Yuta X Blonde Highlights

yuta x blonde highlights

found you again

◚ requested

→ i love your writing style! my request would be something with (sub) taeyong where reader and him are exes who had to break up due to career reasons but years later they meet again and realize they're still in love and makeup? you can play with the concept as it suits you of course, thank you!

✄┈ warnings/tags: so sorry for the wait and also the shitty ending TT not edited

↬ word count: 4.8k

↬ published: 03.01.22

a young man stared at the flashing lights in front of him, professional eyes catching each lens as he fixed his pose every few seconds. "mr. lee, over here!" multiple varieties of the phrase seemed to be shouted at once, each photographer trying to catch the man's attention. "marvelous! you look wonderful, mr. lee." he endured these comments for a minute more, silently wondering when this nightmare would all be over.

he couldn’t even tell where he was looking, eyes blinded and ears deafened by the commands being thrown his way left and right. while this was all too familiar for him, he couldn’t help but feel ridiculed under the lights. it strangely brought him back to a moment he wanted to forget and remember all at the same time. he tolerated the environment for what seemed like an eternity longer before bowing his head, eyes squeezing shut in an embrace with darkness. his head stayed bowed less than five seconds before he turned, numb legs shuffling him away from being the center of attention. he felt like bile could rise from his throat at any moment, throat closing and eyes watering—he couldn’t breathe.

he kept low, finally letting his exterior crack in the slightest when he was shielded by the embrace of who he figured was his bodyguard. he didn’t know where he was being escorted to—all he cared for was his legs not letting out on him and the cameras not capturing the moment of this downfall.

fingertips steadily tapped along his arm as he was moved almost in a calming “i’m here” notion and the tempo served as a guide to his unbalanced breathing.

in through your nose.

out your mouth.

in.

out.

in…

it was when he was deafened by silence and blinded by darkness that he collapsed.

“i’m serious doyoung!” taeyong whisper yelled to his best friend.

“sure, whatever you say, taeyong. you’re not single and i can’t sing.”

“i’m telling the truth, we’ve been dating for a month.”

“as i said—”

all of a sudden the door to the classroom was forced open presenting a student frantically looking around. once their eyes met taeyong’s, an alarming smirk overtook their features, “lee taeyong, y/n is looking for you.”

a chorus of gasps sounded, the students whispering amongst themselves, “y/n from class 1a?!”

taeyong gained a bashful glow to his cheeks before he stuck his tongue out at his friend and left to where he was beckoned. he stepped foot outside his classroom door meeting y/n soon in the hallway. the students from taeyong’s class peeked their heads from any opening, curious as to what was going to happen.

y/n lowered his book, a kind smile gracing his features as he walked up to taeyong, “hi.”

“oh my gosh, he said hi to him!” someone fawned in the background, hushed yells being aimed at them for ‘blowing their cover,’ as if multiple heads peeking into a hallway wasn’t obvious to the eye.

“hello.”

sunlight ricocheted off the blinding white of snow. two boys sat upon the iced blanket, thick coats shielding their skin and fleece scarves flowing about in a weak attempt at protecting their winter-bitten noses. however, the boys seemed to pay no mind to the cold, bodies warmed by the emanation of romance.

y/n sniffled and looked over at taeyong, “what time should i have you home by?”

taeyong looked up at the sky, leaning back on his arms. the hard snow crunched under his movement, filling the silence. y/n waited for his answer, eyes set on the younger in a warm gaze, while taeyong just waved his head side to side before looking at y/n and smiling, “can you stay the night?”

a toothy grin plopped on y/n’s lips at the unexpected response, “you didn’t even answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer mine,” taeyong stuck his tongue out.

y/n raised his eyebrows as a ‘yes’ and taeyong giggled, starting to get up. “good because i have to be home in 10 minutes.”

“what?!”

y/n scrambled to get up with him, struggling because of the thick coat he had on. “why didn’t you say something?”

taeyong shrugged his shoulders, turning around to walk backward as y/n followed him, “i lost track of time.” y/n stared at him, dumbfounded; but the large smile and glittery eyes the younger held washed away all the panic and frustration he was starting to feel.

they arrived at taeyong’s house with only a half-minute to spare at the cost of tight lungs from their legs reaching speeds they thought impossible and the soreness of their hands and knees from slipping and falling on the ice, but it was worth-it when taeyong’s parents deemed y/n trustworthy enough to stay a night in their home—especially on a school night.

after stuffing their bellies full of the kimchi soup and rice taeyong’s mother so graciously served up, they were now settled in taeyong’s room with a certain privilege that made their teenage hearts alight with rebellious romance: they could keep the door closed.

taeyong would tease his older sister about being able to have the door closed when his boyfriend was over but even she didn’t know he was gay, so he’d have to keep the taunting to himself for now.

and after making sure no one was around his door, the fun could begin.

taeyong was sitting shyly next to y/n on his bed, looking around every corner of the room to try and keep his eyes off his boyfriend. boyfriend, the word made him feel giddy. this was his first relationship and what surprised him, even more, was that the school’s it-boy liked him back.

“so…” they both began, a blush settling on taeyong’s cheeks while y/n softly smiled, urging the other to go first.

taeyong cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair in nervousness. “uh, so… do you…” come on, come on, he begged himself not to screw this up, “d-do you…” he palmed his forehead in frustration at not being able to spit it out.

“i don’t know why i’m so embarrassed to ask,” he began to audibly mumble to himself, “you’re my boyfriend already, i mean how hard should it be to ask your boyfriend to kiss you? i know it’s our first kiss, but sti—”

a breathy laugh left y/n’s lips at the boy’s unintentional confession, placing his hands on taeyong’s cheeks before bringing their lips together, the younger letting out a gasp and eyelids fluttering close. y/n pulled back after a second, thumb swiping across his boyfriend’s cheek, “was that okay?” taeyong opened his eyelids, lips stuttering as he rapidly nodded his head. the hair on the back of his head shook with each nod, y/n noticing and bringing his palm to rest on the back of his head, a giddy smile on his face at how cute the boy was.

taeyong closed his eyes again and puckered his lips, y/n cheesing before bringing their lips together once more. taeyong let y/n take control of the kiss, his head being tilted by the hands on his cheeks, a soft hum leaving his lips as his tongue met y/n’s.

‘oh my gosh, is your first kiss supposed to be this good?’ taeyong thought to himself; all the first kiss stories he heard were horrible. well, doyoung’s was the only one he heard about… and his sister when she came home crying about how bad her first kiss was to her mother… but hearing about how first kisses are messy, teeth bump and you hit each other with your noses doesn’t exactly make your mind prepare for the best.

but this kiss, this kiss felt like even taeyong was experienced. why was y/n so good at guiding him so smoothly?

taeyong started to recline onto the mattress when his door opened. he and y/n pulled away with a quickness, looking to see who had caught them. taeyong’s eyes widened as if the world had ended because lo and behold, there stood his mother, a fruit tray in hand and eyes wide as saucers. he scrambled off the bed, calling out to her when she gave an awkward smile, setting the tray of fruit on the desk by the door, “…just keep the door open from now on please, son.”

the two boys watched as she disappeared from the door frame. they sat like that for a moment, trying to register just what had happened. taeyong turned around, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in shock before he made eye contact with y/n and the two burst into laughter.

“i heard a marine is coming to try and recruit students.” doyoung ate a spoonful of rice as he spoke, a grain being swept from his lip by his tongue.

“really? the marines? i heard that’s the toughest military branch.” taeyong peaked up, giving y/n a giddy smile when the older had placed some of his lunch on taeyong’s tray. today they were serving his favorite, fried pork, and y/n gave him some of his!

y/n joined the conversation so smoothly it shocked the two. “i go to boot camp in three months.”

taeyong dropped the meat from his chopsticks, turning to y/n, “what do you mean?”

“he just said—”

“i’m going to boot camp in three months. i’m joining the marines after we graduate.” y/n ate a spoonful of soup, a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“well how long will that be? i won’t be able to see you every day?”

y/n smiled at taeyong, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair. “5 weeks for boot camp and then after that, i’ll do the eighteen months.”

taeyong stared at him with a sad gaze, “but why so soon after school?”

y/n shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of soup, “i figured why not do my service while i’m young and before any other major life events happen.”

at this, taeyong went quiet and the three ate their lunch in silence.

after school, taeyong went to doyoung’s house, giving a farewell hug to y/n before he left on his bike.

doyoung and taeyong were lying on doyoung’s bed, taeyong pouting and spilling his concerns to the younger. “why does he want to go so soon? i mean, we just reached our one-month anniversary and he wants to go to the marines before we’ve even reached half a year?” the boy was curled on his side, glasses shifting awkwardly against his face as his head met the mattress.

“well, i mean you heard him. he wants to get his service over with before he has to face the real world.” doyoung tried to rationalize, finding taeyong’s complaining to be a bit childish, “and besides, like you said, you’ve only been dating for like a month. think of it as a test to your relationship.”

“why do we need our relationship tested?” taeyong was bewildered; how could his best friend even say something like that?

“it doesn’t have to be tested, but even couples who’ve been together for more than a year break up when the guy goes to the army because someone cheats or something. so if you, who’s only been dating for a month, can wait two years for him, what does that say about your relationship?” to taeyong, the words coming from doyoung’s mouth were absolute bullshit.

“what is wrong with you? are you being like this because you’re single?”

doyoung placed a hand over his heart from where he lay, feign offense being expressed on his face. “ouch, what a low blow, yong. no! i’m telling you to suck it up, because you’re acting like you don’t have to serve as well. he’s just getting it over with while he’s in his prime physicality.”

taeyong went quiet for a moment when all of a sudden a loud groan left his mouth. “i hate it when you make sense.” doyoung stuck his tongue out, leaning over to grab his phone.

“are you doing anything tomorrow?” it was going to be saturday. a day off from school and a day off from studying—what a dream. granted, doyoung and taeyong didn’t study as much as their parents would have liked them to, but they still got decent grades.

at doyoung’s question, taeyong seemed to perk up as if he had remembered something important, “yes! i’m going to hang out with y/n.” all disdain toward the situation with y/n seemed to disappear as he recalled the plans he’d made with his boyfriend, brain once again muddled over with the footprints of y/n’s being.

doyoung, somewhat expecting the answer, rolled his eyes playfully, “of course.” he locked his hands behind his head, letting his body relax further into the mattress before a mischievous smirk embraced his lips, “you know, i’ll have to fight y/n before he goes to training and gets even stronger.”

taeyong raised a brow at the younger, looking over at him, “and why is that?”

and doyoung replied “he’s stealing my best friend from me,” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. taeyong, finding humor in doyoung, laughed and landed a smack on the boy’s arm.

“shut up.”

the next day, taeyong and y/n had met up as planned, walking through a small street filled with shops. they had come across a turkish ice cream stand, taeyong begging y/n to buy him ice cream from there. y/n did so without hesitation, filming and laughing at taeyong try and catch the cone from the vendor.

“stop making fun of me,” taeyong giggled, throwing both hands out toward the cone to try and get it.

“you’re so cute,” y/n cooed, filming the younger. his hand reached out, swiping taeyong’s hair out of his eye, a bright smile on his face.

the vendor eyed the two, a knowing look on his face. he let out a short chortle, finally letting taeyong get the ice cream and taking the payment from y/n.

some hours later, when the sun was just barely beginning to set, the boys had settled on an outdoor table with an umbrella to hide them from the sun’s dying rays.

“i had a lot of fun today, n/n.”

y/n looked at him with an endearing smile, watching the younger bite at the food he bought him minutes ago, “i’m glad you did.”

they sat for minutes longer, basking in the warm afterglow and watching the people walk by, wrapped in their own little worlds. they were just happily sitting together, minds clouded with nothing but satisfaction at their weekend and time spent together. their minds were so clouded in fact, they hadn’t seen the woman walking up to them, legs clad in suit pants and torso fitted with a light blouse.

she was a very beautiful woman: had an authoritative aura to her yet still felt friendly.

and when she had walked up to them and fixed her lips to speak her next words, the turmoil would begin in their relationship.

“do you know the big 3?”

a loud ringing seemed to steadily pulse in the air and taeyong wanted to scream at how it had no regard for his pounding headache or sensitive ears.

why won’t this stupid alarm turn off? he growled to himself, hand shooting out in the proximity around him, feeling around for his alarm clock. but as his arm stretched out, he let out a hiss as there was a painful pulling at the inner crease of his elbow.

keeping his eyes closed and figuring it was just some muscle strain, he let his arm plop back down on the bed. it’ll turn off by itself.

when his arm went down, however, another foreign feeling interrupted him. his fingers clenched and unclenched around the object that was lying right next to his hip, trying to decipher what it was. it took only a few seconds for him to realize it was a human hand, his heart jumping in his throat and body freezing. who is in my bed? did i sleep with someone and forge—

“you’re awake?”

taeyong caught his breath at the voice. it was deep, manly—almost as if it was his first time talking… did he just wake up too?

he opened his eyes, flinching at the bright light in front of him before looking around him. he saw childish paintings on the wall, a leather sofa in the corner of the room, and a small tv hanging above a cabinet.

“why am i in the hospital?” he hadn’t looked at the man yet, but felt comfort in the way his hand was gently being held. it felt familiar, for some reason.

“you blacked out. had a panic attack.”

taeyong’s shoulders tensed, “what about the paparazzi? did they see?” he could hear the breathing of the man, still not looking at him. he couldn't place his finger on it but he was scared to look at him.

“no. i carried you to my car.”

taeyong swallowed thickly, nodding his head and pulling his hand from the man, fingers twitching at the loss of such warm accompaniment. “thank you. i will tell your agency to give you a bonus for your generosity.”

the man fell silent, looking at his empty hands before clasping them together and leaning his head on them.

ten seconds passed of a seemingly minutes long silence before the words just slipped past the man’s mouth after a fit of contemplation.

“for fucks sake, taeyong. can you please just look at me?” his voice broke as he begged.

taeyong swallowed thickly, a tear sliding down his trembling cheek. he knew. “no… y/n.”

the man stared at taeyong in desperation. “please.”

he shook his head, thumbing the tears from his cheeks, “uh-uh.”

y/n sighed, grabbing taeyong’s hand and squeezing his fingers. “why?” taeyong wanted to cry out when he felt a tear hit his fingertips; a tear that wasn’t his.

he shakily inhaled, free hand rapidly wiping at his face as the tears jumped from his waterline, almost as if signifying a surrender.

“because,” he hiccuped, “then i’ll remember it all over again.”

that’s what y/n wanted… and somewhere within, taeyong did too.

“you’re what?!” doyoung yelled out in exasperation, grabbing taeyong by the shoulders and shaking him.

it seemed like taeyong was surprising doyoung quite a lot lately…

“some entertainment company street casted me,” he said as if it were the most casual of sentences.

“are you for real? can you tell them about me? like you won’t audition unless i can too?” doyoung forever fancied singing and had quite the talent for it, taeyong didn’t hesitate to admit. but there was one thing…

“who said i was going to audition?”

“what do you mean?” doyoung thought he had just said the silliest combination of words. “what company was it?”

maybe the company was some noob one, a company that was just going to scam them without facing repercussions because of how little public influence they have.

taeyong looked up to the ceiling, trying to recall the company name. “kbs, mbc… or was it sbs?”

“those are broadcasting stations…”

taeyong’s head tilted to the side, “eh? the lady asked me if i knew what the big three was. aren’t those it?”

doyoung stared at him dumbfounded. “you dumb fuck.”

following taeyong and doyoung’s auditions, the night seemed to settle with cooler caresses and gentle breezes. taeyong called y/n, asking him to hang out with him to ease his mind off the audition. and despite feeling as if the world was caving around him, taeyong felt rather euphoric in the moment, despite the plastic seat of the playground swings digging uncomfortably into his hips.

taeyong swaying back and forth in the wind, lips wrapped around popsicles and numbed by the cold. y/n stood behind him, gently pushing the swing every few seconds. it felt like a moment of childish fun, but the reality of the situation kicked in after a few minutes of lighthearted giggling.

“how’d the audition go?” y/n asked cautiously and taeyong planted his feet on the ground, holding onto the metal chains of the swing. he looked down, kicking at the slushed ground and finishing his popsicle. he had mumbled out a response that fell upon y/n’s ears, the boy shuffling in front of his boyfriend. “what?”

taeyong huffed, his breath leaving evidence of his reaction. “horrible.”

a sympathetic look crossed y/n’s face. he crouched in front of taeyong, his unopened popsicle in hand. he looked up at taeyong, meeting his eyes and bringing his hand up in offering. taeyong’s bottom lip jutted in a pout, body twisting side to side on the swing. y/n picked up on what he was hinting at, laughing and opening the popsicle for him before raising it to his mouth. taeyong leaned forward, licking at the popsicle.

“why didn’t you eat it?” he questioned before going back to the iced treat.

y/n gushed at his cuteness, ruffling taeyong’s hair while responding, “it’s too cold outside for ice cream.”

“it is not!” he laughed. y/n shrugged, hugging himself with one arm while the other still held the popsicle. this felt like the most fun either of them had had in forever. y/n had been studying like crazy the whole time he was in school—there’s a reason he’s in the top 5–and taeyong had been wrapped up in the audition, trying to find some material that’d make him at least seem better than he was.

“what makes you say the audition was horrible?” y/n had now moved to sitting down, with his chin in the crevice of taeyong’s knees.

the boy’s shoulders slumped; “the whole thing! i tripped while i was dancing and no one told me that i had to choose the song to sing!”

y/n nodded along, lips parting when taeyong revealed he wasn’t prepared in the slightest. “so what happened after that?”

taeyong, who was taking another bite of the popsicle squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he recalled the day. he bought his fist to his temple and knocked it a few times, each hit being emphasized with a “stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“i sang the freaking national anthem…”

y/n looked up at him, lips creasing as he held in a laugh. but it was no use as he fell onto his back, limbs spreading out and tearful laughter escaping his throat. taeyong pouted, hopping off the swing and crawling over y/n, snatching the popsicle from his hand and sucking the remnants of the sweet treat.

he landed a slap on y/n’s chest before moving to lie on top of him. the ground was cold against y/n’s back, but his sweater provided enough coverage. y/n swiped the hair from taeyong’s face, a smile on his lips. “well, when you become famous, mr. national anthem,” y/n looked down at him with a bright smile, eyes turning cherry in the cold, night air, “don’t forget me.”

taeyong gasped in horror, “are you crazy?”

“only for you.” y/n was never really one for cheesiness, but he had his moments—and boy, they made taeyong fall even more for him. the younger squealed out, hugging y/n even tighter.

“you’re so cute!” he peppered kisses all over his face before planting his sweet lips on y/n’s. y/n kissed back, a smile on his lips.

almost two months had passed before the final results of doyoung and taeyong’s tedious audition were mailed to them. neither of them opened the letters when they first came in, wanting to share the moment together and open them with each other. hence, taeyong, his family, and doyoung were huddled around their living room. y/n was on his way for moral support as well.

taeyong’s parents stood by, excited for their son; he’d found something he could be passionate about. they would support him no matter what.

when y/n finally arrived, taeyong about fell to his knees dragging him to the living room. “oh, i’m so nervous. hurry!”

“why are you rushing me? you’re the one opening the letter!” y/n retorted, flinching at taeyong’s hands slapping at his shoulders.

“quit!” doyoung spoke up, smiling once all eyes were on him, “come on taeyong. this is a big moment. put your big boy pants on and let’s do this,” he thrust a fist in the air.

everyone held their breaths when taeyong and doyoung dug their thumbs into the envelopes, tearing away at the glue and pulling out the folded pieces of paper.

“mr. lee taeyong, we are delighted to inform you that your final stage audition on the 12th of february 2013 has been received with great expectation…”

“and as of the fifth of april 2013, you are an official trainee of sm entertainment—oh my gosh! we got in!” doyoung threw the paper over his shoulder, jumping into taeyong’s arms.

everyone cheered for the two, genuinely happy for their acceptance. y/n waited until the two were done hugging before he engulfed taeyong in a warm hug. taeyong, excited and overwhelmed with emotions, seemed to devour the warmth and familiarity, becoming smaller in y/n’s arms.

y/n’s lips hovered by taeyong’s ear, “congratulations, yong. i told you you would make it!” and taeyong held him tighter, not wanting to let go.

“thank you,” he hid his face in y/n’s neck, everyone around them gleaming at their friendship.

after the night was over, taeyong and y/n were cuddled and asleep in his room, nothing but happiness fueling their minds and cake and ice cream settling in their bellies.

y/n could only look at him with anger and regret; and as much as he wanted to be mad at taeyong, he could only be mad at himself because he let him get away. no matter how the story was told, y/n was the first to give up, in his mind.

“why don’t you want to remember?”

taeyong shook his head, wiping the tears from his cheeks once again, “because i hurt you and i can never forgive myself for being so stupid.”

y/n wanted to resent taeyong when just before his debut, he told him they could no longer be together. what made it even more destructive for the two was that y/n was just starting his service in the marine corps. if the years to come weren’t physically taxing enough, taeyong had just made it mentally and emotionally worse.

it was partially taeyong’s fault—the ceo of his company had forbidden him from dating, much less with a man. and he’d taken advantage of taeyong’s situation, letting him train for so long without any mention of a dating ban just to tell him “if you want to debut, you can’t be gay.” y/n hated taeyong more than the ceo at that point in time—“how could you throw away what we have just to dance and sing” but it had become taeyong’s dream.

he had no dream when he was in school and if this was the easiest way out to provide for his family, it was worth the risk to him. but now, being in the same room as y/n after all these years made him realize just how stupid he was as a kid. he’d left behind the best thing he had in life for this. he loved being an idol, no doubt, but he felt lonely—never having a moment of privacy or anyone to come home to after a hard day—he just missed y/n.

“i’m sorry.” taeyong spoke after moments of silence, twiddling his thumbs. “i’m sorry for hurting you and leaving you.” he looked up at y/n.

y/n smiled shallowly, taking taeyong’s hands in his again. “it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i loved you and i was stupid to just abandon you like that.” and while taeyong meant to only explain himself, he seemed to dig himself a deeper hole because y/n sighed and let go of his hands, running his own through his hair in silent frustration.

“you loved me?”

“no. i love you. i loved you then and i still do to this day. that’s why i regret it so much.” he watched for any expressions on y/n’s face, but when it didn’t change for some time he quickly followed with, “you don’t have to love me back, i just want you to know i never stopped.”

“i never said i stopped either, yong.”

This is the second part of a request someone asked for (the first part is here). As I stated in the other part, I absolutely love Baekhyun so I got really into writing this 😂😅. First my heart went 🥵🤤🔥 then it went 🥺💞🥰 so get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions :) (part 1)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!college fuckboy!Baekhyun, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, mommy kink, VERY rough sex, and VERY fluffy aftercare.

Love? (Part 2)

Baekhyun let out a loud whimper into your mouth as you slammed him against the wall in your hallway. The kiss was intense, teeth clashing together as your tongues fought for dominance even though you both knew who would win. You only pulled away for a second to pull his shirt over his head before he leaned forward to kiss you again. You let out a surprised grunt, pulling away slightly to giggle at his enthusiasm. 

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「1:19 AM」 → In which your boyfriend, Lee Jeno, makes it a challenge for you to ride him and not have your glasses slip off | smut

inspired by this jeno mb, look how hot he is please !!!

warnings | fem reader & afab, dom/sub dynamic, penetrative sex, riding, mentions of punishment, mentions of marking, slightly bratty reader, jeno is a little shit, implied edging, slight asphyxiation, use of the word "slut"

note | i've been <333 at jeno ngl he's so fine and yes i purposefully made it 1:19 AM because of the song 119 it's so sexy

smut under the cut, minors dni

"You're doing awfully well, sweetie." Jeno smiled, almost as if he was unfazed by the fact you were eagerly riding his cock, trying desperately to win the challenge.

"I fu—cking hate you, Jeno." you spoke out, trying to be as controlled as possible, attempting to mirror his calm demeanour regardless of the fact that he felt amazing in you.

And it felt even better since you were taking matters into your own pacing. With one condition.

Jeno, despite he himself not needing his glasses anymore, loved whenever you wore yours. To him, you looked pretty (given that he found you pretty all the time). And earlier today, he had made a request that he wanted to fuck you in them. Which you interjected back with requesting to ride him.

You liked to do so, even if it meant you did a little more work, because of how fine he looked when he was laying down, looking up at you with eager eyes. Not to mention his strong hands on your thighs, hips, or waist, gripping you.

Because your boyfriend had a bit of a competitive nature in him, he made an ultimatum out of both your requests. You were allowed to cum immediately when riding him, without edging, if you managed to keep your glasses on while doing so.

If you succeeded in doing so, bonus "points" if you made Jeno cum before yourself, he would do anything you asked for the next time the two of you had sex. However, if your glasses came off, he would be allowed to edge you for as long as he wanted—even if it meant you wouldn't cum at all that night.

Nonetheless, keeping them on was harder than you thought.

The worked up, thin sheen of sweat that sex caused, especially since you were riding Jeno, on your body wasn't helping. Let alone whenever you wanted to look down at him, desiring to see his bare chest heaving, a chain decorating his neck alongside the hickeys you had left.

But, you were determined.

"Shit, that feels good, baby." Jeno admitted when you clenched around him on purpose, your wet cunt engulfing him whole.

You looked at his eyebrows contort in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he hissed, eyes only half open to stare at you. Your hands were on his chest, near his shoulders, while his were rubbing up and down your moving thighs.

And just like Jeno, you were feeling just as euphoric, somehow the situation arousing you even more.

It didn't help that his hair slightly stuck to his forehead, long enough to almost shade his face, but just enough to make it seem as if he was peering at you, a hungry and lust-filled look supported by how handsome your boyfriend was.

You could feel your glasses slipping, a slight fog even appearing on the lenses because of the intensity of your actions. Skin-to-skin slapping and your moans were already filling the room, but now that Jeno was beginning to get into the heat, his deep grunts mixed into the sex—further turning you on.

You could feel your nose bridge losing grip on them, making you try to keep your head still in the midst of your constant movements.

Unfortunately, Jeno took notice. And he didn't mind cheating a little in this game.

Moving up on his own, he brought you with him as he scooted up to sit against the headboard. You were breathless, and a bit confused, but continued nonetheless once he was settled.

However, a surge of sensitivity ran through your nerves when Jeno held your tits, both his thumbs playing with each of your previously neglected buds. You audibly gasped and halted your hips, keeping still against his abdomen.

"Jeno—" you said his name in such a manner that made him chuckle cockily, knowing well he was making you feel good.

"How about I do..." he pondered for a bit, before sinking his hips down against the bed, before harshly pushing into you, "This?"

"O—oh my god." you moaned out, the tip of his cock hitting forcibly against that one spot, making your upper body react to the attention to both your breasts and pussy.

And you could barely watch when you felt your glasses come off, eyes hazy from the satisfaction, the pair falling on his toned stomach as if to mock you.

"Looks like I win, princess." he teasingly declared while coming closer to you. Even when he was under you, staring up at you, Jeno always seemed to know how to put you in your place.

How to make you succumb to him.

You were still trying to catch your breath, the walls of your cunt pulsating against his cock, wanting to move again or have him pound into you. You needed more friction. You needed to cum.

But that wasn't in the deal.

That wasn't promised the second your glasses slipped off.

It was even worse that you were feeding your boyfriend's ego. It took him one assertive move for them to come off, and for you to lose to him. And he knew it all too well that you wouldn't even care after a while as long as his cock was in you.

Jeno straightened his back, coming near to your face as he placed a number of gentle kisses against your jaw.

His hand, however, was contradicting his "sympathetic" pecks on your skin when it moved your hair away from your neck. Which was the peace before he spread his fingers around your throat, gripping the sides.

Your breath hitched, guiltily enjoying the feeling.

He stopped the kisses, pulling you down with his grip, your forehead now against his. You could see his lips upturning into a devious smirk, smug and sultry as he spoke;

"You knew damn well you couldn't win against me, sweetie. You're too much of a slut for me to not cave to my fucking cock."

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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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?"