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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Fuck. You really should have declined this fucking date.
You were in your second year of University, now you were currently hours away from your friends and family now, but you needed it. For your first year of University you had gone to one closer to home, and while the school was good, you were miserable. You lived at home with your overprotective parents, who didn't allow you to go to any parties, join any clubs, or do anything you wanted. They were smothering you and you felt like you couldn't breathe while being around them. You needed to leave, so when you heard you had been accepted for your second year, 6 hours away, you were so fucking delighted.
Here you were, at your new school for 4 months and you had only managed to make one friend. Everytime she invited you out with more people, something came up and you hadn't really been able to meet more people who you vibed with. Lisa had quickly become your best friend. And while you loved this school, you almost regretted transfering, due to your current predicament. When a guy from one of your classes, Mark, had asked you out, you hesitantly accepted. He was nice enough in class but now he was weird and making you uncomfortable.
“What kind of things do you like to do?” You ask, trying to bring on some kind of conversation.
“I'll like whatever you do.” He smiles, reaching over the table to grab your hand. You quickly pull it back, pretending to itch your leg.
“You don't have any hobbies?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You wanted to get the fuck out if here.
“You. You'll be my hobby. I could look at you all day.” He smiles. That made you groan.
“I think you need to have your own hobbies. Staring at me is not a hobby.” You say, checking your phone. You quickly typed a message to Lisa, begging her to call you with an emergency. It's only been 30 minutes of this date but you couldn't do it anymore.
Seconds later your phone rang, Lisa's name popping up on the screen. You gave Mark a slight smile before answering. She was laughing on the other end, but you put on a pretty convincing performance.
“What? Oh, Lisa!” You exclaim. “Yes of course, I will be right there.” You finish.
“Meet me at the Rook.” She says before hanging Up.
“I'm so sorry Mark, I have to go.” You tell him, grabbing your purse. “There's an emergency.”
“What happened?” He asks.
Fuck, you hadn't thought that far.
“Her…dad was hit by a..dog.” You stutter. “Yeah, just zoomed right under him, took him right out. He's in the hospital.” You say. “Thank you for a..evening.” You finish before darting out of the diner. You decided to walk, since you weren't far from the bar she wanted to meet at.
Pulling open the doors, you're met immediately with Lisa at a table with a few others you hadn't met yet. Others that would soon become just as close to you as Lisa.
“Y/N!” She screams, giving you a giant hug. “This is Jennie and Rose, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun.” She smiles introducing you to everyone. “So, how was your date?” She asks. You settle in at the table and begin telling them all about the 30 minutes you had just spent with Mark.
“He kept trying to touch me, saying that he'd do whatever I wanted him to do.” You sigh. “It was all very weird and he made me extremely uncomfortable.” You finish, finishing off your drink.
“Who made you uncomfortable?” You hear a deep voice from beside you. You glance over and see quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever seen. He was tall, black hair parted just right. He wore a nicely fitting shirt, dark ripped jeans. He pulled up a chair beside you, sitting down and smiled at you.
“Ah, Y/N, this is Chanyeol.” Lisa smiles. “Y/N was just telling us about her date tonight.”
“If you could even call it that.” You laugh. “I only lasted 30 minutes before Lisa called me with an emergency.”
“Speaking of, what did you tell him the emergency was?” She asked.
You covered your face in embarrassment.
“I never said I was good at lying.” You start to defend yourself. “Your dad was hit by a dog.” You start to laugh. “It zoomed under him and took him out.”
Everyone stared at you before the table erupted in laughter.
“Oh my poor dad.” She laughs.
**
A few hours and a few drinks later, you were all paying your tabs, but first exchanging numbers with everyone at the table. You'd all made a plan in a few weekends to get together, there just happened to be a party at the EXO frat, and you, Lisa, Jennie and Rose were going to attend. You were happy to finally be making some new friends.
“Are you sure you're okay to get home?” Lisa asks you, as you sway outside the bar.
“I um, think so.” You giggle.
“Yeah okay.” She laughs. “Jongin?” she says, motioning towards you.
“I'll happily get her home.” He smiles, fuck he was hot. You glanced over at Chanyeol, but he had already turned to walk away.
Jongin wraps his arm around your waist, heading in the direction of your address, that Lisa had told him.
You shouldn't have drank so much
Before you knew it, you were standing in front of your apartment door, trying to unlock it, but it really didn't help that you were seeing two of the locks.
“Here.” Jongin laughs, taking your keys from you. He unlocks your door, allowing you to stumble in. He hands your keys back to you. You mumble a thank you as you walk in and crash on the house. You can faintly hear Jongin chuckle as he closes your front door. You wanted to get up to go to your bed, but unfortunately your body was already down for the count. You snuggled into the couch and very quickly drifted off to sleep.
**
You swear to god you felt like you died. You rolled off the couch, your neck was stiff, your body hurt. This is why you never slept on the couch, you felt like an old, frail woman after whose body was failing her.
“Fuck.” You cry out, trying to move your neck around as you make your way to the bathroom. You turn on your shower, as hot as you're able to stand before checking your phone. You'd been added to a group chat with all that you met last night. They were talking about their upcoming week, until Jongin asked about you.
[From: Jongin 10:08am] How are you feeling this morning, Y/N? 🤣
[From: Lisa 10:08am] she probably feels like shit lol
[To: Group 10:10am] hangover wise, I feel great. Body wise? I slept on my couch and I have a hunchback now.
[From: Baekhyun 10:11am] don't die on us now
[To: Group 10:12am] no promises. I'm pretty fucked up ha.
[From: Jongin 10:15am] I can straighten you out if you need
You stared at your phone with your mouth hanging open. Did he? Was he really hitting on you? Your phone dinged again.
[From: Lisa 10:16am] I'M SORRY WHAT
[From: Kyungsoo 10:16am] I'm going to throw up my breakfast.
[From: Jongin 10:17am] STRETCHING. You fucking pervs. But I mean.. 😉
You set your phone down, and got into the shower. Would you take Jongin up on the stretching? Probably not, the hot water was already helping. However, would you take him up on sex if he offered? Possibly, but there was one face you just couldn't get out of your head.
**
The weeks went by, and you spent more and more time with Lisa, Jennie, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun and Chanyeol. You didn't see Chanyeol as much, but you would see him around school every once in a while and when you would see him, you were met with a smile and a wave. You really wanted to hangout with him more.
The night of the party finally arrived, you were getting ready with Lisa, Jennie and Rose. The way you all acted together, no one would have known that you had only met the other two a few weeks ago, it was like you'd known them for years. Music blasted through Jennies apartment as you all danced around while doing your makeup, hair and getting dressed. Pre-drinks flowed and already you were having so much fun, you couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night had in store for you. An hour or so later, the four of you walked into the house of EXO, immediately met by the smell of weed and sweat. People were drinking, smoking, dancing and it looked like everyone was having fun. You and Lisa made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink while Jennie and Rose went to talk to some people. After a few more shots, Lisa dragged you to the dance floor, where you both let loose. You felt a pair of hands slide behind you, grabbing your waist tightly. You looked up at Lisa who had a weird look on her face. Turning your head, you looked to see who was behind you. Immediately you were uncomfortable. It was Mark.
“Hi, baby.” He whispers into your ear. You look at Lisa with wide eyes, mouthing “help” to her.
“Bathroom break, c'mon Y/N.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you away from him. She pulls you upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.
“Oh my god, thank you.” You breathe.
“Ew, what is he doing?” She says. “What did he say to you?”
“Hi baby.” You gag, remembering the feeling of his breath in your ear.
“Oh that's fucked up.” She laughs. You both wait a few minutes before you head out of the bathroom, looking down the hall to make sure he's not waiting for you. Luckily he isn't upstairs, and when you went downstairs, you didn’t see him. You breathed a sigh of relief. You and Lisa got another drink, heading back to the dance floor where you met the rest of the group. Hours had passed and you had forgotten about your little interaction with Mark. You had left the dance floor, sitting on the couch with someone you didn’t recognize immediately. He wore a sweater, ripped jeans and a hat that almost covered his face.
“You want a hit?” he asks, passing you a blunt. You’d smoked a few times before but not very often because of your parents. You happily took it, taking a few puffs before handing it back. He looks over at you, giving you a smile and that's when you saw.
“Chanyeol.” you smiled.
“Having fun?” he asks. You nod your head as you feel the weed mixed with alcohol hitting you.
“That may have been a bad idea.” you giggle. Chanyeol smiles at you. Before you can say anything, you’re being pulled off the couch by Jongin, who insists that you dance with him, so you do. His hands on your hips as you grind your ass into him, but your eyes never leave Chanyeol. He adjusts his hat, showing his eyes that are set on you. Chanyeol licks his lips as he watches you dance with Jongin, his hands moving up and down your body. Chanyeol leans forward, his eyes still trained on you, his arms now resting on his thighs.
When the song is over, Jongin asks if you want a drink, you decline, wanting to go back to Chanyeol but you were cut off.
“Hey you.” Mark smiles, stepping in front of you. “Why did you run off?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
“I've been with friends.” You say, trying to push your way past him, going anywhere else. He grabs your wrist, tightening his grip.
“Why are you trying to leave? I'm talking to you.” He snaps.
“Look Mark, you seem nice.” You say, glancing down at his hold on you. “But it's just not going to work out between us.” you finish, trying to get him to release your arm.
“Why not?” He asks, holding you tighter.
“I'm just not interested.” You say, fighting his grip a little harder now. You were beginning to panic. Everyone was in their own little worlds, no one realizing what was going on.
“You haven't even given me a chance.” he spits. You can't be nice anymore. He just wasn't getting it.
“I don't fucking like you.” You yell, pushing him with your free hand. His grip loosens a little, allowing you to rip your arm from his hand. You turn to walk away, catching the eyes of Chanyeol, who was looking at you with a concerned look. You start walking towards him when you're pulled away, Mark's hand back on your arm, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards the front door. You looked back for Chanyeol but he wasn't there. Mark continues to pull you through the crowd. Panic was really starting to set in, until you came to an abrupt stop.
“Move.” Mark yells. You look ahead, seeing Chanyeol blocking the way.
“She doesn’t seem interested, dude.” Chanyeol deadpans, glancing down at Mark’s hand on your wrist. He grabs Mark’s arm, swiftly moving Mark’s hand from you. “Don't touch her, or we're gonna have a fucking problem.”
Mark stares at Chanyeol for a moment before looking back at you. He gives you a wink before he walks away.
You let out a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding. “Thank you.” You say to Chanyeol.
“Can I take you home?” He asks. You quickly look around for the other girls to say goodbye, but you can't see them.
“Please.” You half smile at him, heading towards the door.
The walk home was pretty quiet, until you were close to your building and Chanyeol spoke up.
“So that guy..” he starts.
“Was the guy I went on a date with a few weeks ago.” You confirm.
“That's crazy.” He laughs. “I mean, I can see the appeal though.” He smiles.
“It's just right up here.” You tell him, pointing to the building coming up. “Would you.. want to come up for a drink or something?” You ask. Chanyeol nods his head, as you both make your way into the building.
You really had planned on having a drink, but as you closed your door behind you, Chanyeol turned around, looking your body up and down. He stepped towards you, you stepped back, backing into the door.
“Just say no if you want me to stop.” He whispers.
You say nothing.
He crashes his lips onto yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, both of your tongues tangling together as he deepens the kiss, pushing his body against yours. You quickly discard your coat onto the floor, never breaking the kiss. Chanyeol bends down, his lips leaving yours and moving to your neck as he puts his arms under your thighs, effortlessly picking you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall once again, freeing his hands as you're still wrapped around his body.
“Hope you didn't like this shirt too much.” He groans, Using both his hands to rip open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
That was so fucking hot.
He pulls the shirt off of you, throwing it wherever, he kisses your neck, moving down your chest. You flick his hat from his head, upset that you were the only one half naked.
“Bedroom?” he asks.
“Kitchen table.” You breathe.
He smirks, walking you to the table. He lays you down, pulling his shirt off in front of you.
Holy fuck.
He was a lot more muscular than you had originally assumed, he looked so fucking good. He reaches up, grabbing the waist of your jeans, he tugs them down, discarding them on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You place your feet on the table as Chanyeol kneels down in front of you, peppering kisses between your thighs. You're so fucking wet, desperate and needy right now and this was not helping.
“Please.” You pant.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” He says, moving closer to your pussy but not close enough.
“Eat me.” You groan, spreading your legs even more. Chanyeol licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, spreading your lips before he licks a strip up your wet pussy.
Fuck
“Mhmm.” Chanyeol groans, latching his lips to your clit. You back arches as he continues to lick and suck on your clit. Your eyes are closed as you feel him reach up, grabbing your tits, squeezing as he devours you. Your toes curl as he moves his mouth quicker, your hands make their way to his hair, gripping tightly as you push his face deeper into you, grinding your cunt on his face.
“Oh my fucking God.” You cry out, your orgasm building quickly. “Shit, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You whimper just as your orgasm hits you, your eyes roll back into your head as your body works through the pure fucking euphoria you were feeling. Chanyeol takes one last slurp as he stands up, his rock hard cock pressing against his jeans.
He gives you a cocky smile as you sit up, your head spinning uncontrollably. “Wow.” You whisper, sliding off the table and down to your knees. You fumble with the button of his pants for a second before you get it undone, yanking his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
You grab the base of him with your hand, licking the precum from his tip, before letting him shove his cock down your throat, as far as he could. You gag on him as he grips your hair. He thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, tears falling down your cheeks, making your mascara run.
“Your fucking mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans, giving you one more hard thrust, before pulling his cock out. “I don't want to cum yet.” He breathes. You stand up, staring at him, he takes his thumb, smearing your mascara even more.
“Fuck that's hot.” he groans, bending you over the table. He stands behind you, his hard hands on your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance, his large cock stretching you out.
You cry out loudly as he shoves himself into you as far as he can go. He slowly pulls himself out before slamming back into you. Chanyeol grabs your hair, taking a clump in his hand to pull your head back before picking up his pace. His cock slams into you, hitting the perfect spot to build up another orgasm
“Right there, fuck, don't stop.” You scream. He lets go of your hair, pushing your head down, pressing your face into the table as he rams into you.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He groans, not slowing down. Your apartment fills with the sounds of your skin slapping together, moans coming from both of you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air as you came all over his cock, tightening your pussy around him. He pounds into you for a few more seconds before he finishes, releasing his cum inside of you.
He stands with his cock still inside you for a few seconds, both of you catching your breath. He pulls out of you, asking where the bathroom was. You continue to lay on the table, pointing in a direction, you weren't quite sure which one but he'd find it. You couldn't move, your legs didn't want to work right now. When he came out, he chuckled at you still laying against the table.
“Need some help?” He asks.
“please.” you half laugh. “I'm weak.”
Chanyeol laughs, scooping you up, taking you to your room, that he saw on the way to the bathroom. He laid you in your bed, covering you up with your blanket. He grabs your phone doing something quickly with it before pulling out his phone. He looks at it briefly, furrowing his brows.
“I gotta go, but I'll text you.” He smiles. You nod your head, your eyes already closed. chanyeol leans down, placing a small kiss on your lips before heading out.
Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.
Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE
Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai
⫷ Exo Masterlist
Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.
"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.
She looked at him, smiling proudly.
“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”
Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.
“I wanted to try new things for this album.”
“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.
"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."
Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.
“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.
Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”
Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.
He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.
That was enough to make her tremble all over.
“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.
Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.
Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.
One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.
The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.
They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.
It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.
She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.
He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.
Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.
Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.
Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.
Mainly because he was between her legs when he started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.
His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.
Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.
For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.
But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.
She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.
Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found her throbbing clit.
Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.
Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.
She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.
Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.
His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.
But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.
She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.
When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.
"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.
Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.
Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.
She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.
He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.
He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.
Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.
“You take my cock so well.”
"Fuck."
Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.
Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.
"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.
He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.
“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.
Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.
He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.
“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.
He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.
“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.
Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.
He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.
“So that’s how it’s going to be.”
Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.
Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.
“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.
"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.
Sehun laughed, bitterly.
“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”
Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.
Did Sehun like her? Since when?
“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”
She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.
She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.
“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.
One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.
But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.
“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.
And he looked at her, completely hurt.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”
An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.
“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”
Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.
She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.
“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.
However, he stopped her, holding her arm.
"Come to my home."
She took a deep breath before looking at him.
“Jongin, but Sehun-”
“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."
She smiled slightly.
"What do you mean?"
He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.
“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”
She bit her lower lip.
“No more sex in the studio?”
He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.
“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”
pairing: step brother!chanyeol x reader
word count: 2.8k+
genre: smut, angst
warnings: slightly dom!chanyeol, slightly bratty!reader, pseudo incest, cowgirl position, dirty talk, some degradation, name-calling, hickeys, breeding kink, lots of angst
synopsis: you've fallen in love with the one person you can't have
author's note: this ended up being completely different than what it was meant to be but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. unedited.
It was your first time visiting home since you’d moved out months ago to go to grad school. You’d missed the place. You were looking forward to sleeping in your childhood bed and eating your mom’s cooking and playing with your baby half-sister, Mimi. You were even looking forward to your step dad's diatribes on politics and the future of the country. The one thing you weren’t looking forward to was–
“Hey YN,” Chanyeol, your step brother, opened the door with a small smile on his face. He was currently serving in the military and had a couple days off to be at home. Chanyeol’s father had married your mother when the both of you were 16. He and his father had moved into the house you and your mother shared and although it was initially an adjustment, you were happy to see your mother so happy after such a long time. You’d never known your own father, being the product of a one-night stand during your mother’s younger, wilder years, and your stepfather seemed to balance out her somewhat flighty personality.
“Hey Chanyeol,” you said, a little uneasily. The only issue was your super hot, tall, stepbrother. As soon as you met Chanyeol the first time, you felt an immediate attraction to him. And he obviously felt the same as within a few weeks of him moving in all those years ago, the two of you had ended up in bed together, losing your virginities to each other.
As time went on, you and Chanyeol began having sex whenever your parents were out. Every single time you swore it would be the last time, but try as you might, you couldn’t resist him. It wasn’t just sex. Chanyeol was funny and sweet and jovial and just so much fun to be around. You didn’t understand how you were expected not to fall for him.
He pulled your luggage from your hand without asking and began to carry it to your room. You followed him, “Where’s my mom? And your dad?” The house was quiet, not bustling with activity the way it usually was with a toddler buzzing around.
“They took Mimi to her dentist appointment,” Chanyeol replied, putting your bag down beside your bed. Mimi was the sister that you and Chanyeol shared, a cherub-faced two-year-old who was excessively doted on by both her mother and her father. It was sweet, like they were both desperate to do the parenting thing right this time now that they had a partner to do it with. “They just left so they probably won’t be home for an hour or two.”
You nodded, trying to ignore the feeling in your gut. “Well, that’s a shame. I’ll just wait for them then, I guess.” You were being awkward, which wasn’t like you. But you felt awkward and you didn’t really know how to hide it. Spending time alone with Chanyeol was dangerous. You were your weakest self when you were with him.
“YN,” Chanyeol said suddenly, grabbing your hand. You froze, looking into his eyes for the first time since you got home. “Come on. Shouldn’t we talk?” He rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb, a familiar gesture. It was enough to make you feel slightly flustered.
“Chanyeol…” you let out shakily, “There isn’t really anything to talk about, is there? It’s wrong.” You tried to end it last time you saw him. Really end it. You figured that now that you were going off to school, putting considerable distance between the two of you, maybe it would stick. But it still didn’t seem to do so for him.
Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is it?” He pulled you in closer, moving his hand so that it was gripping your wrist now.
“Don’t do that. You know it is. Don’t start trying to justify it just because you’re horny and–”
“No. Don’t fucking demean it like that. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re in love with each other.”
“Shut up!” you said shrilly, terrified that someone would hear even though you knew that the two of you were alone in the house. “It doesn’t matter what you say or what you feel because it’s wrong.” You emphasised the last word as though Chanyeol were a simpleton and you were losing your patience with him. “You’re my brother.”
“Step brother. We’re not related by blood. Besides, it’s what you feel too,” he shot back, pulling you in even closer now and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You couldn’t help it. You put your hands on his chest. He just felt so solid and familiar and yours. He was your weakness and you’d never been particularly good at resisting temptation but you knew you needed to try.
“Loey, please,” you looked at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is. I said last time that it couldn’t happen again. It’s not right.”
“You say that every time,” Chanyeol said, ignoring your pleas. He forced a kiss onto your lips and just like that, it was as though a switch had been flipped in you. You melted into him, kissing him back. It was so fucking easy for him to make you surrender to him and you would’ve been ashamed if you weren’t so overwhelmed with desire.
He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist automatically, keeping your lips attached to his, tasting his familiar taste. The want for each other was palpable. You wanted this as much as he did and you both knew it.
Chanyeol put you down on your bed and got on top of you, moving down as he kissed and bit your neck. You didn’t stop him. You wanted to be marked by him. You’d figure out how to cover up the hickies later but right now all you wanted was to be owned by him, to be filled with him, to be fucked senseless on his cock.
You let him pull your top up over your head and expertly unsnap your bra. He pulled it off, throwing it to the ground and then grabbed your breasts with both of his hands and buried his face in them. He began squeezing and kissing them, biting them, taking your nipples between his teeth. Chanyeol loved your breasts. They were easily his favourite part of your body and he was like a kid in a candy store anytime he got his hands on them.
“Loey, let’s make it quick, huh?” you smiled, biting your lip. Even though Chanyeol had said your parents wouldn’t be back for a while, you were still slightly nervous.
“Sorry, you’ve just got perfect tits,” he said breathlessly.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you replied, teasingly. You knew Chanyeol was popular with women and that he slept around. It wasn’t like the two of you were together in any real sense of the word so you couldn’t really be upset about it. And he’d never been in any sort of serious relationship as far as you knew.
“I don’t,” he said, more seriously than you’d anticipated. He pulled his own shirt off, reaching behind his neck and removing it the way guys did. He then unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your legs, taking your panties along with them. He stuck a large hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit. “What do you want?”
“I wanna ride you,” you said, fully naked now.
He smiled, “Good. I need to see those tits bounce.” You rolled your eyes as pulled his sweatpants and boxers off, laying down flat on his back.
“You really need to work on your dirty talk, you know?”
“Don’t need to be good at dirty talk with a cock like this,” Chanyeol said, stroking it a few times, hard already. Chanyeol did have a great cock. Well, he had a great everything but his cock was particularly nice, as far as they go. It was proportional to the rest of him, which meant big.
“Yeah, yeah,” you replied, mockingly. You got on top of him and grabbed it, lowering yourself on to his length, moaning wantonly as you did so.
“I missed your pussy,” Chanyeol said, looking at you with lust-filled eyes.
“Yeah? You’ve been thinking about it?”
“I have,” he said, thrusting up into you. He grabbed your hips, pushing you down onto him and grinding up into you. “Have you been thinking about me?”
You stuttered a little, “N– Not at all,” you lied and Chanyeol smirked.
“Brat,” Chanyeol said, giving your ass a squeeze with both hands, making you let out a little squeal. You bent down to lock his lips in a kiss, a rough, sloppy one. He bit your bottom lip and tugged it before letting go. “You’re lucky I like you.”
You straightened up again and smiled, bouncing on his cock with your dripping wet cunt.. He eyed your jiggling breasts and let out a little growl. His cock throbbed as you continued to ride him gently, building up more intensity with each passing second. He watched his length disappearing inside you over and over again.
“God, your cock feels good, Chanyeol,” you moaned, throwing your head back. It really did. It sounded cheesy, almost comical even, but no man fit you quite like Chanyeol did. You felt waves of pleasure building up in your core.
“Fuck yeah it does. Ride me just like that,” he responded, thrusting up into you faster. You were meeting each other’s rhythm and you whimpered being hit in all the right spots.
No one knew your body like your step brother did, as fucked up as that was to say. You’d slept with a handful of other men and none of them had ever made you feel even close to what Chanyeol could. He took turns squeezing and smacking your ass. He wanted to leave marks behind, you knew that, a handprint or a bruise he could tease you about later. You quickened your pace, feeling yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Chanyeol did as well.
“Only I can get you like this, hmm? Coming apart on my cock like a dirty whore?” he said, speeding up even more. It was like he was so in tune with you that he could read your mind sometimes.
“Only you, Chanyeol,” you mewled and he looked at you with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“You’re so pretty like this… I’m gonna cum in this tight little pussy… Knock you up. Do you want that?”
“Yes, Chanyeol, fill me up. I want you to do whatever you like,” you said, knowing you were on birth control and the chances of you actually getting pregnant were minimal, but the breeding thing seemed to be a favourite of his so you always indulged it.
“And then with your belly round and your tits leaking milk, everyone will know,” he said, his voice low, “that you’re a dirty whore who seduced her step brother by acting like a slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” you protested meekly.
“Yes, you are,” he replied, punctuating it with a particularly hard thrust. “You’re the worst kind of slut. You’re a slut for your step brother’s cock.”
Shame filled you but so did arousal. You knew that the sinfulness of this was part of why it was so pleasurable, so thrilling. The fact that you had to keep this a dirty little secret between the two of you heightened every single feeling.
“I’m going to cum, Ch–,” you began but your orgasm interrupted you in the middle of your sentence, making you throw your head back and moan. This was enough for Chanyeol who followed soon after, thrusting quickly a few times before he came inside you with a groan. You felt his seed inside of you and you couldn’t deny there was a tiny part of you that wished he would get you pregnant so you could be marked by him in the most permanent way.
You lay in each other’s arms on your single bed with Chanyeol’s large body taking up most of it whilst coming down from your respective orgasms.
“It could work, you know? We could make it work,” he said. He didn’t have to elaborate, you knew exactly what he was talking about. You’d had this discussion many times before and it always ended the same.
“We can’t,” you said simply. “You know we can’t.”
“We could move somewhere far away. Another country even. It would be like starting fresh. We’d have no ties to anyone. No one would even have to know.”
You sighed. Chanyeol always got like this after sex. He’d always propose some far-fetched plan where your relationship could work and you always had to talk him down, to disappoint him. You hated doing it every time.
“I can’t abandon my mom. Or Mimi. Would you be able to leave all your friends and family?”
“For you, yeah,” he said and it felt like he’d reached into your chest and squeezed your heart in his hand. You didn’t expect him to say that, especially so nonchalantly.
“Please,” you said, a little desperately, “Let’s just enjoy this… these stolen moments. I know it’s not ideal but it’s all we’re meant to have,” you said, trying to sound reasonable even though it was tearing you apart inside to do so.
Chanyeol said nothing, tensing her jaw for a second before relaxing it again, “Yeah. It’s just not enough anymore.”
“Are you mad?” you asked, carefully.
“No. But I need to tell you something.”
“Tell me what? You’re not pregnant, are you?” you joked, trying to add some levity to a situation that was feeling increasingly tense.
“I met a woman,” Chanyeol said. “She’s great. I like her a lot. She’s not you, but…” He trailed off.
He what? You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your throat felt tight.
“But what?” you asked, not wanting to know but also needing to know. You were frightened of what you were going to hear and you almost thought he was joking until he continued.
“The relationship is getting serious. I can see myself with her in the future. I won’t say I love her, not yet anyway, but…” He cleared his throat. “If you really mean it, if you’re really serious about not wanting to be with me… I’m gonna make things official with her. Introduce her to the family and everything.”
“Oh,” was all you said. It was all you could say. Your heart was breaking in real time and you were trying not to cry. It was wrong of you to be upset, selfish even, but you couldn’t help it. Unwittingly, you’d always thought of Chanyeol as yours, even when you were ending things with him over and over again.
“So I guess I wanted to say it’s now or never. It’s up to you,” he said solemnly.
The choice weighed heavily on you. You couldn’t imagine never having Chanyeol again. The stolen kisses and glances. Sneaking out to the car to fuck in secret. The road trips that you’d taken together, the only times you two could play the normal couple you wanted to be. It would all be gone just like that?
Not to mention the fact that you hated the idea of him with another woman, touching her, making love to her, being in love with her. Simply put, it was soul crushing.
But then you thought of your mother, who’d worked so hard to raise you despite the difficulties of being a young, single mom. And your friends. And school and work and the life that you had here. And sweet little Mimi, the sister you and Chanyeol shared who looked at you like you hung the moon. How could you leave all of them behind? It would be horrible and selfish and you’d miss them terribly. It was impossible.
“I can’t, Loey. I’m sorry. I love you. I do love you. But I can’t. You should… continue things with this girl,” you said with a tone of finality. It was truly over now, your love story, you knew that.
Chanyeol said nothing, his face stony. He sat up and pulled his clothes on quickly, getting up and walking out of your room without looking at you. Saying you were devastated would have been an understatement. You were broken.
You got up and went to your bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside without even waiting for it to warm up. The water hit your body and you finally broke down in tears. You knew you’d made the right decision, but right now the pain was almost unbearable. You cried and cried, sitting on the floor of the shower until you felt like you were out of tears. You were grieving the loss of the only man you ever loved and you didn’t know when you’d ever be okay again.
Helloooo! Omg omg! I miss Jongin so much 😭😢 How about panther hybrid jongin as your co-worker being jealous/sad that you interact less with him. So he confesses how he feels about you. Kink: praise/worship, dom-you, sub-him. Dialogue: "I could make you feel better", "Jealousy is not a word I'm familliar with". Thank you. 🥰
panther hybrid!jongin x fem!reader || dialogue: "i could make you feel better" + "jealousy is not a word i'm familiar with" || kinks: praise/worship, dom/sub, oral || warnings: no warnings because this has been the most wholesome~ || wc: 615
please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT
“It’s so cute that you are jealous,” you smile softly, head tilted to the side as Jongin finishes confessing to you. He has been getting more and more frustrated with the fact that you seem more interested in everyone else but him. It’s not really on purpose, you just notice he’s not been needing your help as much but since he’s so pouty about this – maybe you should make it up to him.
“Jealousy is not a word I’m familiar with.” He huffs, folding his arms across his chest with his long black tail flicking in the air behind him.
You take a step closer, scratching under his chin and listening to the deep purr that escapes him. “Come now, I’ll make it up to you.” You coo, having him look at you, “I could make you feel better.” He contemplates for a moment, clearly conflicted before his tongue peeks out, eyes flicking down to your lips and nodding because all he can think about is kissing you. “Aww, see, that’s a good boy~.”
It’s a little cruel maybe, playing into things like that but you’ve been attracted to Jongin since you started working there so one chance? You’d take it especially since he’s so easily giving it to you.
He lays underneath you, completely naked and on display while you straddle his lap, fully dressed and a wicked smile on your face. You’ve always wondered about the rippling muscles that he hides under those dress shirts and you’d like to say you are pleasantly surprised by how toned he is.
Fingers trace along his collarbone, nails scratching lightly over his warm, golden skin and the way he squirms from this simple touch has you almost purring yourself. He’s so cute. How could you not want to break him? Down, lower; your fingers drag painfully slow over his abdomen before you stop at his hips and pull away. “Will you behave for me?” He nods, bottom lip plump from the make out session earlier, “words, Jongin.”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Mistress.”
What probably surprised you the most about Jongin other than how fit the man is, is how obedient, how submissive he is for a man who has a high position in the company. Sure, you’re equals, but you had expected him to have this very typical dominant attitude in the bedroom but oh, Jongin folded the moment you bit his bottom lip and pulled him to your bedroom.
Not wasting any time, you move between his legs, feeling his eyes watch you as you settle between those strong thighs and making sure to not accidentally lay on his tail. Jongin’s hybrid genetics don’t bother you one bit, a common species to come across but there’s something about his sleek black fur that makes him beautiful. More attractive. He takes care of himself, it’s obvious and right now – you’re going to take care of him too. Gripping his hard cock in your hand, you meet his eyes before dragging the flat of your tongue up the length before sucking on the tip and pulling away to stroke slowly. “Ah, fuck,” Jongin’s head tips back but the quick command to watch has his eyes on you.
Watching even as they almost flutter shut every time you tease him, giving him a taste of what he’s in store for before taking pleasure in your new toy.
If you think this will make Jongin less jealous afterwards, you’re sorely mistaken, the panther hybrid is one jealous beast and you’ll learn later on what it means to have him as your pet. You’ll soon learn what it means to have him as your lover.
Established Relationship, PWP, slice of life, fluff, smut
Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving while being a drama queen about it), sex toys (picture fluffy tail butt plugs)
Word Count: ~3.6k
Summary: Baekhyun realizes that betting his ass for a petty argument with his partner was moronic. He is a man of his word though. He will follow through.
Author’s note: Yay, it’s time to celebrate another milestone!! Thank you guys for joining me on this wild ride haha I hope you enjoy this little somethin’ bbhorny times detected lmao This would be a little different rip Baek's ass but I just wrote that on a whim in a couple of days and thought it’s great for the occasion. Let me know if you enjoyed it!
Baekhyun’s eyes were rounder than the moon when he realized that he was wrong.
You were having a very out of the blue argument just the other day, and the fatal words had escaped his mouth.
‘Can you bet your ass that you’re right?’
It wasn’t even a real issue to fight about. The reason you got so fired up over nothing was alcohol, of all things. Neither one of you was willing to let it go and leave the other one having the last word, so...
Baekhyun fucked up.
‘When we confirm that I’m right, I’ll shove the fluffiest puppy dog tail butt plug up your ass and have you call me master.’
Baekhyun royally fucked up.
‘Might clamp your cute little nipples too.’
Baekhyun dug his own grave.
‘Or I will shove it up yours and have you eat your words.’ You simply rolled your eyes at him then, and to a clueless spectator it could seem like you’d forget about this petty argument by tomorrow.
But there you were the next day, standing right in front of your bed and drilling Baekhyun’s bloodless face with your eyes.
‘I told you it wasn't Bugatti. It’s number two on the list.’
Baekhyun was almost glad that you enunciated that, because he couldn’t see the screen in front of him. He stayed still for a bit, as if his soul had fled from his body, leaving him behind as a lifeless shell. His head was a vacuum, and his usually quick-witted mind was failing him at this crucial point of his existence. A few more moments passed before he slowly looked up at you, like a bashful child.
‘Heh,’ he laughed awkwardly, and you only offered him a perfunctory smile. ‘Rolls-Royce Boat Tail is more expensive? It seems like I’ve- made a mistake?’
‘You were totally wrong.’ You responded mercilessly, making him shudder.
‘Babe-’
‘Oh no. Forget it.’ You raised your palm, cutting him off. ‘I had to listen a-a-all night how ‘fun’ it’s gonna be for you to see me all fluffy-tailed and roughed up.’
‘I said no such thing!’ Baekhyun shrieked, quickly catching himself as you gave him a look. ‘Babe…’
‘Did you not?’ You huffed, crossing your arms on your chest. ‘I assume you also do not recall running your mouth about my nipples?’
Baekhyun licked his lips nervously and swallowed.
He remembered. He remembered how he initiated his own demise. Was he for real? And for such a nonsensical argument too…
Baekhyun dropped on his knees right in front of you, and you almost jumped from the sound of him crashing on the floor so dramatically.
‘Y/N-ie, I was in the wrong.’ He said, hugging your legs. ‘I’m sorry.’
When your ass is on the line, nothing would be beneath you, not even begging, right?
However, this did not faze you at all. You were so used to his antics that it only made you even more determined not to let him off the hook.
‘Oh, but Baekhyunie… What should we do? You’ve already purchased the device for the execution.’
This was the reason why Baekhyun avoided drinking as best he could. He didn’t just get himself into the most ridiculous entanglements, he also acted whimsically on his urges. Say, going to a specialized shop to buy the fluffiest looking tail butt plug and a pair of fluffy ears to match. He went as far as to tell the poor cashier that he was going to put it to very good use.
Well, he didn’t specify on whom.
‘Worry not, my love. I got some nipple clamps and a collar to complete your-’
‘Ba-abe-’ He muttered desperately into your thigh, hugging your hips even tighter. ‘Please, I can’t do it…’
‘Why is that?’ You huffed, although unable to resist the temptation to ruffle his soft blonde hair with your right hand.
‘I just can’t,’ he whined childishly, offering no reasoning.
‘It’s funny how you assumed that I was gonna do it the second we ‘confirm’ that you’re right. And now you’re a groveling mess at a mere thought, and I’m supposed to be the better man?’
Baekhyun knew you were right.
He also knew that if he whined for a bit longer, you would probably leave him be. But your words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was pretty obnoxious about this when you made the damn bet, and he was the one who initially suggested the punishment. And he was so sure he was right that he didn’t even try for a second to step into the loser’s shoes. He didn’t think it through, and now he had to stand by his word and meet his fate like a man. This was only fair to you. Maybe a little less fair to his butt.
You craned your neck forward to peek when Baekhyun became silent for too long. He did make you kinda angry earlier, you weren’t gonna lie, and you were almost determined to make him suffer for it. But he was still your partner, and you loved him. So, when you noticed that he was getting way too stressed about it, your hand moved smoothly to pet his hair calmingly.
‘Baekhyun-ah…’
‘I’ll do it.’ He said curtly.
His voice sounded small and dispirited, and it took you another second to catch his meaning.
‘Huh?’
This time, he made an effort to sound more confident.
‘I said, I’ll do it.’
~
That exchange took place last week. And he still couldn’t do it.
He made an unenthused attempt on that very day, actually. Made a huge mess on the bed, trying to utilize massage oil to get himself ready. Instead, he simply oiled up all of the sheets, and his entire body, and didn’t manage to get the butt plug anywhere near his ass. He was screeching and wailing and groaning – all that without getting it even 0.1 inch in.
You felt like watching it was worse than just doing it yourself.
‘Babe, just give up. I don’t want you to suffer like this.’
‘No. I said I’ll do it, so I will, I just need to prepare. Shall we reschedule for Saturday?’
He had probably hoped that Saturday would never arrive, but it did. And even then, he had yet to muster the courage to take on his punishment with dignity.
But it’d been an hour, and you were getting tired of watching him huffing and puffing, crying about the injustices of life and his poor asshole. He was buck naked the entire time too.
‘I’m also cold… Why is it so cold in our house? Can’t we afford heating? I should try and earn more money…’
You sighed.
‘Baekhyun, it’s not gonna work.’ You stretched your arms and legs before sitting down next to him. ‘Either quit it or let me do it for you.’
‘You? Do it for me?’ He shook his head. ‘Impossible. I’d like to preserve at least some dig-’
‘Lie flat on your belly. Right now.’ You ordered strictly.
‘Yes, ma’am.’
You smiled at his sudden obedience. He obviously trusted you to help him get it over with, but preferred to be strongarmed into doing this. To preserve some ‘dignity’.
‘Just relax, baby. You’re way too tense.’
Climbing on top of him, you poured some of that massage oil onto his bare back. You ran your palms up along his spine smoothly, and Baekhyun grunted like an old man.
‘God, you are just one giant knot.’ You muttered, putting a little more force into it.
Another muffled grunt escaped his mouth, this time sounding a bit more like a moan.
‘Here, here, grandpa. You can entrust yourself to me. Both your back and your butt.’
He grumbled into the pillow, and you could not make out his words. Instead, you went up his shoulders to knead the back of his neck. This spot was always sore, and he did not surprise you by suddenly going tense and groaning loudly before deflating into a lax mess.
‘You know what, Y/N…’ He mumbled between sighs of contentment. ‘You can fuck me in my ass right now and I won’t object.’
‘That’s the plan,’ you giggled, satisfaction washing over you just from seeing his reaction to your touch.
Of course, you knew all of his spots, both physical and emotional. It did not take you long to turn him into a whimpering puppy. The only thing missing was the tail.
You tugged your shirt off and leaned onto his back, allowing him to feel your half-naked body.
‘Good for you,’ you purred into his ear, chuckling as he squirmed.
Hand snaking under his abdomen, you found yourself squeezing his length.
‘You’re not ‘getting hard’, baby. You are hard,’ you hummed, giving him a couple abrupt pumps before running your oily fingers over his lower stomach. ‘Let’s get you ready.’
Baekhyun whined and hugged his pillow, while you crawled towards the edge of your bed to get the discarded lube. When you shuffled closer to him again, you couldn’t resist slapping his cute round butt.
‘Ouch!’ He yelped just for the sake of it.
‘Don’t be so sensitive, sweetie,’ you mocked him lovingly.
‘You mean!’ He answered sulkily.
‘I am very nice! And I wouldn’t start a quarrel with me if I were you. My finger’s about to be shoved up your ass quite literally.’
He was whinging again, but quickly recollected himself, throwing a blue glove at your face.
‘At least use this.’
‘Are we playing doctor?’ You teased him lightheartedly.
‘Y/N, I’m gonna die. I’m literally dying.’
‘Okay, okay.’ You capitulated, putting the glove on. ‘Drama queen.’
It wasn’t like you were a pro in this either. He was the one who had put you in this position, not that you’d asked to do this. However, you did use the time in between his last attempt to pop his anal cherry and today to gather some helpful information. So, you were intending on using it to your benefit tonight.
‘You will like it more than me, that you can count on,’ you reassured him.
‘I seriously doubt it,’ he grumbled before jumping up. ‘Ah-ah-ah, what are you doing, I’m not ready!’
‘Sorry, I poured too much lube by accident,’ you smiled sheepishly. ‘Lie back down before it gets smeared all over the sheets.’
He kept complaining under his breath but obeyed.
‘Can you like… perk up your butt a little?’ You asked, trying to find a comfortable position to start.
‘No.’ He shot back unapologetically. ‘I’ll die.’
‘Why do you keep dying before anything happens?’ You reproached him. ‘You are such a pussy.’
Baekhyun turned his head around dramatically to glare at you.
‘What?’ You stared back. ‘Did I lie? Am I wrong?’
He turned back to his pillow and slightly repositioned himself, bending his right knee.
‘Good. Arch your back a little too.’ You pressed on his lower back, and he grumbled again.
‘You hate my guts, don’t you?’
‘I love you a million, baby.’ You replied with a smile, barely containing a schoolgirl giggle from locating his asshole. ‘Wow, I didn’t expect you to prepare. How neat.’
‘Shut the fuck up,’ he replied, also laughing despite his embarrassment and frustration.
You traced his butt cheek with your index finger before rubbing his anus lightly.
‘Oh shit-’ He tensed up under the pad of your finger, and cursed again.
Giving him some time to adjust to the light strokes, you kept spreading lube over his sphincter.
‘Are you still dying, hon?’ You inquired. ‘Try to relax.’
‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ he gurgled into the pillow he kept holding onto.
‘We can stop if you-’
‘Just get it over with! And then I can proceed and finalize my death.’
‘What an honorable man,’ you noted sarcastically. ‘If you squeeze your butt like that, I won’t be able to do anything.’
He huffed like an intimidating hedgehog, and then sighed, giving up the last of his pride.
‘Okay. Just please don’t rip my ass.’
‘Have you seen the size of this plug? You’ll live.’
As soon as he relaxed enough for you to try something, you probed at his ring of muscles again. Praising him for keeping it more or less slack, you were able to insert one digit.
He was now only communicating in breathy curses, so you added more lubrication before slipping your finger out and inserting it back in just as carefully. It took a while for Baekhyun to get used to it and stop resisting the intrusion, and you were beginning to feel more and more like a doctor performing a procedure on him.
‘You’re doing great, baby. Two fingers in.’
‘Y/N… I can’t do this…’ He muttered feverishly, and you knew he didn’t mean it.
Frankly, he looked like he was simply in denial about enjoying this. But he had no idea that you would not rest until you found the most intriguing spot. It was the only reason you had agreed to the whole thing. You were curious about what would happen if you located it and stroked over it gently.
Like so.
‘A-a-ah!’ He jolted, and squeezed your fingers almost painfully.
‘What?’ You asked, unsure about his reaction.
‘That- what was that?’ He muttered, gripping the pillow case with his fist.
‘Did it hurt?’
‘It hurts now… But not before.’
‘It wouldn’t hurt if you relax! And I think it was your prostate. Didn’t know it’s that sensitive though.’
‘My wha-’
‘Can I stroke it again?’ You asked, enthusiasm reignited in you, despite getting rather stiff from the position you had to be in.
‘No! Leave my prostate alone,’ he barked, yet perked his ass up higher.
‘Getting mixed signals here. Should I read your ‘no’ as a ‘yes please’?’
‘Y/N…’ He whined, and you circled his spot again. ‘If you do, I think- I think I’m going to-’
‘Die?’
‘Come…’
You oh-ed in surprise. Not that you didn’t do your research, but the pace of this was unexpected.
‘Not yet. There’s one little thing left.’
You slowly slipped your fingers out of him, making him groan.
Finally, the intricate sex toy was in your hand, ready to be deployed. In several modes too, but your wrought-up partner didn’t need to know just yet. Thus, you had placed an important appliance under one of the pillows earlier.
After holding it for a few moments to make it comfortably warm – Baekhyun was a whiny little bitch, after all – you spread a sufficient amount of lube on it to make sure it’d fit easily.
Baekhyun could be heard cursing again.
‘Okay, come to momma.’
He emitted a growl, which thinned out into a whine.
You sat next to him and stroked his butt cheeks. Now that you were thinking of it, he would look pretty good with a fluffy tail. You didn’t know you had it in you, but now you certainly felt aroused at the thought of pulling at it as he fucked you. Wouldn’t that be just perfect?
‘Shit, it’s cold!’ He complained as soon as you pressed the metal body of the plug to his hole.
‘You are very high-maintenance, did you know that?’ You complained right back. ‘Take it if you wanna finish tonight.’
‘Why do you hate me so mu- a-ah-’
The plug slipped into him with much less resistance than you’d anticipated, and all that was visible now was the tail.
‘How is it?’ You asked, genuinely curious. ‘Baekhyunie? How does it feel?’
He kept breathing through it for another minute, and then managed to retort.
‘Like it doesn’t belong there…’ He tried to glance at his poor ass, but gave up halfway. ‘My life is a joke…’
‘I bet it is.’
He made an effort to glare at you.
‘Get over here.’ His angelic blond hair made him appear much less menacing than he wanted to.
You stretched out next to him, but not before removing the rest of your clothes to become equally as naked.
‘Fuck.’ Baekhyun cursed, burying his face in your breasts. ‘Remind me to never argue with you again, ever…’
‘I thought you were having fun,’ you ruffled his hair a bit, while he was letting you.
‘Yah. The pain in my butt hole isn’t really aligning with my idea of fun.’
You shoved him back slightly to get him off your chest, and groped his ass. The disturbance made him flinch, although not entirely displeased.
‘How would you react if I told you that this cute fluffy thing actually has a pretty handy remote?’
The blond looked confused, but only for a second – before you gripped at the base of his ‘tail’ and angled it.
‘Ah! Fuck this shit!’ Baekhyun moan-yelled, confirming that the toy was damn near his spot.
Chuckling at this, you leaned in to kiss his bare shoulder and reached under the pillow in the search of the said appliance.
‘There it is.’ You showed Baekhyun the remote. ‘I bet this will be nice.’
You clicked once, not giving your partner a chance to say anything.
‘Oh shit-’ He jolted in your arms, and clenched his jaw. ‘Y/N…’
‘I know, baby. I won’t ramp it up much.’ You promised, pressing your index finger to one of his nipples.
The tiny bud was firm, and you could see Baekhyun shiver from the touch.
‘Should’ve clamped them in the beginning…’ You mused, gradually increasing the vibration of the toy. ‘Does this feel alright?’
Baekhyun moaned in response.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you snickered.
He didn’t let you laugh for much longer though, grabbing your waist and pushing you back down. Opening your legs roughly, he got between them and instantly pressed his hard cock against your labia.
‘Fucking hell-’ He gritted out, as soon as his hips snapped forward, disturbing the plug inside him.
‘This is kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie,’ you sighed, stroking his lower back. ‘Move or I will level your ass massage up again.’
‘Fuck no, I already feel like I could come…’ Baekhyun replied quickly, slowly retracting his pelvis before swaying it into you. ‘Shit, Y/N, it just feels so weird-’
‘Weird but nice, right?’ You lowered your hand to tug on his ‘tail’ again.
‘Oh god please-’ He sighed, dropping his head on your shoulder.
You could feel him shake every time you adjusted the toy. It was definitely affecting his prostate, and the sobbing he tried to muffle by your skin only confirmed it.
‘Babe,’ he moaned, renewing his slow thrusts into you. ‘You want my death or what?’
Snickering at his words, you playfully scratched his upper back with both hands.
‘Faster.’ You replied simply, grasping the remote again.
Baekhyun focused on delivering upon your request, and you physically shuddered with him. The vibration was quite literally driving him mad, so he was soon groaning in both pain and pleasure. His speech was incoherent, and you weren’t sure how many times you had clicked the button, but you could hear – almost feel – the vibration ripping through his tight muscles and abusing his prostate.
You knew his hips were moving on their own, more out of instinct rather than intent, but it was all fine. At this point, you just wanted him to finish. The buildup left both of you a complete mess, and the craving you had in you now was more of his euphoria, not yours.
‘I’m c- babe I’m-’ He tried to speak, but the intense sensation overwhelmed him to the point of squealing.
Readily clutching the remote, you pressed the button several times to avoid overstimulating him instead of prolonging his pleasure, and he still allowed a high-pitched whine to escape. He was trembling and writhing on top of you, and you could feel the hot creamy wetness pooling at your own entrance. The visual stimulation sent you into overdrive.
‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’ You moaned, eyes closing shut as you joined your partner in the oblivion.
~
It was at least half an hour later that you were finally able to untangle yourselves from each other, and free Baekhyun’s abused asshole. Not without him grunting and grumbling the entire time, of course.
‘Shit. I won’t be fucking sitting down for a fucking week.’ Your partner complained in a tired voice, flinching as his sphincter constricted again after the plug was removed.
‘Lying down is better anyways,’ you hummed, planting an impish kiss onto his butt cheek.
Baekhyun muttered something incoherent, and you were sure there was more diffident cursing in there.
You scooted closer to him and stroked his hair lovingly. Suddenly you realized that you did not employ all the inventory you had prepared.
‘Damn, we forgot about the ears and the collar too!’ You gasped. ‘Well, you can always wear them next time…’
You shrugged, trailing off, and turned to him, anticipating his reaction.
Baekhyun’s face assumed the most scandalized expression.
‘Next time?!’
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog, it is important to me and I appreciate your feedback💜 As usual, my asks are open~
Pairing: Alpha!Baekhyun x Omega!OC
AU: Wolf/ABO
Genres: Romance, Supernatural
Warnings: Violence, smut in later chapters
Click here to read the first chapter: Link
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The natural hierarchy among werewolves is based on a simple concept. Alphas are the strongest, ruling over betas and omegas, the rarest and weakest wolves in society.
Life as an omega is difficult, as Chohee knows from experience. Exposed to the whims of her callous alpha, Yejun, she decides to risk everything in a dangerous escape from his pack, breaking his power over her. She flees through several territories, injured and alone, until a fateful encounter changes her plans. Chohee runs right into her soulmate, Baekhyun, an alpha she fears from the very first moment.
When she ends up at Baekhyun’s home, dependent on his protection to survive, the young omega struggles against her fate. She refuses to submit to another alpha, fearing history to repeat itself. A single bite from her soulmate would seal their bond and leave her chained to him forever…
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Author's Note:
This is my most recent story concept! If you've read my vampire AU Spellbound, you'll probably enjoy Wolfbound as well.
The characters' appearances in this AU are inspired by the Exist photoshoot. <3 I can't wait to explore the alpha/omega dynamic with this fic! I wrote a wolf AU before, but not involving a wolf OC, so this will be interesting.
The first chapter is already online and can be read on Asianfanfics: Wolfbound. As usual, I won't post individual chapters of my longer stories on tumblr.
author’s note: this is something i’ve been thinking about for a long time. like the domesticity of doing your morning routine with your partner? a need. i had to write this drabble to encapsulate my desires, so enjoy <3
Morning eludes you at times.
Countless times you have found yourself waking way past ten, but not with Junmyeon.
He prides himself on being an early riser, always managing to wake up at 8:30 no matter what time he goes to bed the night before. Not to mention him immediately wanting to begin his day productively.
This was something completely foreign to you.
Unless you had to do something in the morning, you always spent the beginning hours of your day wrapped in blankets and mindlessly scrolling. It was difficult to get out of bed some days, but that was how you liked it.
Not your boyfriend.
Last night was the first time you ever spent the night at Junmyeon’s place. It was blissful: falling asleep in his arms while he read to you. Since you were a light sleeper, you felt him getting out of bed, tiredly pouting because you wanted him wrapped around you like the night before.
“Good morning,” he says, voice still heavy with sleep. You smile when he kisses you on the cheek, the softness of his lips echoing on your skin.
“Baby...” you hum, not opening your eyes. “Come back to bed.”
“Can’t. Gotta get ready.” He shakes you slightly, causing you to whine out. You give in and open your eyes, suddenly happy that you did so.
His hair was messy in that cute way it always was when he just wakes up. He also was wearing one of your favorite garments of his, an old wrinkly college sweatshirt you had only just recently returned to him.
“There you are.” You giggle, reaching your arms out. He smiles, long dimples protruding from his face. He grabs your hands, pulling you so you’re now sitting up.
“You’re so pretty in the morning.” He whispers, kissing you on the forehead.
“Says you.”
Junmyeon brings you to the bathroom where all of your stuff is neatly laid out. You put on your spa headband, making sure all of your stray hairs are tucked away before turning the faucet on and splashing water onto your face.
Junmyeon brushes his teeth as you spread your cleanser all over your face, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure every part is covered. What you don’t notice is your boyfriend watching you, a slight smile on his face.
He spits his toothpaste into the sink and rinses his toothbrush before you go to rinse the cleanser off. As you pat your face dry, you see your boyfriend struggling to push his hair back to wash his own face.
“Do you need one of these?” You ask, pointing to your headband. He hesitates before nodding. “You can borrow mine, for now, but we’ll go get one for you today.”
You remove your headband and put it on Junmyeon. As you push his hair back and slide the headband up, you look into his eyes, admiring the twinkle swimming in his irises. You adjust the headband a bit; once you’re satisfied you give him a kiss on the lips. “Perfect.”
Junmyeon looks in the mirror, inspecting his appearance. “I don’t look half bad.” You giggle.
“Hold on, don’t move.” You say, voice muffled because of the toothpaste in your mouth. You quickly run out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth as you grab your phone, opening the camera app. He already knows what you’re going to do, opting to strike a pose right when you come back.
“Smile!” You chuckle, snapping a few photos before going back to brushing your teeth.
“How do I look?” Junmyeon questions.
You spit the paste into the sink, rinsing your toothbrush as you look up at him once more. “Adorable.”
“Told you.”
“Oh shut up.”
Shockingly enough, you convince Junmyeon to come back to bed with you and relax for a couple more hours. You snuggle into his chest, pulling blankets over you as he searches for a video on his tablet for the two of you to watch.
You zone out as the people in the video go on about whatever, opting to simply think about your Junmyeon. And wanting to spend every single morning waking up next to him forevermore.
