Summary: You join a variety show pairing idols and actors on pretend dates, expecting scripted fun and light-hearted laughs. But when you meet Baekhyun, you realise not everything is pretend, and not every line is for the cameras.
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You were not sure what to expect when the production team told you about your partner for the variety show *We Are Famous, Let’s Go on a Date*.
It was meant to be fun, light-hearted television where celebrities paired together for a pretend date, complete with challenges, sweet moments, and playful banter.
When the director finally said his name, your eyes widened.
Byun Baekhyun.
The cameras started rolling before you had the chance to compose yourself. He appeared from the other side of the studio set dressed simply, in a white shirt and jeans, his smile already bright enough to outshine the lights overhead.
“Hello,” he said, bowing slightly before flashing you a grin. “I am your date for the day. I hope you will take care of me.”
You bowed back, trying not to look too flustered. “I will do my best. I am not sure what kind of date partner I will be though.”
He tilted his head, eyes twinkling. “Cute already. The viewers are going to love this.”
The cameras followed as you were guided to a little decorated café corner set up to look like a date spot. Baekhyun pulled your chair out for you, the gesture exaggerated as he winked at the camera.
“Look at me, such a gentleman,” he teased.
You laughed, shaking your head. “You are trying too hard.”
“Of course I am. It is my first date with you. I have to impress you.”
The banter came easily. The show asked you to complete silly missions together, from choosing food for one another to taking selfies that would later be voted on by fans. Baekhyun leaned in far too close for one of them, pretending it was to fit in the frame, and you felt your heart stutter as his shoulder brushed yours.
When you fed him a piece of cake as part of a challenge, he pretended to swoon dramatically, clutching his chest.
“Ah, I think I am falling already,” he said, earning laughter from the staff.
“Stop it,” you said, covering your face, though your cheeks were undeniably warm.
Hours passed, filled with laughter and playful teasing. Somewhere between the staged games and scripted suggestions, the chemistry became natural. You forgot the cameras were there whenever Baekhyun’s eyes lingered a little too long or when his smile softened just for you.
Finally, the director called cut. The filming had ended.
The crew began to clear equipment, the lights dimming, the buzz of the set shifting into casual chatter.
You gathered your things, ready to leave, when a voice called behind you.
“Wait.”
Baekhyun was there, no cameras on him now, no audience to play to. His smile was smaller, more genuine, though his eyes still carried mischief.
“I had fun today,” he said simply. “Not just because of the show.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone.
“Me too. You made it… easy.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, a little shy despite the confident persona he had kept all day.
“So, I was wondering… would you like to go on a real date? No cameras, no missions. Just us.”
Your breath caught. “A real date?”
“Yes.” His grin widened, though this time it was hopeful rather than teasing. “I think I owe you one. After all, I promised to impress you, did I not?”
You laughed softly, warmth blooming in your chest. “Then I suppose you had better try harder. A real date sounds nice.”
Baekhyun’s eyes lit up, and for a moment you thought he might start another one of his dramatic acts, but instead he only nodded firmly. “Good. Then it is a promise.”
And as you walked out of the studio side by side, you realised that the variety show had been only the beginning.
The real story, the real laughter and sweet moments, were waiting just beyond the cameras, in the space where only the two of you existed.
thoughts on how exo would react to you telling them about the 😏🥴🥵💦 dreams you had with them?
xiumin - he doesn't react much, just nods his head as he hears you and maybe gasps when you get into details. is normal, he tends to have it too.
junmyeon - honestly asks you if you're feeling neglected or something, if he should be giving it to you more often. sighs when you comfort him.
yixing - "why are you dreaming these things when i'm right here? 🤨". genuinely confused.
baekhyun - smirks so so much, loves that he's the one on your mind even when you're sleeping.
jongdae - he either smirks and makes a joke or asks you tons of questions if what you dreamed has a new kink or position.
chanyeol - "oh i had one about you too! so you were on top of me and-"
kyungsoo - stared at with like this 😐 but then later that night he's all over you and when you ask why he says "what? you've been dreaming about this".
jongin - blushes too hard, it feels like he has never seen you naked with how much he blushes. proceeds to ruin you at the first opportunity he has.
sehun - feels proud of himself and asks as many questions about it as he can (he wants to know what's subconsciously on your mind).
Warning(s) - reader wears lingerie, smut, slightly mean dom!Kyungsoo, breast/nipple play, reader is a brat, impact play, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Summary - You wake to the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice carrying through the apartment, steady and low as he paces with his phone pressed to his ear. What begins as an ordinary morning shifts into something far more intimate when you decide to remind him what’s waiting for him off the call.
Word Count - 2.7k
Author’s Note - Welcome to Kinktober 2025! This was inspired by a dream I had a while back about surprising Kyungsoo while he’s on a call, but I turned it smutty just for this little fic. It was refreshing to write for an EXO member, and I feel just so happy with all the new content coming out from them.
Part of my Kinktober 2025. Day 1 - Orgasm Control.
Now playing: I’m Gonna Love You - D.O.
You woke to the sound of your boyfriend’s voice before you even opened your eyes. It was low, steady, practiced in that professional cadence he slipped into whenever business intruded on your shared space. The words weren’t clear yet, just the rise and fall of his tone as he paced somewhere beyond the bedroom door.
For a moment, you lingered beneath the covers, tracing the faint smell of coffee that had already spread through the apartment. Kyungsoo’s ritual. Always the first thing he reached for, even on mornings like this one, when his mind was clearly tangled in something bigger.
You pushed yourself upright, the sheets sliding down to your waist, baring yourself to the morning chill and reminding you of last night’s activities. Through the slightly ajar bedroom door, you caught a glimpse of Kyungsoo, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed in concentration as he moved from one side of the living room to the other. His bare feet made no sound against the wood floor, but the way his hand carved the air with subtle gestures betrayed his focus.
“Mmhmm, I understand,” he said, voice firmer now. “Yes, I’ve read the script. It’s…different. But good. I just…need to think about the timing of shooting.” A pause. He turned slightly, and you could see the tension coiled into his shoulders, the way he carried the weight of decision in every line of his body.
Something in you softened. You had seen him like this before, torn between the demands of his career and the quiet sanctuary you built together. And you knew how to tip the balance, how to remind him that home wasn’t something he had to perform for.
You slipped from bed, pulling on a random set of lingerie before tugging one of his hoodies from the chair in the corner of the room. It hung off your frame, hem brushing your thighs. The silk of the lingerie clung cool against your skin beneath the warmth of the hoodie, a secret that made your pulse quicken as you stepped softly into the hall.
He didn’t notice you at first. Too wrapped in negotiations, in the careful choosing of his words. “Yes, of course. I’ll give you an answer by the end of the week.” His back was to you as he spoke, head tipped slightly as though weighing invisible scales.
You leaned against the doorframe, watching him, a smile tugging at your lips. The morning light had slipped further into the room, painting him in pale gold, catching the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck. For all the years you had known him, it still amazed you how he could look both untouchable and utterly yours at the same time.
And maybe that was why mischief stirred in you now, curling warm in your chest. He carried the world in that phone call, but you carried something he needed more: the reminder of how inevitable, how easy love could be.
“Coffee in the morning and you on the phone,” you murmured under your breath, just loud enough to tease the air between you. “Some things never change.”
Kyungsoo’s head jerked, eyes landing on you. For just a beat, his composure faltered. The faintest widening of his eyes, the soft flush that brushed his cheeks. Then, into the phone, he gave a quick, mumbled response. “Yes, I understand. I’ll call you back with my decision.” And the line went dead before the person on the other end had a chance to protest.
The silence that followed was almost comical, the abrupt end of the call leaving the room charged with something else entirely. Kyungsoo lowered the phone from his ear, thumb hovering over the screen as if he might excuse himself back into work. But his eyes refused to leave you.
You sat and stretched languidly across the couch, the simple action pulling the hem of the hoodie upward as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The fabric rode upward, just enough to give away the shimmer of silk and lace beneath. Your grin tilted playful, knowing.
“So,” you began, breaking the tension with the casual speech of someone who already knew they had won. “Is this what it takes to get your full attention?”
Kyungsoo’s mouth parted, though no words came right away. His stare was unguarded, caught between disbelief and inevitable surrender. When he finally spoke, his voice had none of the crisp professionalism from moments before. It was deeper now, thicker. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
You cocked your head, pretending innocence, but your bare thigh brushing against the couch as you shifted betrayed you. “Maybe. But it’s only because I love you.”
The corners of his mouth quirked, almost as if he wanted to scold you for interrupting, for making his carefully balanced world topple so easily. But instead, he made his way to you with that quiet steadiness that had always been his way of loving you. Firm, undoubted, and certain.
“Impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though his hands were already reaching for you, fingers brushing your jaw, your shoulder, the edge of his hoodie that barely covered you now. His touch lingered, reverent and impatient all at once. His phone slid from his hand to the coffee table, forgotten, as he finally gave in to the gravity pulling him toward you.
The couch dipped beneath his weight, his knees bracketing yours as if to cage you there. The morning sunlight spilled across both of you, gilding his skin, making the ordinary—this couch, this day—feel like something touched by reverence.
His lips found yours unhurriedly, brushing, retreating, then deepening when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Each kiss was deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize you all over again, like the first moment he had ever dared to love you.
The hoodie slid loose under his hands, falling from one shoulder and baring a lace strap. His breath caught, and he leaned back just enough to take you in. His fingertips traced the edge of silk before he pulled the hoodie away completely, baring you piece by piece.
“You’re cruel,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his mouth closed over your collarbone. His hands wandered with purpose, sliding over your waist, up to your breasts, squeezing with an aching need. The lace gave way under his touch, tugged down so his mouth could taste your skin, his tongue circling, his teeth grazing before soothing with a gentle suck.
You arched into him, hips shifting of their own accord, grinding against the press of his hardening length. A low sound broke from his throat, but his pace didn’t falter. Instead, he pulled away, lips wet from where he had been worshipping you, his eyes narrowing in mock reprimand.
“Interrupting my call wasn’t enough?” he asked, voice threaded with warning. His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasing, waiting. “Now you want more without asking?”
You bit your lip, playful, challenging, grinding against him again. “Maybe I do.”
The sharpness in his gaze morphed into something darker, deeper. He caught your hips in his hands, holding you still. “Apologize,” he said quietly, but firmly. “For interrupting me when I was working.”
You shook your head, defiance sparking in your grin.
The laugh that left him was low, edged with disbelief at your audacity. “You’re such a brat.” His hand slid between your thighs, pressing against the lace there, but holding back, denying you the rhythm you craved. “Until you say it, you don’t get what you want.”
Your breath hitched, frustration and desire twining together, leaving you trembling beneath his piercing gaze. His patience was its own kind of punishment, his love a tether pulling you closer even as he withheld. And still, even in the teasing, even in the denial, every moment of his lips, his hands, his voice was threaded with inevitability.
Your refusal hung in the air between you, sweet and reckless. Kyungsoo’s jaw tightened, and then, swift and sharp, his palm landed against your breast. The sting startled a gasp from your throat, but before you could protest, his mouth was already there, lips wrapping around the mark, tongue flicking and soothing, lapping at your peaked nipple as if to erase the ache he had caused.
“You think you can defy me and get away with it?” he muttered against your skin, each word a vibration that sank deep into your chest.
You only smiled through your ragged breaths, daring him with your silence. That earned you another punishment, though this one came with a different kind of mercy.
Kyungsoo moved down your body, hands sliding over your ribs, your waist, before tugging your lingerie aside. His mouth pressed hot and wet to your pussy, his tongue stroking you slowly, steadily, relentlessly. Pleasure coiled sharp and immediate, your hips jerking against his face as he buried himself in you.
“Kyungsoo—” you gasped, fingers clawing at the couch cushions, your back arching as his tongue circled your clit. He gave no reprieve, licking, sucking, even slipping a finger inside you, curling it in perfect rhythm until your climax trembled just out of reach.
But just as the wave began to crest, his hand pulled back. A sharp slap landed against your swollen folds, the sudden sting stealing your breath. He pulled away, lips wet, gaze blazing with authority.
“Apologize,” he demanded again, voice rough and commanding.
You writhed, desperate, aching. “No,” you breathed, clinging to your defiance even as your body trembled on the edge of release.
His smirk was faint but dangerous. “Then you don’t get to cum.”
You broke then, words spilling raw and unpolished. “Please, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just let me—”
But Kyungsoo shook his head before standing and shedding his clothes with infuriating calm. His cock stood thick and aching in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, gaze never leaving you. “Too late.”
You whimpered as he knelt back down, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness without giving you the friction you craved. Each pass had you keening, nearly in tears, your thighs trembling from the denied release. Only when you were shivering, practically begging, did he finally sink into you, inch by devastating inch, filling you completely until the stretch made your vision blur.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sobbed out a broken moan, every nerve in your body alight. Overstimulated, denied, desperate. His thrusts were salvation and punishment in equal measure.
“Now,” Kyungsoo breathed against your ear, his voice touched with restraint. “Maybe you’ll learn not to interrupt me when I’m on the phone.”
His hips snapped forward, slow at first, then harder, each thrust finding the places inside you that made your breath shatter. The stretch was overwhelming, his cock filling you so completely it felt like he had carved out a space meant only for him. Your moans spilled freely now, shameless, every sound proof of how desperate you had become.
He chuckled against your ear, voice dark with amusement. “So needy,” he taunted, punctuating the words with another sharp thrust that made you cry out. “Couldn’t wait until I was finished working, could you? Had to be a bad girl and interrupt my call just to get my attention.”
You shook your head frantically, though your body betrayed you, clinging to him, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. “I—I’m sorry,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between cries. “I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have interrupted you.”
“That’s right.” His hand slid down, thumb pressing hard against your clit, circling in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The perfect combination unraveled you, his cock massaging your walls while his thumb worked mercilessly at the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it again.”
“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your nails dragging down his back. “I won’t do it again, I promise! Kyungsoo, I promise.”
His restraint finally broke at that. His gaze was molten as it locked with yours, his voice dropping into a command that made your whole body quake. “Cum for me.”
The order tore through you like lightning. Release slammed into you, hard and unrelenting, your walls clenching around him as the orgasm wracked your body. You screamed his name, shaking apart in his arms, the force of it so strong it felt endless.
But even as your climax milked his cock, Kyungsoo didn’t stop. He rode you through it, thrusts steady, his thumb still working your clit until the aftershocks blurred into overstimulation. His lips brushed your temple, his breath hot, and you realized—he wasn’t nearly finished with you yet.
Your body convulsed beneath him, every nerve raw and screaming, but he only tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His thrusts grew sharper, more merciless, each one pushing you further past the line of what you thought you could handle.
“Don’t tell me you’re done,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desire. “I know you’ve got one more in you. You always do.”
Tears spilled hot down your cheeks as you choked on sobs, shaking your head. “I—I can’t, it’s too much, I can’t—”
“Stop lying.” His palm pressed hard against the back of your thigh as he wrenched your legs higher, folding them up against his chest. The new angle had him spearing impossibly deep, the stretch sharp enough to punch the air from your lungs.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound half-pleasure, half-promise. “You’re going to cum again, and you’re going to do it when I say.”
You clawed at his shoulders, overwhelmed, babbling apologies between cries. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Kyungsoo! Please—”
But he didn’t let up. His cock drove into you, thick and relentless, dragging against every oversensitized place inside you until the pressure began to coil again despite your protests. You felt it building, hot and urgent, your body betraying you as it always did under his command.
“I’m—” Your voice cracked while your body shuddered. “I’m gonna cum! I can’t hold it! Please—”
“Not yet.” His words were a growl, and his pace only quickened, sweat slicking his skin against yours. The denial had you sobbing, trembling under the weight of sensation, your whole body begging for release.
Your nails left crescents in his skin, your throat raw with whimpers. “Please, Kyungsoo! Please let me cum!”
And then, when his own rhythm began to falter, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of holding back, he gave you the order that broke you completely. “Now. Cum for me. Milk me until I give you every last drop.”
The permission detonated inside you. Your orgasm tore through you so violently you screamed, body locking around him, clenching so hard it dragged a strangled groan from his chest. The sound of his voice, the heat of his body, the brutal pace of his thrusts, all of it crashed together as he spilled into you, hot and unrelenting, grinding himself deeper to the hilt as he came undone.
You clung to him, shaking and sobbing, your body wrung out, every nerve alive with the force of your shared release. And still, he stayed pressed inside you, refusing to let you go, as though he had molded your body to fit his and wasn’t ready to give it back.
Eventually, the pace of your breathing slowed, the storm giving way to silence. Kyungsoo eased you onto your side without ever pulling out, his body curved protectively around yours. Your cheek pressed against the damp warmth of his chest, and his arm wrapped firm and steady around your waist, anchoring you against the quiet thrum of his heartbeat.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The room was filled only with the sound of your breaths mingling, the aftershocks ebbing into something softer, something that felt like forever.
When his voice finally came, it was almost hesitant, as though confessing something sacred. “I don’t even think about it anymore—loving you…It’s just what I do.”
You smiled against his skin, exhaustion pulling at you, but affection blooming brighter. “Like your coffee in the morning?”
That earned a small laugh from him, quiet but real. He tilted your chin up until your eyes met his. “No. Better. Because this—” his thumb traced your cheek, lingering, “I’ll never stop craving.”
You leaned into his touch, and everything inside you went still. Safe. Certain. Loved.
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synopsis: you never really let yourself get too close to the friend of your friends, baekhyun, while he got progressively tired of your vanishings everytime you two hooked up. it's only in a pivotal moment in his audi where you two lay your feelings bare. in more ways than one.
content: 6k words one shot with small angst plot, but mostly smut with both rough and fluff undertones ♡
author's notes: hiiiii!!! I'm so so so happy with the incredible response that savor (check it out if you haven't!) received that I've decided to share this one, too! please enjoy it for a while as I'll take some time to try and do something more elaborate with my next work with military!baekhyun
091125 update: gosh, it's been a while hasn't it? sports car part two, 𝟐 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, is finally here after roughly eight months. please check it out ♡
once again, my current and future works will always be created, centered, and catered to adults! so if you're a minor pleeeease don't interact. and to my dear readers, thank you for your tremendous support, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did envisioning it.
warnings: cursing, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, semi but almost public car sex (i'm not sorry), hair pulling, dirty talking, dry humping, fingering, oral sex f!receiving, cumplay, oral fixation, marking, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie (get used to it), cock warming, overall pure filth! you have been warned!
every adventure with baekhyun was something sort of too good. ever since you became 'acquainted', those shared glances were undeniably wanton. everytime he saw you coming into your mutual friends' parties with your girls, he'd have to put his teeth on something, either his bottom lip or his finger just to not walk into you and take you right in the center of the room.
you had noticed his stares. one would have to be blind not to, since he didn't really keep it discreet. as if sending a message not just to you, but to everyone, to assert some type of 'ownership'. you found it ridiculous just as much as you found it hot, because out of the bedroom, you didn’t really know him, always picking someone else to the dance floor knowing he'd see it.
you gave him some sort of a show, grabbing random dudes that would always end up stunned when you left them hanging, even if you were the one who initiated. it was light fun in your mind since you don't ever actually look towards hooking up with any of them.
everyone knew you'd mostly care for your girls, not having eyes for just any guys. of course, you knew how to have fun. you liked it that one time you made out with junmyeon when you met the group before baekhyun came into the picture. junmyeon wanted more, but you kept him at that, mild fun, even if sometimes you pictured letting loose with him or jongin.
you'd dance teasingly, not caring that much for your partner since you knew they'd be hypnotized by the way you knew how to work your hips close against their crotch, barely touching it. that was enough to make baekhyun clench his jaw and stand up, leaving his drink behind and walking towards the exit, not giving you a second glance. that's how the game usually started.
but he swore to himself he'd make it different tonight.
you turned to your dance partner with a sweet grin, interrupting their stunned attempts to get your number with your hand caressing their cheek. excusing yourself from the dance floor, you took your time to kiss your girls goodbye with knowing looks from them.
your steps were quiet against the fading music from inside the house as you walked into the porch, feeling the hot summer night. you were glad you chose a crop top and a skirt combo, as usual. you spotted a certain sillhoutte by the corner, smoking a cigarette as he leaned on the railing.
"you still smoke that shitty stuff?" you asked, not receiving any surprise from him since this type of conversation is normal between you two. when you actually talk, that is.
"you still entertain those shitty guys?" he retorted sharply, making you amused as you walked closer to him, standing on his side while your stare found his sharp profile.
baekhyun gave you the grace of his gaze, even though he was frowning with a certain scowl.
"I don't understand you." you muster with a seductive grin, analyzing how could he get so bothered with things that seemed so simple to you.
"you do. you just pretend you don't so you don't feel guilty of stringing me along." he murmured, dropping the cigarette and stepping on it.
"excuse me? stringing you along to what? exclusive sex?" you quipped, your grin fading quickly. if anything bothered you the most, was his audacity. byun baekhyun's audacity always made you want to give him a real reason to get mad.
he only chuckled. dryly. shaking his head as he turned away from you to walk across the street towards his audi, making you grumble with a guilty conscience while you watched him.
you knew through your girlfriends that baekhyun had some sort of 'hard crush' on you. you always found it unreliable because you'd never even gave him the grace of knowing anything from you from your own mouth, besides sex talk. you were sure everything he knew about your life was piece of info delivered through others like the things you knew about his own.
that he was somewhat of a reformed player. that he now didn't mess with just any girl for the fun of it anymore.
you found it hard to believe, considering how he looked, how he talked, and how he danced. how he caught to you before you caught to him.
it started with make out sessions after drinks, then messing around in bathrooms, to spending the night on his penthouse. it scared you, not only for the fact that it happened a lot, but also that you could never refuse him. you wanted him too much.
but for different reasons.
"wait!" you said, trying to follow his large steps. he opened the driver door, but you quickly kicked it closed before he could enter, "fucking wait, goddammit!" you shouted, earning a furious glare from how roughly you treated his car. not that you gave a damn.
"if you ever touch my car like that again I swear to god—" you interrupted him.
"I don't mean to string you along!" you snapped, "I just... I'm not good at that part." lowering your voice as your confidence dimmed.
you were never good with honesty, always telling yourself that you're as good as nothing if you ever were the first to fall in every past fling you've had. and that applied to just any type of relationship, especially to yours where you were both... kind of strangers. strangers that loved each other's bodies too much.
"what part are we talking about? the part where you just tease me with some random fuckboy just to get angry sex, or the part where you disappear in the morning without ever giving me the grace of a fucking word?" baekhyun spoke calmly, but you knew he was anything but, narrowing his eyes at your progressively curved stance.
"the latter," you meakly spoke," the 'figuring out where do we go' part." you murmured, feeling immature under his sharp gaze.
"oh my god. what else do I have to do to get to your fucking head that this," he pointed towards the both of you, "is not just some mediocre hooking up thing? I've been trying to get to know you for almost a year! god, even your girls know how fucking in love I am with you." baekhyun ranted, making you feel slightly embarrassed for being so unable of handling this, handling him, with maturity.
it wasn't that you didn't like him... you just couldn't. couldn't fathom getting involved someone that seemed so perfect without even trying.
"get in." he said, simplistic, walking around the car to the passenger seat and opening the door.
"what?" you asked, confused.
"just get in before I change my mind and leave you alone. for good." his voice said. cold, but you could hear the tiredness. you certainly didn't want to defy him now, knowing he's good with his words.
you cursed inwards and walked around the sports car with your head down, straining an awkward smile when he held the door to you while you entered, and got in the driver seat afterwards. his audi was more spacious than his porsche, which made you more comfortable as he drove into the night, both of you too tense to muster up words. your eyes stared pathetically at the car's tinted windows, seeing the droplets of summer rain start, fucking great.
your apartment complex was built in the past century, which meant any light wind could mess up your building's energy, much less with the rain. baekhyun knew that, but you never actually invite him over.
you looked at him as he stared at you, seemingly knowing your thoughts. "I'm not taking you to my penthouse again." he said casually.
"baekhyun, please? I'm not even gonna do anything, I just don't wanna stay in the damn dark by myself. plus the air conditioner won't work, so it'll be a humid oven in there." you sighed, but he didn't seem very interested in your lame excuse.
both of you stayed quiet as he stopped on a red light, checking his phone in disinterest before stepping on the pedal again, expertly driving through the streets. you'd find him to be a vision in other circumstances.
"I'm sorry."
baekhyun clenched his jaw at your words, but didn't say anything, so you continued. "fuck, baekhyun— i really am. it's just... I'm bad at... everything revolving people. I know it doesn't seem like it since I'm outgoing and 'extroverted', but when it comes to problems like this, I really have no idea about what the fuck I'm doing." you felt the car slow to a stop in the middle of the way to your home and his eyes turn to face you, but you continued, "the truth is that I didn't actually believe that I was hurting you. didn't believe that you actually, honestly wanted something to do with me that wasn't just stress relieving sex... even though you never actually gave me a concrete reason to disregard your feelings," you breathed, refusing to meet his eyes before you finished, "so I just cowered everytime there was an opportunity to face that and face you. I know none of that shit is your problem and you expected me to at least be honest and own up before it got to this point, but I failed at that. since that's all I've known in past relationships." you finished, ready to just leave the car and walk home on your own. fuck the rain, you just didn't want to face his coldness after all that.
your escape plan was fumbled as quick as it was formed, baekhyun locking the doors from the digital panel and grabbing your hand. he stared at you with conflict, but didn't have the same coldness and reservations from before your speech. he sighed and pushed one strand of your long hair behind your ear.
"why do you push me away, angel...?" baekhyun murmured with a voice sure to make you drop down your defensiveness, frowning as the answer was just as unclear to you as it was to him. you felt so small, and he hated it as much as you did.
"I guess I just..." you started, looking at him waringly only to find soft pupils focused on you so intensely that it made you look down again. "I tend to leave first because I never want to be the one left. I don't ever want to give anyone the ability to leave me again... so it doesn't have anything to do with something you've done or not." you looked at him again, baekhyun finally grasping understanding amidst his hurt from your actions, now sure they were consequences of protecting yourself.
"I had no idea, angel." he squeezed your hand, his thumb caressing it gently, his grasp pulling you into his arms for a soothing hug that you didn’t know you needed right now, the way his cool hand found your lower bare waist beneath your crop top made you shudder softly, resting your head against his spacious shoulder.
the way baekhyun looked at you when you leaned back made you gulp from the closeness. "now we can go to my penthouse, if you want to." he smiled, protective of you, which made you nod softly, but when he turned away from you to grab the steering wheel, you impulsively grabbed his arm, making him stare at you in confusion.
"what is it? I figured we could also order something when we get there since there wasn't any food at the..." he trailed off as you stared at him with those eyes. "...party."
you slowly made your way over the panel, thankful he chose his audi today, since it gave you more space to cross towards his seat. "what are you—" baekhyun started, but gasped as you straddled him, you legs feeling his jeans.
"angel, I won't do anything before I'm sure you're not leaving me afterwards." he spoke with his jaw clenched, strained, but serious.
"not even kiss me?" your voice murmured, close to him, watching him struggle to control himself.
it's not like you didn't want to take this seriously. not like you didn't mean any of your earlier words.
it was just hard not to want byun baekhyun when he looked into your pupils with such protective eyes. and even harder when he kissed you with such wanton lips. his hand went carefully behind your head as his mouth claimed yours gently in a way that made you pathethically weak, something that you felt was unfair. you pressed the button on the side of the driver seat that made it slowly descend, giving you more space to grind your hips against his, making him growl, parting the kiss with a rough tug on your hair.
"take this seriously if you don't want me to fuck you like you're worthless in the backseat." he hissed in a whisper, making you grin at the delicious tingles his proposition gave you.
but as much as you liked it when he was angry, you didn't want to make him mad anymore. not tonight.
your hand found his cheek, caressing him gently. "if I didn't take you seriously, I wouldn't tell you those things. I may be a coward, but not a liar." that made him release your hair and caress your scalp, "besides... is it truly wrong to want you this much...? to want to be yours right here in the center of the street?" you murmured, resuming your soft moves in his crotch, making him throw his head back in a curse, clearly unable to totally deny you
"you're lucky I'm in love with you." baekhyun grunted, meeting your center with his, the friction of his jeans and your pleated skirt making your breaths shorten. "I know," you purred with a wide smile, "but did I ever make you not love fucking me?"
that made his hands find your rear roughly, squeezing it in a way that made you whimper.
"you fucking minx..." he pulled your hips to his forcefully, making you grin lazily. "making me taint another one of my cars..." you gasped as one of his hands quickly found your heat under your skirt, rubbing up and down as you seeped through it while he spoke. "look at you. you're so damn shameless." he murmured on your ear as you curved from his touch, your hands finding his shoulders as an anchor when he tugged your panties aside and slowly inserted his middle finger, making you curse.
"could you go any slower?" you grunted with frustated sarcasm, but regretted instantly when you saw his annoyingly handsome, deviant grin, feeling his curling digit take his time as he hovered his thumb on your increasingly swollen clit.
"you know, darling? I actually wanted to wait a bit. I was hoping..." baekhyun trailed off, watching his finger pumping in and out of your wetness. "we could have just went to my house and... talked, actually met each other like..." he added his ring finger, making your brows raise in a gasp, "normal people who can actually hold a conversation."
you were practically getting yourself off on his fingers, throwing your head back in uncomposed breaths, before whining when he pulled them out of you.
"but you just had to act like your needy self, hadn't you? firstly... you entered the party with this..." he raked your skimpy outfit, his other hand kneading your ass, "pathetic plea for my attention. now you're in my car, acting like you need me as much as you need air. the rain already stopped, and you're not even ashamed of your weak excuse to get into my bed."
you only smiled recklessly, grinding on him as a counter attack, stealing him a curse. "you're talking like you're so much better, hm? even if I wore something casual in this hot summer night you'd be drooling over my ass, which if I'm not mistaken, you have. the entire night." you caught his eyes on your exposed midriff so you leaned closer, contracting your abdomen in anticipation of his touch on your waist, "I bet even if it wasn't raining, you'd take any reason I gave you just to bring me over and..." you trailed off, biting your lower lip as your stared at him, playful.
you knew those eyes of his, and what you didn't know from spoken words, you recognized from his deep stare, that unlike other guys you met, gazed you with devotion. in less than a second, your lips crash desperately, his hand that was carefully caressing your hips now rushed under your skirt to bruise your pale skin. the way his blunt nails grazed your skin in urgency made you part your lips to moan on his kiss, to which he took advantage and pushed his tongue inside, making you rake up his hair, messing the stylish curls.
you honestly thought it looked better that way, especially when you tugged them to make him moan a sound that, in all honesty, made you wetter. a selfish part of you wanted to be the only one to hear it, regardless of the implications. to drink on the deliciousness of his pleasured stares, ever switching from confident playfulness to longing pleas.
your bite on his lip made him puff and thrust upwards in the delicious friction of your dry humping, something that you two usually spent long minutes doing. he stopped your attempts of undoing his belt to murmur in your ear. "go to the backseat. let me eat you out." and if you weren't so turned on, you'd laugh at his addiction to your taste.
you only smiled softly, slowly crawling your way to the backseat in a exaggerated raise of your ass that exposed your damp, black lace under your pleated skirt. you eventually sat there with a full blown grin when you turned to face him, his fucked out expression focusing on the way you grabbed the headrest, pulling down your panties with one hand and throwing them carelessly to the front of the car, something that'd normally make him mad.
not this time, though. no. in fact, he caught them and stored on his pocket, making you roll your eyes.
"you really know how to act like a teenager when you want to, hm? baekhyunie?" you teased, sliding sideways as he made his way beside you, already separating your thighs and pushing your skirt up on your waist.
"does a teenager know how to eat you out like I do, angel?" baekhyun asked, looking up with a growing grin. and before you could even retort, you had to grab his hair with a curse at the slow lap of his velvet tongue between your folds.
he'd start slow with circling movements on your clit before pushing inside in a curling manner that made you moan. the way he made out with your pussy was something you were obsessed with, the intricate manner he took turns with nibbling and sucking made your thighs quiver, and you were sure he loved when you suffocated him between them, rubbing his nose to slobber on your taste in a filthy manner.
your mind was so high that you almost didn't notice the sound of the car window going down behind you, your eyes widened as you saw his hand pressing the button with purpose, his own watched your gasping reaction in determined lust.
"what the fuck! baekhyun, someone's gonna—!" your hand that tried to press the button over his own was caught in a tight grip, your plea interrupted from the absolute need to let out a gasp from the added fingers of his right hand that were paired with his tongue.
"let people hear how pretty you sound when it's me who's eating you out. fuck it, let them see it." the way his voice sounded low and raspy triggered goosebumps from within your cunt, and you were thankful no one was around at this hour. your head was thrown back another time when he started a rapid, skillful assault that would surely make you come within seconds. the thrill of it all was raising your senses even higher, your gasps echoing recklessly into the night with the promise of someone hearing it made you want to scream in ecstasy, the orgasm shattering your reality for a moment. you swore the strength of your grip on his hair hurt baekhyun, but you weren't bothered to let it go when he was determined on drinking your every remnant, only stopping with a push from your hand.
he exhaled with a grunt, panting as he desperately unbuckled his belt and tugged everything off in one go. "turn around." he stated, helping you when your moves were consequently sluggish.
you could already feel his chest on your back when he steadied his cock on your entrance, his lips kissing your neck as he caressed your curves, your hands clutching the — still open – window.
"do you want this? right here?" baekhyun said on your ear, unconsciously making you rub yourself onto him.
it could be considered embarrassing how your mind didn't give a fuck for the spot you were put. how your only desire was to be his in every place you could get, since you knew he'd care for your comfort and needs perfectly.
"yes." was the single word you muttered before slowly moaning from the way he stretched you from behind. you could even smile from how you felt him throb inside of you, elated from the way he cursed on your ear.
the small sting from the already quick pace he settled did nothing to snuff out your lust, only raising it to the max as the both of you moaned on the open car window.
"fuck— I love how your pussy throbs around my cock after you come...!" baekhyun strained his voice behind you, snapping his hips ferociously onto you in a way that made your eyes roll from how deep he hit.
you couldn't even properly speak, only taking what he gave you with grateful noises. when his fingers found your lips and his hand gripped your chin, you instantly opened your mouth to receive his digits lewdly, humming at the way he sucked onto your pulse point.
"such a fucking good girl, right, angel...?" he hissed, thrusting viciously. "do you like this? me fucking your pussy on open air? hm?"
you could barely stop your choked moans as he removed his fingers from your mouth to hear your answer. when he didn't, his open hand hit your ass in a harsh hit, making you yelp loudly.
"y-yes! fuck yes!" you shouted, shaken, whimpering as he caressed the sting he caused amidst his thrusts.
baekhyun only chuckled breathlessly, enjoying how you clenched everytime he spanked you. "just look at how good you take me... it's like you're swallowing me whole. such a perfect pussy." he kept changing it from slow to rapid moves, almost making your eyes well up with your inability to respond.
"god— I think I really fucking love you...!" he grunted, raising his pace as he smacked your flesh again. "gonna show you how much I love you by coming inside, hm?"
you could barely nod, his fingers pressing down your tongue again before baekhyun rammed into you one final time, filling you up with a groan. he kissed your neck amidst love bites and pulled you onto his lap further in the backseat as he closed the window. his hand lovingly went up under your top, caressing your chest through your bra as he muttered multiple praises and turned you to face him, asking if you were okay with everything and if he didn't hurt you in any way. it was so good you almost thought you were already his, even without the two of you putting it into words.
he cleaned you with tissues from the car's glove box before both of you climbed back onto the front seats in a comfortable silence as he drove you to his penthouse confidently. he held your hand even though you said you were fine, walking you to the elevator before you were finally on his couch, facing each other with a water glass on your hand. you gulped silently before setting the glass on his coffee table, hugging yourself as you prepared for the inevitable talk you've been delaying for months.
"how are you?" baekhyun's voice muttered as his eyes watched you curled on the edge of the couch, your stockinged feet on it, yet his question made you raise your brows in confusion. that was certainly not the first question you expected.
"I mean— how are you feeling? right now?" he rephrased, making you look down in thought.
"I... feel okay, I suppose." you murmured, unsure.
"do you wanna talk about us...?" baekhyun spoke softly, his hand finding your knee in an attempt to coax a proper response, something that made you feel guilty.
you stayed silent, contemplating everything before you slowly pulled your knee closer to your chest.
"I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to face such thoughts right now." you sighed, closing your eyes while you pushed your face between your knees, frustrated by your inability to express your worries properly.
you heard him standing up from the couch to hover over your figure, pushing your hair back gently without a word. that made you look up with a worried look, but it soon softened as you saw his face, the intentions of making you comfortable clear within his expression.
"you're really serious about this, aren't you?" you spoke, shy as you sat properly to let him sit close to you. "about me and you... getting to know each other?"
"I'm serious about it because I wanna be serious about what I feel for you. for what I want to feel as I get to know you, if you'll let me..." baekhyun hummed, laying his head on your shoulder, which made you grin softly.
"and what would it imply?" you spoke softly, turning your face to his lowered one, watching his lashes flutter as he looked at you before starting to visualize.
"oh, you know, the usual. dates, adventures.... lots of cuddles, plenty of kisses..." he paused, grinning at you as you rolled your eyes with a soft smile.
"you're ridiculous, you know that?"
"if being ridiculous makes you smile like that, then I'll take it." he said, making you groan and throw your head onto the cushion in a cringed expression. you heard him laugh, and unconsciously smiled when you faced him again, settling on a comfortable shared gaze.
baekhyun leaned closer, softening his expression as he spoke again "but more than that... supporting each other, trusting each other," you felt him lower his tone as he reached your lips, "being there for each other, through the good times and the bad."
"yeah...?" you whispered at him as you stared at his handsome face.
"yeah." he whispered back.
something about his tone and look made you kiss him, unhurried. it felt even better since he promptly responded by bringing you onto his lap to make out with patience.
"you're crazy." you said between pecks, inhaling his soft, woody, warm fragrance that brought you just as much comfort as it brought you desire.
"you're more." his said, breathy, sending newfound tingles in your lower stomach, and you remembered he still didn't give you back your panties, meaning you'd soon seep onto him if you kept this up.
so you figured, why not make it difficult for him?
you slowly inserted your tongue on his mouth, feeling his own eagerly swirling against yours in a lazy kiss, gently sucking onto him. that, paired with a couple of nibbles on his lower lip got him groaning, so you innocently moved your hand lower between your bodies and introduced your index within your walls, making you gasp. baekhyun only furrowed his brows, confused, but soon widened his eyes when you raised your hand between your faces, exposing the glistening of your juices coating your finger, before you licked the digit clean.
such action made him clench his jaw, exhaling through his nose as he stared at you sucking onto it.
"you wanna know what you'd get in a relationship with me, darling?" baekhyun spoke in a unnervingly calm low voice while his eyes were fixed on yours.
but before you could ask, he lifted you off the couch into his arms with ease, making you yelp as he walked with you further into the apartment, before reaching his master bedroom and tossing you on the bed. you yelped as your back reached his mattress, focusing your eyes on the one who stood before you, taking off his clothes in a hurried manner.
"you get all of me. every part. anytime you want." he stated as he got his shirt off in a manner you could only watch in a surprised awe.
"you get my mind," baekhyun unbucked his belt again, "you get my heart," his jeans and briefs dropped to the ground as he crawled onto the bed, on top of you. "and you get my body. all for you." he finished, pressing the tip of his already leaking cock against your folds. his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.
you cursed, shutting your eyes in overwhelm, just to hear him speak again. "and I get all of you. every part, every sound, every breath. all mine."
you opened them up only to find his face, completely whipped in anticipation for your response. both your breaths were shaken, your hand found his cheek with gentle caressing before your made your decision.
a relationship with baekhyun sounded far fetched from the start, you could already see that. but maybe a part of you longed to get to know him on the day after this. on the morning after, where your bodies are so spent you don't want to move away from each other. and maybe...
maybe you could turn this into something you won't be scared to face in the future.
looking at his eyes, you could see that beyond all the lustful desire, he only does this because that's the only thing you ever allowed him to do. so you breathed in, leaned your face closer to his in a way that lovingly made your noses touch, watching him close his eyes for a second.
"okay." you murmured.
it was another shockwave to feel him enter your walls again, and baekhyun took his time, gently pushing every inch in a painfully slow manner.
"you're still so damn tight, doll." he strained, hissing when he finally settled within in a torturous pace.
"s-so what, hm?" you stuttered, still adjusting to his thickness, making him chuckle at your attitude.
"so I think about it everytime I'm not thinking about dating you." baekhyun hummed, deliberately patient with his thrusts as he watched your facial expressions. "I love picturing us together for real, even when all I've seen is you like this... like..." he trailed off, closing his eyes to keep composure.
"like...?" you coaxed, meeting his hips halfway in a lazy manner.
"like a goddess." he murmured lowly, his dark eyes completely fixated on the way your face reacted to pleasure.
you only pushed your hand to his chest to stop his shallow thrusts and sat back with unhurried movements. you stared at him with intent to make sure he knew what you felt in the moment, finally taking off your skirt and crop top, then sprawling yourself on his bed, naked under his eyes for the first time tonight.
"then why don't you love me like one...?" your voice murmured in honest desire, your legs high as you exposed your center to him, bewitching baekhyun.
the suddenness of his next thrust caught both of you off guard, with a deep moan being ripped from his throat as he was, once again, completely enveloped by you. your legs wrapped around his waist as his body shuddered uncontrollably, the intensity of the sensation as big as ever.
"you little minx..." baekhyun grunted as he steadied his breath, pounding you against his bed in a way that made you cry out numerous curses, fighting for composure.
"I love that I can make you speechless." he whispered, rolling his hips repeatedly. and if you thought it was hard to keep your head clear amidst everything, it was ever harder for him. feeling your grip around him in a continuous pulse.
"not my fault your cock fits so perfectly." you choked, making him grin in a surge of satisfaction.
"and it's all yours." he murmured, his teeth finding your pulse point once again as he slowed his thrusts in a manner that accentuated the depth of his movements. "do you like it like this, doll? can you feel me like this, hm?"
you'd swear you'll kill him for this, for teasing you like this, but the only thing you could ever do right now is respond in a way that could appease both of your fires. even if it sounded pathetic. "th-there... right there!"
baekhyun smiled against your neck, his body responding to your words.
"here...?" he asked, repeating the motion, his hips circling against yours in a deep, deliberate motion, his body rubbing against yours in all the right places.
when he picked up the pace again, your hands went behind you in an attempt to achor yourself, trying to grab his headboard, but failing. baekhyun noticed and hummed, leaning back to watch your face with a small sheen against his temples, "hold onto me," his voice rough and ragged while his body continued in a fast, hard movement. "hold onto me, angel. I got you..."
even in your light minded state, you still replied, worried, "I'll scratch you..." with a breathy voice amidst pants.
"I don't care. scratch me, bite me. do whatever you need, but hold onto me." he rumbled roughly.
at a certain rough thrust, you cried out, digging your long nails on his broad back in a way that surely marked him. baekhyun hissed, the counterpoint of the pain making him go delirious as he kept whispering praises on your ear.
"I can't— can't take it much longer...!" you whimpered, feeling your tight coil extremely close to snap for the third time that night. he wasn't very far, either.
"I can feel it, angel. let—" he moaned, "let it go for me, I'm right there with you."
baekhyun grabbed you thighs securely, looking up at your face as you asked "together...?", making him nod his head.
"together," he panted, "let yourself go and come with me. I got you."
with guttural sounds from him, you silently screamed while tugging his hair and back, feeling both of your releases hit intensely. baekhyun cursed loudly, drawing out both your orgasms as he filled you up again, shaking with aftershocks on top of you.
there was a moment of mutual comfort in the silence that follow, both of you uncaring for how long you actually spent with him inside of you, since he settled beside your body, holding you close.
"you know I'll do anything..." baekhyun hummed in your hair, nuzzling your neck as you stared at the ceiling, finding his face in a soft, confused hum.
he knew it could sound repetitive to you, but he just had to say it again. and a part of you likes it. a lot.
"for you to be mine." the way he spoke your name afterwards felt good, sending shivers from inside of your body.
he raised his head to look at you, locking your gazes in a silent understanding with serious, but pleading eyes.
"say yes." he told you, fixed on the way you raked his sculpted face. the way his moles adorned his features.
"you'll never let this go, hm?" you grinned, looking down in more comfort than you'd expect.
"no." baekhyun said, with a clear tone that made you look back at him with shy eyes as he continued.
── .✦conteúdo: fluff&sugestivo da gabz, a pp e o kai são bailarinos “amigos” que vão pra uma baladinha pra desestressar. ~0.7k palavrinhas e eu acho que é só isso!!
── .✦notinha da sun: tô com hiperfoco no kai porque fica aparecendo vídeo dele no meu tiktok toda hora, “rover” tá na minha cabeça, lembrei de um filme da BoA de 2013 que é de dança e tals, ai eu achei de bom tom misturar tudo isso e escrever essa fic. espero que vocês gostem, beijoquitas!! 💋
— Jongin, eu tô começando a ficar com medo — você afirmou para Kai, era assim que todos os seus colegas bailarinos chamavam-o desde que uma professora apelidou-o desse jeitinho, mas você não, chamá-lo pelo nome verdadeiro era uma forma de estabelecer afinidade de equipe, embora você pensasse que já tinham atingido esse nível de intimidade desde a primeira vez que ele encostou a mão na sua virilha, naquela altura Kai provavelmente já gabaritara todos os pontos do seu corpo, sabia onde você sentia cócegas e se aproveitava desse conhecimento nos ensaios.
Felizmente, tinha o melhor parceiro para o festival internacional de ballet, Jongin era centrado, mas te fazia rir nos intervalos, às vezes fazia umas perguntas sem sentido e você se questionava se todos os grandes gostosos feito ele tinham um parafuso a menos, de certa forma, aquele era só um dos inúmeros charmes de Kai.
Porra, estava completamente apaixonada pelo seu parceiro de dança meio doidinho.
— Deixa suas coisas aqui — tinham entrado pelos fundos de uma balada que só conseguiram alcançar depois de passarem por alguns, muitos, becos. Você desfazia o coque do ensaio enquanto guardava a bolsa junto com a de Jongin, onde ele havia indicado, deveria ficar de boa, afinal vocês se tocavam o tempo inteiro por causa do balé, mas seu coração quase saiu pela boca quando ele segurou sua mão, te conduzindo, as luzes douradas enfatizando sua pele no mesmo tom, melanina lhe caia tão bem quanto... sei lá, você por cima dele?
— Eu trabalho aqui, mas tô de folga hoje — você provavelmente esboçava uma expressão engraçada, que horas ele trabalhava ali? Ele tampouco dormia? Jongin não tinha olheiras, na verdade o rosto dele era lindo e... — você sabe dançar?
— Eu sei que você sabe balé, mas acho que você vai precisar de muito mais do que pliés aqui — ele te ajudou a se livrar da jaqueta e ainda bem que o tinha feito, seus olhos se arregalaram com a quantidade de gente que viu assim que “saíram do backstage”, Kai cumprimentou alguns colegas no bar e você anuiu com a cabeça para todos eles, agora percebia que ouviu música clássica a sua vida inteira e se sentia um peixe fora d'água com as batidas de uma música quente, garotas de shortinho e regatinha e muito esfrega-esfrega.
— Vem cá — ele pediu com um sorrisinho nos lábios, seu coração batia rápido, fosse pelo ambiente, pelos olhos de Jongin em você ou pelo fato que teria que se aproximar tanto, Jongin queria te puxar pra pista de dança, afastado do centro, mas mesmo assim na pista, numa brincadeira, você fez menção de se virar na direção oposta, mas ops, a mão dele ainda permanecia segurando a sua — vai ser legal, eu prometo.
— Legal? Eu não sei nem rebolar, Jongin.
— É mais fácil do que uma pirueta — você sorriu, pertinho dele, conseguia até observar uma gotinha de suor descendo traiçoeira pelo rosto, pescoço, passando pelo pomo de adão. Estava tão distraída que nem percebeu que ele te virava devagar pra ficar de costas, as mãos masculinas descansando no seu quadril da mesma forma que ele fazia quando tinha que te içar do chão — vou te ensinar a rebolar, só... só sente o meu corpo e tenta repetir.
Você só balançou a cabeça, achou que poderia gaguejar se dissesse alguma coisa, felizmente ou não estava acostumada com aquilo, por causa do balé aprendia rápido, mas Jongin começou devagar, sem pressa nenhuma, conduzindo seu corpo através do próprio corpo e das mãos no seu quadril, em algum momento o ritmo de vocês dois entrou em consenso, sentia o sorriso dele, assim como a quentura do corpo, estava te enlouquecendo.
Foi por isso que se virou, face a face novamente só conseguia prestar atenção naqueles cílios grandes, na boca bonita, a pele doce de leite, talvez toda sua inspeção tenha sido a razão pra ele te beijar, calmo, doce e gentil.
— Não tem nenhuma regra do festival que impeça a gente de transar, né? — você sorriu com a pergunta, balançando a cabeça pra esquerda e pra direita, Jongin suspirou aliviado, a mão mantendo seu queixo pra cima, a língua encontrando a sua num beijo que deveria ser um pecado de tão bom, talvez seria bom se confessar depois de todos esses beijos com um homem perigoso e devasso que sabia rebolar.
— Na cama eu sei rebolar — Jongin sorriu com a sua observação bastante útil.
You'll know his anger immediately because he will have this expression on his face and do the tongue thing and the eye stare. His anger level will depend on why he's mad and who he's mad at. If he's mad at you, he will be so petty and passive-aggressive, giving you short answers or a burly acknowledgment. If he's mad at something work-related, it's best to let him cool off and not try to make him more angry than he already is, but if he's mad because of a fan, then you'd better figure out a way to help him and calm him down because his your boyfriend and his mad at you.
Xiumin:
When Minseok is angry, it can be either of two ways. Either he is extremely quiet, but you can feel his anger, or he is talking and being so passive-aggressive. He would try to keep his anger in check and would try to spend time alone to calm down so he doesn't lash out at you or anyone else. His way to calm down would be a cleaning session around the house to keep his mind off things and to calm down, so you'd better expect a few hours of him cleaning and you better help.
Yixing:
He rarely ever gets angry, but when he does, you can tell by his facial expression, though he is always so sweet and nice, and even when angry, he will try to be nice and stay calm. He would take some time for himself to calm down, but he will never lash out at you or anyone because he's a sweetheart.
Baekhyun:
When he is angry, it will be shown in his eyes. His once soft puppy eyes are now replaced with a pissed-off look; he would be quiet, but his eyes say it all. He might act like his not be mad at you, but you might as well be careful around him. When he is angry at you, he will scold you and tell you what you did to get him angry, but after a while, he will calm down and will expect you to apologize.
Chanyeol:
When he's angry, it means you'd better get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. He will start to frown at you from across the room; his tall figure and angry look will intimidate you. He won't say a word to you; he will just stare down at you, making sure you know he's angry and that it will take more than an “I'm sorry” to get on his good side, and even if you do, he will remind you what you did to get him pissed off.
Kyungsoo:
Run and hide and pray he doesn't catch you. This man will be so salty about whatever he's mad at; he will let you know his angry stare will get you, and he will complain. He will not hold back, and if you did something to piss him off, he will tell you exactly what you did, and if you try to apologize, he will cut you off, making sure his point came across and that you need to truly mean your apology.
Jongin:
This sweet baby will be so angry that he might cry; he will give you the silent treatment and ignore you when you try to talk to him. He will always walk away in the other direction when he sees you; he won't raise his voice, he won't try to talk, he will just avoid you and pretend you're not there. If his talking on the phone, he will make a passive-aggressive comment about you just so you know you have pissed him off, and to get on his good side, it will take cornering him and forcing him to listen to you, but you better have a good apology because he won't settle for the bare minimum.
Sehun:
He will be extra salty and will literally talk shit about you to his best friend Junmyeon right in front of you so you'll know you pissed him off and will also be so dramatic and tell everyone about how ungrateful you are for making him angry and might exaggerate when telling people why he's mad to make himself look like he's innocent.
tears run down my thighs | kinktober w/ k. junmyeon
♡ˎˊ˗ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (both receiving, 69!!!!), cum eating, multiple orgasm, overstimulation, squirting, pussydrunk!junmyeon x f!reader
♡ˎˊ˗ word count: 2,289 words
♡ˎˊ˗ summary: junmyeon loved to treat you like a princess, placing you on a throne or in his face.
“Was the pasta good, babe?” Junmyeon asked while he was doing the dishes.
“The pasta was delicious,” you murmured, keeping your voice low and slow. “But I’m finding the main course to be much more interesting.”
Sitting on the countertop, your attention was a magnet for his back. You drank in the silent show: the subtle flex of muscle beneath his thin t-shirt, the proud swell of his biceps, the taut curves of his forearms, and the lines of his veins standing out.
Junmyeon chuckled, a knowing sound. “Oh? And what, exactly, is the main course?”
“You,” you breathed, leaning forward. “And you’re absolutely mouthwatering.”
Junmyeon finally shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and turned to you, his gaze never leaving yours. The innocent chore was finished; you had his complete, undivided attention.
Junmyeon closed the distance between you in two long strides, and you didn’t wait—you lunged forward from the countertop, gripping the collar of his t-shirt as his lips slammed against yours. The kiss was immediate, rough, and demanding at once. His hips settled perfectly between your legs, pinning you gently against the counter’s edge.
“You knew what you were doing,” Junmyeon growled against your mouth. His hands traveled up your legs, his grip tightening possessively on your thighs.
“Of course, love,” you purred, breathless.
Junmyeon broke the kiss just to look at you, his eyes burning. “And what do you want now, babe?” His voice thick with desire.
He took your mouth, and your hands swept up his back, finally claiming the tau muscles you had been staring at. In one swift move, Junmyeon took your pants off, breaking the kiss. His hands immediately found your already soaked panties, and his eyes lifted to meet yours, glittering with a dark amusement that matched the heat in your core.
Junmyeon leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “You are unbelievable,” he rasped. “All of this… just for watching me clean?”
Before you could defend yourself, his lips moved to your inner thigh, leaving a searing trail. His thumb, slow and steady, traced the exact wet spot through the thin fabric. The soft, targeted pressure was overwhelming, and you instantly gasped, your hips instinctively lifting off the cold countertop.
“Yes,” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders. “It was a very good show.”
“I thought so,” Junmyeon teased, his mouth hovering just inches from your lace. “But I’m just starting.”
Junmyeon pressed his lips against your panties, and the shocking warmth of his tongue made a long, strangled moan tear past your lips. He savored your reaction, then gripped the thin silk, drawing the damp fabric down with excruciating slowness, his fingertips tracing the inside of your thighs.
You watched as Junmyeon stood, his eyes dark with purpose, and brought two fingers to his mouth, coating them with a slow, deliberate lick. Without a second of hesitation, he slid those wet, warm fingers inside you.
At the exact same moment, he captured your lips one more time, a crushing, demanding kiss that swallowed the sharp moan that tore from your throat. His tongue immediately found yours, a deep thrust that perfectly matched the movement below as his fingers curled inside you.
You couldn’t contain the blinding pleasure. You responded instantly, deepening the kiss with a desperate fervor, and sank your teeth lightly into his lower lip.
He reacted immediately, a guttural groan rumbling deep in his chest as his fingers moved faster and more skillfully, shattering the last of your control. Junmyeon tore his mouth away from yours, his lips immediately blazing a path down your face, tracing your jawline, neck. and finally on your breast, right over your blouse. You felt the searing, fierce heat of his mouth and tongue through the thin cotton, making your whole body convulse.
Just as Junmyeon was sucking an urgent mark onto your collarbone, he slid the third finger inside you. The deep, sudden fullness was a shock; the unexpected surge of pressure made your eyes squeeze shut as a helpless cry tore from your throat.
“Please, Jun—” you choked out.
Junmyeon pulled back, his eyes blazing down at your flushed face, that dominant look settling over his features. His three fingers moved with a relentless, skilled rhythm, pushing you higher.
“What is it, babe?” Junmyeon purred, he was clearly teasing you.
You almost screamed his name, a desperate, final plea that was half admission and half explosive pleasure. “You—Need you.”
Your entire body went rigid, your legs clamping around his wrist as massive, rolling shudders tore through your core. You buried your face against his neck, the climax utterly consuming you.
Junmyeon looked at you with a deep, knowing look of satisfaction in his eyes, as he slowly pulled his fingers out. The sudden emptiness was instantly replaced by an intense, burning heat as your juices slid down your inner thigh.
You gasped again, but couldn’t look away. Junmyeon dipped his head down, licking the sticky evidence of your pleasure directly from your cunt, a slow, thorough claim.
He then lifted his hand, his eyes still locked on yours, and brought his soaked fingers to his own mouth. As he tasted you, he finally spoke, his voice a husky whisper. “And tasty as always,” Junmyeon said, licking his fingers clean and never breaking eye contact.
“You’re the only one who can do that,” you managed, your voice trembling.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. Junmyeon leaned in, giving you a slow, wet kiss, tasting yourself on him. “Just an appetizer, babe,” he murmured. “Guess you’re the main course.”
Junmyeon helped you slide carefully off the cold counter, bringing you back to your feet. But as soon as your toes touched the floor, Junmyeon dropped to his knees right in front of you. Your breath hitched. His eyes, dark and fixated, didn’t leave yours as his lips came back to your inner thigh. He gently lifted your leg, supporting it with his strong hand.
“You don’t know how much I love this view,” Junmyeon murmured against your skin.
You watched, mesmerized, as his gaze finally flickered down, confirming his intent. His tongue made its first searing contact, teasing your folds with a devastatingly light touch that sent a new wave of fire through your cunt.
You leaned forward, your hands instantly gripping his soft hair. “You’re such a good boy, Myeonie,” you whispered.
Junmyeon paused just long enough to look up, a devilish, hungry grin on his face. “I’m only good for you,” he purred. “And you’re unbelievably delicious. I’m starving.”
Without another word, Junmyeon buried his face in your pussy. The hot, wet pressure after all the teasing was pure sensory overload; your trembling legs threatened to give out. Junmyeon noticed. He paused, looking up with a victorious, knowing smirk. He gave your inner thigh a soft, possessive bite, a sharp, electric sting.
“Look at you,” Junmyeon rasped, his eyes burning with desire. “Can’t stand up straight for your boyfriend? Wanna sit down, babe?” Before you could answer, his smirk deepened. “Then sit on my face.”
The command was absolute, a perfect fusion of dominance and adoration. You needed no further invitation; the heat in his gaze was all the strength you needed to obey.
Junmyeon didn’t wait; he lay back on the kitchen floor, giving you the perfect position. Without hesitation, you stepped over him, sinking slowly down, inverted over his face to claim the throne he offered. The moment you lowered yourself onto his mouth, a sharp, strangled cry of pure sensation escaped you. Junmyeon’s hands immediately came up, settling firmly on your hips to guide and anchor you.
“Oh god—” You instinctively placed your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles. Your fingers slid, lifting the hem of his t-shirt, and the exposed line of his abs immediately met your touch.
Junmyeon ate you out like a starving man, his tongue relentless and demanding, and the pleasure became an overwhelming moan. Driven by pure desire, your lips descended, kissing the rigid lines of his abs.
You couldn’t contain the loud moans echoing in the silent kitchen, your hips moving frantically against his face, driven by the relentless, hungry devotion of his tongue. The intensity was mutual. Junmyeon groaned deep, a low sound of pure enjoyment that vibrated up through your pussy.
As Junmyeon devoured you, your mouth, still pressed against his lower abdomen, traced his muscle. Driven by a wild need for control, you sank your teeth into a soft bite near the hem of his pants. The teasing pressure made him release an immediate, guttural moan right against your skin.
“Yes—Don’t hold it, princess,” Junmyeon rasped. “I’m yours.” His lips trapped your clit, sucking deliberately, slurping loudly.
You arched your back. “Jun—” you gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, he licked, “I promise.”
Your fingers found the snap and zipper of his pants. With a quick motion, you removed them, tossing the fabric aside. Beneath the denim, you found his hard bulge, covered by his boxers. You smiled against his skin, tracing his cock through the material, stroking him slowly. Your lips kissed the rigid shape right over the fabric, hunting for the subtle wetness until you found the first drops of precum.
“You’re a demon,” Junmyeon gasped, completely breathless.
“Only for you, Myeonie,” you whispered, your lips still pressed against him. “Did you really think I’d let you have all the fun?”
His lips curved with immediate desire. “I love when you’re this greedy,” Junmyeon growled.
With a quick pull, you finally freed his cock, your tongue found his sensitive tip. Junmyeon responded instantly, a powerful groan rumbling deep in his chest. In a desperate, mirrored action, he sucked your clit sharply from below, a clear attempt to silence himself and redirect the overwhelming sensation.
Moaning, you took him deeper into your mouth. Your tongue curling, and teeth teasing his tip, sucking him slowly. Junmyeon fought it, his body tensing, but he couldn’t hold back the loud, raw moans.
You pulled back slightly. “I want some fun,” you whispered, licking the precum from the tip. You slowed your pace, sucking slowly, your fingers stroking his balls. “Lemme reward you, Myeonie,” you murmured.
“God, you’re doing it so good,” Junmyeon choked out, his head falling back against the cold floor. “Fuck—”
You two were close, but you didn’t stop, entirely focused on the giving and receiving. The rhythm you set was too much for him. Junmyeon couldn’t contain himself by thrusting your mouth slowly. The deep pressure nearly made you gag, but you held fast, loving the sheer power of his need.
Junmyeon lasted only a few more seconds before he lost it, surging forward with a final, desperate groan as you took his full, straining cock deep into your mouth. You didn’t stop sucking him off, maintaining your powerful strokes on his balls.
His desperation peaked. Junmyeon buried his face deeper into your pussy, his tongue now frantic and deliberate. The wet, hot pressure of his mouth and the vibration of his moans against your clit were a perfect, sensory overload. The final tension was unbearable. You felt the powerful muscles in his shoulders knotting as his body began to seize.
Junmyeon pulled back slightly, “Shit—I’m gonna cum, princess,” he breathed, his voice raw.
Junmyeon abruptly pulled his mouth away. His fingers immediately replaced it, pressing hard and precisely against the spot that would send you over. You had to yank his cock from your mouth to make room for your own raw, high-pitched moans.
You bit his lower abdomen—a hard, possessive nip—and your hands began jerking him off frenetically. Junmyeon cum, instantly, explosively, the hot, thick thread coating your fingers. His moans were loud and hoarse as his cock pulsed, throbbing, but his fingers never stopped.
A minute later, you felt the heat erupt again in your cunt, a powerful, overwhelming mix of cum and squirt. You finally broke free, scrambling off his face, your body spasming, practically soaking his t-shirt and chest.
Only then, fully spent, gasping for air against his damp skin, you finally collapsed, clinging to a breathless Junmyeon who lay ruined with you on the kitchen floor. “Oh god…” he gasped.
With tender, aching care, he eased your legs away and shifted you gently to rest in his lap, face-to-face. As he swept your damp hair from your face, you felt a sting of shame for the mess and his ruined t-shirt, avoiding his eyes.
Junmyeon noticed your retreat. “Don’t,” he murmured, tilting your chin up. He kissed your forehead, then dropped his gaze to the damp patch on his chest. “Shit, babe. I love when you’re ruined like this,” Junmyeon confessed, a slow, possessive smile spreading across his lips. “I swear you’re so beautiful.”
“But you’re soaking wet,” you whispered, your voice thick with shame. “I can’t believe I just... sprayed all over your shirt.”
“I love it,” he whispered, his eyes full of adoration, pulling your face close. “Always,” he kissed your temple. “You know,” Junmyeon murmured, his voice still low and husky, “I might require one final, intimate act of service.”
“What is it, Jun?” You finally met his eyes.
“I need a bath, princess. A long, hot one.” Junmyeon tilted your head back, his eyes glittering. “And since you were the magnificent cause of this… beautiful mess, I’m gonna need you to personally help me with the clean-up. Wanna help me?”
“Absolutely,” you whispered, burying your nose in his neck. “I volunteer, Myeonie,” you kissed his jaw. “I’ll be carefull.”“No need, babe,” he found your lips, kissing you with a playful grin. “Now, get up, before we accidentally end up making love on the floor.”
