My Poor Baby Needs A Dimension Where He Is Atleast Free

My Poor Baby needs a dimension where he is atleast free🥺

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

So u remember my ultimate love darling but what about this Jaehyun who is staring at my soul intently because it’s his day….anyways happy Valentine’s Day to u too baby😏

Nomin Era in glasses🤓

Who allowed them to show up like this casually on the show???

What about my mental health!!!!

No Manners

Baekhyun/Reader/Taeyong Leader kink. Graphic Smut. Fingering, oral, dirty talk. Possessive  behavior. Touring with SuperM was a thrill. You got to do what you love: dance. Baekhyun got to grind on you on and offstage. And well, you could use the distraction. The member you caught feelings for didn’t give you the time of day– until he realized you were sleeping with his leader. 

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The minute we step off the stage into the shadows, I let out a breath of weariness, and feel Baekhyun tighten his grip on my wrist. Suddenly I’m tugged into the shadows of the deserted back wing and his body is pressed to mine. Warm, slightly damp from the aftermath of our performance. I can feel the electricity, the rush of the stage raging within him and between us as his lips meet mine. They’re hungry, excited. I lose track of time as my blood races, his tongue slipping into my mouth seeming to devour mine. His plump lips form a smirk as he pulls away slightly, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths ragged. He gazes down at me, eyes alluring, pinning me down to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I needed to do that. Feel like that was one of our best stages together…”

He wasn’t wrong. Every night performing “U.N. Village” was a thrill— but  the chemistry and tension tonight was different. Maybe it had something to do with last night, staying up to watch the sun rise from his hotel room. My attraction to him was sky-rocketing and it was more than easy to slip into the sexual fantasy while we intertwined our bodies onstage. I nearly feared the body language would be too evident to a watchful fan but Baekhyun always knew how to channel that energy toward the audience.

He brushes his lips against my forehead before dislodging completely, giving me a final glittering  stare before disappearing to prepare for his next stage. I exit through another door, dragging my tired body to my dressing room, the weight of Baekhyun still warming my insides. I feel hotter than usual after a performance. Once I finally make it inside, I nearly choke on the water I’m gulping in earnest when Lee Taeyong’s lean frame greets me. He’s fully dressed, stage make up and hair in place. His presence seems to fill the room.

He doesn’t look happy, expression creasing into a scowl.

“Hey… shouldn’t you be warming up?”

I drop into a chair, grabbing a clean towel to pat my face down. He seems to bristle, but my stage high is racing, a smile can’t seem to leave my face.

“I needed to talk to you.”

I sit up a little straighter, forcing myself to focus.

“Okay, but right now?” It was the middle of the show.

His scowl deepens, arms seeming to cross more tightly across his chest. I meet his eyes and feel concerned— it’s rare to see him so angry.

“Tae, what’s wrong?”

“I watched your performance today.”

I raise my eyebrows, standing from my seat, aimlessly grabbing clean clothes from my vanity.  I can feel the shift in the air at his words. There’s a pause before he continues to speak.

“And, I saw you two. After.”

I look up from my vanity, my eyes meeting his in the mirror. His large eyes look dark, eyebrows framing them in evident anger. My own probably betray my guilt but I can’t seem to look away from him to look at my own reflection. My body seems to freeze under his heavy glare.

“I saw you kissing.”

I turn around to face him, the silence seeming to stretch. His arms drop to his sides but his hands ball into fists. One lapse of carelessness and we’d been discovered. I curse Baekhyun mentally for not restraining himself.

“Taeyong… you can’t tell anyone.”

“Why him?”

I blink, staring at him.

“What?”

“Why Baekhyun.” His teeth seem to bare at me, jaw twitching in annoyance.

I flounder at his question, his reaction starting to muddle my panic. Did he care I was interfering with the group, or was that jealousy I was sensing?

“Why does it matter…”

“Because—“ he unclenches his fist, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. His mouth opens and then closes as if he’s changed his mind on what to say and I begin to throw my clothes and shower things into a bag. “I don’t want you dating someone in my group.”

I knew it. I sling my bag on my shoulder fixing Taeyong with a stare.

“First of all, we aren’t dating. If that’s what you’re worried about. Second, this is really none of your business.”

His anger seems to intensify, he takes a step forward and I back up against my vanity unconsciously.

“So you’re just fucking him? God, that’s even worse.” The look of judgement on his face seems to seer into my skin, and I feel myself growing hot in anger.

“Fuck you, Taeyong.”

I shove to move past him, to get away and out of the room but his body blocks my escape cornering me against the vanity. I glare up at him but from this angle he’s much taller and his dominance reigns which only infuriates me more. I shove at his chest but his hands circle my wrists, forcing them down against the countertop and holding them there. His body looms over me and a shocked jolt runs through me that stops somewhere inside in my throat. He really was angry. Taeyong was not the type to be physical. I seem to suddenly simmer, pliant in his surprisingly strong hands. My eyes widen as we stare at one another.

“You deserve better than that…”

His eyes are blown, dark, but seem to soften just slightly. I remain stiff under his hold, finding it difficult to think or speak, our gaze never breaking. 

Slowly he leans his face down to hover over mine, his eyes slowly tracing my face. My pulse speeds up and I wonder if he can feel it under his fingers. This is the closest he’s ever been to me, and I can feel my resolve breaking. His sudden anger and possessiveness driving Baekhyun out of my mind. How could he act this way? After all this time of being nearly invisible to him. Was he jealous? Did he know all this time how I felt about him? If he knew, he never showed it.

“You want to know why? Because, I like Baekhyun.”

Taeyong growls and I nearly whimper in response. I’d never seen him like this before. Our eyes meet, and I feel the burning need to be chased. I feel indignant, knowing he only wants me now because someone else has my attention. Because suddenly, its not about him.

“If you saw us earlier, then you should know that. I like him, I like the way he moves, the way he kisses.” His grip becomes painful.

For a horrible moment his body feels so tense against mine, I’m afraid of what he’ll do next. But the next second he releases me, taking a step back to glare at me. He seems to weigh his next words.

“Fine. If you’re just slutting around with him, it should be easy to end it. You’re not serious anyway.”

I gape at him in disbelief and the air seems to tremble under the weight of our anger. My disbelief at his reaction mounting.

“What is your problem? Did you seriously just call me a slut? God Taeyong get out. Just get out!”

I charge toward him, shoving at his chest with a burst of infuriated energy. He doesn’t budge, but seems surprised, gripping my shoulders to hold me at bay.

The door suddenly opens, and the floor vibrates with the burst of music moving throughout the building. The solo stages were ending. Mark burst into the room, looking stressed. “TAEYONG! Where the f— “ he looks between the two of us before throwing a look toward the stage door. “You need to go, NOW.” He turns suddenly running toward the stage and Taeyong spares me one final glance before running after him.

With my mind in a whirlwind, I head to the showers to cool down. My thoughts never clear, confusion and hurt feelings at Taeyong’s words stinging at me. I change into casual dance clothes, a hoodie and my nikes, making my way toward the wings. I hide myself in the shadows carefully, watching Taeyong as he performs. Then I shift my gaze to Baekhyun. It’s the final quarter of the SuperM concert, and although they both seem tired they still give it their all. But Tae seems off, his usual high and relentless energy dimmed. I bite my lip, feeling at fault.

I leave before the final ment, not wanting to be spotted once the lights lift. I spend the next few minutes packing up my things, preparing to depart when there’s a knock at my door. I expect Baekhyun, but am surprised to see a sweaty Taeyong, fresh off stage standing there. His face is blank, breathing heavy.

“Let me in.” It’s a demand, not a question.

“No.”

When I begin to shut the door in his face he slams a hand against it, shoving it open and then shut, locking the door behind him.

I feel drained by my earlier anger, but it’s as if Taeyong spent the last hour performing just to pick this up where he left off. I cross my arms in annoyance, moving away from him.

“Break it off with Baekhyun. He’ll probably come see you after he showers. Do it tonight.”

I roll my eyes. “You should probably shower.”

Taeyong crosses the rooms in seconds, and although his skin glistens with sweat, his scent is only that of him. Natural, manly, intensified.

He seems to soften, eyes looking over my body. They linger at my wrists, ringed red from earlier. I lower my sleeve to fall over my hands, and his eyes snap to mine. “I’m sorry, for earlier. For what I called you. But I meant the rest…”

“Why do you care so much.” I swallow, afraid of his response.

He takes a step closer, closing the space between us. His hand comes to my jaw, lifting my face to his. I feel his breath on my face. “Because, if you’re going to fuck anyone in this group, it should be me.”

I shut my eyes, letting his words wash over me like a dream. I shake my head in his hold slightly. “You only want me because you can’t have me now.”

His thumb runs up the length of my jaw, slowly, softly. I almost groan. “Open your eyes.”

I obey, just as his thumb comes to my mouth, stroking my bottom lip. “Who says I can’t have you?”

I let out a breath as I look into his eyes, blown wide with lust. I’d never seen that look on him before.

“You’re going to end it with him, because you’re mine.”

He presses his thumb to my lips and, without thinking, I part them.

That seems to be all the permission Taeyong needs. He slides his thumb in, pressing it to my tongue and I can taste the salt on his skin. Gripping my chin with the rest of his hand, he shoves us forward until I stumble against the vanity’s edge. Removing his finger he jerks my head up, bringing his mouth down to hover over mine.

“Let me show you.” His words come out softly, the hard tone abandoned for a moment as he finally kisses me.

His mouth feels perfect, lips soft and plush, moving slowly but with power over my own, taking control from the start. His hand slides into the nape of my neck, digging into my hair to secure my head in place as his tongue probes my mouth open wider for him. He emits a deep groan that crawls through my skin as his tongue slides against mine, and suddenly he brings his weight forward, pinning me beneath his body and the table’s edge. I whimper into his mouth hands gripping the edge of the table, but he only kisses me harder, pressing his hips to my stomach his forming hard on painful and evident.

His hands come down to grip my thighs, and in one shift motion I’m off my feet and perched onto the vanity counter top, back pressed tightly to the mirror. His hands are so large they cover my thighs completely, and he has my legs spread open on either side of him. He breaks the kiss, hands moving up and down my thighs and leaving a fire in their wake. I shutter a breath as he moves away, his lips trailing south down my neck. When his pouty mouth begins to mark me, I lift my hands to his t-shirt, slipping beneath the hem and splaying my hands across his stomach, feeling the muscles constrict tightly at my touch. He gives a particularly hard suck and I squirm underneath him, digging my nails into his skin. He hisses, and I want to hear more. I drag them down, stopping at his belt, undoing it. He lifts his head and stops me, gripping my wrists together in one hand.

“Not yet, baby.” He places a kiss to my lips when I open my mouth to speak.

He places my hands in my lap and leans back, tugging his shirt up and off over his head. He smiles at me- almost shyly. I stare at his long torso, pale and broad and lift my hands to touch him feeling myself getting wet at the sight of his half naked body. “Oh my god, Tae…”

His grins turns mischievous as he grips my hands again, his other hand slipping behind my knee and tugging until I slide onto my back, my legs hitched up at his sides. He leans over me, bringing my hands above my head. “These stay here.”

I moan, squirming underneath him, frustrated at being denied the need to touch him twice. He kisses me again, hips lodged between my legs, pressing his hard on to my clothed core. This time, I kiss back greedily my hands itching to come down and press into his back. His hips begin to grind against me, and his hands slide over my hoodie, gripping and squeezing my breasts roughly. I moan loudly into the kiss, arching off the table and into his touch. His hands slide underneath the hoodie and I shutter at their size and warmth against my skin. I have nothing on except my bra underneath and he shoves the bra up and out of the way as his tongue slides inside my mouth, ravishing me and fondling my naked flesh.

The material of his jeans feels harsh against my thighs, the shorts I have on riding up and leaving little barrier against his rough motions. My underwear feel soaked against me and I moan louder squeezing my legs around him. He stops his hips and tugs away breathing harshly and lets out a small laugh. “I love the way you moan,” he gives my chest a hard squeeze and then pulls his hands out of my hoodie. He cups my cheek, stroking his thumb as he stares at my face. “Such a pretty slut, moaning just for me.”

I flush, biting my lip to fight back another moan at his dirty talk. His voice is deeper than usual, sounding aroused and it has me seeping through my underwear. My need to be touched bordering on painful. I bring my hands down but he stops me, holding them down.

“Taeyong…please.”

He groans in response. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please… please, touch me. Fuck, Tae.” I stare up at him squirming in his hold, flustered and still fully dressed.

He smirks. “So pretty when you beg.” His eyes settle between my legs where my thin shorts stick to me. My hips jerk when he lifts two fingers, sliding them up and down my slick. “So wet.”

He moves away from me again, bringing his fingers to his tongue and licking. I groan locking my legs around him and tugging to bring him close but he doesn’t budge, laughing again. His grabs the t-shirt he discarded and wraps my wrists in it, knotting it.

“If you’re good, I’ll untie you. For now…” He leans back, eyes surveying me and I feel naked beneath his fiery gaze despite being fully clothed. “I want you to lay back and take it, like a good girl.”

His fingers feel at my wetness again, this time slipping beneath my shorts and over my soaked underwear. He finds my clit immediately pressing quick rough circles with the pads of his fingers, the fabric of my underwear slippery but causing further friction and I cry out. “Gonna moan for me, ok baby, nice and loud. I need to hear you.”

I shut my eyes dropping my head back getting lost in the pleasure, the filth of his words, the timbre of his deep voice. He slides two fingers under my panties and then inside me, moving them slowly until he’s knuckle-deep. His thumb takes over his assault on my clit. He shifts his fingers, beginning to thrust, fingers curling with every swift slide in. I moan and moan in response, doing as he asks, and letting him hear how good he was making me feel.

His fingers find my spot and my moans pitch louder, hips bucking against his hand. He presses forward curling roughly against the same spot and I scream as he pulls his hand out, the feeling lost but replaced with a sharp slap on my thigh. My eyes snap open.

“What did I say baby? Lay back and take it. No moving. No touching.” His hands move up to my waistband and he swiftly tugs my shorts and panties down my legs, dropping them on the floor before grabbing my hips and lifting them higher into the air. Pushing my legs towards my chest, Taeyong knew I was flexible, using one long arm to keep my legs in place while his fingers enter me again. In this position I’m perfectly exposed and completely helpless with my legs in the air under his weight and arms tied above my head. The vulnerability turns me on even more and I moan out his name as he begins to piston his two fingers into my spot. Without warning he adds a third, his fingers long and slightly rough stretching me out. I whimper and he leaves them deep inside giving me a moment to adjust before continuing to thrusts them in and out. He watches as his fingers disappear inside me and reappear coated with my slick.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot. So slutty and wet.” His fingers move harshly with every word, and he grits his teeth slamming into me without pause.

“Tae,” I tremble against the table, legs shaking, the pleasure almost too much and unable to get relief in my position. Feeling my juices start to run down my thighs and ass I squeeze my eyes shut chanting, crying, and moaning his name. “Oh my god, Taeyong. Please..please…please.”

The arm holding my legs up disappears and they fall at his sides weak under his relentless assault. My eyes snap open when his hand wraps around my neck, squeezing a bit, pressing me further into the table. I groan even louder eyes rolling shut as he presses his thumb to my swollen clit. “You like that?” he breathes, squeezing again experimentally. I whimper opening my eyes to stare into his, lust filming our gazes.

He groans, his thick fingers never pausing their thrusting thumb rubbing fast circles spreading my wetness. I feel my stomach tighten, sweat beading down my neck. Leaning forward he kisses my ear, panting against it. “I knew you liked it rough. Like being choked and tied up while I make you cum don’t you.” I squeeze around his fingers, his words driving me toward my edge faster and faster.

“Please- please I wanna cum,” I gasp, before he squeezes tighter cutting off my air momentarily. My eyes roll at the sensation, body zeroing in on nothing else except his driving fingers that are now soaked in my juices. In and out, in and out, he forces more slick out of me and I open my mouth in a silent scream before I’m cut off- his warmth and touch gone and my orgasm out of reach. I cry in frustration, opening my eyes that are now moist with tears I never knew formed, lost in the abyss of his hands.

But they find me again, holding my thighs around his head as he kneels and lowers his mouth to my soaking entrance. I blink down at him as he runs his lips against my thigh, licking at the trail of wetness. “I need to taste you first,” his eyes meet mine as his lips continue to trail down toward where I need him. “Gonna cum on my tongue, okay?” He hooks my legs over his broad shoulders hands cupping my ass and aligning me with his mouth. I can feel his hot breath against my aching pussy.

“Scream my name when you cum.”

And with that he leans down, licking up my slit before sliding his tongue in. I scream, watching his head between my legs wishing I could tug at his hair, pull and bring him closer. He drags his tongue against my walls groaning and sending the vibrations right through me. I lift my hips grinding against his face and he slaps a hand to my asscheek, gripping roughly afterward. But I can’t help grinding down against his tongue as he eats me out eagerly.  

He slides two fingers in, bringing his tongue to flick at my clit as he finds my spot again. He shoves in a third ruthlessly finger-fucking while his tongue assaults me. He slaps my ass a few more times and I close my legs around his head tightly, screaming his name as the sting of pain and pleasure become too much- pushing me clear over the edge. His punishing mouth opens over my entrance, lapping at my cum as I tremble against his tongue like he wanted. My vision blurs as tears leak out of the sides of my eyes, locking his head in place between my legs as waves of pleasure pass through me.

My mind is hazy as my legs give out, going limp over his shoulders. My breath is ragged, eyes blearing open to see him lift his head licking at his glossed lips face flush and hair a mess. He draws in a breath, moving my legs off to his sides and standing between them. His hands slide over my thighs soothingly as I come down. “God…Tae….that was….”

He leans in and kisses me softly. It tastes like both of us.

“I know. You’re so beautiful.”

I open my eyes, blinking away the tears. I wanted to remember the way he looked just then. Covered in me, half naked, stage make-up a mess, his erection still raging in his pants. His self-control amazed me.

I struggle at my binds and he smiles leaning forward to untie it. He kisses me again, longer this time as he tosses the t-shirt restraints away and rubs at my wrists gently. Lost in the kiss, neither of us hear the door open. Taeyong had only pretended to lock the door before. Knowing Baekhyun would come after a shower. Knowing he never liked to knock. Knowing we’d be caught.

~*~

Pt II 

This picture held me on a chokehold like I MEAN IT HAS A GREAT POWER IN ITSELF🏴‍☠️

This is the most hilarious post I got today after waking up lol and the way they are bringing kwangya and Ateez storyline here as well….

Am doubting NCT for abducting Yeosang in storyline now ….I am having a second thought for trusting NCT babies now for locking up my angel 🥹