dude in the pic reminded me of baekhyun, so here you go!
reader riding baekhyun in his car after a party ♡
"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.
You sit up, his hand slipping from your hair and grabbing your hips. You wrap your own hand around his neck and squeeze, moving your hips faster. "Cum in me, breed me, please," you beg, the desperation clear in your voice.
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"Oh fuck!" Sehun cried out, his hands darting down to tangle in your hair as your tongue swirled around his tip yet again. Internally, you let out a small huff while glaring up at him. A whine forced its way past your boyfriend's lips as you pulled away, another escaping as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands down to be pinned on either side of his head.
"C'mon baby boy, we talked about this. Keep your hands to yourself or I'll have to bring out the cuffs." You lightened up your hold on his wrists at the look that crossed his face.
"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.
Warnings ➞ sub!chanyeol, dom!reader, bondage, oral (m. & f. receiving), edging, unprotected sex, riding, mild dirty talk, mild degrading, creampie, face riding, cum eating [ sorry not sorry ], reader is in denial , overuse of the word please
Word Count ➞ 8.2k
chanyeol is a bad boy with a nasty reputation. he’s sexy, mysterious, and entirely untouchable. well... to most people, that is. to you, on the other hand-- he’s something else entirely.
posted ; 6.04.20
there was an angry chill in the air. it bit at your face and hands as you strode to the campus lot where your car was parked. all around you, brightly colored leaves fell to the earth as strong gusts of wind broke them free of the branches they so weakly clung to. they blanketed the ground in shades of vibrant reds, tempting oranges, and dull, blotchy browns.
it was actually really beautiful. you'd always been a fan of the cool undertones of fall. especially the reds. ugh, red was such a gorgeous color. practically everything you owned was red, or some varying shade of it. it was just so sexy and dangerous and—
"(y/n)!" you were snapped from your inner thoughts by a barking voice.
quickly, you averted your eyes from the ground and onto the face of the girl walking beside you. her name is Mina, you're pretty sure. you grimaced at her irritated expression, realizing you must have zoned out again. getting lost in your thoughts at inappropriate times was a pretty frequent occurrence for you.
"huh?"
she scoffed in disbelief, eyes narrowing, "where's your head at? i've been talking for a solid five minutes and i'm pretty sure you stopped listening six minutes ago."
you chuckled, scratching the back of your neck as an apologetic smile touched your lips, "sorry. i was just thinking about the leaves."
"you're so weird."
you didn't know why she felt comfortable saying that to you. you weren't even friends. at least, not by your standards. maybe acquaintances. maybe.
and that was only because you happened to have the same afternoon photography class and just so happened to sit next to each other. you supposed in her pea sized brain that was enough to qualify for a friendship. but you had standards. and she was god damn rude.
regardless, you didn't have the energy or patience to start any sort of altercation. so you shrug, head bobbing lazily in agreement.
"i know."
that seemed to satisfy her as any remaining glimmer of annoyance was swept off her features with one last eye roll and replaced by a light grin, "whatever. hey, there's this party at my boyfriend's frat house tonight and you should totally come."
"no thanks." was your swift, concise rejection. but of course, that was not enough to satisfy her.
"what? why not?" her tone demanded an explanation that you really didn't feel like giving.
sighing heavily, you kicked a pebble across the sidewalks. "parties aren't my thing."
that was maybe half the truth. you actually did like parties. just not frat boy parties. they were like beacons for girls with low self esteem and insecure rich boys with superiority complexes. they were loud as fuck and made your head ache. not to mention they reeked. apparently, a lot of guys didn't learn in high school how to put on deodorant. your preference stood with more low key parties, with a more controlled number of attendees and some chill drinking. maybe getting a little baked if you were in that vibe.
"you can be such a buzzkill," she groaned loudly, head rolling back as she stomped her foot childishly. you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
"i know."
"do you ever just let yourself have a good time? like ever? we're in the prime of our lives for god’s sake!" and there she goes again with the 'prime of our lives' bullshit. please. maybe this was the best life would ever be for her, but you had other plans.
"i have to finish an essay for my business class." no you didn't.
"but it's friday! you have all weekend to finish it!" why was she trying to argue with you? you'd already said no, so why was she still trying to convince you. spoiler, you weren't about to change your mind anytime soon.
"i prefer not to put work off until the very last minute." also a lie.
"(y/n)," she whined, "come on, i personally think it would be pretty healthy for you not to spend another friday night pent up in that little apartment of yours—"
all at once she was cut off by the distinct roaring of an engine. both your gazes shifted towards the road ahead of you, watching as a flashy red motorcycle came tearing down the street. an excited gasp exploded from your–barely–acquaintance's mouth while a low groan escaped yours.
fantastic. just what you needed. your daily dose of—
"Yeolie!"
you winced as she squealed his name, waving energetically. you silent prayed he'd just keep going. but of course, he didn't. his bike came to a gradual halt in front of the sidewalk you stood on. it purred as he planted his feet securely on the cement.
now this next part you could almost see happening in slow motion.
he reached up with his leather glove clad hands, pulling off his sleek black helmet to reveal a pair of thick, pink lips, a sharp, defined nose, charcoal black eyes, and a head of silver locks. you could practically feel Mina swooning as he swung his head to the side, effectively flipping his hair like some kind of wannabe fetus Justin Bieber. it took less than a moment for those dark eyes to fall on the pair of you, and a slow smirk to crawl across his face.
Mina immediately rushed up to him (all too energetically for someone who already has a boyfriend, mind you), squeaking out sweet greetings as her touchy hands found purchase on the sleeve of his leather jacket.
what was up with him and the leather anyway? it was only on shockingly rare occasions that you witnessed him donning something other than his signature black leather outfit, decorated with silver zippers and complimented by a thick chain around his neck and a single silver earring. how much cheesier could he get?
you'd think after high school, people would be over the whole 'bad boys are so hot' thing.
apparently not.
because at your uni, Park Chanyeol was hot shit. every girl and every guy wanted to get their hands on him in one way or another. he was dangerous, sexy, mysterious, hard to get. he rode a blood red motorcycle and smoked blunts behind the main building for god's sake.
he was the definition of a cliche. but it seemed you were the only person that could see through his whole charade.
"(y/n), don't be rude! come say hi to Yeolie!" Mina suddenly whipped around, waving you over.
this bitch—
the corner of your lip twitched in a subtle sneer, but, ever the pacifist, you obliged, slowly moving to stand at her side. his irritating smirk widened upon your approach, tongue swinging over the corner of his lip as his eyes dropped to do a brief once over.
"Chanyeol," you grunted with a less than enthusiastic tone.
"(y/n)," was his swift reply, voice as deep and smooth as ever, "wonderful seeing you again. you look as happy-go-lucky as ever."
the sarcasm was palpable.
"yeah well, it seems i just can't contain myself with you around," you bit back with just as much satire, lips curling dryly.
"i'm flattered," he all but cooed, head tilting downward as his teeth latched onto his bottom lip.
he stared boldly into your eyes, and you stared right back with just as much fire.
"um... do you guys, like... know each other?"
"no."
"yes."
you both responded simultaneously.
confusion plastered itself across her face, eyes jumping back and forth from your face to his. a taunting smile tugged at the corners of his lips, "we actually went to the same high school, isn't that right, (y/n)?"
you huffed in annoyance, shoulders slumping, "yeah. we did."
"and you never told me this because…?"
because you weren't close in the least and you hadn't even told her when your birthday was let alone about your high school life.
"didn't seem like important information."
she gaped at you in disbelief, "anything regarding my Yeolie is important information!"
was she trying to stroke his already colossal ego? if his head got any bigger, it might just explode.
Chanyeol’s grin broadened at her statement, and you silently groaned, knowing exactly what was coming before he even opened his mouth, "yeah, (y/n). anything regarding me is important information. so why didn't you tell her? trying to keep me all for yourself? how greedy of you."
"please." you scoffed.
Mina glared at you sharply before plastering an innocent smile across her face and twirling a strand of her platinum blonde dyed hair. "ignore her, Yeolie. i was actually wondering if i'd be seeing you at Jake's party tonight?"
"wasn't planning on it," he admitted, and Mina pouted, lips puckering, over dramatically whining in protest. suddenly, his eyes shifted to you, that stupid smirk touching his features, "but maybe if a certain buzzkill was attending... i'd be more tempted to make an appearance."
buzzkill? oh, you.
"i'm not—"
"of course (y/n)'s coming! wouldn't be a party without her!" Mina rushed to cut you off, throwing an arm over your shoulder and yanking you into her side with a grip tight enough to bruise. you looked at her like she was crazy, brows furrowed, eyes wide, lip raised in a disgusted sneer. but her hold was enough to squeeze the air out of your lungs and steal away your ability to refute.
Chanyeol’s brows jumped in surprise, an amused grin spreading across his face, "really?"
"wait, no—"
"yes! i was surprised when she agreed, too! but guess she's finally breaking out of her shell!" you were going to kick her ass if she kept cutting you off.
"well isn't that great to hear." there was a mischievous flicker in his dark eyes, a look you knew all too well.
"so... you'll come?" she asked hopefully.
"sure." you were annoyed at how easily he agreed. he was still smirking smugly as he began pulling his helmet back down over his head. shooting you a wink and a two fingered wave, he spoke again, "see ya tonight."
with that final word, he was speeding off down the road, tires kicking up dust and pebbles as they spun.
as soon as Mina's grip loosened from around you, you were ten feet away, swiftly walking in the direction of your car. "(y/n)! wait!" she cried out, running after you in her five inch heels. you didn't slow down in the least.
"i'm not going, Mina," you said sternly, not even bothering to look back at her.
"b–but i told Chanyeol—"
"no."
"please?"
"not. happening."
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you ended up going.
not because you wanted to, of course. but because Mina decided it was necessary to show up at your apartment and quite literally drag you out. she was surprisingly strong for such a small person, and fiercely persistent. she'd even gone the extra mile of forcefully applying makeup to your eyelids and lips. that's not to say you didn't put up one hell of a fight. but conflict was never your strong suite, and you eventually ended up going pliant under her ministrations.
unsurprisingly, it was just as you expected it to be. loud. stinky. and filled to the brim with horny bastards looking for a quick fuck. you'd been there for all of ten minutes and you'd already gotten your ass grabbed six times. slimy assholes think it's acceptable to touch someone without permission. all the more reason you didn't want to stick around for long.
not to mention, Mina had ditched you the minute you walked in the door to suck faces with her fuckboy boyfriend. since then you'd been gravitating from room to room, searching for the best place to sit without being squished by a horny couple practically dry humping against you.
luckily, you found your solace upstairs in an empty bedroom. the music was muffled the moment you shut the door, the stuffy air that smelled of sweat and marijuana also clearing out. finally, you could breathe.
you spotted a candle and lighter on the bedside table, and quickly moved to light it. the dull, soothing glow that filled the room, splashing light across the walls made the headache that had begun to swell at your temples ease up. exhaling softly, you fell back onto the neatly made bed, body relaxing into the soft duvet.
but of course, your moment of tranquility was short lasting.
because before you could so much as shut your eyes, the door was opening, and a painfully familiar voice was purring, "there you are~ i've been looking all over for you, (y/n), you sly girl."
"fucking hell," you growled under your breath, propping yourself up on your elbows to face him properly, "what do you want, Chanyeol?"
he gently nudged the door shut behind him, before walking over to where you lay. "isn't it obvious?" he murmured, leaning forward to press his hands against the mattress on either side of your ankles.
"spell it out for me."
he chuckled softly, knees meeting the bedding as he began to crawl upwards, until his face was hovering over yours. even you couldn't deny how beautiful he looked up close, with those big, dark eyes, boyishly grinning lips, smooth, tan skin...
"i," he began, nose nudging against your cheek, "want," his lips feathered over yours, "you."
a dark chuckle rolled off your tongue as you met his hooded, lustful gaze. "you we're so greedy last time... and still... you couldn't get enough," you replied smoothly, voice deepening as your desire for him grew.
"what can i say? i'm insatiable."
you scoffed, the corners of your lips curling as you lifted your head slightly, leaving only the tiniest of spaces between your mouth, "i don't think you deserve it." your whisper caressed his lips all too temptingly. A chill rolled down his spine, eyes fluttering as he felt himself falter briefly.
"maybe i don't... but i can earn it..."
now that caught your interest.
a smirk touched your features, "and how might you do that?"
he bit his lip, trying his best to subdue a grin, "by doing whatever you ask of me."
"you willing to take that risk? after that little stunt earlier? i might just decide not to go easy on you." your voice was taunting, but the challenge and threat were very real.
"i can handle anything you give me."
you raised a brow, amused by his naive confidence. then, in the blink of an eye, you had him underneath you, pinning his wrists to the mattress above his head. the action had been so sudden that he could only gasp in shock when his back collided with the bed. you stared down at him with dark eyes, the tip of your tongue sliding over the corner of your mouth.
"you sure about that, big boy?"
he inhaled deeply when your head lowered to the curve of his throat, lips just barely grazing over that sensitive spot. "most definitely." he let out breathlessly, eyes fluttering as he tilted his chin back, offering himself to you. something dark alighted in your eyes, a sinister gleam in your smirk as thoughts of how you could absolutely ruin him flooded your mind.
"you're going to regret saying that."
you didn’t offer him the opportunity to respond before your lips crashed down on his. he let out a muffled sound of surprise at the sudden action, but quickly relaxed beneath you, returning the kiss eagerly.
see? you much preferred Chanyeol when he wasn’t running that big mouth of his. he was always so much more fun when he was choking on desperate moans and trembling uncontrollably under your touch.
truth about the infamous Park Chanyeol? he was a bitch.
in fact... he was your bitch.
it started back in high school. when you were the chill girl who wasn't too well known by anyone outside of your friend group, and when he was the untouchable bad boy that everyone drooled over.
to keep it to the point, you'd both attended a mutual friend's party your senior year, got wasted, and hooked up.
but, it wasn't what you'd expected it to be. no, because you'd expect Chanyeol to be the kind of guy to pin a girl (or guy) down and dominate the fuck out of them. but the moment your voice took on an authoritative pitch, he was putty in your hands, whining and moaning and begging... it stirred something to life inside of you that you had no idea was there.
and it was good. really good. so good, in fact, he came running back to you within the next week practically begging for more. and shit, you gave it to him. he was one of the first guys you'd dominated like that. it was empowering, controlling a guy as big as Chanyeol was. it was an addictive sensation.
but you'd made it very clear from the beginning that it was going to be nothing more than sex. it wasn't romantic, you weren't friends, and you had no intention of getting to know him on a deeper level than his body. though, he seemed suspiciously intent on worming his way into your life one way or another. the boy was relentless. luckily, you were equally as stubborn. a match made in hell, aren’t you? what a spectacle.
you drew away from the kiss at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your lips, a low whine following soon after. you scoffed softly at the sight of his pouting face, “so needy.”
“you can only blame yourself.” he shot back easily, eyes already hooded and darkened with lust. excitement glimmered within them as you reached down between your bodies, fingers slowly undoing his belt.
“is that right?” you murmured, not breaking eye contact for a single moment, a lazy smirk resting on your face. he swallowed, trembling pupils jumping noncommittally from your intense stare down to where you were making easy work of his belt buckle.
“i— yes.” you don’t think he knew what he was saying yes to, his mind already becoming a muddled mess from the promise of what the night had in store for the two of you. his rationality had a nasty habit of hopping out the window whenever you got him in this position.
“what are you hoping happens tonight, Chanyeol?” you asked softly, slowly pulling his belt from the first loop of his jeans.
he swallowed thickly, head beginning to swing back and forth is slow swoops. “i– i don’t—” his voice broke off with a strangled whine as you allowed your fingertips to caress ever so gently over the ever growing tent in his pants.
you raised a brow into a questioning arch, stifling a smirk of amusement at his already flustered state. “it’s a simple question.”
his cheeks pinkened. “i just… want you.” it almost came out more as a question than a statement, words shy and hesitant.
“want me to what?” you pressed.
“to… to kiss me.” his gaze fell onto your lips, his own parting.
“kiss you?” you repeated, tone on the verge of taunting. “asking for a lot there, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
you were teasing him, but he didn’t seem to mind, blinking slowly as he dragged his tongue over the pink swell of his thick lower lip. “want you to touch me…” his voice lowered an octave, deep, lustful eyes looking up at you intensely.
“where?”
“everywhere.” he replied without missing a beat. “anywhere. just— just want your hands. or your mouth. i’ll take anything that you give me… but you already know that.”
you really loved the sound of his voice when he got like this. it was softer than cotton and smoother than silk, rumbling so deep in his chest that you could almost mistake it for purring. it spilled off his lips like the thickest, sweetest honey, so lush and lovely, dripping with shameless desire. something about it was so soothing. and the sounds he made were even better, his guttural groans and melodic moans were nothing short of symphonies. and you were the conductor.
chuckling, you smirked down at him. “you’re right. i do already know that.” he gasped as you suddenly yanked his belt completely free. “now be a good little bitch and grab onto the headboard.”
he eagerly complied, capturing his lip between his teeth as he watched you bind his wrists above his head. his eyes slowly dragged over your face, drifting over the length of your neck, following the smooths swells of your chest beneath your black tank top. a low groan slid from his lips as you pressed your hips forward slightly, just barely grinding against his growing erection. his eyes snapped up at the sound of your soft laughter.
“my eyes are up here, sweetheart.” you hummed, pulling his belt taught before looping it around one of the vertical wooden bars.
“and beautiful eyes they are.” he grinned up at you in that boyishly charming way, shooting you a playful wink. you scoffed, hands drifting down to rest on his firm chest before one raised to grip his jaw, tilting his head upward. lowering your own head, you allowed your lips to caress teasingly over his.
“maybe i should gag you, too. keep that pretty mouth in check,” you mused, dragging your thumb slowly over his full lips, “but unfortunately i think i enjoy the sound of your voice almost as much as you do. especially when you're moaning my name. god it’s so hot.”
you almost growled as he took your finger into his mouth, moaning softly around it. you swooped down, swiftly replacing your finger with your lips. the kiss was deep, rough, and hungry. distracted by your weaponized tongue, he didn’t process that you were unbuttoning his jeans until they were being pushed down his thighs and your hand was gripping his arousal through his thin black boxers.
“fuck, (y/n),” he groaned deeply into your mouth, arms gently tugging against their restraints. you dragged your lips away from his, face lowering so that you could suck your mark onto the expanse of his neck. he sighed blissfully, hot breath rushing over your ear as he subtly rolled his hips, body temperature rising steadily. you bit down on his collarbone, hands pushing up under his shirt to feel at his toned, well built torso. he was so hard, muscles rigid and protruding, so warm to the touch.
it was rather amazing. a guy as big as Chanyeol, as strong and as confident, could easily get the upper hand over you if he wanted. he could flip you over and pin you down without so much as breaking a sweat. but he didn’t. he let you pin him down, tie him up, dominate him, mind and body. he allowed himself to submit to you, to be taken by you: slowly, quickly, roughly, gently, he didn’t care, but dammit he enjoyed every second of it. and if that didn’t give you a rush of power, then you don’t know what could.
goosebumps rose across his honeyed skin as you pushed his shirt up to fully expose his tight body to your ravenous eyes, a chill rolling down his spine when you lowered your mouth to latch onto the smooth swell of his pectoral. he moaned quietly, back arching as you peppered kisses down his abdomen, slowly shifting lower, lower, lower… until your face was level with his bulge.
a sound of excitement flooded past his lips, his breathing becoming rapid and deep. “really?” he asked hopefully, voice breathless and light. a slow smirk crawled across your lips and you chuckled at the way he jolted with a moan when you pressed a slow kiss to his clothed arousal.
“really.” you hummed in confirmation. “you said you wanted my mouth, didn’t you?”
he frantically bobbed his head. “yes. yes, god yes. please.” you almost laughed at his shameless display of desperation. he let out a deep, strained groan as you flicked your tongue over his clothed erection, head falling back.
“ah ah, eyes on me, baby.” you scolded mildly, squeezing his thighs in warning. he lifted his head without argument, face flushed and glistening with faint perspiration, lip caught in a tight grip between his teeth, brows furrowed.
from your viewpoint, he looked rather beautiful: arms bound above his head, exposed chest rising and falling dramatically with each deep breath, messy silver hair falling flawlessly over his hooded, lustful eyes.
and he in turn was also quite taken by how perfect you looked between his legs: smirking lips hovering right over where he needed them most, dark, penetrating gaze making his body tremble with an unspoken need.
your fingers slipped under the elastic of his boxers, slowly easing them down his thighs until his length sprang free. “there he is,” you murmured, tongue dragging over your lower lip as you admired him, long and thick and swollen, precum spilling over his hot, red tip. he shuddered in delight as you traced your finger over a vein.
“(y/n)…” his usually deep voice was pleading and airy, hands curling into tight fists above his head, “please.”
you smiled up at him innocently before delivering a teasing kitten lick to his sensitive tip. he whined softly, hips twitching as his need for you increased tenfold.
a slightly more sadistic side of you rather enjoyed watching him squirm. perhaps it was that hidden part of you that wanted nothing more than to tease him into oblivion with insubstantial caresses and borderline torturous kisses until he was writhing helplessly and there were tears spilling from those beautiful big brown eyes.
however, a larger part of you craved the sight of his stunning, fucked out expression. the one where his face glistened with sweat, thick pink lips swollen and red from being ruthlessly and relentlessly attacked by those pearly whites, puppy dog eyes hooded and fluttering, fighting to remain open against his mind's desire to just melt completely into the pleasure coursing like hot lava through his veins. that was the face you wanted to see more than anything.
a broken moan flooded from his gaping mouth as you fastened your lips around his tip, the taste of his salty precum immediately lathering your tongue. he trembled as you hummed lightly around him, mouth silently forming the words ‘oh god’ as the vibrations sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body like static shock.
“feels good, (y/n),” he whined weakly, stomach tensing, “feels so good.”
your response was to thrust your head down and as much of him into your mouth as possible. he cried out, hips snapping up at the feeling of your gentle sucking. you were quick to pin them back down, a warning glare darkening your gaze.
“‘m sorry—,” he slurred, panting heavily, “i’m sorry.” he was quick to submit, fighting against the painfully strong urge to fuck himself up into your warm mouth and forcing his quivering body to go pliant beneath your ministrations. satisfied for the time being, you dragged your tongue from his base to his weeping head, tracing slow, taunting circles over his most sensitive place.
a broken moan was all he could manage as his cock twitched tellingly, precum spilling down his throbbing length. you fixed your lips back around his tip, sucking gently. his thighs trembled at the sensation it sent shooting through his veins, a breathless ‘oh’ pulsing from his pink-bitten lips.
“(y/n)— (y/n), if you keep doing that—” the warning was clear, but you wanted to see just how close you could bring him to his release before stealing it away last second. it was always fun to watch how hard he came down from his high when he was denied of it. it was delicious, the way he gasped and trembled, shuddering hips desperately seeking out more frictions, but never receiving it. he was so cute when he got like that.
“you gonna come, baby?” you cooed, replacing your mouth with your hand and shifting upwards so that you could look directly into his eyes. you wanted to be able to see the look in his pretty brown eyes when you stole away his release. he whimpered, head bobbing rapidly as he caught his lower lip between his teeth.
“please.”
you only offered a low, contemplative hum before a wicked smirk struck your features. “not yet.”
a sob broke from his lips as you drew away from his throbbing dick, his high stolen only moments before it could come crashing down over him. his hips bucked, desperately seeking the friction you so cruelly denied him of, but finding nothing but empty air in place of your warm touch. his muscles trembled, broken pleas spilling from his quivering lips.
“(y-y/n), no— please,” he gasped out, arms tugging against the sturdy binds, fingers aching to touch you, grab onto you, hold you.
you hushed him with sweet words, pressing a soothing kiss to the cut of his jaw, hands massaging the bulk of his muscular thighs and holding still his stuttering hips.
“fuck– i hate it when you do that.” he cursed weakly, glassy eyes peering up into yours.
“no you don’t.” you chuckled softly, brushing his damp bangs out of his face in an unexpectedly tender gesture.
“you’re right, i don’t.” he relented easily, the corners of his lips curling subtly.
a sudden silence fell over you, and it took you a moment to realize that he was looking at you with those eyes— the ones you knew all too well. the ones you’d told him plenty of times to drop. because those weren’t the kind of eyes you were supposed to look at a fuck buddy with. those weren’t the kind of eyes that just anybody could be on the receiving end of, most definitely not you.
“don’t look at me like that.” you warned, hardening your expression.
“i can’t help it.” he breathed. you felt your stomach twist. damnit.
“then close ‘em, Park. before I decide to blindfold you, too.”
it seemed your threat wasn’t very well received, as the smile adorning his features only expanded, the corners of his eyes crinkling endearingly.
“that doesn’t sound too bad.”
a dry laugh burst from your lips. “god, you’re so fucking submissive. how has nobody else untangled your little ruse, hm? acting all big and tough on the outside when all you really want is to be tied up and fucked like a horny little bitch. am i really the only one that’s got you figured out?” you hummed thoughtfully, tracing your fingers down his throat and caressing his collarbone.
“you’re the only one, (y/n).”
for some reason… you had a strange feeling that that sentence held more meaning than you were willing to decipher.
“you tell all your little side fucks that?” you taunted, disguising the slight tremor in your chest with a dangerous smirk.
he shook his head, gaze not wavering for a moment. “there’s no one else. only you.”
fuck. you needed him to stop talking. so, you did the one thing that always did the trick: shoving your fingers down his throat. he let out a muffled sound of surprise at the unexpected intrusion, a sound that easily melted into a low moan, his tongue immediately getting to work lapping at your digits.
“you talk too much.” you murmured, taking him off guard and eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat as you ground yourself down on his naked length. “you came to get fucked, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
he eagerly nodded his head, hips nudging up excitedly against your own.
“thought so.” you chuckled.
through wide, glassy eyes, Chanyeol watched you push yourself upright, straddling his thighs. just as he was about to ask what you were doing, you grabbed the hem of your tank top and peeled it off over your head, discarding it onto the floor, your pants fast to follow.
“fuck. you’re so beautiful.” he groaned deeply, ravenous gaze raking over your nearly naked form. you smirked at him cockily.
“i know.”
a surprised laugh erupted from his lips at your blunt reply, eyes glinting with something akin to admiration. “as you should.”
smiling to yourself, you swiftly climbed back on top of him, not wasting any time before grabbing hold of his throbbing dick. he let out a breath of appreciation at the contact, biting at the inside of his cheek. every muscle in his body tightened as you teasingly traced his tip over your clothed heat, his precum slickening the thin fabric.
“are you wet?” he asked weakly, voice so airy and strained that you almost missed it.
grinning devilishly, you toyed with the elastic. “do you wanna find out?”
“yes,” he all but hissed out, muscular arms straining against their secure restraints, “fuck— yes, please.”
“mmm, you sound so hot when you're desperate to get fucked.” you groaned softly, nudging your underwear to the side in order to slip his head through your hot arousal. he shuddered at the sensation, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watched you tease not only him but yourself as well with fleeting caresses of his needy length against your burning core.
“(y/n).” his deep voice had become little more than a breathless whimper singed with molten desire. you felt your pulse jump at the very sound of it, your own want for him swelling with every passing second.
Chanyeol let out a broken gasp as you sunk down on him, cursing weakly as you took him in inch by inch. a low hum vibrated on your lips at the blissful stretch, hot tendrils of pleasure igniting throughout your body.
“sometimes i forget just how good you feel inside of me.” you breathed out heavily, peering down at his already fucked out expression with a coy smirk.
“i could never forget.” he moaned, roughly biting his lower lip. a slow, deep grind of your hips had his head of unruly silver locks tossed back into the plush pillows, an unsteady groan of your name filling the hot, heavy air surrounding you.
“fuck, go faster.”
he realized his mistake only when your fingers were pressing into the length of his throat, all motion ceased. “is that how you ask for things?” you asked, voice dangerously calm.
he was quick to shake his head, eager to right his wrong. “please. please go faster.”
“that’s better.”
a rough sob is pulled from his flushed throat (which you’re almost certain will be raw tomorrow morning) as you fuck yourself down onto him. the pace was fast, hungry, rough. his back bowing off the mattress, hips pulsing upward, desperate to meet each thrust half way.
“(y/n),” you almost moaned at the sight of his body rolling beneath yours, muscles flexed and trembling, toned arms straining against the tight hold of his belt, the leather biting pretty red marks into his wrists, “i wanna touch you— please let me touch you. let me feel you, baby. you know i can make you feel good.”
his begging caused a playful grin to draw itself across your face. “should i?” you murmured thoughtfully, rolling your hips in slow, controlled circles. a low, throaty moan vibrated in your chest as he thrust himself up inside of you, just barely brushing over that perfect little spot.
“i can be so good for you. please… let me be good for you, (y/n).”
“well when you say it like that…” you sighed, feeling any remaining resolve come crumbling down.
excitement ignited in his dark eyes, and he watched with bated breath as you reached up, getting to work on freeing him from the binds.
the very moment the belt fell slack, releasing his hands, they were on your skin, eager and impatient, tugging you down into a heated kiss. it was messy and rough, all biting teeth and lashing tongues. not that you minded much, it was always fun reminding him who was in charge, one way or another.
his wandering hands eagerly explored the expanse of your body, squeezing, pressing, pulling. and you let him have his fun, let him push the limits, testing your boundaries with every curious prod and trembling caress.
it was only when you felt his fingers pressing into the swells of your ass and begin guiding your movements that you drew the line. it took all of a few seconds for you to have his wrists pinned down on either side of his head.
you pulled away from his lips was a disappointed sigh, tongue clicking. “still no restraint, i see? i’m disappointed. i thought you said you’d be good for me, yeolie? was that good?” he all but whimpered, his head, too muddled from pleasure to form coherent words, shaking remorsefully. “no… that was very bad. bad boy, yeolie.”
his dick throbbed so hard inside of you that you could’ve sworn he’d almost just come.
a scoff of both amazement and disbelief escaped your lips. “you like being called a bad boy?”
how ironic.
color flushed into his cheeks, embarrassment shining in his big, glassy eyes that were now refusing to meet your gaze.
“look at me.”
he gasped as you purposely clenched around him, thrusting your hips back until he was balls deep, successfully forcing his attention onto your face. you grabbed his chin securely between your thumb and forefinger, and lowered your head to the point where your lips were just barely brushing over his. his pupils were blown and trembling as they met yours.
“you wanna be my bad boy, baby?”
his jaw fell open, a thunderous moan breaking from his chest.
“yes.”
“say it.” you all but growled, tone leaving no room for argument.
at this point, he was too lost in his own desire to feel any real shame.
“i wanna be your bad boy.”
a triumphant smirk curled onto your face, and you rewarded him with a gentle kiss to his quivering lips. “you gonna come for me, bad boy?” he was already bobbing his head frantically before you’d even fully gotten the question out. you chuckled sadistically at his unabashed desperation. “should i let you?”
“(y/n), please— i don’t think i can— fuck.” he panted out, voice shuddering and breaking as you fucked yourself down on him at just the right pace to keep him teetering dangerously on the edge without completely throwing him over. you bit your lip, pleasure exploding like firecrackers in your veins as he thrusted into you. fuck, if he didn’t stop hitting that spot…
his hands curled into tight fists where they were pinned to the mattress, dull nails biting smooth crescents into his palm. noticing this, you took it upon yourself to weave your fingers through his, holding his hands in an unexpectedly tender display. only because you didn’t want him to accidentally hurt himself… that was all.
but, perhaps it was a mistake.
because that look returned to his eyes with vengeance, his features melting into bursting admiration and unspoken emotion. this time, you ignored it, too gone in your own pleasure to spare it a second thought. that’s what you convinced yourself of, anyways.
he was pulsing intensely against your slick walls, twitching cock threatening to erupt at any given second. you could tell he was fighting to hold himself back, the veins in his throat growing prominent from the strenuous effort. it was admirable in a way, how desperately he wanted to please you, even if it meant denying himself of the greatest pleasure of all. you’d encountered very few men with that kind of will power. so you couldn’t help but to respect it when you saw it in Chanyeol.
“you look like you’re about to explode.” you taunted breathlessly, lips pulled into a lust hazed smirk. “it’d be cruel of me to tell you to hold it, wouldn’t it?”
he whimpered helplessly, obviously not sure which answer would satisfy you and which would coax you into further torturing his already wrecked body.
you offered a rasping chuckled. “you’re lucky that i’m feeling rather generous today.”
something between a sob and a moan are thrown past his lips as you slam yourself down on him, purposefully squeezing your walls around him. he cries out your name desperately, imploringly. you know he can’t hold back anymore, no matter how hard he tries. his body was going to come whether he liked it or not. you felt in the way he throbbed and twitched inside of you, heard it in the way he groaned and sighed, saw it in the way his eyes rolled, body shuddering uncontrollably.
“come.”
and he fucking did.
his body stalled, back arching off the bad, hips sputtering up in sharp, quick thrusts, the sound of skin on skin contact resonating through the room. you cooed, relishing in the way he quivered and keener beneath you, mouth gaping silently for a few moments before growling moans finally broke through, rumbling so deep in his chest you could have easily mistaken it for thunder.
you let him fill you up, painting your walls with his release, knowing damn well your intentions once he was finished.
“that’s it, baby…” you cooed, releasing one of his clenched fists to caress his feverish face, tracing the lower line of his plump lip, swollen and red from his relentless biting.
“oh! look at that. you made a mess, sweetheart.” you purred, smirking wickedly as you watched his arousal drip out of you and onto his now half hard cock. he moaned at the sight, cursing under his breath. “I think it’s only right if you clean it up.”
his eyes snapped up to meet yours, excitement immediately burning with his hazy, blown pupils. that was your boy… always eager to clean up after himself. especially if it meant he could put his tongue and lips to proper use.
“fuck. ride my face. wanna taste you. wanna make you come.” he groaned breathlessly, freed hands reaching down to grip at your thighs, tugging at them impatiently.
you chuckled at how eager he was, happily obliging. you climbed up, repositioning yourself to hover over his flushed face, caging his head between your thighs. his fingers pressed into your hips, pulling you down and into reach of his greedy tongue. you couldn’t help the sigh that slid from your lips at the first contact, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his tongue dragging hungrily through your come soaked folds.
“that’s right. eat your come, baby. lick it up.” you breathed out heavily, fingers weaving through his damp silver locks.
he moaned against you, the vibrations sending chills rolling down your spine. it was like white hot electricity in your veins when he rolled his flattened tongue cover your clit, a sharp moan erupting from your throat.
“fuck, just like that. right there.” you panted, hips grinding down against his skilled tongue. “you’re so fucking good with your mouth, yeol.” his determination spiked at the praise, lips encircling your clit and sucking purposefully.
pure euphoria rushed through your veins, head falling back as your grip on his hair tightened. his rapacious hands danced across your body, fingers pressing hotly into your skin, obviously not having learned his lesson the first time around. though, you weren’t too keen on correcting him. especially not with the fire his touch was igniting across your body.
your hips stuttered as his tongue pressed inside of you, lapping at you hungrily. “tastes… so good…” he groaned brokenly against your arousal, hooded eyes devouring the sight of you falling apart above him.
if there was one thing Park Chanyeol loved– it was being the cause of your pleasure.
snagging your lip roughly between your teeth, you meet his searing gaze, your walls clenching around his invading tongue at the almost unbearable intensity of it.
“you like it?” you moaned, feeling yourself begin to climb your way towards release. he nuzzled against you, nose pressing against your clit as his tongue teased your entrance.
god… if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was trying to suffocate himself. knowing Chanyeol, he’d probably consider it the perfect way to go. perhaps you would have laughed at the thought had it not been for the molten pleasure numbing your mind and senses.
“i’m gonna come.”
at your breathless declaration, Chanyeol is quickly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, fucking them up into you steadily while his mouth gets to work on your clit. it feels so good… you’re numb to pretty much everything else but the feeling of him, the sight of him.
and you find it’s just that that finally sends you tumbling over that ledge: the sight of those beautiful brown eyes, dark and eager, burning with unspoken emotion, pooling with crimson seduction. he’s breathtaking.
you shift off of his face carefully, a hazy, satisfied smirk settling across your face.
“what a filthy boy.” you purr softly, more so to yourself than him, delighting in the sight of his face, glistening from a mixture of both his and your own release. his lips curl upwards at the corners, sinful tongue peeking out to drag over them and savor the lingering taste of you, a low hum of appreciation rumbling deep in his chest.
his hands don’t leave your hips as you carefully lift yourself off of him, offering some much needed support for your still shaky legs. you flop down on the mattress beside him with a soft ‘oof’ and shut your eyes, taking a moment to catch your breath and gather your scattered wits. a few moments of silence pass, before your brow twitched in irritation.
“stop staring before i smack you.” even with your eyes closed, you can feel the heat of his gaze on the side of your face.
he chuckled unabashedly, not all too torn up about being caught. “sorry. i can’t help myself,” he paused, “you’re just so beautiful like this.”
sighing, you roll your head to the side, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “what’d i say about calling me beautiful?”
he pouts, looking like a scolded puppy. “not to say it after sex.”
“that’s right.”
“but it’s the truth!”
“Chanyeol.” you groan, throwing an arm over your face.
he huffs in annoyance rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his palm. “what’s so wrong with me saying that you're beautiful?”
“you know exactly what’s wrong with it.” you grumble, shooting him a pointed glare, one he is quick to return. rolling your eyes, you turn away from him. “i’m too fucked out to try and argue with you right now so can you just drop it?”
one of his arms snakes over your waist, and you inhaled sharply in surprise as he tugged you into his chest.
“Chanyeol—”
he was quick to disregard your warning tone, nuzzling his face into your neck. “i like to cuddle.”
“you know—” you began, scowling as he cut you off a second time.
“i know what we agreed to but come on… a few minutes won’t kill you.” he grumbled, low voice raspy with exhaustion.
the slight tightening of his hold around you told you that he had no intention of letting go any time soon. your features twisted into a scowl, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.
but your resolve to remain unphased wavered.
because, for a moment, you let yourself feel the warmth of his body against yours, allowing yourself to melt into it. it was a strange sensation, the comfort it brought you… the security. perhaps it was the aftermath of your orgasm. or maybe the exhaustion from a stressful week. or maybe something else entirely… regardless, you found yourself relaxing into him, into his hold, into his warmth. it wasn’t something you could really control. and even if you could, you weren’t sure if you would do anything different.
minutes passed. maybe two. maybe five. maybe twenty. you weren’t really sure. you could hear the muffled music still pumping through the speakers somewhere downstairs. dull footsteps and low voices passing outside the door every now and again. the soft glow from the still candle flickered soothingly over the pale walls.
a strange sense of calm had settled over you at some point. you weren’t sure quite when. all you knew was that if you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the steady beating of Chanyeol’s heart. his breathing had become slow and heavy, warming the side of your face with every exhale.
“are you…” you swallowed, throat unexpectedly dry, “are you asleep?”
you were met with silence.
sucking your lips into your mouth, you slowly turned your head. your heart faltered in your chest. “geez.” you muttered softly, a faint smile touching your lips.
he was knocked out cold, cheek smooshed up against the pillow, lips parted and puckered out, hair cast across the white pillowcase, a few locks stuck on his eyelashes. you lifted your hand carefully, gently brushing the silver strands out of his face. your fingers lingered on his skin, caressing ever so lightly over his cheek and jaw.
“beautiful.”
it took you a moment to realize that that word had just come from your lips. you jerked away like you’d been stung, eyes wide, and heart suddenly racing.
Warnings: Sub! Baekhyun, Dom! Reader, Pegging, Use of Toys, Fingering (a tiny bit)
Plot: Today marks the day that you met the love of your life Baekhyun two years prior. You want him to feel special so to make sure he does you prepared a surprise for when he gets home.
A/N: I can't even walk well in heels so :(( but I can always imagine sgsjs. Okay but this is kinda meh to me but I came up with the idea and wrote it all today so like kinda proud of that ngl. I feel like this is really messy and short but it’s a thing. I hope you enjoy it anyways!
Baekhyun is just the cutest, he is very clingy and sweet. You guys have a lot of romantic moments because of it. Today was set up to be an extra romantic day. It's your two year anniversary and you wanted to make it extra special. While Baekhyun was away you went to the store and purchased a few surprises for him. By the time you finished setting everything up it was around 7 pm. Now all that was left to do is wait for Baekhyun to get home. You texted him and told him to tell you when he arrived. Since you had a surprise for him you didn't want him to come right into the house.
When he finally told you he was there you jumped up. Your high heels clicked against the floor as you closed your robe to cover your lingere. Almost all of the lights in your house were off and you had lit so many candles. You swung the door open and released the strong smells of vanilla to your baby boy. He was shocked by yours and the houses appearance and smell. "Happy anniversary baby!" He smiled widely and reached out to give you a kiss. "You look beautiful Y/N." A smile formed on your face as you pulled his bag off of him and closed the door behind him.
"Let's get you comfortable baby." You walked in front of him and went into the bathroom. He followed you like a clingy puppy which never failed to make you smile. "I ran you a warm bath so let's get you in there." You helped him undress then you sat on the toilet seat while he got in the bath. "When did you get all of this stuff?" He looked around the bathroom and saw the rose petals all over the counters and in the water. "I did it while you were gone, I wanted you to feel extra special." Baekhyun had an extremely endearing expression, "I always feel special Y/N. I just love you so much." He's so cute, you thought to yourself. "I love you too baby."
You moved to the edge of the tub to help him wash his hair. He seemed so relaxed and satisfied which made you more satisfied with this whole thing. "You're so cute Baekhyun." He turned slightly and smiled up at you. "No I'm not." You laughed, "Yes you are baby. Come on." You helped him out of the bath and sat him on the bed. "Let's dry your hair." You took a towel and rubbed his hair until it wasn't dripping anymore. It was still wet but it was dry enough. The robe you were wearing to cover your set was slightly falling off of your shoulder. Baekhyun stared at your collarbone and admired the features of your chest.
You had purchased massage oil so you could help Baekhyun relax more. You climbed onto the bed behind Baekhyun and started massaging his shoulders. He sighed and released a bunch of tension in his body. "That feels really good." You ran your hands up and down his neck and squeezed it lightly. "Move up here." He scooted more onto the bed and laid down flat. You lifted the towel he had around his waist and started massaging his thighs. He whimpered quietly when you touched his sensitive inner thighs. Your hands worked all over his body. Baekhyun made many cute noises which started to turn you on.
You got off the bed and pulled your robe off of your body. Baekhyun watched you and bit his bottom lip. "You're so pretty Y/N." He could always make you smile. "Thank you baby. You're so sweet." The towel covering his crotch moved slightly as he got harder.
"Let's take this off." You released the cause of his tent and smiled at his dick when you saw it leaking precum. Baekhyun sat up on his elbow and watched you use some oil on his cock. You started stroking it and Baekhyun inhaled sharply. "I'll do whatever you want today. Tell me Baekhyun, what do you want me to do." He thought for a second, "Can you fuck me please?" You nodded and left the end of the bed to get a strap on, "Of course I can baby."
Baekhyun started stretching himself with his fingers when you were turned around to get the toy. He moaned quietly which caught your attention, "I'm stretching myself for you." You smiled at him, "Thank you baby but it's your day, you don't have to do anything. Don't worry about me." He pouted a bit, "But it’s not only my anniversary." To that you just nodded, “But I want nothing more than to take care of my gorgeous boyfriend.” You finished putting the strap on around your waist.
He held his legs up as you came back onto the bed. You took hold of his legs and positioned yourself. "You ready?" He whined impatiently and wiggled his hips. You smiled at his cute movement and pushed in slowly. Baekhyun moaned out loudly as you slowly filled him up with your cock. You were sitting up on your knees and you pulled Baekhyun's hips up so you could angle yourself better. As soon as you picked up a steady pace Baekhyun was ready to fall apart. He's always so needy and vocal so he was quite squirmy already.
One of Baekhyun's most romantic traits came out during sex. He really loved to hold your hand or hug you, especially when he's about to cum. His moans got louder as you grinded into him. "Does it feel good?" He nodded and reached for your hands but he grabbed onto your arms instead. With his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape he squeezed your arms tighter as you hit his prostate. He gasped as you hit it a few more times. The way he was reacting encouraged you to speed up a bit. You pulled your arms away and intertwined your fingers with his. To change your position a bit you pinned his hands to the bed while you held them.
"It feels- so- good." He sounded as if his breath was taken away. "I'm getting- close." You both made eye contact and you smiled and nodded. As soon as you did Baekhyun's grip on your hands got tighter, his moans got more whiny, and his breathing was rugged. Strings of cum shot from his dick and his body tensed up. His breathing was heavy as his chest rose and fell at a fast pace. You continued to thrust into him and gradually got slower. He reached out for you once you pulled out of him. You lowered yourself and peppered kisses on his shoulders and chest before allowing him to embrace you.
He sat up shortly after and tried to get up, "Where are you going?" He got a tissue to wipe himself, "Its our anniversary, it's your turn." He smiled widely which made you smile back. He approached you again excitedly, you giggled at the way his frizzy hair bounced, "I love you silly." He leaped back onto the bed still wearing his cute smile, "Love you too, now let me return the favor."
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“I’m so close baby” you whisper between moans while Jongin shivers beneath you. He looks at you with fascination in his eyes, his mouth half open as he groans loudly. “Will you be a good boy and come inside me?”
‘i’ve been such a good boy, please,’ chanyeol begs. his shame and self control had flown at the window an hour ago. ‘please, ma’am, let me cum.’
you slide off of his cock with a wet sound and he shivers at the loss of heat. ‘let me hear you beg one last time, chanyeollie.’
‘please,’ he moans, brokenly. his eyes show that he’s too far gone. ‘please.’
two strokes is all it takes, cum splattering up his stomach and chest and he’s shaking, thanking you in between wanton moans. you keep going, milking his cock until every last drop of cum is out and he’s yelling, squirming on the bed sheets from sensitivity.
sub!Jimin, fem!dom!reader, size kink, daddy kink (reader gets called daddy), pegging, a tiny bit of degradation (you only call him a slut once or twice), Jimin sucks the strap
sub!college fuckboy!Baekhyun, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, mommy kink, VERY rough sex, and VERY fluffy aftercare. (There is no smut in part 1)
sub!Hyunjin, fem!dom!reader, crossdressing, puppy petplay, thigh riding, he eats you out, romantic ass Hyunjin
Jisung
A Midnight Snack
sub!jisung, gn!dom!reader, rimming, fingering (m recieving), if you squint there is a lil bit of degradation (like once), pet names (baby, sweetheart, puppy (does puppy count as a pet name??))
