "Looks like someone can't keep their eyes off of you." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before turning to look at your supposed admirer. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as your gaze met Baekhyun's, making him look away from you instantly. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to look at Jongin who had a smirk plastered on his face. He lightly pushed you in Baekhyun's direction. "Go ahead, I know you still like him. If he doesn't feel the same just come back to me." You lightly smiled at Jongin before taking a deep breath and walking to Baekhyun. You saw the boy's eyes widen as he saw you walk toward him before he seemed to calm down and lean against the wall. 

     "Hey." He greeted once he knew you were close enough. 

     "Hey." There was a short, awkward silence before Baekhyun cleared his throat.

     "So, you and Jongin. Is that why he's been disappearing more often?" You shrugged. 

     "Maybe. I don't really see how that's any of your business though." You said, watching the slight pout that appeared on his face as he looked away. You snickered. "Why, ya jealous?" He scoffed at your question, turning to look at you with a small fire in his eyes.

     "Jealous? Of him? Please, I know I could fuck anyone better than him any day. You know he isn't as good as me." He said with that cocky little smirk, one that you loved to wipe off his face as he begged beneath you. 

     "Oh really? I'm leaning towards Jongin, since he actually listens to me unlike some spoiled little brats that I know." He chuckled, placing his cup down on a nearby table before looking back at you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hands to make them rest on his waist, his eyes hooded and swimming with little sparks of defiance. He leaned forward so he was whispering in your ear.

     "Oh please, we both know how much you love to put me in my place. To throw me down and spank me until I can't sit, until I'm begging for you to fuck me. How you call me your pretty little slut as I take you cock like a good boy, all for you. And I know how much you loved my moans and screams as you fuck me as hard as you can into the mattress, making sure I know my place. He can't give you that satisfaction now, can he?" He smirked as he saw how dilated your pupil had become, moving your hands down to squeeze his ass. "While I may not be as obedient as Jongin, I can still be a good little cockslut for you mommy." A shiver shot down your spine, making you unintentionally squeeze his ass. He whimpered as he squeezed your shoulders, the look in his eyes making him seem so innocent though you both knew that was far from the truth. You pinned him to the wall he was leaning against a minute ago, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging it to the side so you could expose his neck. He whined at the slight painful pleasure that shot through his body, quivering in anticipation as you leaned into his neck, brushing your lips lightly over the skin. 

     "Fuck, I almost forgot how much of a needy little whore you were." You muttered before biting and sucking a spot on his neck, making sure it would leave a mark. He whimpered, gripping onto your shoulders tightly and bucking his hips into yours. You pulled away for a second, turning your head to lock eyes with Jongin to make sure he was okay. Jongin simply smiled, giving you two thumbs up and mouthing the words 'get some' which almost made you laugh. After the confirmation you turned back to Baekhyun, smirking at the needy mess you had already made of him.

     "So, my place or yours?"