#sub!exo

"Guh…" Baekhyun's noises only grew louder. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He was running them up and down your back, occasionally moving them down to grab your hips.

"Fuck," you moan, moving your hips back and forth on top of his, your clit rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. "You're so big, Baek," you whisper, your voice strained with desire. He smirks, his hands tightening on your waist. He's enjoying watching you unravel, the way your eyes roll back, and your mouth opens wider with each rock of your hips.

You enjoyed how his face contorted with pleasure every time your hips met his. You leaned in closer, feeling his warm breath on your neck as he nibbled gently at the sensitive skin. You knew what you needed to do. Reaching behind you, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, revealing your black lace bra. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in the sight of your bare skin, his pupils dilating with lust.

"F-Fuck, I couldn't wait until we got home," you whisper in his ear. Your breaths are hot and ragged, matching the tempo of your hips as they continue to grind against him. The fabric between you feels like a barrier you need to overcome, a challenge to the raging desire coursing through your veins. "You looked so good,"

He whimpered in response, hands reaching to tangle his fingers in your hair. "Y-You looked good too, baby," he managed to say between breaths, his voice a gruff rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

The way your walls squeezed around his cock. He couldn't get enough of it. The way your breath hitched in your throat every time he hit that sweet spot deep inside you. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. You were riding him hard, your breasts bouncing with each bounce, and he had to resist the urge to slap them. Instead, he watched, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing sight.

"Call me that again." You whine. "Call me baby again," you pant, your eyes glazed over with passion.

Baekhyun gulps, now grabbing a fistful of your hair. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hips were trying to move in tandem with yours. "B-Baby," he whimpers. "I'm close," he confesses, his voice shaking.

non idol au, reader(dreamer) x exo polycule vibes, more implied to be with junmyeon but hooking up with most of them, constantly heavy teasing in public like public-public, indirectly edging sub!kyungsoo, tickling/nipple play, kinda cucking vibes but again dream logic so it was treated as casually as friendly touches if that makes sense, may update this section later if I remember anything else

also it kinda looked like the view mv, very spring break with a hot friend group fanfic vibes, I think..................... I'm not american idk anything abt spring break

such a weird dream but I can't say I didn't enjoy it... if like one person shows interest i'll write it, this blog is becoming my (sex dream) diary anyway

It was simple, all he had to do was stay quiet and sit still for five minutes while you were on the phone, Baekhyun swore that he could do it too and was so confident in himself.

But, not even two minutes into the call he had snuck up behind you and screamed, causing you to scream into the customer's ear and lose another sell.

He hadn’t even realized what he did until you politely apologized, as soon as it hit him what he had done he covered his mouth and looked at you with wide eyes, silently praying that you wouldn’t be too mad at him.

But after ending the call it became clear that you were more than just mad, it didn’t take rocket science to figure that out either, the way you pulled his hair and forced him on his knees was enough to tell him that you were beyond pissed.

“Why are you always so disobedient?” You asked.

With his face scrunched up in pain Baekhyun laughed a little, his playful demeanor telling you that he still thought he’d be able to get out of this easily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize that I was- ow!” He whimpered in pain as you pulled his hair even harder.

“You didn’t realize?” You leaned down to him so you could be at eye level and pushed him down on his back.

Baekhyun tried his best to get you to calm down, flashing you a cheeky smile and laughing nervously as you stood over him, but it was no use.

In a matter of minutes his hands were tied behind his back, you had quickly stripped him and gotten a vibrating cock ring a bit too small for his liking out of the closet.

Still, he tried his best to plead with you as he dropped his bratty tone and leaned forward with a desperate expression, saying in a shaky voice: “Mommy please, I really didn’t mean to, I swear! If you untie me I promise I’ll stay quiet while you work.”

He expected this to work since it had gotten him out of trouble once or twice, but there wasn’t anything he could say that would save him now.

All he could do was endure the pleasurable torture, helplessly moaning against the gag in his mouth as he sat on the small sofa behind your work desk, you could tell by the sounds of his muffled moans that he was right on that edge of feeling amazing and feeling pitiful.

It’s exactly where you wanted him. But after just two minutes of you taunting him and poking at him for being bratty.

Baekhyun was already whimpering and trying his hardest to convey how badly he wanted you, breathing heavily as he whimpered against the gag and squirming every time you changed the pacs of the vibrator around his cock.

“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll ride you when I finish up,” You said as you put your hand on his shoulder.

Baekhyun looked up at you, already it looked like he could hardly contain himself, but you didn’t care, he could cum all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be released until you made another sell.

“So don’t be too loud, or I’ll leave you like this all night,” As you said this you turned the vibrator up to his least favorite setting, knowing that it would only make it harder for him to keep his voice down even while being gagged.

Baekhyun closed his eyes, gently leaning his head back as he let out muffled moans, you could hear a soft ‘Please’ as he opened his eyes and looked up at you, now begging with his eyes as his hips shuttered and his body tensed up, he was praying that you'd let him off the hook since he knows just how far you'll go to teach him a lesson.

sex. pretty good, right? even better when the people you end up sleeping with are celebrities. what’s not anticipated though, in that whole ordeal, is if your only clients are pretty much best friends… and the brattiest client proposes a threesome with you and said best friend.

“how do you know he won’t freak out?” y/n panted, grunting as the male on top of him swiveled his hips, hands clawing down his chest.

the male on top let out a sultry giggle, although he ended up moaning louder than expected as y/n thrust his hips up, a loud clap sounding throughout the room. “the way he talks about you, plus—fuck—wait til he finds out you’re fucking both of us.”

baekhyun was no stranger to the fact that he and his best friend, taeyong, were both sleeping with the same man. y/n used to have a bit of a reputation with some idols, coming to stick to the few trusted clients when there was an issue of another idol claiming they caught something from him; it was a lie. that idol had their own nightly escapades to worry about, blaming it on the one person they knew got around in the industry.

baekhyun knew a bit about the dynamics between the two, taeyong confiding in baekhyun about his sexcapades with the other. he knew taeyong was on the softer side, the younger quite obvious in the fact that he was rather uncomfortably new to the whole world of baekhyun’s brat adventures; so he wanted to have a threesome—show him how he and y/n get down. or it might have been baekhyun’s corruption kink doing all the work…

he gritted his teeth when the angling of y/n’s hips proved fruitful as his tip prodded against his prostate, a slutty whine leaving his throat as his own hips sporadically thrusted against y/n’s, chasing his high. “almost there, almost—fuck!”

y/n barely chuckled, “ah, you’re such a slut, hyung; thinking of your best friend while fucking someone else.”

baekhyun whimpered, ignoring the burning and tightening of his calves as he bounced; up, down, up, down, all until that gathering feeling in his stomach erupted.

thick streams of white spurted from his tip and onto y/n’s tattoo-covered torso. the man gripped his hips tighter, groaning as the idol clenched around him, gyrating his hips to milk himself of all he had.

and in a bout of expiring adrenaline, baekhyun planted his feet flat on the mattress and bounced, almost toppling over as the new angle jabbed directly into his sweet spot. y/n let out a loud curse, nearing his own high. almost 15 seconds later, baekhyun was dry orgasming in overstimulation and the tight clenching of his ass pulled y/n closer and closer to his own high.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

that sentence leaving y/n’s mouth was all that baekhyun needed to hear to, somehow, pull off of y/n before removing his condom and jerking him to finish. as a grunting moan left y/n’s throat, baekhyun stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes and welcoming the shooting load onto his face.

y/n looked down at him from between his legs, baekhyun’s wrist still flicking, spurts of cum flying onto his cheeks and tongue. “fucking hell.”

“you went and did what?”

baekhyun was staring at his best friend in shock, the other only having the same old innocent gaze in his glittery eyes.

“i got a belly button piercing a couple of days ago.”

the older looked dumbfounded, why was he not informed of this spectacular addition?

taeyong puffed his cheeks out and looked around before leaning closer to baekhyun, “and y/n hyung has been really gentle because of it.” taeyong watched his eyebrows perk up for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“has he now?”

“yeah, but i like it,” he smiled at his lap, a blush settling on his warm cheeks, “a lot.”

baekhyun let out a gasp similar to one who’s been betrayed, “yong, you’re such a softie,” he teased, “don’t you want a little spice; a little roughness? i got some the other day and wow! i came twice in less than a minute.”

taeyong inhaled a sharp breath, “one minute? doesn’t that hurt?”

“that’s what makes it feel good,” baekhyun all but moaned out in reminiscence of the other night.

“oh, i wouldn’t know. i always called the safe word when it started to hurt.”

it was safe to say baekhyun never wanted taeyong to be fucked senseless as much as he did right then. the baby cowered at a little pain? oh honey.

and y/n being gentle? all because of a belly piercing? who knew the rough beast of a man he knew could be so versatile?

baekhyun didn’t have any hard feelings for it either; he was the one who told y/n to be as rough as he could. it was the only way he could get off after discovering his own kinks. corruption, overstimulation, choking, and spit don’t particularly beg for gentleness, do they?

days had gone by before baekhyun found the right time to propose his idea. however, the concept of ‘the right time’ must be different for baekhyun, because he asked taeyong if he would join him and y/n during an argument.

the secret was out. taeyong now knew y/n slept with other people. they weren’t exactly exclusive, but the fact that he was sleeping with baekhyun and the latter not saying anything after all this time didn’t sit right with him.

“are you out of your mind? you’re just now telling me we’re sleeping with the same guy and you want to have a threesome?” taeyong found it absurd, but baekhyun thrived off the idea, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head.

“you’re sick! and to make it worse, i’ve been telling you about him and i and you just—gosh you’re so frustrating!” taeyong cried out.

he slammed his hands on the dining table, shaking his head. “you know what? get out! get out of my house. i can’t believe you.”

“well, your little saint kicked me out when i asked.”

y/n snorted, trying to hold back his laughter, eyeing around the sm lobby. “i know, he told me all about it when i went over the other day.

baekhyun all but scoffed, “he’s really upset with me? but is perfectly fine with calling you over right after?” y/n only shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his head on the sofa.

“to be fair, he already knew i was sleeping with other people. he’s just upset with you because you knew who he was talking about this whole time and acted like you didn’t.”

“still! i don’t see why he’d hold a grudge over that,” baekhyun pouted, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. a few moments passed before baekhyun perked up, a sly smirk pulling on his lips as he slowly turned to y/n.

“i didn’t know you were such a softie too.”

y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “what are you talking about?”

“tae told me all about how you were all extra soft and gentle when he got his belly button piercing. i figured he was about as vanilla as one could get, but you? that was a surprise!”

y/n smacked his lips, finding baekhyun’s words silly, “i’m not vanilla. who do you think takes all my energy up because their kinks are so demanding?” baekhyun knew he meant well and wasn’t shaming his kinks, so he could laugh about it.

“oh please—”

“so i was just sloppy seconds, huh?” both men looked over in shock, finding taeyong standing right next to the sofa they were sitting on. y/n stood up, turning toward the fragile boy.

“no, no of course no—”

“oh, so then you weren’t really being gentle, you were being lazy with me while you gave baekhyun hyung your undivided attention?” taeyong didn’t want to be angry at y/n in this situation, but after interpreting his words as such, he struggled not to feel conflicted toward him.

and although he wasn’t having the best feelings towards the two at the moment, there was a gnawing feeling in him that wanted him to be the one who had all of y/n’s attention.

“fine, i’ll do it. i’ll do the threesome.”

“are you sure you want to do this, yong? you don’t need to prove anything, if that’s what you’re trying to do.” now settled in his apartment, y/n tried to get taeyong to reconsider, not wanting the boy to go out of his comfort zone.

“oh i’m not trying to prove anything to you, you’re proving something to me.” taeyong sassed. it was his first time ever giving y/n attitude and the other didn’t know whether this would be a good or bad thing. but baekhyun, kinky as he was, was thriving off the conflict. his taeyong was finally emerging out of his vanilla shell. he was evolving.

“and what is that?”

“y/n hyung is going to prove to me that i’m not just his sloppy seconds and you’re going to prove to me that… that…” he didn’t really know what he wanted baekhyun to prove to him, but he wasn’t going to let him get away with embarrassing him like that.

“you’re going to be vanilla today.”

all baekhyun could think from those words was ‘worst top 10 anime betrayals’ because there was no way in hell taeyong thought baekhyun would get off from vanilla sex. but then he realized, that’s precisely why the sneaky bastard chose that, it was his punishment. but taeyong must not have known of his one true kink…

“and hyung is going to fuck me like he never has.” corruption.

taeyong set himself up with this one. baekhyun could nut just from watching the two if he had to because to see taeyong be rid of his kink virginity would be nothing but a sexual fantasy come to life for him. and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell taeyong about that.

“alright, boss us around.” taeyong told y/n. sure, this threesome was conditioned by taeyong’s rules, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the dominant one.

“wait, safe word or color system?”

taeyong went to answer safe word but baekhyun cut him off, “sweetie,” he gave a sultry look, “he is going to fuck you senseless, i’d choose the color system. it’s easier to remember than one random word.”

and baekhyun didn’t miss the bobbing of taeyong’s adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly at the warning.

“color system.”

“alright, both of you strip. taeyong i want you on your back, hyung on your stomach.” he already knew of baekhyun’s kinks, and if y/n wouldn’t carry them out, baekhyun would himself, so he was going to tie him up.

once both boys were situated, taeyong lying flat on his back, waiting for y/n, and baekhyun on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back with velcro cuffs, y/n grabbed the lube, condoms, and a few toys. baekhyun wouldn’t be getting the most attention today, y/n using velcro cuffs so baekhyun could get out himself should something happen. however , due to the lack of attention, this also meant he’d have to try and get off with the toys while y/n took care of taeyong.

y/n stood up straight and backed away from the bed a little, admiring the view in front of him. baekhyun was already getting hard while taeyong was still soft, not knowing what was to come. y/n was going to tease baekhyun for being hard from nothing, but then he remembered; this was taeyong’s night.

“i’m not going to touch you tonight, hyung. only taeyong,” he grabbed the vibrator wand, switching it to the lowest setting before placing it between baekhyun’s legs, against his balls, “but you still can’t cum unless i say so.”

baekhyun let out a whine, nuzzling his head in the pillow as the vibrations left him wanting for more friction.

y/n held back a smirk, turning his attention to taeyong. the boy was staring at baekhyun, in awe at how he ground his hips into the mattress, hands tied behind his back.

“don’t worry about him, i’m going to take care of you now,” he crawled over taeyong’s naked form, leaning down to where their noses almost touched and taeyong’s glittery eyes bore into his in excitement, “only you,” and he connected their lips, taeyong moaning.

the boy’s hips rose, searching for friction even though he was barely hard. kissing always turned taeyong on, and with baekhyun’s eyes on them, he felt a bit awkward, but a good awkward. y/n continued to kiss him, hands working their way down his body. once he reached taeyong’s dick he gave it a firm squeeze, a stark contrast to his normally light and gentle caresses.

taeyong let out a hiss, hands clenching and unclenching on y/n’s shoulders at the new feeling. baekhyun let out a sultry giggle as he watched the scene before him. “n/n, he’s so sensitive, isn’t he?”

y/n knew what baekhyun was trying to do. he was trying to rile them up, trying to get out of his punishment. “shut up or i’ll take away the vibrator and you’ll get off just from humping the bed like the dirty whore you are.”

taeyong gasped at the vulgarity of y/n’s words, never having heard him speak that way.

“oh, i think you’ve shocked him,” baekhyun looked at taeyong’s dick, the tip red and shiny, “maybe even excited him.”

taeyong’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands cradling the warm skin. y/n looked down at him, gaze softening, “ignore him. he’s just trying to start something.”

taeyong didn’t know what to say to that, but y/n made a move before anything. the latter had sat up, pulling his boxers down before un-capping the lube and squirting a healthy amount into his fingertips. taeyong shuddered when he saw his length, a neat patch of hair sitting above it.

all of a sudden, y/n grabbed under taeyong’s knee, pushing his leg up at an angle. taeyong lifted his head to see what y/n would do when he felt a finger enter him, gently prodding around his walls just how he liked it.

a guttural groan left his throat and his head fell back against the pillow as y/n stretched him open, adding another finger soon after.

“look at him, getting all bothered—fuck—from a finger. ngh.” baekhyun teased, stopping himself just to release his own noises of pleasure, his fingernails scratching against his own lower back.

y/n went to tell him to shut up again when taeyong let out a whimper. his eyebrow quirked up, bringing his clean hand up to taeyong’s cheek, “you like when he talks like that?”

taeyong whined out, nodding his head and biting his lip as y/n sped his thrusts up for a split second. his hands were flat on his stomach, not knowing what to do with them. he wanted to grab onto the mattress, the pillow, y/n’s shoulders, arms—but he couldn’t make up his mind so he settled on clawing at the little fat on his stomach whenever he needed something to grab. y/n thought it was cute while baekhyun thought it was the hottest thing ever. taeyong was already dumb over some fingers?

“fuck he’s so hot, please let me fuck him, y/n!” baekhyun cried out, hips stuttering. he wasn’t anywhere near close but the sensation from the constant friction had dulled and his hips had tired from trying to get anything more than that.

“no,” y/n replied, giving a light slap to taeyong’s thigh when the boy’s hips jolted away from him at a particular thrust. “i’m the only one who gets to fuck him tonight, isn’t that right, yongie?”

taeyong hadn’t heard much of what y/n said, too focused on the coiling heat in his stomach; all he did was cry out a ‘yes’ as his toes curled.

y/n knew taeyong was close; his toes would curl up and his legs would get restless, pushing and pulling whatever was pleasuring him. so y/n teased the both of them.

“yongie’s gonna cum soon, hyung.” he taunted baekhyun, speeding his thrusts up to help push taeyong over the edge. and as y/n’s thrusts sped up, so did the volume of his moans—it drove baekhyun crazy and y/n knew that. baekhyun was hearing and seeing his best friend be fucked and he couldn’t do anything but rut against the blanket.

“mh, y/n i’m gonna cum too—” baekhyun whined out, ass cheeks clenching as he pushed his hips against the mattress. his high would have timed perfectly with taeyong’s, but the vibrator had finally fallen over from all the movement baekhyun was making and y/n had never heard the older groan out in such turmoil as he had in the moment his climax was ripped away from him.

taeyong, on the other hand, was arching and twisting as he came, face scrunching and ass gripping y/n’s fingers with a vice. he’d never cum in such a short time, but his orgasm wasn’t as powerful as it normally was, he noticed. yet it felt just as overwhelming how y/n kept thrusting his hand, jabbing at his prostate sometimes.

he knew he was being overstimulated, it’s something he avoided during sex with y/n because like he told baekhyun, it hurt.

so as his body spasmed and tried to pull away, he cried out in protest. “stop, stop, stop!”

and y/n slowed his thrusts almost to a halt when baekhyun sat up, struggling because of the binding and how numb his legs were. he had shuffled so that his knees were above taeyong’s head.

“don’t you fucking dare y/n. tae what's your color?”

he wasn’t even sure taeyong had heard him, but a few seconds later, taeyong gasped out ‘green’, a smirk coming to baekhyun’s face. “there you go,” he cooed, bending over to mouth his way down taeyong’s chest to play with his nipples before sitting straight again, watching the younger have the time of his life.

he was already twitching again moments later, the dry orgasm ripping through him as he hollered out. y/n slowed his thrusts to a stop before pulling his fingers out and pressing kisses all over taeyong’s thighs. the boy was completely fucked out.

“color?”

taeyong’s eyes were hooded as his head rolled in the direction of y/n’s voice. he tried to speak up but his breath caught in his throat and his chest heaved when he swallowed. ‘god, he’s down so bad,’ baekhyun thought as he looked at him.

y/n, being the more attentive of the two, softly called out to the younger and caressed his cheeks to try to bring him back. “hey, hey, yong? you alright?” he peppered kisses along tayeong’s forehead and cheeks as the younger let out a tired whimper.

“i’m okay,” his head lolled, contradicting his words. he was clenching around nothing and he felt like y/n”s fingers were still in him; so much so that his cock would slightly twitch toward his stomach every few seconds.

“look at him. he’s so far gone, isn’t he n/n?” baekhyun teased, taeyong gnawing on the air as his hips gave tiny thrusts to nothing. y/n thought he couldn’t get any harder than he was at the sight, absentmindedly coating his cock with lube.

baekhyun watched the male, letting out an exaggerated gasp to alert taeyong. taeyong only half-snapped out of his daze, but baekhyun’s next words couldn’t prepare him enough for what was to come, “y/n is going to fuck you raw.”

taeyong had never gone raw, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t y/n’s only partner; but he trusted y/n and baekhyun enough, at least at the moment. he really didn’t care, all he wanted was to be filled and fucked balls de—

“fuck!”

y/n’s hips met taeyong’s, the younger automatically locking his ankles behind his hips as y/n thrust slowly for a few seconds, letting taeyong adjust to the size difference. when taeyong became accustomed to the stretch he wanted more.

“more, want more.”

baekhyun, understanding just how taeyong was feeling and knowing y/n would bend to his every will, stepped in. “nope, y/n. don’t listen to him,” he sat on his knees next to taeyong, finally removing the hand cuffs before caressing taeyong’s cheek before squeezing his jaw, “you’re not in charge, are you?” taeyong only moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

baekhyun chuckled, landing a light tap on taeyong’s cheek for his attention yet again, “ah ah ah. look at me.” his tone was firm yet y/n paid him no mind, only looking at taeyong’s reaction. he wanted to tease him, he wanted to tease the both of them so badly; so he did.

he gave a single thrust, powerful enough to have taeyong’s body jolt upward and arms waving about next to baekhyun. the elder turned to y/n, mildly upset that he was disobeyed, “why’d you do that?”

y/n smirked, taeyong clenching and grinding against him, begging for him to move. y/n placed his palm on taeyong’s lower stomach, halting his movements as he closely watched baekhyun, waiting for the right moment to strike.

‘3…’ y/n began the countdown in his head.

‘2…’ baekhyun shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

‘1…’ baekhyun’s lips parted as he went to speak.

‘good boy.’

baekhyun let out a choked whine when y/n’s hand shot to his throat, his body being pushed backward on the mattress. as baekhyun whined, taeyong moaned—y/n’s hips meeting his as he leaned his weight forward to push baekhyun.

y/n watched as baekhyun’s face turned red and the veins in his jaw protruded, counting down 3 more seconds before loosening his grip almost completely, only leaving his thumb and middle finger to occasionally squeeze the sides of his neck.

“your hands just won’t stay still, yongie, will they?” he didn’t leave a moment for the younger to answer, grabbing taeyong’s wrist parallel to baekhyun, “open up, hyung.”

baekhyun’s mouth now fitted 4 of taeyong’s slender fingers, the tips of them grazing the back of his throat and several gags heaving in his throat. he swore he almost came when y/n tightened his grip around his neck, completely cutting off his air supply, his own hands flying to y/n’s wrist and eyes rolling back.

it was almost funny; baekhyun, the sex-crazed male who always had control over his body no matter what y/n gave him had been reduced to what taeyong was mere minutes ago—fucked dumb.

he felt like he’d champed his way through every kink he had, but this was new. and he was nowhere near done—not by y/n’s rules. baekhyun had taken a (failed) vibrator climax and almost 2 hands without cumming and all without penetration in his awaiting ass—the night was far from over. and if taeyong had to cum multiple times before baekhyun did, then so be it.

while baekhyun went through repetitive cutting off of his oxygen, taeyong had cum 2 more times, and each time his fingers slipped out of baekhyun’s mouth in an attempt to rationalize his own reaction to such an intense event. and each time it happened, y/n thrust harder and left his handprint on taeyong’s asscheek as a reminder that he didn’t have permission to remove his hand. by the time taeyong had cum a third time, he’d become nothing but an exhausted body staring at the ceiling. he and baekhyun were on the verge of passing out, but y/n knew their limits, pulling out of taeyong, releasing his grip, and pulling taeyong’s limp hand from baekhyun’s mouth.

he got down on his knees next to the bed, pulling baekhyun to rest his thighs on his shoulders before lathering hot kisses and swipes of his tongue to baekhyun’s hole. it took only two minutes before baekhyun’s hips were lifting off the bed and cum was shooting from his swollen tip. untamed grunts were leaving his mouth as his back arched, hands flying to y/n’s head. almost thirty seconds had passed and he still hadn’t stopped. but the last straw for his body was when y/n pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his middle and index fingers, prodding straight at his prostate. baekhyun could only inhale a gasp as his abs flexed and even more cum oozed from his burning tip, pooling at his navel. y/n pulled baekhyun’s cock to his lips, jerking it and sticking his tongue out to catch the shooting cream before standing up and crouching over taeyong, hand never stopping. he bought his mouth to taeyong, the younger not even registering the fact that they were kissing, baekhyun’s cum sliding off y/n’s tongue and mixing with taeyong’s saliva, gliding down his chin.

y/n waited until no more would come from baekhyun’s balls, before landing a hard slap to his ass, almost as if saying “good job.”

     "I'm sorry mommy, I'm really trying not to touch you- I promise I am!" You smiled down at him as his puppy dog eyes came into play, leaning down to press a light kiss to his pouty lips. Normally, you would have already brought out the cuffs, rope, or anything else you had in your toybox to restrain him, but he had been in a subby mood all day today which made him all the more sensitive. When he's in the mood to become your mindless baby boy in the bedroom he complains and complains about the bruises that inevitably end up around his wrists, almost bringing him to tears. While you didn't want to deal with that mess later, sometimes you just didn't have a choice.

     "This is your last warning sweetheart." He violently nodded, gripping the sheets as hard as he could while you started to lower your mouth back down on his cock. The moan that ripped from his throat could be heard clear as day from your living room, where, unbeknownst to either of you, a friend had dropped by to return Sehun's phone charger he had accidentally left in the practice room. 

     Chanyeol had stopped in his tracks as the cry echoed through the house, his face slowly heating up as he realized what it was. He was conflicted. One half of his brain was telling him to sprint out the door and forget this had ever happened while the other half was suddenly reminding how attractive his younger bandmates's girlfriend was. The poor boy hadn't even realized he had climbed the stairs until he was suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, hand outstretched for the doorknob in front of him.

     His hands were shaking as the nerves almost swallowed him whole. What was he doing?! Chanyeol took a small step back, cradling his hand to his chest as he shook his head. Just as his back turned to the door, however, another loud moan ripped through the air. He spun back around, telling himself over and over that a small peek wouldn't hurt. The door opened just a crack, letting the perverted boy's eye scan the small room. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

     Sehun's back was arched off the bed as his fingernails dug into the pillow beneath his thrashing head, trying his damndest to keep his hands from reaching for you. Chanyeol saw your head between your boyfriend's thighs and assumed you were sucking him off, but upon closer inspection realized that you had traveled lower to trace your tongue around the younger's entrance. A low groan vibrated through Sehun's chest as he bit his lip, head tilting in a way that gave Chanyeol a full view of his pleasure filled expression.

     The sight was almost too much to bear as Chanyeol's bulge strained against the fabric of his pants. His trembling hand shyly rubbed at the area between his legs, hoping to find some relief as the other flew up to his mouth to block his lewd sounds. It didn't take long before he decided it wasn't enough, instead unbuttoning his pants to grab ahold of his fully erect cock and pump it at a rather quick pace.

     Sehun's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision still a little blurry with pleasure as he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek into the pillow. Through his pleasure haze, however, he saw a crack in the door. Hadn't you closed it after you pushed him to the bed? It was hard for his mind to fully comprehend what was happening until his eyes had locked onto the pair that he recognized instantly. His face flushed red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

     "M-mommy!" He whined, his thighs unintentionally crushing your head in between them. The action made you look up to his face with a grunt before following his gaze to the door. You smirked as your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.

     "Oh?" Chanyeol froze up as he realized he had been spotted, the dark look in your eyes making a violent shiver shoot down his spine. He hurriedly pulled up his pants as you made a beckoning movement with your hand, clumsily entering the room. "Well what do we have here? I didn't realize your friend was such a little pervert, baby." You chuckled, glancing over to Sehun to make sure he was okay with this. 

     Sure enough as you gave your boyfriend a once-over you could see his cock twitch against his stomach. The both of you had talked about a situation like this before, having someone else join you in the bedroom that is, but now that it was finally happening you realized it was much more exhilarating than you could have ever imagined. Chanyeol, on the other hand, was much too busy thinking about every worst case scenario as his eyes burned holes into the floor. Surely you would never want to talk to him again, and Sehun would be too grossed out by him to ever hang out the way they used to. What if you told everyone else what happened, just to warn everyone about the disgusting pervert they'd been unknowingly spending time with? What if-

     "Chanyeol!" The boy's head snapped up, the confused puppy dog eyes he was giving you made you forgive him right away. "Did you hear what I said?" He slowly shook his head. You had turned to face him by now, gesturing for him to come even closer from your place on the bed. He hesitantly stepped forward, hands clenched into fists between his legs in a poor attempt to cover up his hard-on. 

     "I asked if you'd like to join us. There's a little lesson I need to teach Sehun that he just can't seem to learn, so a little help would be very much appreciated." You said, seduction dripping in your voice as you ran your fingers along his inner thigh once he had sat down next to you. His breath hitched in his throat, a fire burning in his lower abdomen from your touches as well as the whimper that came from the boy behind him. He slowly nodded his head, mind already foggy from your words as he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

     "Alright, how about you go ahead and take off your clothes, then you can go and sit behind Sehun. Is that alright with you sweetheart?" All he could do was dumbly nod his head again, your sweet voice and gentle touches the only thing he could seem to focus on. "Use your words."

     "Y-yes mommy, I can do that."

     "Alright then darling, go ahead." The words had barely left your mouth before he shot to his feet and began sloppily tugging off his clothes. Jeez, you'd barely done anything and the sweet boy was putty in your hands. You couldn't help the wicked smirk that crossed your face.

He sighs, leaning back into his chair in frustration.

“I’ve been trying to beat this level for almost and hour, but I keep dying at this one point…”

His breath was loud, and his heart was beating so fast it almost jumped out of his chest.

“Mhh, maybe you should take a break, join me in bed.”

The offer was tempting but you knew how stubborn he could be. There was no point in trying to reason with him when he was in one of his competitive moods.

“Fine, guess I’ll have to use my own fingers then, since yours are busy.”

Sehun gulps, his pointer finger tapping rapidly against his mouse.

You make a turn, but he suddenly rolls back his chair and grabs onto your wrist to stop you from leaving.

“Wait, you’re right, I should take a break and it seems like you’re in more desperate need of help than I am with this game.”

You can’t help but chuckle as you watch his cheeks turn red at his own words.

You swiftly pull him out of his chair and push him onto the soft linens of your bed, which was waiting on the other side of the room. Straddling his lap, you grab onto his collar to pull him in for a rough kiss.

It didn’t take much to turn him on and the soft yet dirty feeling of your tongue against his own was enough to tighten his pants.

You grind your hips onto his erection, making him moan into your mouth. Flipping the two of you over you swiftly take off his pants and he does the same to yours.

“Sit on my face.”, you demand, and he immediately obeys.

His hard cock slaps against your necks as he sinks onto your precious features. He bends down to expose his puckering hole and you spread your legs so he can play with your clit.

You let your tongue run over his hot skin, teasing his rim and his short nails dig into your hips desperately.

Sehun harshly sucks your clit, as if it gave him some kind of halt or comfort, but the ruthless teasing of your tongue made him weak beyond belief.

Breathless moans of your name fall from his lips as you gently masse his balls with one hand.

He tries his best to please you with his tongue, but it was impossible to concentrate on anything but your magical wet digit.

“Fuck”, his curses were muffled by your throbbing heat, and you could feel hot drips of precum decorate your torso.

His thighs were shaking next to your shoulders as you push your tongue past his pink rim,

He absentmindedly licks your sensitive bundle of nerves as he pushes his ass back onto your tongue.

Sehun’s eyes were crossed, and his vision became blurry as his stomach tensed up and he could feel his orgasm coming.

You calmly caress his twitching thigh as you let go of his balls and rub the tip of his cock in your palm.

His hips stutter, then he jolts, as you tug on his tip and push your tongue into his hole once more.

He almost bites your clit in surprise as he cums, hard, and spurts semen onto your chest.

His heavy breaths tickle your heat, and you reach down to finish yourself off. Thrusting yourself up against his tongue, you moan his name as you cum and Sehun eagerly licks you clean.

You gently tap his ass as to say: “Well done, baby!”, and he hums against your pussy satisfied.

That, indeed, had been much more rewarding than his game.

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