‘look how wrecked you are,’ baekhyun chuckles. he tugs on your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror: down on all fours, trying to find a hold on the practice room floor as he thrusts into you mercilessly. your face and chest are flushed, your mouth parted as a stream of noises flows past your lips.
‘such a pretty little face,’ he says. ‘i want you to watch when you cum.’
kyungsoo makes sure to kiss every inch of you from your jaw to your stomach. his soft lips travel slowly, kissing you reverently, smiling ever so slightly whenever you make a noise. he flicks his tongue against your nipple teasingly on his descent, and any whine quickly dies out when he pulls your panties off your legs.
‘you’re so beautiful,’ he whispers, looking at you like you’re made of stardust. his head lowers between your legs and he makes you see stars.
- “soft body worship with kyungsoo” for @kyungwhore
‘mmh, stop stop stop,’ minseok whines, his back bowing off the bed. his wrists dangle in their restraints as he looks at you with desperate eyes and pink lips.
‘is there any cum left?’ you ask, jerking his cock one last time. ‘you sure you can’t cum again?’
he keens, high-pitched whine caught in his throat. ‘i’m sure, fuck.’
-’sub!minseok tied up with overstimulation’ for anon
‘fuck, look at you,’ jongdae groans, slowing his pace down for a second. ‘so gorgeous when you’re taking my cock like a slut.’
your face burns from his words, and you know that there’s drool running down your chin and tears in the corners of your eyes, but you don’t have time to feel self-conscious when jongdae’s fucking back into your mouth at his previous rapid pace. his cock hits the back of your throat and you gag around it, blinking up tearfully at him. he simply answers this with another groan and continues until he’s coming down your throat, coaxing you into swallowing every last drop.
jongin keeps your legs spread open for him, one hand on each of your thighs. he eats you out like he’s starved, relentlessly licking and sucking your clit. he’s been at it for a while, and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum.
‘you said i could have anything for my birthday,’ he says when you whine. his lips are red, swollen, and slick with your wetness. his tongue darts out of his mouth to pick taste it and you nearly cum again at the sinful sight. 'and i told you,’ he says, mouth descending once more, 'that i wanted to taste you.’
you feel so dirty, fucked open and raw. fucking three men at once was not your intention, but you couldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying it. chanyeol fucked you from behind, each deep thrust inside your pussy pushing you to gag on jongin’s cock. sehun’s dick was slick and wet in your hands, but you jacked him off until he was cumming, spilling the side of your face.
‘but the cookies!’ your protest dies the second kyungsoo whirls you around and presses your chest into the countertop, his hands tugging your jeans and panties down. your head whirls from the sudden change of position, and you find that there’s nothing more that you want than to be fucked right there.
‘if i make you come before the timer rings,’ kyungsoo says, already dipping the head of his cock into your pussy, ‘i’ll let you open a gift early. deal?’ before you can even answer, he’s thrusting harshly inside of you, making you cry out.
⤷ 1.6k+ words. req. by my freaky lil brain hehe pretty tame tho tbh. just something short n sweet n has been sitting in my drafts for a min. explicit language. pet names. smut. mutual obsession. overstim. staminaaaaa. creampies. p in v. raw juseyo <3
baekhyun doesn’t have any self control during sex.
he tries at first, he really does. when he first presses you into the mattress, hands gripping your thighs like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, he swears he’ll pace himself. keep it slow, keep it deep. make it last.
but that resolve? yeah, it crumbles fast.
it’s the way you tighten around him, the way your breath stutters in his ear, the way your nails sink into his back like you’re trying to mark him up, brand him, ruin him. he loses himself so fucking quickly, he doesn’t even realize he’s already fucking into you like he’s starved, like he needs you more than he needs air.
his moans are breathless, broken, completely wrecked—he sounds more desperate than he should, given that he’s the one in control. but is he really? when he’s like this? when his hips snap forward with reckless abandon, when he’s trembling, when his lips are everywhere, panting praises and curses against your skin like he’s praying?
his voice is shaky, already high-pitched, already pleading.
“f-fuck, baby, i can’t—” his breath hitches as he buries himself deep, forehead pressing against yours. “fuck, i can’t stop, y'feel too good, y'feel so fuckin' good, please—”
please? like he’s the one begging? like he’s the one at your mercy?
he doesn’t even realize how insane his stamina is. doesn’t think about how most men would’ve been tapping out by now, whining about needing a break. but baekhyun? oh, he doesn’t stop. he can’t stop. not even when his body is twitching, not even when his muscles are screaming at him.
not even when he’s already cum once. twice. thrice.
he lets out a choked sob when he spills inside you for the first time, hips stuttering, body shuddering from the force of it. but instead of slowing down—instead of doing the sane thing—he just keeps going, cock still throbbing, overstimulated to hell but refusing to leave your warmth.
his jaw is slack, moans turning into whimpers as he thrusts through the sensitivity, eyes squeezed shut like he’s suffering from how good it feels.
you gasp, feeling him still rock into you, still desperate, still needing. “b-baek, you— you already—”
his hand clamps around your throat before you can finish, not squeezing, just resting there, keeping you exactly where he wants you. his eyes crack open, dark and insatiable.
“ya think i care?” he breathes, voice hoarse. “fuck, baby, i’m not— ’m not stopping ‘til you’re fucking full. ‘til you can’t take anymore. ‘til i can’t move.”
your head spins. his body is trembling, jaw slack, breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushes through the pleasure—too much, too good, too overwhelming, but he doesn’t fucking care. he likes the way it burns, likes the way his overstimulated cock throbs inside you, likes the way his mind goes blank except for the feeling of you wrapped around him, taking everything he gives.
he moves faster. harder. rougher. his hand slips down to press against your lower belly, groaning loud when he feels himself inside you, feels the way he’s filling you.
“ya feel that, baby?” he gasps. “feel how deep i am? fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty when you’re full of me. so fuckin' pretty, aren't cha?”
he’s already close again, doesn’t even care if he’s supposed to last longer. what does it matter? he’ll just keep going until he physically can’t.
“gimme one more, pretty,” he begs, voice cracking on the plea. “just one more, baby, please—fuck, i need it, need to feel you cum around me again, please, i—i fucking can’t—”
his words cut off with a sob when you tighten around him, dragging him under, pulling him apart. his body seizes up, mouth falling open, a wrecked moan punching out of his chest as he cums again—shaking, ruined, unraveling completely inside you.
but even then, even as his body trembles, even as his cock throbs, still pulsing, still spilling inside you, he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow. doesn’t even think about pulling out.
he shudders against you, forehead pressing to yours, breath hot and broken. still rocking his hips, still sinking deeper, still clinging to you like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality.
“one more, baby,” he whispers against your skin, voice so desperate, so utterly pathetic. “j-just… one more.”
A FUCKING LIE.
because one more doesn’t exist with baekhyun. one more would mean stopping. means catching his fucking breath. means giving his body time to recover, to ease out of the mind numbing, all consuming need for you.
but baekhyun doesn’t do stopping. doesn’t do restraint. doesn’t fucking know how to stop—doesn't fucking know to act—when it comes to you.
not when you’re still wrapped around him like this. not when you’re still warm and wet and so, so fucking perfect. not when he can still feel the way your perfect gummy, needy walls throb around him, overstimulated, aching, but still taking it—still loving it.
not when he’s still hard. still needy. still so fucking obsessed.
you barely have time to catch your breath before he’s on you again, mouth on your shoulder, lips pressing frantic, open-mouthed kisses to sweat-damp skin. he’s still inside you—still—cock twitching, still throbbing, still needing. his arms tighten around your waist like you’ll slip away if he lets up for even a second.
you shudder. overstimulated, sore, shaking from the way he’s already rolling his hips again, slow, lazy, but deep. your whole body jerks with every movement, the aftershocks of your last orgasm still crackling through your nerves like static. you’re so sensitive it hurts but fuck, it’s a good kind of hurt. the kind you never want to end.
your fingers tangle in his damp hair, tugging weakly. “b-baek, s'too much, baby. hah—i c-can't!”
he whimpers. actually whimpers. buries his face in the crook of your neck and groans so pitifully it makes you clench around him just from how fucking pathetic he sounds.
“yes, you can,” he pleads, voice wrecked, completely ruined. “baby, please. please, don’t make me stop, i can’t fucking s-stop—”
his body trembles. he sounds broken. like stopping would kill him, like it would physically hurt him more than his overstimulated cock already does, still hard, still buried inside you.
he moves again, pressing deeper, grinding against that spot that makes your vision blur, that makes your nails dig into his back, that makes you gasp because holy fuck, you can’t stop either.
you don’t want to stop either.
you tilt your head back, lips parted, moaning so pretty for him, letting him hear just how fucking gone you are. he loses it. groans your name like a prayer, a plea, a curse, hands grabbing at you like he’s trying to memorize your body with his fingers.
“oh my god, i love you,” he gasps against your skin, his breath hot and unsteady, his voice breaking like he’s about to cry. “i love you, i love you, i fucking love you—”
he’s not even fucking you at this point. just rutting into you, slow and deep, like he wants to crawl inside you, live inside you, make himself a part of you forever. he grips your face, forces you to look at him, his eyes blown wide and glossy, pupils swallowing every ounce of sanity he had left.
“you’re mine, pretty,” he whispers, voice shaking. his hips roll forward, slow, intentional, and you feel him everywhere. “mine. mine, my pretty baby, please, say it. please say it.”
your body aches. your nerves are fried. your mind is so blank, so foggy, so fucking completely consumed by him, by the way he’s looking at you, by the way he’s begging for you—like he needs this just as much as you do.
your fingers slide up to cup his cheeks, and you feel dampness there—tears. he’s crying.
and fuck, you love him. you love him so much it aches, so much it drowns you, so much it feels like there’s no end to it, no bottom to this fall. you didn’t think it was possible to love him more than you already did—but right now? right now, you swear you’re sinking deeper, past the point of return, past the point of ever wanting to be free.
you let out a shaky breath, pressing your forehead against his, whispering against his lips. “yours.”
“say it again,” he begs. “again, baby, again, please, i needa—”
he lets out the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever heard and breaks.
his hands slip under your thighs, dragging you impossibly close, pulling your legs around his waist. and then he moves—slow and deep and so fucking needy, so fucking desperate, rocking into you like he’s got nowhere else to be, like this moment is all that exists, like this is the only thing that matters.
your entire body burns. your skin, your muscles, your heart. the overstimulation makes your nerves spark, the pleasure tangled with something sharp, something aching, something too much and not enough at the same time.
and fuck, he smells so good.
his sweat, warm and heady, clings to his skin, mixing with the lingering traces of his cologne—dark, expensive, dangerous. the deep musk of it blends with the sinful scent of sex, thick and intoxicating, flooding your senses, making your head spin. every inhale is him, all-consuming, dizzying, addictive.
his forehead presses to yours, damp strands of hair sticking to his temples, and you swear you could drown in the heat of him, in the scent of him, in the weight of him pressing you down, holding you here, refusing to let you slip away.
he inhales sharply, breath shuddering, like he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him.
his lips brush against yours, barely a kiss, more of a claim. his voice is nothing more than a whisper, raw and ruined:
“how long d’ya think ya need 'til we can go again, pretty?”
chanyeol is usually gentle, all soft smiles and whispered sweet nothings. maybe a firm grip on your hips, or a playful smack on your ass from time to time.
but that version of him is long gone now. after hours of teasing and begging him, he has you exactly how you wanted: face down, hips propped up by a pillow, burying himself deep inside you at an unrelenting, ruthless pace. his body completely covers yours, the weight of him pinning you in place, completely at his mercy. your moans have long since ceased to have any coherence or meaning, just an endless stream of whines with every thrust.
"this what you wanted?" he grunts, low and rough in your ear. "you wanted me to use you like this?"
you nod, crying out when he pulls your hair to meet his gaze, dark, lust-blown, and wild. "use your words," he commands.
"yes, i wanted this." you whimper against his lips as he impossibly picks up the pace, slamming into you as he chases his own high.
warnings and tags: 18+, phone/Facetime sex, dirty talk. Mentions of oral and creampie. gets super graphic so it's going under the cut lmao
~ 1k words
"Is that my shirt?" Baekhyun asks.
"Yep," you say, pushing the covers off of you as you pan the phone down so he can see better. "I stole it right before you left. Ha."
"It looks good on you." He turns on his side, smushing his face against his pillow. His voice is laced with sleep but also something else, as his tongue darts out to lick his lips briefly. "Are you wearing... anything else under there?"
"Baekhyun," you whine. "Always thinking about sex."
"Not true at all," he retorts. "I was thinking about how terribly I miss my gorgeous girlfriend and how I can't wait to be home on Saturday. And then I started thinking about sex."
You roll your eyes but start pulling the hem of the t-shirt up, up, showing off more of your bare thigh inch by inch. You don’t miss the way that Baekhyun’s eyes are shining now with interest, visible even through the phone screen.
“Fuck, baby, are you actually… ” he says, then groans when you pull the shirt all the way up to expose your pussy. You’re glad that the angle means that your face is no longer in the picture to show just how red your cheeks have gotten. You’re no stranger to sex over text, phone, or Facetime anymore, not with Baekhyun always on tour or otherwise away, but it’s still embarrassing sometimes nonetheless.
“I need to come home now,” he breathes. “You look so good.” You hear rustling on the other end and his image is shaking a little bit.
“Are you touching yourself, Baekhyun?” you ask.
“Yes. Wanna see?”
As soon as you breathe out a yes he’s panning the camera downward and pushing the blankets away, showing off how he’s languidly stroking his cock, his boxers just barely shoved down to the tops of his thighs. “I haven’t done this in days,” he mumbles. “Been wanting to save it for you.”
“Well I’m here now,” you say. “And you’ll be here in person in a couple days.” You can’t help yourself as your free hand starts to circle your clit gently. “And you can do anything you want to me then.”
Baekhyun sighs, stroking a little faster. “Anything I want?” He isn’t looking at his phone anymore, head tipped back against the pillows, eyes closed and lips parted.
“What do you want to do to me, Baekhyunnie?” you whisper.
“I want… I need your mouth on me,” he says. “And I want to taste you.”
“Want me to sit on your face?” you ask, and he moans, sending a shiver down your spine. You slip two fingers into your pussy, fingering yourself slowly like how he does. You try to imagine it’s him, taking his time to tease and ease you open, mouthing along your neck and collarbone, feeling his lips twitching into a smirk whenever you gasp or moan.
“Fuck, yes.” You see a bead of precum on his tip and your mouth is fucking watering. You imagine taking him into your mouth, feeling him trembling beneath you as you take him deeper into your throat. “And then I want to fuck you.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” he groans, and fuck does that make you whimper. You increase the speed of your fingers to match his quickening pace, tilting your hand so the edge of your palm is pressing against your clit. “I won’t stop until you cum at least twice.”
“Baekhyun, I need you,” you whimper.
“I know, baby, I need you too.” He breathes in shakily. “I’m not gonna last for that much longer.”
“Cum for me, Baekhyunnie, I want to see,” you say. You want to push him to the edge, make him feel good with just the sound of your voice. “Where do you want to cum when you’re here with me? In my mouth? On my stomach?” You pause. “Inside me?”
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans and he’s coming, all over his stomach. “Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’re trying to kill me.” He readjusts the camera so it’s back on his face now, and he’s clearly taking in the sight of you writhing underneath your own fingers, face blissed out but eyes still hungry for more. “How close are you?” he whispers.
“Close,” you whine. “I’m not as good as you are at it.”
“Hm? You wish it was my fingers in you?” he asks, teasing.
“Yes.”
“Show me with your fingers how you want me to fuck you when I’m home,” he says.
You slip in a third finger and pump them faster, the wet sounds of your pussy mixing with your breathless moans. You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly as you screw your eyes shut. Images flit through your brain rapidly of Baekhyun, his head between your thighs, his face tucked in the crook of your neck as he buries himself inside of you, his cocky smirk as he snaps his hips into you relentlessly, gripping your hips with firm hands.
You cum moaning his name, your walls clenching tightly around your own fingers as your body shakes, far too strung out to feel self-conscious about it. As you come back to your senses, you see Baekhyun’s face on your phone watching you intently, hungrily. It’s infuriatingly hot and you find yourself more sexually wound up despite the orgasm.
“Enjoying the show?” you joke weakly.
“You know I am.” There’s some shuffling on the other end as he reaches to the nightstand to grab some tissues to clean himself up. “I love touring and all but I can’t wait to be home,” he sighs. “This was fun but it makes it impossible to do the best part.”
“What, actually having sex?” you ask.
He scoffs, mock-offended. “Now who’s the one only thinking about sex? The best part is cuddling after, silly.”
“Oh, right, right. I guess that’s alright” you say, giggling at his squawk of protest. “You just need to come home as soon as possible so we can do that then.”
“Yes ma’am.” He yawns. “I should probably sleep now. You should too.”
“Okay, baby. Goodnight Baekhyunnie.”
“Goodnight, my love. Dream of meeee~”
You laugh and end the FaceTime, smiling to yourself. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.
warnings and tags: 18+, phone/Facetime sex, dirty talk. Mentions of oral and creampie. gets super graphic so it's going under the cut lmao
~ 1k words
"Is that my shirt?" Baekhyun asks.
"Yep," you say, pushing the covers off of you as you pan the phone down so he can see better. "I stole it right before you left. Ha."
"It looks good on you." He turns on his side, smushing his face against his pillow. His voice is laced with sleep but also something else, as his tongue darts out to lick his lips briefly. "Are you wearing... anything else under there?"
"Baekhyun," you whine. "Always thinking about sex."
"Not true at all," he retorts. "I was thinking about how terribly I miss my gorgeous girlfriend and how I can't wait to be home on Saturday. And then I started thinking about sex."
You roll your eyes but start pulling the hem of the t-shirt up, up, showing off more of your bare thigh inch by inch. You don’t miss the way that Baekhyun’s eyes are shining now with interest, visible even through the phone screen.
“Fuck, baby, are you actually… ” he says, then groans when you pull the shirt all the way up to expose your pussy. You’re glad that the angle means that your face is no longer in the picture to show just how red your cheeks have gotten. You’re no stranger to sex over text, phone, or Facetime anymore, not with Baekhyun always on tour or otherwise away, but it’s still embarrassing sometimes nonetheless.
“I need to come home now,” he breathes. “You look so good.” You hear rustling on the other end and his image is shaking a little bit.
“Are you touching yourself, Baekhyun?” you ask.
“Yes. Wanna see?”
As soon as you breathe out a yes he’s panning the camera downward and pushing the blankets away, showing off how he’s languidly stroking his cock, his boxers just barely shoved down to the tops of his thighs. “I haven’t done this in days,” he mumbles. “Been wanting to save it for you.”
“Well I’m here now,” you say. “And you’ll be here in person in a couple days.” You can’t help yourself as your free hand starts to circle your clit gently. “And you can do anything you want to me then.”
Baekhyun sighs, stroking a little faster. “Anything I want?” He isn’t looking at his phone anymore, head tipped back against the pillows, eyes closed and lips parted.
“What do you want to do to me, Baekhyunnie?” you whisper.
“I want… I need your mouth on me,” he says. “And I want to taste you.”
“Want me to sit on your face?” you ask, and he moans, sending a shiver down your spine. You slip two fingers into your pussy, fingering yourself slowly like how he does. You try to imagine it’s him, taking his time to tease and ease you open, mouthing along your neck and collarbone, feeling his lips twitching into a smirk whenever you gasp or moan.
“Fuck, yes.” You see a bead of precum on his tip and your mouth is fucking watering. You imagine taking him into your mouth, feeling him trembling beneath you as you take him deeper into your throat. “And then I want to fuck you.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” he groans, and fuck does that make you whimper. You increase the speed of your fingers to match his quickening pace, tilting your hand so the edge of your palm is pressing against your clit. “I won’t stop until you cum at least twice.”
“Baekhyun, I need you,” you whimper.
“I know, baby, I need you too.” He breathes in shakily. “I’m not gonna last for that much longer.”
“Cum for me, Baekhyunnie, I want to see,” you say. You want to push him to the edge, make him feel good with just the sound of your voice. “Where do you want to cum when you’re here with me? In my mouth? On my stomach?” You pause. “Inside me?”
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans and he’s coming, all over his stomach. “Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’re trying to kill me.” He readjusts the camera so it’s back on his face now, and he’s clearly taking in the sight of you writhing underneath your own fingers, face blissed out but eyes still hungry for more. “How close are you?” he whispers.
“Close,” you whine. “I’m not as good as you are at it.”
“Hm? You wish it was my fingers in you?” he asks, teasing.
“Yes.”
“Show me with your fingers how you want me to fuck you when I’m home,” he says.
You slip in a third finger and pump them faster, the wet sounds of your pussy mixing with your breathless moans. You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly as you screw your eyes shut. Images flit through your brain rapidly of Baekhyun, his head between your thighs, his face tucked in the crook of your neck as he buries himself inside of you, his cocky smirk as he snaps his hips into you relentlessly, gripping your hips with firm hands.
You cum moaning his name, your walls clenching tightly around your own fingers as your body shakes, far too strung out to feel self-conscious about it. As you come back to your senses, you see Baekhyun’s face on your phone watching you intently, hungrily. It’s infuriatingly hot and you find yourself more sexually wound up despite the orgasm.
“Enjoying the show?” you joke weakly.
“You know I am.” There’s some shuffling on the other end as he reaches to the nightstand to grab some tissues to clean himself up. “I love touring and all but I can’t wait to be home,” he sighs. “This was fun but it makes it impossible to do the best part.”
“What, actually having sex?” you ask.
He scoffs, mock-offended. “Now who’s the one only thinking about sex? The best part is cuddling after, silly.”
“Oh, right, right. I guess that’s alright” you say, giggling at his squawk of protest. “You just need to come home as soon as possible so we can do that then.”
“Yes ma’am.” He yawns. “I should probably sleep now. You should too.”
“Okay, baby. Goodnight Baekhyunnie.”
“Goodnight, my love. Dream of meeee~”
You laugh and end the FaceTime, smiling to yourself. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.
helloooo how are you? (do you remember me - i would put that pouting emoji here but i am on my laptop rn -) just wanted to check in!!
adoweofjwoifj OH MY GOD HI BABY HI !!!!! HOLY FUCK I NEVER THOUGHT ID SEE YOU HERE AGAIN???? i am flejflwejf stunned?? so happy?? hello?? how are you?? are you thriving? my beauty i MISSED YOU HOLY FUCK
LOL yes tis i. back again when i have faded from the collective mind of exo smut tumblr. i am.... decidedly NOT thriving but i hopefully? will soon? I MISSED YOU TOO!!
Nine pairs of eyes devoured you, heady gazes dragging from head to toe. It sent heady arousal shooting through you just from the anticipation alone.
You had a long night ahead of you.
Smut: fem!reader x ot9
kink list: gangbang, dom!exo, size difference, cumplay, orgasm denial, exhibitionism (of sorts), overstimulation, degradation*****, choking (ok it’s not choking choking but mc chokes on dick does that count), double penetration/anal play, mentions of tears but it’s because that dick is bomb lol (i didn’t include anything that wasn’t asked for more than once, i got a lot of suggestions!) (this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written eek)
*****(degradation = lots of use of the words slut, whore, and other really degrading names. this, along with everything else in this fic, is consensual)
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