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and time yet for a hundred indecisions
title: and time yet for a hundred indecisions author: lairdofthelochs fandom: exo pairing(s): chanyeol/d.o. rating: nc-17 length: oneshot (21,600>) summary: chanyeol wakes up and finds himself in an alternate universe where he’s married to kyungsoo - except that he’s never met the man before in his life, and he is absolutely, positively, 100% sure that he is straight. until now. semi-canon.
No Tricks, Only Treats
Baekyeol
NC-17
It’s Halloween and campus slut Byun Baekhyun has had his eyes on Park Chanyeol.
The whole night Baekhyun’s eyes kept drifting to Chanyeol’s crotch, trying to imagine what he was working with beneath the tight jeans of his greaser costume. Made complete with slicked-back hair, carefully applied eyeliner, a white shirt and leather jacket, Chanyeol looked delicious.
His face must’ve shown it because when Luhan walked past him, he gave him a pointed look and whispered in his ear “you’re such a slut. Be less obvious you want to eat him.”
In response, he put a mock scandalized expression on his face—all wide eyes and an open mouth—and Luhan rolled his eyes because they both knew Baekhyun had been eyeing Park Chanyeol for nearly three weeks and had decided that Halloween night was when he was going to strike.
The atmosphere was perfect with the copious amount of booze, sexually frustrated people in their early-twenties and costumes, so everyone had a reason to act out of the norm.
It was also perfect because Baekhyun knew he looked good. His best friend’s brother had somehow managed to morph his freshly red-streaked hair into a mullet. At first, he’d been horrified, but after he’d slipped on his costume and looked at himself from different angles, it began to grown on him. With the skin-tight pleather pants, low heeled boots, a silk shirt he stole from Tao’s closet—worth more than three month’s rent—and smokey eyes and simple eyeliner he’d done himself, he was—if he could use an all encasing word—fuckable.
“What is your costume supposed to be anyway?” Luhan asked, handing Baekhyun a drink as he stood next to him. Before he took a sip, he sniffed it, letting out a dry laugh when he realized that it was Luhan's favorite, mystery punch. If he drank more than one cup of it, nothing would be happening tonight.
“A rock star,” Baekhyun replied after his first sip, waving his free hand over his body as if Luhan was blind for not recognizing his outfit.
“Whatever you say, Byun,” Luhan muttered before wandering away and heading towards his target of the night, Oh Sehun, who was conveniently dressed as the blue monster from Space Jam.
“You're going to have to figure out how to get the blue paint off your sheets,” Baekhyun shouted in Luhan’s direction, which earned him a dirty look.
Luhan would pay him back for it later, but right now they were both on a mission, and since Luhan was already pursuing his, Baekhyun decided to approach Chanyeol, who was now alone.
“Nice party your friends threw,” Baekhyun commented after he’d walked over and stood next to the taller man. He wanted to sound as nonchalant as possible because it’d been awhile since he’d pined after someone. He didn’t want to seem overly eager or desperate.
Neither of which he was, of course.
“Ah, yeah,” Chanyeol answered, sounding bored before he turned around and got a good look at Baekhyun’s costume. Then, suddenly, there was life in his voice with an upbeat “ah, yeah! Baekhyun, you came?”
There was something so attractive about how excited Chanyeol was to see him, but he had to maintain his focus. He wanted Chanyeol underneath and or on top of him by the end of the night, and he wasn’t going to let some flattery slow him down.
“So um, are you a greaser?” Apparently, he was, Baekhyun knew that much from the moment he’d walked in and spotted Chanyeol.
“Yeah, we-” Chanyeol gestured to his identically dressed friends “were going through movies on Netflix and came across Grease. We were trashed too, so I’m surprised we still remembered the next day.” Baekhyun laughed and worked to reel Chanyeol in closer, aiming to pull him deeper into a conversation so they would have an excuse to break from the party.
When Chanyeol showed he was perfectly content to more or less yell over the music that seemed to be getting louder, Baekhyun put his second plan into action.
“Hey, you wanna go dance? This is my favorite song,” again Chanyeol’s eyes drifted to Baekhyun’s thighs encased in the shiny material and nodded, chugging the last of what looked like a cup of beer. Baekhyun did the same with the mystery punch and they headed deeper into the party.
Out the corner of his eye, Baekhyun saw Sehun pinning Luhan to a wall.
Luhan worked fast.
They started off simple, just casually dancing in front of each other, but in the middle of a hip-hop song Baekhyun didn’t know, Chanyeol moved closer to him, and their rhythmic swaying turned into a slow grind. If the music hadn’t been so loud, Baekhyun was sure he might’ve heard his pants scraping against the denim of Chanyeol’s jeans. Instead, he could only hear the thrumming bass of the song as he fought to get as close to Chanyeol as possible.
By the third song, they were so close, they might as well have been dry humping on the floor. If either of them would’ve looked around, they would’ve realized that no one cared and that many couples were doing the same—if not more—than them.
When the song winded down, Chanyeol leaned down and whispered in Baekhyun’s ear “so um, you want to go upstairs and talk?” The huskiness of his voice told a different story and the feeling of anticipation sent chills down Baekhyun's spine.
He’d gotten what he wanted.
Within a minute or two, they were upstairs, and Chanyeol’s bedroom was closed and locked, leaving them alone in the dimly lit bedroom.
The thumping of the music below them kept things from being completely silent, not that they were talking anyway.
Chanyeol kissed him like his life depended on it, drawing Baekhyun into long kisses that stole his breath and each time he pulled away to catch his breath, Chanyeol would hurry to take a breath so he could move back in.
Their teeth clashed together when they kissed the last time, Chanyeol hovering over Baekhyun and looking at him with a hungry look in his eyes.
If Baekhyun was honest, as Chanyeol’s hands roamed his body and the gentle scent of his cologne surrounded him, he felt overwhelmed. Everything had been building up to that moment, and when Chanyeol squeezed the bulge in his pants, Baekhyun saw stars, angels and everything else.
“You know how good you look? God, I’ve been waiting so long, and when you walked in, I nearly came in my pants,” Chanyeol admitted, sounding breathless as he looked down at Baekhyun with that embarrassed and goofy grin of his.
The same goofy grin that made Baekhyun’s heart slam in his rib cage and made it hard to breathe.
With his kiss-bruised lips and hair that stuck up from Baekhyun's wandering hands, Chanyeol looked more than ready for what Baekhyun had in store for him and he bit his lip in anticipation.
“I heard that he’s an excellent lay,” Luhan whispered, subtly nodding his head toward Park Chanyeol. Baekhyun looked up from his book and followed the gesture, giving Chanyeol a once-over.
Long legs, big ears, a goofy smile and big eyes, he was a looker and Baekhyun’s type.
Or at least, one of his types.
“In what aspects?” Luhan grinned because he knew he’d gotten Baekhyun’s interest and rambled on about what he’d heard around the dorms and classes. As a TA and RA, Luhan was more than familiar with campus gossip and hearsay.
“Well, I heard he’s very gifted, as well as talented with his fingers and mouth. A total package,” the first detail peaked Baekhyun’s interest, and he made it known when he lifted his eyebrows, a smirk on his face.
“Size queen,” Tao commented as soon as he sat down, slinging his backpack in the empty seat next to him. Baekhyun didn’t even try to deny the accusation and shrugged, the grin still on his face.
“I like what I like. Also, last time I checked, we have similar taste in men,” at that Tao balked and fished his phone out his pocket, pretending to read over his texts.
If there was one thing they all had in common, it was that they all preferred to date men with large dicks. Simple as that. While Tao was shier and more low-key with his preference, Luhan and Baekhyun made no effort to hide it.
In fact, their preferences were well known throughout campus, and those who thought they had what it took to impress either of them would attempt to get a date.
While Luhan was choosier with his selections, Baekhyun usually gave anyone a fair chance. As a result, he’d gained a reputation for being a slut, but it didn’t faze him or the guys that pursued him.
They knew what they were coming for and since things were so clear-cut, it made flings and rendezvous with him ideal. Very rarely did he ever run into a problem any of the men he'd hooked up with.
Now as Chanyeol struggled to pull Baekhyun's tight jeans down his thighs with a frustrated smile on his face, he was debating if he could see himself with Chanyeol. Like in a dating sense.
And that was dangerous.
“How the hell did you get into these?” Chanyeol grumbled, still struggling.
With a laugh, Baekhyun reached down to help him “very, very carefully.”
Now pantless—and underwear-less because he’d been going commando—he felt exposed as Chanyeol’s eyes raked over his body, pausing at his dick, which twitched in anticipation.
Immediately, he felt a little embarrassed. He'd never been this anxious for someone, so the fact that he was already aching, twitching and already leaking clear liquid onto his thigh mortified him.
“No need to be embarrassed, it’s hot,” Chanyeol said, reaching forward to grip and stroke Baekhyun. The touch was so firm that Baekhyun gasped and leaned up, ready to beg Chanyeol to fuck him.
Chanyeol, however, had other things in mind and leaned over his lap. The puffs of hot breath made Baekhyun moan and his dick twitched again, pulsing more clear liquid. “You’re so wet for me. So sexy,” Chanyeol murmured before he engulfed the head of Baekhyun’s cock. Not moving his hips and making Chanyeol take all of him was a task, but Baekhyun resisted the urge with willpower he wasn't even aware he had.
Between the needy moans he was making and twitching like he was a virgin, he didn't have to look at himself to know he looked a mess.
Just a few touches from Chanyeol and he was already a wreck and Baekhyun loved every moment of it. Especially when Chanyeol finally took his entire length down his throat.
The warm, hot and tight feeling made him want to come, but Baekhyun wanted to hold out and wait till Chanyeol was inside of him.
His stomach twisted in knots—of a different kind—as Chanyeol bobbed his head, using his free hand to press gently against Baekhyun’s entrance, eventually sinking half of his index finger inside. The combination of stimulation set Baekhyun on fire, but he was adamant about coming on Chanyeol’s dick, so he pushed his head, nearly crying when Chanyeol let him fall from his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was even raspier than it was usually and it went straight to the pit of Baekhyun’s stomach, so he had to reach down and squeeze the base of his dick, staving off his orgasm.
“I want to come with you inside.” The look on Chanyeol’s face made Baekhyun crack a smile and he sat up, carefully pulling off Tao’s blouse and sitting it aside. While he did that, Chanyeol wasted no time getting undressed, somehow managing to peel off his tight jeans and cast aside his leather jacket, white t-shirt, and underwear within seconds.
When Baekhyun spread his legs and beckoned Chanyeol to crawl between them, he saw the taller man in all his glory and needless to say, Baekhyun was more than impressed.
“Is this enough for you or will it be too much?” Chanyeol asked, a cocky expression on his face as he felt around his bedsheets for what Baekhyun assumed to be the lube.
“We’ll have to see, now won’t we?” Chanyeol’s grin grew wider, and Baekhyun heard a cap pop open before Chanyeol gripped his thigh and eased one finger inside of him.
After what was one of the most thorough preparations he’d ever received, Chanyeol finally removed his three—maybe four—fingers and crinkled paper before he slid a condom on gripped both of Baekhyun’s thighs, placing them around his waist.
The first press inside was slow, and Baekhyun could tell Chanyeol was gauging his reaction as he pushed forward, little by little. When he pressed flush against Baekhyun's ass, Baekhyun gripped the sheets again and arched his back, moving his hips to signal that he was ready for Chanyeol to move.
The stretch skated the line between pleasure and pain, but Baekhyun felt so wonderfully full that all he could do was moan and keep his legs open. His eyes nearly rolled back when Chanyeol established a steady rhythm, pushing into him deep and pressing his prostate each time before he pulled back out, only to do it again.
And again.
And again.
At a certain point, Baekhyun couldn’t even hear the music that playing downstairs anymore. He could only hear his heart beating in his ears, the sound of skin meeting and his moans that got louder and more shameless with each thrust.
The tight coil of pressure in his stomach snuck back up on him, and Baekhyun didn’t even try to restrain himself as he came, untouched, as Chanyeol continued to push into him.
Chanyeol watched him with wide eyes as his orgasm hit him, but that expression was quickly replaced with one of concentration when he felt Baekhyun clench around him, getting impossibly tighter.
He made no moves to wipe the white streaks off his chest because the aftershocks of his orgasm coupled with the fact that Chanyeol continued to abuse his prostate made it impossible.
“Good?” At a loss for words, Baekhyun just nodded frantically, holding onto to Chanyeol’s forearms as he sped up, his own orgasm approaching.
When Chanyeol finally did come, spilling into the condom, Baekhyun silently huffed at the fact that he’d used a condom in the first place. He wanted Chanyeol to wreck him, and with what he had in mind, a condom was not necessary, but he respected Chanyeol’s precaution.
His reputation preceded him after all.
“A-again?” Chanyeol asked, breathing heavily as sweat collected at his hairline and a drop dripped down his nose.
“If you want to take a break, I can wait,” Baekhyun explained, his chest also rising rapidly as his entire body thrummed with the want for more. Chanyeol nodded and got up, taking off the used condom and discarding it before walking to the bathroom.
He was back in a few minutes, but in that time, Baekhyun had sat up and found a box of tissue paper to wipe the drying, sticky mess off his chest. He also debated taking the blue contacts out his eyes but decided against it when Chanyeol settled back on the bed, with a damp face towel in hand.
“I thought you’d like to clean up or wha-whatever,” Chanyeol stammered, his cheeks pink as his eyes panned over Baekhyun’s naked—and considerably spread out— body despite it being the probably the fifth or six time he'd done so that night.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun accepted the towel and did a better job of cleaning up. When he finished, he was unsure as to whether to hand it back to Chanyeol or sit it on the nightstand next to the bed. He ended up choosing the latter then turned to see Chanyeol staring at him.
“Again?” Chanyeol scratched his head as he asked, a small smile on his face.
As an answer, Baekhyun grabbed the bottle of lube that was resting next to his thigh and crawled across the bed, shaking his hair out his face. The look Chanyeol gave him as he kissed him would’ve made him laugh, but he was too busy, trying to get on top of Chanyeol and pick up where they’d left off.
His hands were sticky with hair gel as he ran them through Chanyeol’s hair, moaning when Chanyeol started to mark him with bites that would probably be purple in the morning.
Just the thought of them made Baekhyun hard as he rutted against Chanyeol’s thigh. He couldn’t help but moan as Chanyeol’s hands went everywhere again, squeezing whatever flesh he could grab onto, whether it be Baekhyun’s ass or thighs or waist. It was like he was trying to memorize each dip and curve of his body and that added to the already tight feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Only halfway down and Baekhyun, once again, could only focus on how big Chanyeol was and how full he felt.
Chanyeol didn’t rush him and waited patiently, rubbing soothing circles on Baekhyun’s back as he continued to sink down until his thighs were flush against Chanyeol’s waist.
“R-re-ready?” Chanyeol asked, leaning his back against the headboard. Baekhyun gave a firm nod and started moving, slow and deliberate as he rocked his hips.
With a tight grip on Chanyeol’s shoulders, Baekhyun established a rhythm. He knew if he got too overzealous, he would come much earlier than he would’ve liked, especially when each slide down made Chanyeol’s cock brush past his prostate.
“It’s so good,” Baekhyun whined, quickening his rocks when Chanyeol gripped his waist and helped him move quickly. He sounded needy, even to his own ears, but that didn’t make him slow down.
No.
He fully intended to help Chanyeol wreck him.
“Fa-faster,” Baekhyun begged, his voice strained. He knew he was asking for something he wasn’t sure he could handle, but he wanted it anyway.
Chanyeol wrapped his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and met each down thrust with a thrust of his own. It didn’t take long before they were rutting against each other, rushing toward their own orgasms.
When Chanyeol reached between their bodies and gave Baekhyun a few experimental strokes, Baekhyun knew he was going to come first, and he keened into the touch, digging his nails deeper into Chanyeol’s shoulders.
They were going to leave a mark, and in the back of his mind, Baekhyun took pride in it, since Chanyeol had made marked him as well.
The slick sound of Chanyeol’s hand stroking Baekhyun in time to their bodies meeting sounded filthy, and it made Baekhyun so turned on, he could cry.
And he did.
Moan, cry and whine as Chanyeol worked over his cock and prostate at the same time. Light filled his vision soon after and the tight coil in the pit of stomach unraveled, making him babble incomprehensible words as he shot white onto both their chests. Chanyeol must’ve seen the opportunity and sheathed himself entirely inside before he shuddered, coming deep inside him.
They stayed like that for a moment, Baekhyun still folded in Chanyeol’s lap while they both caught their breath.
After a few moments, Chanyeol loosed his grip on Baekhyun and leaned back, his eyes wide.
“Oh fuck, shit shit shit. I’m so sorry,” Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol in confusion, trying to figure out what he was apologizing for while Chanyeol sported a frantic expression.
He only realized when he moved to climb off Chanyeol’s lap and come, still warm, dripped down his legs, making the inside of his thighs sticky.
“It’s fine. Really, I prefer it this way,” Baekhyun sighed, climbing off the bed and walking over to the mirror attached to Chanyeol’s door. Immediately, he saw how his almost-a-mullet was flattened in the back and stuck to his forehead in the front, his eyeliner had smudged and blended into his eyeshadow, and the marks on his neck were already bright red.
He still looked like a rockstar, especially with his fucked up makeup and hair.
“So um, was it good for you?” Baekhyun smirked and turned to look at Chanyeol.
“The best,” and it had been.
And now it was time to leave.
Or at least that what he’d planned to do earlier. The more he studied the dazed puppy-like glance Chanyeol looked at him with, the less inclined he was to leave him.
That feeling dropped to the absolute negatives when Chanyeol stood up from the bed and stood in front of Baekhyun, gently palming his jaw as he drew him into a kiss.
When they separated, Baekhyun stepped back, dazed.
“Uh so, can I have your number or,” Chanyeol trailed off, his voice deep and tinged with exhaustion. Shaking off another wave of arousal that washed over Baekhyun at that moment, he picked up Chanyeol’s pants and pulled out his phone, saving his number in it.
After, he put the phone in Chanyeol’s hands, then collected all his clothes, slipping them back on.
“You better call Park.” Chanyeol’s head shot up from staring at Baekhyun’s number with wide eyes and a small grin at demand.
With that, Baekhyun slipped out the bedroom and carefully walked down the stairs, surveying what was left of the party.
The music was still going, but the party had thinned out considerably. The only people left were the inhabitants of the house and a few stranglers, sipping the last of their drinks and swaying to a mid-tempo song that was playing.
He debated leaving then, but thought about Luhan and gave the bottom floor of the house a search before he happen to glance up the stairwell, seeing Luhan pulling a tipsy, yet satisfied looking Sehun behind him. Both of their costumes were wrinkled, the blue paint on Sehun's face was smeared and his jersey was on backward.
“Looks like we both had a great Halloween,” Baekhyun commented as they passed him. Luhan turned and gave Baekhyun a once-over before he nodded with a cheeky grin.
“Indeed. Mine isn’t over yet though.” Sehun, who looked like he was in his own world, agreed with a nod and put one of his thumbs up.
“Yah.” All Baekhyun could do was laugh as he watched Luhan lead Sehun out the door and probably in the direction of his apartment.
Baekhyun followed not long after, walking out the door before he ordered an Uber. At almost 3 AM, he was more than ready to go home and scrub off his makeup and wash the stickiness off his skin.
When the driver pulled up he didn’t even give him a second look and they drove in silence as Baekhyun tried to fight off sleep.
He might not have played any tricks, but he’d definitely gotten his Halloween treats.
promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
title: promise you’ll remember that you’re mine author: buttchester fandom: exo pairing(s): chanyeol/d.o. rating: pg length: oneshot (4,500>) summary: the do’s are looking for a hypoallergenic pet, and kyungsoo meets the most perfect unconventional hybrid. au.
luscinia
title: luscinia author: lairdofthelochs fandom: exo pairing(s): chanyeol/d.o., past/implied!luhan/xiumin rating: nc-17 length: four-part oneshot (22,500>) summary: kyungsoo recruits chanyeol, a hacker - to join exodus, an elite sub-unit of the south korean intelligence service - and become a spy. little did they know that their real enemies are not the north koreans, or the russians - but a mole within exodus itself. now they have to work together to uncover the traitor, while learning to trust each other along the way. kingsman / tinker tailor soldier spy au.
(not) quarantined
title: (not) quarantined author: rei_rei (anti6one) fandom: exo pairing(s): chanyeol/d.o. rating: pg length: drabble (800>) summary: why is it so warm. canon.
The Wicked Hour(s)
SuChen
NC-17
Jongdae's been promising Joonmyun a Halloween surprise. Will he get tricked or a treat? Possibly both?
“I have something special for you daddy,” Jongdae announced with a sinister grin. Joonmyun looked up from his red wine with raised eyebrows, the curiosity already making its way down to his crotch.
Jongdae’s surprises usually ended in Joonmyun exhausted and covered in come.
Not that he was complaining.
“Well I saw a little something, and I thought we would give it a try,” Jongdae continued to speak vaguely and had been since earlier in the week. Little by little, he was getting Joonmyun ready for his ‘Halloween Treat’ as he favored calling it.
Now, at one of Jongdae’s favorite restaurants, he was filling in the answers to questions Joonmyun had been asking himself for the last few days.
“Just answer me this Jongdae. Will I be able to walk after?” It was a straightforward question, but Jongdae chose only to grin and shrug.
“That’s up to you Joon.”
Contrary to the chill in the air, Joonmyun felt warm from the few glasses of wine he’d downed in anticipation. He didn’t mind it when Jongdae’s stopped him at the front door and stripped him of his clothes, planting a chaste kiss on each sliver of skin he revealed.
By the time Joonmyun was completely naked, his dick was arched towards his stomach, and the head was shiny with precome. Before he could ask what was next, Jongdae tied a blindfold around his eyes and bent him over the couch.
The friction on his cock made him moan, and he shuddered when a smack landed on his ass, echoing through the house.
“You ready for the first part?” He nodded quickly and turned his head to see exactly what the first part was, but was brought back to the fact that he was wearing a blindfold. The warm hand that had been caressing his thigh left and Joonmyun heard Jongdae’s footsteps get further and further away.
He was back a few seconds with what Joonmyun assumed to be lube, by the smell.
A cool finger pressed against his entrance and moaned again, relaxing as it pushed past the ring of muscle with little resistance. Jongdae wasted no time and pushed another inside, slowly fucking him with the pair until he started to scissor them inside.
Another moan fell from Joonmyun’s mouth, much louder and shakier than the previous because Jongdae had found his prostate and was pressing into it each time he pulled apart his fingers.
“You’re quiet today,” Jongdae remarked, a hint of humor in his tone. Instead of replying back, he began to swivel his hips, pushing back on Jongdae’s fingers. Each movement brought him closer to coming over the back of the couch, and he knew that if he didn’t get an orgasm now, it’d be awhile before Jongdae allowed him to come.
With three fingers inside of him, Joonmyun kept pushing against Jongdae’s fingers until he got frustrated, now that the man was purposefully missing his prostate.
It’d already begun.
“F-f-fuck me Jongdae,” Joonmyun begged, his voice breaking when Jongdae removed his fingers. He pushed back against Jongdae’s leg and crotch, biting his lip with satisfaction when he felt the bulge of Jongdae’s erection through his jeans.
Just as Joonmyun was about to say something, something smooth was pushed inside of him, and he reached forward to grip the couch cushions with his mouth open. He didn’t even get a chance to guess what the object was before Jongdae turned it on and started to vibrate inside of him, just short of his prostate.
“Now be good and wait for me. I have a few things I need to set up for our night,” Jongdae whispered in Joonmyun’s ear, lightly biting the shell as he pulled away.
All of the stimulation made Joonmyun shiver, and he stayed bent over the couch, breathing shallowly so he could hear what Jongdae was doing over the vibrations.
With a few wiggles of hips, he managed to move the toy deeper inside of him, inching it closer and closer to where he needed it.
Right when he was on the verge of coming, Jongdae was back behind him, pulling the toy out and fucking him shallowly with it as he experimented with the vibration speed.
“I should let you come right? That way we, or rather, I, can prolong our next activity, but that wouldn’t be too much fun right?” Joonmyun moaned in disagreement and fisted the cushions, whining when he felt his orgasm slip away from him. Jongdae made a tsk-ing sound, sighing “if that’s what you want hyung.”
Without warning, he pushed the vibrator to the hilt at full speed, taking Joonmyun’s journey to an orgasm right of off the cliff.
He could only imagine that Jongdae watched as he cried and shook, shooting ropes of white over the back of the couch with the vibrator shoved right against his prostate.
Instead of taking it out once Joonmyun was done, Jongdae let it stay, enjoying the borderline pained whimpers from Joonmyun from oversensitivity.
“You know, I didn’t tie your hands. You could’ve taken it out yourself,” Jongdae suggested, smoothing his hand over the tensed muscles in Joonmyun’s thighs. He then reached and pulled out the toy, turning it off and threw it somewhere else on the couch. “But you were obedient for me, weren’t you hyung?” Joonmyun gave the statement a weak nod and relaxed into the couch cushions, his chest heaving.
There was silence and still for a few moments. When Jongdae figured he’d given him enough downtime, he pulled Joonmyun up on unsteady legs and led him over to what Joonmyun guessed to be the dining room, judging by the change from carpet to wood.
“Spread your legs a little before sitting down and uh,” Jongdae paused with a dry laugh, “take your time.” With his body still reeling from the force of his first orgasm, he couldn’t even begin to decode Jongdae’s words and was happy to sit down.
Or at least he was until he lowered himself down into the chair—with minimum help from Jongdae—and felt something solid yet pliable press against his ass. He hesitated until Jongdae was back by his ear with a whispered “don’t you trust me daddy?” and gentle push at his shoulders.
Slowly he slid down on what was probably a dildo until his ass hit wood.
“Ride it like you rode me in our Paris hotel room,” Jongdae directed, probably disapproving of how slow Joonmyun was moving. He could hear it in the younger man’s voice.
Joonmyun cocked his legs wide open and put his arms behind him, gripping the sides of the chair for leverage. Once he was balanced, he rose up and slammed himself back down, speeding up as he grew accustomed to the position.
“You know, sometimes I jack off to thoughts of that night? Who knew you got like that after a few bottles of expensive wine? I could barely keep up,” Joonmyun hummed and kept moving, also thinking back to that night as well.
He’d invited Jongdae on a business trip with him to France, and he’d closed a deal with a promising up-and-coming vineyard. As a thank you for his investment, the owners cooked him a homemade Italian dinner, complete with endless glasses of wine.
By the end of their meal, Joonmyun had drunk nearly two and a half bottles of dry red wine. Still professional to the end, Joonmyun stayed lucid and rational until their car came. As soon as the car door was closed behind them, Joonmyun was all over Jongdae, his hands touching everywhere, wrinkling Jongdae’s button up as he untucked it to shove his hand down his pants.
When they got back to their hotel room, Joonmyun undressed Jongdae and prepared himself, sloppily and hurried, then rode Jongdae like his life depended on it.
The whole time Jongdae had gone with it, surprised by how filthy Joonmyun could be.
Conveniently, his memory was blurry the next morning, and when he saw Jongdae walking around in his underwear, covered from neck to at least mid-thigh in hickies, he’d immediately apologized and explained that copious amounts of red wine brought out something in him.
“I enjoyed it,” Jongdae shrugged, a smile on his face as he saved the reference for future blackmail in bed.
“You’re not going to say all the things you said to me then? Like how much you loved my cock filling your ass and how much you wanted me to come inside then use it as lube and fuck it back into you? You don’t remember?” Barely ten minutes after his first orgasm and Joonmyun’s dick was twitching, filling with blood as it curved towards his stomach again.
He wouldn’t admit it, but he recalled a lot more of that night than he was willing to say and whenever Jongdae wasn’t around and he was in the mood, he too jerked off to the memory.
His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he kept moving, feeling the muscles in his stomach contract as the dildo pushed past his prostate again.
Each drop down had Joonmyun moaning and arching his feet, bouncing to a quick rhythm as his dick smacked his stomach. The wet sound of lube of the lube that Jongdae had so graciously applied made Joonmyun even more self-conscious and his twitched at the thought of Jongdae watching him, stroking himself off.
Curious if his fantasy was real, Joonmyun held his breath and tried to listen, but instead of hearing what he was looking for, he heard the soft scraping of a chair on the ground. Jongdae didn’t seem to be touching himself, but he was definitely watching.
“What if I helped you out?” As Joonmyun circled his hips, Jongdae gripped his dick and stroked him in a tight fist, contrary to the quick pace he was moving.
The differences made his impending orgasm teeter back and forth, bringing him closer then moving him away.
“Jongdae pl-pl-please,” Joonmyun whined, feeling the ache in his arms and back because of his position. He didn’t come in the next few minutes, his arms would give out, and he’d be stuck, rocking back and forth on the toy to get off.
Jongdae grinned and clicked his tongue, “you think you would’ve learned your lesson last time you asked for an orgasm.” No matter how much Joonmyun didn’t want to listen to Jongdae’s words, he knew they were right. Each time that he’d asked for something, he usually got it, just not the way he intended.
“I want to come on your cock splitting me open, please please please,” Joonmyun continued, shaking his head as Jongdae squeezed at the head of his dick.
He was so close to coming, but he knew that after a certain point, Jongdae got impatient and he wanted to play on that impatience, working it to his advantage.
“There he is,” Jongdae’s hand let go of him and he felt the blindfold being unfolded. He blinked a few times in the dim light and saw that Jongdae had set the chair up right in front of the giant mirror in the formal dining room.
His thighs were shaking, and there was dampness on his face, his hair a mess. He was a wreck.
“Since you’ve been so obedient tonight, I’ve decided to give you what you want,” Jongdae announced with a grin as he helped Joonmyun lift himself off the dildo and into a standing position. When he looked behind him at the chair, he saw the bright pink dildo, standing proudly and suctioned to the chair.
How Jongdae had thought of it, he didn’t want to know. Right then, he only wanted to come, and he was getting to the point where he didn’t care how it happened.
Jongdae was still fully clothed as they reached the bedroom, Joonmyun leaning against him to walk on his—yet again—weak legs. Each step felt like he was stepping in jello and when he finally reached the bed, he sat down, not caring that the lube leaking out his ass was probably staining the comforter.
He watched as Jongdae fished the bottle of lube out his pocket and walk towards him, slow and deliberate, taking in his disheveled appearance. “I bet you’re wondering what the last part is,” Joonmyun answered that he did and Jongdae smiled again, starting to take off his clothes.
All lean and taut muscle, Jongdae looked gorgeous as each piece came off, revealing the little details Joonmyun loved about his body. On a whim, he’d gotten one of his nipples pierced, so the shiny barbell stood out on his pale skin when his shirt had come off.
By the time he got to his pants, Joonmyun had grown impatient and was too conscious of his own erection as well as Jongdae’s that bobbed heavily when he slipped off his underwear.
“I want you to fuck me, daddy. I’ve been feeling a bit empty lately, and I’ve had temporary fixes lately,” Jongdae sighed, kicking his clothes to the side and turning around to bend over and show Joonmyun the silver buttplug in between his ass cheeks.
“All through dinner?” Joonmyun finally got out once Jongdae had turned around. He nodded and walked towards the bed, climbing on it and lying on his stomach.
“Fuck me into this mattress Joonmyun,” Jongdae’s voice was muffled in some blanket, but Joonmyun didn’t need to be told twice.
Like the spoiled brat Joonmyun allowed Jongdae to be, Joonmyun obeyed and climbed between his legs, lifting up his hips, so Jongdae was on his knees. He wasn’t in the mood to tease, so he gripped the base of the plug and pulled it out, watching as Jongdae’s hole gaped and clenched in its absence.
He took the lube from Jongdae and gave himself a stroke before he pushed inside, revealing at how Jongdae was both stretched yet still so tight around him.
“Mhmm, that’s so good, better than that pink thing.” So that’s where the pink dildo had come from. Joonmyun was familiar with everything in his own collection, so once he’d seen it, he knew it wasn’t one of his.
“When you bought it, what were you thinking?” Joonmyun asked, genuinely curious.
“You, of course. It was the closest I could get to your dick. Nothing like the real thing th-though,” Jongdae stumbled on his words as Joonmyun buried himself, his pelvis against Jongdae’s ass.
Rather than the snarky or degrading words Jongdae usually spouted, he only had moans and whimpers. Joonmyun knew he’d hit Jongdae’s spot when he arched his back and pushed his hips back against his thrusts.
“I had other plans for the night h-h-honestly,” Jongdae explained, his body shaking as Joonmyun sped up and their bodies met with filthy slapping sounds. “I really wanted to see hyung so needy and pr-pretty on my dick, but wah-watching you in that mirror r-real-really got to me. The plug was only fo-for fun.”
As Jongdae finished speaking, Joonmyun felt the orgasm that he’d lost in front of the mirror come back to him tenfold, and he quickened his pace, slamming into Jongdae. He could tell that Jongdae was stroking himself in time, the slick sound of his hand moving added to sounds of Joonmyun’s balls hitting Jongdae’s ass and the bed squeaking.
After a few dozen thrusts, Joonmyun came, buried deep inside of Jongdae and Jongdae came into the pillow beneath him, as well as his fist.
Jongdae was the first to move, and he pushed back against Joonmyun, shivering from the feeling of loss when he moved away.
“I hope you enjoyed your Halloween,” Joonmyun said, lying beside Jongdae.
The younger man rolled over and glanced at the clock, which read 10:30.
“Who said I’m done?” Jongdae asked as he sat up to stare at Joonmyun, his expression telling Joonmyun that he probably needed to call his secretary and ask call in sick for tomorrow.
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today is 9/4, which according to twitter, is SeKai day?
i wrote this over the course of today and made it with a spare 8 minutes lol
bone-apple-teeth~
brown sugar limbs tangle with cream hotel sheets creating a contrast sweet enough to give cavities.
soft hands reach, caress and stroke at the stubbled chin, trying to rouse jongin for the morning.
‘hey, breakfast is here.’
warm breath tickles his ear and jongin retreats from it, whining.
‘just let me sleep,’
five minutes. he’ll give him five more minutes before he tries again with more pointed tactics.
fingertips land on warm skin to tickle, pulling sleepy giggles that nearly send jongin careening off the edge of the king-sized bed.
‘enough! i’ll get up, please!’
more limbs add to the mix as jongin gives a half-hearted struggle, his mirthful wheezing going quiet when he finds his wrists pinned.
blink.
thick, pink parted lips beckon sehun and he leans down, answering them with his own. hands cease their squirming and ball up as jongin offers himself for the taking.
the top four buttons of jongin’s pajamas are loose and bare his neck, collar and a peak of his upper chest.
again, sehun takes and licks, nips, and bites into skin, uncovered during their tussle. red blossoms like forget-me-nots, while soft moans fill the air.
reluctant, sehun releases jongin’s hands, moving to release him of the clothing impeding his sweet sweet torture.
nails dig into his skin as sehun works jongin open, his fingers pressing impossibly deep while he bites into the juncture of jongin’s neck.
‘hun.’
impatience tinges his voice and reflects in his eyes. oh those honey eyes. they lock on him and say all the words jongin doesn’t say.
they tell of need and want, twisted deep in the pits of their stomachs. jongin’s fingers yank at the waistband of his own pants, then scramble for sehun’s, pulling them down as well.
‘is this what you need baby?’
sehun is the youngest between them, but that’s not what matters right now. what matters is making jongin fall apart underneath him.
jongin preens at the endearment, nodding and holding onto firm biceps as sehun soundlessly pushes inside of him.
fullness. they both feel it as sehun fills jongin and jongin fills sehun in return, with the warmth of his bare thighs wrapping around the other’s waist.
there’s so much fluff and down in the blankets that decorate the bed, that sehun feels like they’re sinking into a fresh linen scented cloud.
his angel pulls him back and reminds him just how close heaven is. within his reach really, all he has to do is touch it.
and touch it he does, much to jongin’s relief because he could feel the man shaking beneath him as he strokes him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
hot breath and airy moans echo in his ears, encouraging him to move his hips faster, harder to drive them both over the precipice. into the crashing waves waiting below to swallow them both whole.
with a back so perfectly arched and pretty lips begging pretty things, jongin comes first, covering sehun’s fist with hot, sticky white. the blissed-out expression painted across his features as the aftershocks roll through him push sehun to his own completion, deep inside of jongin.
they lay in silence for several moments, jongin’s thighs cocked open with sehun’s hips still slotted between them as his head lies on jongin’s chest. fingers comb through ink-black strands, down to the scalp.
‘check out is soon, we should shower.’
this time the words of wisdom and suggestion come from jongin. rarely ever the voice of reason, it comes just as sehun is drifting off to sleep.
‘five more minutes.’
even as jongin whines, he doesn’t make an effort to move a muscle. instead, his body stays in place, comforting and embracing sehun.
‘breakfast is stone cold.’
they could afford another day in the hotel room. after all, this is their vacation. escape from any and everything.
with and in each other, they take solace.
‘i love you.’
sehun speaks the words into the skin on jongin’s stomach, his lips brushing the ridged surface.
‘yeah. me too.’
Here is a sneak-peek of my latest WIP that no one asked for
the tentative title is “Don’t forget to subscribe, like and follow!”
It’s a Social Media AU and the main pairing is Baekyeol~
It also features a favorite rare-pair of mine, Kyungmyeon, and a new fave XiuHun
Because they were in LA, the dog park, of course, was surrounded by pet-friendly restaurants and cafes. With all their puppies in tow, Sehun led them to the cafe he liked best.
Apparently, it was the most ‘grammable.’
Instagram was secondary to Baekhyun’s youtube channel, so he volunteered to take all the pictures for the day. That meant that his camera roll was filled with images of Chanyeol, Toben, Vivi, and Sehun posed too perfectly to be realistic, as well as some of all of them that were taken by a very creative stranger.
With Myongryong curled up by feet, Baekhyun ate his lunch, barely able to keep up with the conversation between Sehun and Chanyeol about the new Instagram algorithm that caused a ‘decrease in interaction’ on their posts.
Again, Baekhyun could vaguely piece it together, but he didn’t care enough to ask for further clarification. Instead, he found himself watching Chanyeol talk. Every once in awhile, Chanyeol would shoot a dimpled grin his way and he’d look down into his plate because the man’s smile was way too bright.
Also, his teeth were perfect, like white chiclets lined up carefully in a row against his pink gums.
“So, Baekhyun,” Baekhyun raised his head up so fast, his neck cracked, “I’ve seen some of your videos. You’re really natural in front of the camera.”
The way he said it made Baekhyun’s stomach toss in arousal and he swallowed heavily before he croaked out a “thanks.”
If it’d been socially acceptable, Baekhyun would’ve reached over and smacked the satisfied expression off Sehun’s face as he watched him flounder.
This had definitely been a ploy to get him and Chanyeol together.
And from the looks of how Chanyeol’s eyes rarely ever left him, it was working.
“I was telling Chanyeol about you a few weeks ago. You mentioned that you wanted to get into better shape and I think he’d be able to help you. Chanyeol loves working out, especially lifting weights,” Sehun’s compliments seem to make Chanyeol both shy and proud and Baekhyun noticed how he gently flexed his arms, probably to show off.
And that was working too.
