byunbhzero4

[byunbhzero4]

suite escape | 100hyunswife

f. reader (assistant) x Byun Baekhyun

genre: smut w/fluff since Baek is a little bratty but so sweet (until the sex demon comes out)

wc: 6,398

warnings: dom!Baekhyun; piv; oral sex (f receiving); sugar daddy coded; jealous!baekhyun; mirror sex; choking; hair pulling; man handling; missionary sex; doggy/back shots; tiny breeding kink; FILLED W TENSION; mentions of cheating

synopsis: you’re on your way to a press conference with your boss byun baekhyun. a blizzard disrupts your plans and leads you two to sharing a luxury hotel suite together. baekhyun takes this chance to turn up the heat between you two as you’re stuck together in close quarters.

author’s note: my first fic ever! be gentle pls haha. feedback is very appreciated! hope you enjoy :) xx - veronica

Byun Baekhyun. Your boss is expensive and will only accept the best of the best. That applies to all areas of his life. Most notably at the moment, is his car that you’re currently riding in with him. His famous Porsche 911 Turbo S hums a sweet low purr as it is steered down the highway, taking you two to a press conference. Since it is no more than an hour and a half drive, Baekhyun insisted on driving there with you instead of other transportation options. He’ll always take the opportunity to drive himself; it’s one of his favorite things to do, it clears his mind so well. Other staff members were given Ubers with the plan for you to all meet up at the venue. He also wouldn’t mind the excuse to get to talk to you one-on-one. He’s always been curious about you, his dedicated assistant, and wants to get to know you on a more personal level.

Luckily, you and Baekhyun share the same taste in music. Classic RnB tunes play softly in the background of your drive. After a bit, Baekhyun’s voice fills the air.

“I’m really glad you agreed to ride with me for the trip down,” he confesses.

“Of course! We’re saving money this way,” you reply matter-of-factly. You are frugal to a fault, never able to understand Baekhyun’s quick willingness to spend money. “It’s nice to see you take your own steps to keeping a healthy wallet,” you add with a sassy tone. You were always like this with him - he needed it sometimes. You truly were the backbone to his success and he appreciates everything you do, and yes, including the motherly nagging that can come about. You both were a powerful work couple, but little did you know, Baekhyun wants to be more.

“So…” he starts before clearing his throat, “are you seeing anyone?”

Your head shoots up at the unexpected question. Your eyes scramble for something to focus on as you craft an answer back. Do you tell him the truth? The truth that your shitty ex-boyfriend from last summer dumped you after leaving you for the woman he had an affair with? Hmm, too personal, you think. Besides, he’s probably just asking to make sure I won’t be distracted from this job by being in a relationship.

“No,” you respond tersely.

“Oh, but Greg—” Baekhyun begins to question about said shitty ex-boyfriend.

“Greg cheated on me.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Baekhyun mutters out.

“It’s fine, trust me, you’ve got me busy enough anyway! I don’t have the time to truly think about it and get sad.”

The conversation trails off after this. Baekhyun has a sympathetic look as he stares out onto the road. You could’ve sworn he moved his right hand over towards you, as if to place it on your thigh for comfort, but it was quickly retracted. What was a bit awkward at first transforms into a comfortable silence. You take pleasure in being in the passenger seat, seeing the world pass by. Snow begins to softly fall from the sky. It’s not too bad at first, but after another half hour passes, the snow begins to really come down and pile up on the road. Baekhyun doesn’t look too phased, so you don’t question it.

As the drive continues, your mind revisits your conversation. You really haven’t thought about Greg in a while. The last time he crossed your mind, funnily enough, was when you last touched yourself. You were using a toy that you got back when you and Greg started growing distant - of course now you know why he stopped having sex with you. You haven’t been fucked in a year, and it’s really starting to become apparent to you just how horny you are.

You stare at Baekhyun’s hand gripping the steering wheel. His delicate but nicely sized fingers curve around it. You feel a bit shameful letting your mind wander like this, but you can’t help it. He looks effortlessly cool like this. It’s not like you never noticed that your boss, THE Byun Baekhyun was attractive. But you work for him, and he had you occupied indeed. Your professional relationship doesn’t stop you from having little fantasies crop up in your mind on this ride, though. So when you watch his beautiful fingers adjust their grip on the steering wheel, you can’t help but wonder how they’d look wrapped around—

“y/n.”

Your eyes snap up to find Baekhyun looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You look around to see that you two have pulled over into the shoulder and the snow flakes that fall are even bigger than what they were 30 minutes ago. The scenery is coated in white.

“I think we’ll have to call it a day from here, the snow isn’t letting up and I want to be safe,” Baekhyun says with worry. He pulls out his phone and sees that the other staff members have already arrived to the venue and are discussing things with the venue’s management. They caution that they’re thinking of cancelling the press conference for the day and moving it to tomorrow afternoon’s backup date to be safe.

“It’s probably for the best,” you tell him.

Defeated, you two pulled up to the nearest hotel you could find to get out of the hazardous weather. It turned out to be a luxurious hotel - you hate to be putting out such a pretty penny just for overnight shelter before you continue on the rest of your way in the morning, but you needed to get out of the snow.

At the valet, you open your car door to be met with the frigid air of what is fully a blizzard. Your cheeks flush. With your luggage, you both head to the lobby. Baekhyun heads to the front desk to make the reservations while you stand off in a far corner on your phone, updating the rest of the staff of your guys’ plans and whereabouts.

You approach Baekhyun after the phone call is complete, “Got the rooms?”

“Got the room.”

“Room?”

“Yes.”

“One?” you ask, stopping in your tracks.

Baekhyun continues to walk without looking back, “Oh, shouldn’t I be spending less money?”

You catch up to him and look at him dumbfounded.

“I wanted a presidential suite and you said that I need to stop spending so much money, so I got one.”

You narrow your eyes at his pettiness.

He waves off your look of distaste saying it’s fine and just one night. “You need to taste luxury for once,” he adds.

“But Baekhyun, there’s probably only one bed.”

“What? You afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?”

You’re speechless as you raise your eyebrow and follow him on the elevator up.

As you both stand in the empty elevator together, he discreetly peers over at you to observe the slight panic on your face. He feels a bit bad about the distress written on your face, but it’s erased when he thinks about how wound-up you are all the time. You deserve to be pampered and the only way he could make sure you were is if he gave it to you. He didn’t want you to humbly reject a suite all to yourself. Also, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want the excuse to be able to talk to you more.

Ding. You’ve arrived to the top floor, and surprisingly, the door opens directly to the suite itself. It expands the entire floor. Your eyes go wide as you step into the space.

Large floor to ceiling windows are dressed up with satin chocolate drapery. Large green Majesty Palm plants are placed in each corner, breathing life into the space. Leather furniture by Le Corbusier rests on the polished, beige marble floor. The recessed lighting along the ceiling is dimmed and casts a warm glow, creating a soft ambience in this luxurious interior. Your mouth is slightly ajar as you explore. You’ve never been somewhere so opulent. Baekhyun thinks the awestruck sparkle in your eye is… cute. Though you might say otherwise, he knows you like it.

You continue to walk around the suite, looking at all the sections. Soon you get to the bedroom and rest your luggage next to the large king sized bed in front of you.

All this space and still just one bedroom? Curse these designers, you think to yourself.

The bedroom is beautiful. The windows of this cornered room give such a perfect view of the cityscape and the snow that continues to come down. Though it’s a bitch to be outside in it, the snow coating the city in a thick blanket looks so majestic. The view is breathtaking.

Baekhyun joins you in standing in front of the window, but instead of his gaze being on the city, it’s fixed on you.

He gives you a soft smile, “Do you like it?”

You look over at him and bite your lip, fighting your mouth from giving too big of a smile.

“It’s okay to say yes,” he leads on.

“You really didn’t have to get all this,” you say looking down at your hands, “but, yes,” you end in a whisper.

“Well then it’s worth it,” Baekhyun replies with a satisfied look on his face. He turns away and gets started on unpacking his clothing.

You decide to check out the attached bathroom next. You flip the switch and are met with the most expansive bathroom you’ve ever seen. You get excited over the large bath and all the toiletry amenities; they even provided bubbles and bath salts! You couldn’t wait to put them to use. It’s been so long since you’ve had a truly relaxing evening with how busy your job is.

You announce to Baekhyun that you’ll be in the bathroom to take a bath and begin to run the steamy water. You pour in the bubbles and lavender bath salts. The herbal aroma fills the air; you inhale deeply, already feeling relaxed. You undress and sink into the tub, ready to melt away the stress of the day. You stay there like this, savoring the quiet, feeling the tension release from your body…

After a tranquil half-hour of soaking, you conclude your bath. You are about to rise from the water, but instinctually reach for a towel first. That’s when you realize, shit. You forgot to bring over your towel. If this were your bathroom at home, it wouldn’t have been a problem since it is small and doesn’t take much to reach over to the towel bar from the tub. However, this is very much unlike your bathroom at home. You scan the perimeter and spot the towels folded neatly on shelves by the sink. The distance is way too long for you to walk soaking wet without trailing water everywhere.

You sigh in defeat, knowing it’s best to just ask Baekhyun to hand you one, he’s not doing anything anyway. You yell to him to help hand you a towel. You hear his footsteps approach and tell him to keep his head down. You still in the water, draw your knees into your chest. You feel nervous, being naked in front of your boss.

Baekhyun hands it to you without looking up and just before he was about to quickly slip out, you request him to leave the door cracked to let out some of the steam that has accumulated. He obliges and returns to sitting on the bed to continue unpacking his things. As he takes out a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase, his eyes catch a titillating sight.

The door is cracked open no more than two inches, but it is enough for him to see a glimpse of your body as you rise from the tub fully naked through the mirror that reflects it in front of him. He sees your body glisten under the bright, fluorescent bathroom lighting as you proceed to wrap yourself in the towel he just handed to you. The towel he just touched. The towel that is now touching your soft, bare curves.

Baekhyun shuts his eyes, and squeezes them. Her coming back to see you with a boner would NOT be ideal, he thinks to himself. He takes a deep breath, stopping himself from getting too worked up.

You locate your pajamas. You only brought two options with you: a sheer slip dress and a big t shirt. That big t-shirt being an old EXO t-shirt with your bias’ name on the back: Suho. You were not prepared for this freak scenario that you’re in. You weren’t expecting to be seen by someone at night. Your mortified and face palm inwardly at your last minute wardrobe choices. You sigh as you pull the big t-shirt over your head, it will have to do. You just hope that he won’t tease you about it. When you joined the company, you let Baekhyun know you were aware of EXO’s legacy but he had no idea that you were an actual fan.

This is gonna be interesting…

You step out of the bathroom and hurriedly jump into the bed and pull the duvet up to your neck.

“Ok?” Baekhyun looks at you quizzically, “I’m going to go wash up now.” He leaves to the bathroom with his pajamas and toiletries.

You let out a big sigh, happy that you didn’t get caught in this embarrassing shirt. You scooch over a bit more to the left, making sure you’re as far on your side of the bed as possible without falling off. You detest the current arrangements but the displeasure doesn’t stay on your mind for too long. It’s been a long day, and as you hear the water from Baekhyun’s shower, it acts as white noise, lulling you to sleep. You feel drowsy and your eyelids slowly close, fully consumed by the toll of your day.

Once Baekhyun steps out of the bathroom and spots your sleeping figure, the desire to sleep hit him as well. He gets into bed and frowns at the amount of distance between you two. Hopefully with time you’ll open up to him. He knew this one night wouldn’t have been enough. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep to take him… but it’s no use. Unfortunately, his mind is too awake. Images of your naked body are branded in his vision. When he closes his eyes, your form is all he sees and he can’t stop thinking about what it’d feel like to touch you. He struggles to clear his mind. You’re right next to him. So close, yet so far away. How long will he have to wait for you to be his?

The next morning, you wake up entangled in each other’s bodies. Your leg is hiked up against Baekhyun as your head rests on his chest. His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close. You freeze. How the fuck did we get like this? Thank god you’re up before him; you quickly scurry out of his grasp gently without waking him up. After separating yourself, you admit that you miss the warmth of that position.

You check your phone to make sure you didn’t over sleep and have enough time to make it for the rescheduled date of the conference that was made for this afternoon. The time is 7:48am - not bad at all considering you didn’t set an alarm. Your eyes continue down the remainder of your lock screen. Soon, you see a slurry of texts from the rest of the staff alerting you that the conference has been called off completely. The venue, and the rest of the businesses in the area, will be closed until further notice until the blizzard subsides. Your eyes widen with shock - you had no idea it’d be this bad. You open up the weather app and sure enough, there is a warning for extreme winter conditions. You slide through the hourly forecast and see that this blizzard is not letting up anytime soon, great. You turn over in bed and look out the window to observe the street below; there are absolutely no cars out, the roads are closed, and the snow is still coming down heavy. Looks like you’ll be staying in this suite until everything clears. You sigh as you turn around, getting ready to share the bad news to Baekhyun.

You’re about to tap his shoulder, but you pause. You take the chance to really look at him: his cute nose, plump cheeks, and perfectly shaped pink lips. This man really is pretty. Little did you know, Baekhyun is awake. He feels your eyes on him too and it’s hard for him to contain his smirk.

He looks so peaceful when he rests, but you have to update him. You poke his shoulder and softly whisper his name. He moves a little bit but still acts like he’s asleep, wanting to hear his name coming from your mouth again. It just sounds so good when you say it.

“Baekhyun,” you whisper a little louder. He finally opens his eyes. Happy to meet yours, he smiles sweetly.

“Good morning, y/n.”

God, his raw morning voice was not something you were prepared for. You almost bite your lip. You try not to show it on your face how affected you are, but nonetheless, he notices. That infamous smirk creeps up onto his face. You blush and your mind becomes empty.

You see him sit up and turn over, sinking his left hand into the mattress to support his weight, and shifting to be above you. He adds his right hand down onto the bed, holding himself squarely on top of you. As he hovers over you, he looks down into your eyes. Your gazes lock on each other. Your heart stops as you look up at him. Frozen with shock. Frozen with wonder and want. But following his actions, you see him reach over to grab the temperature control remote that was resting on your nightstand.

“It’s a little too warm,” he says so casually, still above you. You feel his breath slightly grace your forehead. He presses the button to turn the heat off before swiftly returning to sit up on his side of the bed.

You let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You blink a couple of times to regain your composure and clear your throat.

“So it looks like the conference has been called off because of the weather,” you gesture to the window, “…the blizzard is bigger than we initially thought.” You catch him up on the staff’s messages and bleak weather forecast.

Baekhyun is a little upset at the delay in his scheduling of things, but he doesn’t stay disappointed for too long. More time with you, he thinks.

You get up from bed and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You walk languidly, completely forgetting about what you wore to bed.

Baekhyun’s eyes narrow at the name on the back of your shirt. Suho? She likes Suho? Huh. He feels a tinge of jealousy. Here you are working for him and you decide to bring the t-shirt of a different group member. And wear it right in front of him. Baekhyun waits for you to return to playfully confront you.

“Hmmm, so your type is a dandy, preppy, book smart guy, huh?”

“Baekhyun, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say in confusion.

“Well, I don’t know,” he starts while walking towards you slowly, teasingly. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and guides you in front of the large mirror. Your back faces it, your face still to him. And he is impossibly close. He smirks before slightly leaning down and whispering into your ear, “You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you?”

You look back into the mirror, only to be met face-to-face with what you attempted to hide so carefully the night prior. You immediately shut your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up, partially due to your clothing revelation and partially due to just how close you both are to each other.

Baekhyun slides his hands down your arms before completely removing them from you and crosses his arms. He cocks up an eyebrow, enjoying how small you look in front of him — literally and figuratively. Your shyness is palpable and the oversized shirt you were drowning in made you look fragile as he peers down at you. Like someone he wants to protect. Someone he wants to care for.

Before you could defend yourself, Baekhyun projects, “That’s why you were making googly eyes at him when you met the group after the EXO fan meeting we had!”

“I was not!” You countered, embarrassed at the possible truth of his statement. “Why would you even notice something like that? Stop making things up to embarrass me.”

The truth is, Baekhyun notices everything you do. Your quirks and all. How you twirl your pencil while you think, how you stick out your tongue when concentrating, and especially how you bit your lips while looking at Suho while greeting the rest of his members backstage at the fan meeting last year.

With a soft smile, Baekhyun hands you one of his spare button ups. “Well I can’t stand to see you in it any longer. Take this.”

“Does it really bother you that much? Is your ego that big? You don’t have to be everyone’s favorite you know!” You give a snarky reply. Of course, you’re still going to change out of it, though. You didn’t mean to ever be seen in it. With hesitation you accept the the shirt and bring it with you to the bathroom.

You slide your t-shirt off and replace it with Baekhyun’s fresh smelling white button up. As you slide each arm through, Baekhyun’s words ring in your head. You really know how to make a guy jealous, don’t you? Did he really mean that he’s jealous of the fact that your bias in the group wasn’t him? And if so, he’s just joking right? Your cheeks are still warm. You place your two hands onto your face to calm them. Feeling his closeness, his hands on your shoulders and how he slid them down your arms as he let go, and the soft tickle of his breath against the skin of your neck when he whispered to you, it refrains in your mind.

You look into the mirror at yourself in his clothes. You don’t know exactly what it is you feel, but you don’t hate it. It’s actually… comforting. This shirt is just as big as your t-shirt, so it’s oversized and comfy. It’s better than the sheer nightie that’s in your suitcase — no way that’s coming out. You’re stuck here for who knows how much longer, at least you have a new third option.

You step out the bathroom and walk towards the main living space to see Baekhyun on the phone.

“Yes, the breakfast platter for two please.”

He talks to the concierge, sitting on the brown leather sofa. His legs are spread wide and he leans back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling as he speaks. He looks delectable. You stand at the entrance of the room and continue to observe him. You see him hold the menu in one hand and the phone in the other as he carefully skims the beverage options.

“One matcha latte with almond milk and one iced americano,” he requests.

He remembered your favorite cafe order: you’re precious matcha latte. You’re shocked at this since, as his assistant, you’re usually the one to order your food at any given moment, so there’s no reason for him to archive that detail about you in his mind. After hanging up the phone, Baekhyun leans to place the menu on the coffee table. In that motion, he catches your figure standing by the entrance way. He sucks in a sharp pull of air. He stares back, wordlessly. He himself wasn’t prepared to see you in his clothing. It did something to him he wasn’t ready for. Warmth gathers in his chest. He looks you up and down as you make your way over to him. The shirt’s hem stops at such a delicious height on your thigh, tempting even. Any higher and he would have a hard time being discreet with his gaze.

“Thanks for breakfast, Baek,” you say smiling. Baekhyun could have died. You, standing in front of him in just his shirt, and calling him a new nickname? For the first time that trip, you had Baekhyun blushing.

Not too soon after, the food arrives and you two pleasantly share the meal together. At the end of your main meal, you indulge in the included sweet morning treat: churros and chocolate. It’s no secret that you love sweets - Baekhyun gifts you a set of chocolates every year for your birthday. You pick up the thick, cinnamon and sugar covered fried stick of dough and dip it into the accompanied pot of liquified chocolate. With anticipation of the flavor and little else in your mind, you lift it up to your lips and take a bite. You close your eyes as you savor the decadent dessert. You’re sure your lips have curved up into a smile as you chew.

Sitting across from you, Baekhyun finds your deep enjoyment of sweets adorable, as well as the chocolate sauce that is left on the corner of your mouth. He reaches over the table to swipe it away with his thumb. He wishes he could have licked it off. The unexpected contact causes you to open your eyes just after swallowing.

“You had something there,” he says wiping his thumb off with a napkin.

You feel your cheeks heat up. Gosh, why does he keep making your heart flutter, it’s as if he’s doing it on purpose at this point. He gives you a smile as he raises from his chair.

“Here,” he scoots his set of churros towards you, “have mine too.”

He affectionately ruffles your hair with his hand and leaves to sit at the desk in the bedroom. You watch him leave, he has such a confident stride when he walks. It’s sexy. You return your gaze to the churros and aren’t shy about finishing them. You eat your way to the last remaining churro. After dipping it, you bring it over to yourself slowly… too slowly. The chocolate sauce that coated the end drips directly onto Baekhyun’s clean white button up. Shit, shit, shit. You shoot up and scurry to the bathroom, passing Baekhyun on your way. Baekhyun turns his head in concern when he sees you run into the bathroom. You immediately take the shirt off and run it under the water of the fully blasting faucet. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you ruined a perfectly good shirt that he kindly lent to you. Drowned out by the sound of the running water and the swarm of thoughts in your mind, Baekhyun goes unnoticed as he steps in the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. In the middle of your desperate attempts to scrub the stain out of his shirt, you suddenly feel yourself encased. Baekhyun’s hands are on each of your sides. You look up into the large mirror in front of you and see Baekhyun right behind you as you stand there topless in just a pair of panties. You could have screamed but you caught yourself. You’re frozen with shock. You thought it’d be bad just if he saw that you stained his shirt, but this is so, so much worse. Or so you tell yourself.

“You know, I came in here out of concern,” he starts, “you ran right past me without saying anything and you didn’t even close the door, I had to do it for you.”

“Baekhyun, get out!” You protest as you miserably try to cover yourself.

But he doesn’t move, he stays pressed up against you, forcing you to stay facing the sink. Trapped for him to control.

“Finish what you’re doing.”

Through the mirror, your eyes shoot daggers at him, but he wouldn’t know how it’d feel to get directly hit by them. He’s been peering down at you from the side this whole time. He watches your pride crumble in front of him, because of him, directly with his own eyes.

He continues, “This is my shirt, that I own,” he pauses, “I deserve to oversee it with all the damage that you’ve done.”

It wasn’t the shirt that he wanted to oversee, it was you.

You’re in disbelief but guilty. In a desperate attempt to make this moment pass as soon as possible, you continue to tend to the shirt, though your tries at truly getting what is left of the stain out are futile. After a minute of rubbing and rinsing as best you can, you turn off the faucet in defeat.

“Please,” you let out in a whisper, “I’m so embarrassed right now, you have no idea. This is the most I can do, I’m sorry,” you say with your head down, not able to meet his eyes in the mirror.

He stays silent. Your mind races. You’re afraid that he’s upset. In this moment of stillness, you feel uneven pressure against your ass. Something hard pokes you from between you two. You look up and see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He’s aroused. It’s so obvious and you’re so gone. Byun Baekhyun, your hot as fuck boss, is pressed up against you in the bathroom of the suite that he paid for for you two, with a boner that he can barely contain.

Your eyes travel from his delicate hands resting in the edge of the counter, to his wrist decorated in a platinum Rolex watch, then up his arm. Slowly, you turn around to fully face him. Your eyes are level with his broad chest. It’s contained by a plain black tee and decorated with his beloved gold Chrome Hearts cross necklace. Eventually you meet his face. Your eyes lock.

His eyes flicker to your lips for a moment.

“Can I be honest?” He asks.

You nod in earnest, hanging on to his every word.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

You wait for him to continue. He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gives you a sweet but firm kiss on the lips. This one peck turns into two, then three. Each lasting longer than the last, until you both are fully exploring each other’s mouths. You decide to get flirty: in the middle of your kiss, you pull away to lick his bottom lip. This elicits a deep groan from him. You gently bite his bottom lip while pulling away; it snaps back into place. Baekhyun presses his forehead to yours after that amazing kiss.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says breathless. The lack of contact doesn’t last long, though. Now that you’re facing him unlike earlier, he takes the opportunity to unashamedly get a good look at your body. He bites his lip as he fully takes in the sight of you. After a good up and down, his eyes stay tethered to your breasts. He cups them in his big hands before swirling his thumbs around your nipples. You moan softly and throw your arms around his shoulders. He bends and latches his lips to your neck. He leaves open mouthed kisses on this long stretch of skin, all for him to mark. He notes one special area that makes you throw your head back.

“Please, Baek,” you pant out.

“Please what?”

“I-I need you.”

“Where?” he asks, the roughness in his voice palpable. You grab his hand and put it right over your mound that is covered only by your panties. His eyes flash a darker shade of brown.

Baekhyun sinks down your body, his hands take a quick tour, running along your torso, swiping your breasts, your stomach, and down your legs as his knees get closer to the floor. He swiftly meets the cool, hard tile. He braces himself by holding onto your hips.

“Spread your legs, I want to taste you.” He commands and you obey.

His teeth meet the top of your panties; he bites the fabric and drags them down — they drop to your ankles.

He looks hungry. He gives your pussy a kiss.

“So so pretty.”

He finally gets a taste. Your fingers grip his hair in pleasure as he uses the thick, well-trained muscle to swirl around your swollen bud. With no more delay, he dips his tongue between your folds, eating you out with passion.

“Ah, Baek,” you whine languidly. Baekhyun smirks against you, still loving your new name for him. He fucks you with his tongue, getting more impatient by the second.

Suddenly, Baekhyun stands tall again, you see the big tent in the front of his pants. He looks, and is, uncomfortably hard. You can’t help but stare. He notices and brings your hand to touch his bulge atop the thin fabric of his cotton pajama pants.

“See what you do to me baby?”

Your mouth is agape. He really wants you and there’s no denying it now. In a drunken daze, ready to be filled, you pull down the waistband of his pants and underwear. You see it spring out, thick, hard, and angrily leaking with pre cum. You run a finger along the shaft. You see him shut his eyes and he makes a fist out of frustration. You smile, successfully teasing him. You give in and grip his cock with your hand entirely, giving it a couple of strokes up and down. Baekhyun reattaches his lips to yours as you get him impossibly hard.

He says, with little restraint left, “I need to fuck you. Now.”

He regains control and grabs your waist to lift you up onto the bathroom counter. You keep your legs spread wide for him to fit himself in between. He pumps himself one more time before lining his cock up with your entrance. His eyes flick up to yours before he takes the plunge; he wants to be sure you feel the same desire, the same ache, the same burning need. You give him a nod with needy eyes.

He watches your face closely as he sinks into you. He pushes in slowly. He could get off solely from seeing your face contort from pleasure. You both groan at this new depth of contact, of intimacy, and most notably, of pleasure. Baekhyun wants to shut his eyes and focus on how tight and wet you are around his length, but he doesn’t. He keeps his eyes open. He doesn’t want to miss a single movement from you. He wants to catch ever squirm, every wriggle, every sigh and lip bite. He wants to see all the evidence of his effect on you.

He thrusts into you go deeper and deeper as you beg him to go harder. Heavy breaths and terse grunts leave his lips. Meanwhile, you can’t control yourself. Your eyes roll back and your hands smooth over his broad shoulders and back, feeling his muscles tense with every movement he makes.

“I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re stuffed with my cock,” He breathes out.

Before you can react, you’re lifted off the counter and he promptly turns you around — returning you to your original position that started all this. His hand snakes around from behind and grips your neck. Your back arches. You’re forced to look up and at yourself in the mirror. He gives it a slight squeeze, restricting your airflow. Your eyes roll back at the dizzying sensation. You can focus on nothing but the pleasure that is welling up inside of you. Your mind and body is filled with him.

“Look at how you fall apart for me,” he whispers into your ear before once again attaching his mouth to your neck, nibbling that special spot of yours. You’re his and he wants you to remember that beyond the hotel stay. Not your shitty ex-boyfriend’s, not Suho’s, his.

You let out a cry at the love bite, too fucked out to care how loud you are. He switches his grip from your neck to now being wrapped around your hair, pulling your head back. You’re completely exposed, tits bouncing with the impact from him slamming into you. You can’t control your moans as he pummels inside of you; thrust after thrust you feel that band within your stomach tightening, getting closer and closer to snapping.

“Fuck, Baek please! I’m so close,” you whine out.

Your pussy grips his cock, ready to milk him for everything he has.

“Yeah, you want to cum? You want to cum all over my pretty cock don’t you?”

You nod your head in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chant.

Baekhyun’s grip on your waist tightens and his eyebrows furrow. He looks down, mesmerized at his cock disappearing inside of you.

“Fucking cum for me,” he grunts out roughly.

You feel your body tremble as your release takes over. Your vision goes white; your body explodes under his grasp. Soon after, you feel Baekhyun grip your waist the hardest he ever has.

“You’re gonna take every drop,” he forces out through gritted teeth. He stills in you and throws his head back with a growl. His thick cock pulses inside of you as it shoots his pent up load. Thick ropes of his hot white cum paint your walls.

If his hand wasn’t on your waist to hold you up, you would have collapsed from your unstable legs. You close your eyes, still recovering from the intense orgasm. Your body is spent. He slowly pulls out of you; you feel the mix of your secretions seep out your cunt.

Your body feels heavy in this moment, but with the kiss that Baekhyun lands on your shoulder, your heart flutters and feels light.

[byunbhzero4]

ROOMIE | Byun Baekhyun x Fem Reader

“So.. does this mean you’ll stay?”

warning: this oneshot contains cursing, hair pulling, body marking, name calling (minx, slut etc.), choking, masturbating (m) , cum eating, & unprotected sex, forward!reader x kinda nervous (but not really) baekhyun. Includes 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors. Low-key a slow burn.

tags: @exoscosmiclattel1485 @kyoongboxi @byuntrash101 @kkaebsongwrld

an; this is my 2nd oneshot i’ve ever written so it’s the furthest thing from perfect- but with time i hope i’ll get better, remember to wrap it before you tap it ya’ll. Enjoy! P.s this was meant to come out in 2023 I’m so sorry to those who waited for this 😭💕 still practicing my writing so please excuse any inadequacy.

word count: 3k

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“I can’t believe you’re moving out.. after four painful years-“ he exaggerated, making you roll your eyes. He watched you throw clothes into various boxes as he leaned on your door frame- to be quite honest you couldn’t believe it either, you never saw yourself leaving this place but here you are, packing every memory & moment you had here in cardboard boxes.

“Four years and you haven’t fucked me yet,” taking a moment to look up from the pile of clothes you decided to go through just to shoot him a tight smile at his stunned face.

“You need to stop that-“ “Stop what?”

“I don’t want to fuck you-“ “Sure you do, everybody does,” well maybe not everybody, but you sure did want to experience with him even if it was just one time- you waited & hinted for months that you had such an attraction to him but he was oblivious as ever, making you quit trying on being subtle all together- being blunt was probably the only way that was going to make your lewd dream come true.

“Well,” you stood, kicking the puddle of clothes away from your feet for a little more space to through more clothes- “I’m out of here by tomorrow morning, you have till then- consider my open door an invitation for whenever you decided to grow a pair.”

Baekhyun said nothing, lingering by the door for a few more seconds before letting out a low scoff as he turned to make his way back to his room; leaving you to pack on your own- not that he was much help in the first place.

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Baekhyun made sure to lock his door quietly so you wouldn’t get suspicious- you had quite the hearing, he didn’t want you sniffing around to see what he was up to behind the locked door.

Leaning against the wooden door for extra support, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in whilst sliding himself down into the floor- hands reaching to undo his jeans, realising the building pressure underneath. Baekhyun might’ve not put a hand on you for the four years you’ve lived together but that didn’t mean he wasn’t immune to your sexual passes, he was still a man.

The way you looked with tight articles of clothing hugging at your body, convinced it was probably cutting off your blood circulation- walking around your shared apartment in nothing but a shirt and underwear, it drove him insane, he’d mastered his unbothered face whenever he’d see you indecent- it’s not like you gave him much of a choice anyway.

He let his hand slip into his boxers, quietly trying to gain some relief for his aching organ.

You’d given him all the consent a man could get- he doesn’t know why he hasn’t made a move yet; maybe because he was unsure of his own intentions, that’s what he convinced himself. Would it just be sex? would they have to build their relationship up to something more other than roomies? too many questions, not enough answers.

“That little minx..” his voice barely audible, sweat slowly starting to form at his temples and chest. His movements were slow, controlled, even though he didn’t want to be- wanting to relish in his primary desire that was you.

Ignoring the urge to go to you in this heated moment he shared with himself, he continued to stroke his shaft, chasing a release he knew wouldn’t be as satisfying if you weren’t there. His room quickly became humid, the increase of his body heat almost making him aggressive- picking up the pace of his hand, as his other placed itself on the floor for extra stability, he closed his eyes in shame as he welcome his blissful release- ropes of hot cum landing on his abdomen and stomach.

He let his head rest on the door, hair slightly sticking to his forehead, hand still placed on his shaft- your sexual frustration was nothing compared to his. This is what happens every time you pass by him, nudge him with your butt on “accident” whenever you’re both in the kitchen, or said anything slightly suggestive- this is how it always ended up, his hand around himself and you minding your business elsewhere, nowhere near to please him.

But this time you were.

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Afternoon quickly turned into evening, the cool air of the night filling your apartment- carefully bringing down your increased temperature by the summer sun.

Baekhyun was yet to come out from his room, he hadn’t come out to have dinner with you which was a total bummer, he had probably had enough of you and your sexual remarks- you decided to linger around the communal areas of your apartment for a little longer, the building heat in between your thighs undeniable from anticipation for what was to possibly come.

However, he was still yet to come out- the apartment suddenly felt colder than it should be, delivering an empty feeling with arising goosebumps on your skin. Kicking your feet off your shared couch you stomped your way back to your room, slamming your door so he’d get the point- you didn’t even know if he was awake, asleep, or dead- he never made any noise.

It was always you, making you wonder if he truly didn’t want to meddle with a person as yourself, was he disgusted by you? was it the things you’ve said before? was it because you’d touch yourself behind a closed door but stayed loud enough for him to hear- what if he really just thought you were nothing but a whore-

Too many thoughts at once- you held your head in your hands, shaking it, as if to discard any of the negative thoughts that could have a sliver of truth to them.

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It was well late into the night when Baekhyun found himself stood in front of your closed door, fist mid air, contemplating whether or not to knock or to just let himself in- remembering what you had said about an open door being an invitation, well- it wasn’t open anymore, clearly.

Did you not want him anymore?

His hand unintentionally knocked into your door, gaining your attention from the other side, making him internally curse himself- you had been tossing & turning for about an hour- you couldn’t sleep before the need & want between your thighs was satiated. The sudden noise snapping you out of a lewd thought- you stayed quiet, waiting for another noise to emit from the other side of your door- nothing could be heard- could you have imagined it? slowly you swung a nude leg off the bed, wanting to get up and see what caused the abrupt sound, but before you could push yourself off, there it was- as clear as the night sky; the sound of a soft knock coming from no other than Baekhyun.

“Can I come in?” his voice was quiet, half wishing you didn’t hear him- “Yeah..” quickly you brushed through your hair with your fingers, throwing your duvet over your body to cover up, as if you hadn’t been on display waiting for him for the past couple of hours.

You felt yourself growing more nervous as each second passed by, the soft click of your door opening making your heart race- sure, you’ve been asking for it all along but that didn’t make the feeling any less intense. His head peaked through the door before he allowed himself to fully enter, apparent he’d taken a shower not too long ago as his hair was still dripping onto your bedroom floor; you didn’t mind though, he looked hot- in his black hoodie & matching sweatpants, the urge to tell him to keep them on while you did him strong enough to make you throw yourself at him- still, you remained where you were as he still lingered by your now shut door.

Staring at each other for a little while longer, the tension only growing heavier in between the two of you, he finally decided to speak up, “I was wondering-“ he started off still quiet- “Wondering what?” “If your invitation still stood,”

Finally.

No words made it’s way out of your mouth to give him an answer, you couldn’t even try to form a simple yes without internally stuttering, so you just pat the empty space next to you. His strides were slow, excruciatingly- any slower and you’d probably (most definitely) lose your temper. He sat down next to you, turning his body so that he was fully facing you, leaning on his arm for support, his eyes travelling to your almost bare chest- “Are you not wearing anything?” he enquired, but he already knew the answer to that.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” throwing the blanket off the rest of your body before getting up on your knees to crawl over him.

The dim lighting of your room plus his dark attire made it hard to distinguish his hardening length confined underneath- you let yourself play with the hem of his hoodie, fingers ghosting over the skin underneath; you wanted- needed, to savour and memorise each crevice and detail of what you were going to share together, you couldn’t say for sure that this was would ever happen again.

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Baekhyun didn’t know what to do with himself, where to put his hands, what to say or how to look at you, yes, he’d been longing and imagining to finally have you like this, under a spell he’d cast- but it as of now it seems like it’s the other way around.

The cold touch of your fingertips finally encouraged some movement from him- adjusting himself to be comfortably underneath you however, still lost in lewd thought and not much of lewd action. “I don’t know what to do,” he suddenly blurted- making you halt your movements above him, it was an odd confession that would normally result in an awkward atmosphere but it did nothing but turn you on further, satiating the heat by sitting yourself on top of him- the feeling of his blood rushed organ making you sigh in satisfaction.

Intertwining your hands with his, you offered a smile, behind it a more suggestive inquiry rather than innocent- “Well..” you started off, pretending to be in thought whilst your rolled your hips against his, allowing him to close his eyes and relish in the sensation you were delivering that his own hand couldn’t.

“I like having my hair pulled,” you started the list off, hands still linked and hips still rolling- you wanted him to be inside you already but still you continued to tease him & yourself. “Hickeys, I want a lot of hickeys’- what else..” pretending to ponder again, smiling down at his blissed out face- “Go a little further up the bed,” lifting yourself off of him, a soft gasp leaving his lips from the loss of connection.

Whilst pulling himself further up the bed he bent his leg, and given your perfect timing position his knee had made firm contact with your throbbing heat, audibly gasping at the feeling, your torso collapsing onto his chest- for a minute you’d forgotten how needy you were, the sudden connection yanking you out of teasing daze.

Your hands were quick to pull him out of his hoodie, his toned torso was a sight for sore eyes- finally allowing yourself to indulge in him the way you wanted to; leaving hot kisses along his midriff all the way up to his lips- slowing yourself down, you allowed the both of you to savour the feeling of finally connecting. It was slow, heated, passionate and with the gentle touch of his hands on your lower back you’d even say loving.

“I like being choked too,” you whispered; pulling away from him only for him to bring you back down, turning the both of you over, now that he knew what you liked, he had gotten a sense of what he’s going to do with you.

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It was just like how you imagined him to be- he was the perfect fit, not too big or too small; he was perfect, the stretch erasing any coherent thoughts from your mind. Hands prying you open like a book so that you couldn’t move, he’d finally got you to himself and wasn’t going to let the chance slip, the tip of his fingers driving into your flesh offered a sweet sting, a sensation that made the experience all the more exciting.

His thrusts were harsh and slow, punishing- with every hilt sending a shiver down your spine,

“Look at you..” your eyes met his in a dazed expression, seeing the menacing look he had in his eyes, he was a completely different person. “We’ve barely even started and you’re already a mess-“ his statement encouraged you to look down to where you both connected, given the lighting in your room wasn’t the best but you could still see the glimmer of your fluids smothered all over the inner of your thighs and his abdomen, the sight turning you on even more- the clench on his shaft tightening; pulling a sharp inhale from him.

“Slut.”

You couldn’t object- nor saying anything for that matter, except accept the label, offering him a tired yet seductive smile, inviting him in for more.

Brushing the damp hair away from his eyes as he pulled himself out of you, drawing a quiet whine from yourself from the loss of connection. Hands firmly planted on your waist, a look of urgency being caught in his eyes before flipping you over onto your stomach- hands still holding your waist in place as he lifted off the bed, the crescent arch of your back almost painful.

He starts to tease you, dragging the tip of his shaft along your folds in attempt to hear you beg for it, incoherent whines from in between the pillows and the push back being enough to convince him to push himself in, all at once, with prior no warning, a full hilt, making you lose any strength to keep yourself up, body threatening to drop completely before Baekhyun brought you back up with a stern hold on your hair.

His thrusts unmerciful, with each push, a deep burial, you could feel the hot electric buildup threatening to spill out of you any second, the way his tip knocked on your cervix over and over drove you over the edge of sanity, nothing but sinful profanities falling from your lips and his name. You were close, and he was to.

Baekhyun dragged his hands further up your torso, trying to embed every curve, every detail, every flawless flaw- all of it- he had to have it committed to memory.

His hands pulled you upright so you pressed against his chest, moving your hair to the slide he started to suck at your sweet dampened skin, making sure to decorate you with red and purple hues before turning your face to face him, so he could plant a warm kiss on your lips, one that would stay with you.

Tears started to spill out of your eyes, unable to hold it in anymore you jolted forwards back onto the bed, head buried in your pillows as you came all of over Baekhyuns’ cock, the hot white liquid dripping down your shaky legs and transferring onto him who continued to plough through despite your completely unraveled state.

He just kept drilling himself into you, not ready for it to end, but when his hips gave out that first stutter he knew he’d be done sooner or later.

Pulling out of you, he pulled you up onto your knees, grabbing a handful of your hair before guiding you towards him to finish him off which you did happily. Eyes staring up at him with meaning, as if it were always meant to be like this- his climax pulled him out of his train of thought, instinctively trying to pull away as to not release himself all over you which was an unsuccessful attempt at chivalry, the hold you had on him making it hard for him to go away other than right on your face. The sight painting a shit eating grin on his face.

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���Boy that was better than I thought,” Baekhyun beamed as he threw himself down next to you. All you could do was hum in agreement, too wrecked to form any actual words.

Turning your head to eye the boy, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of pain in your chest knowing that you had wasted all of this time being with other men when he was clearly the one you wanted all along. You saw the gaze in his eyes soften as he stared back at you- as if to read your mind.

He said nothing, just held your hand and pulled you closer to him under the duvet- a silent encouragement to get some sleep.

A few minutes of complete silence had gone by before he spoke up again, “So.. does this mean you’ll stay?”

“Do you want me to stay-“ “I don’t ever want you to leave or think of leaving again,”

You gave it some thought- if you were going to stick around this time you would have to do things differently, no more wasting time with other guys, no more holding back and letting time you could spend with Baekhyun get lost with other people. You saw no cons to staying, he’s sweet, thoughtful, kind- and not to mention an absolute sex god- how could you possibly say no?

“You got it,” a soft smile painted your face as you turned around to give him a quick peck, “So.. will you be my girlfriend?”

Your smile quickly turning into a humoured scowl-

“You seriously had to fuck me first before asking?” A scoff emitting from your lips as you waited for some sort of logical response-

“Yes.”

“Then yes,”

[byunbhzero4]

this is a crazy, crazy pic.

headcanon fuel.

imagine giving baekhyun a handjob under the water in a hot tub…

obvious headcanon naughtiness under the cut (quick, self-indulgent smut written in my uber home from work)

you innocently enjoy the relaxing time with him in this warm body of water.

this hotel staycation was exactly what you needed to step away from your job and just rejuvenate for the week (if you can’t tell already, the author has a thing for hotels and hotel sex).

you’re in a cute white triangle bikini while he is shirtless, in just his swim trunks.

you saw him eye you when you were first getting into the pool. he really loves white on you, especially in the summer; it makes your skin pop. besides, the triangle cups were doing enough but not too good of a job keeping your breasts covered.

to him, the more side boob, the better.

after you two get situated in the water, he leisurely lays his head back and closes his eyes, enjoying the release of tension in his muscles from the warm water.

there is, however, one muscle of his that you’d like to engage.

while his eyes are still closed, you reach over to him from across the hot tub, getting onto your knees right in front of him, before finally making an advance at his crotch.

you rub over his crotch with your palm. of course, it immediately makes his head jolt up as he looks at you in wonder.

"shhh," you tell him. “just relax.”

after a bit more rubbing over the fabric, he helps you pull down the waistband of his trunks.

you give him a good few strokes and soon his head returns to the previous position, resting back against the ledge of the pool. but this time, it’s thrown back in pleasure.

you jerk him off under the water

as you do this , you slightly lean forward, making sure your tits are right in his face

he stares at them shamelessly. he reaches up to grab and knead them in his hands

with pleasure, he lets out soft groans, not wanting to be too loud in this semi-public environment. there are bushes for privacy, but you two still had to be sneaky about it.

approaching his climax, he's makes a naughty move: he swiftly pulls on the string of your bikini at the back of you. your tits bounce out from below the fabric.

yes, fun fact, tit drops are one of baekhyun's favorite things.

he stares at them and you come up a bit so that a nipple can land into his mouth.

it doesn't take much longer for him to get close.

to keep from making a mess in the water, you hold your breath and go under the water to cap the tip of his cock with your mouth, taking in his seed.

you rise from above the water, breathing heavily as air re-enters your lungs.

he's in absolute awe and doesn't wait to return the favor.

he fishes you out of the water with your body in his arms, carrying you back into the hotel room.

thank you to the k-eri that posted that photo on twitter, omg.

[byunbhzero4]

i luv your girl [pt. 2]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ pt. 1

⠀⠀PART OF ME FEELS SO BAD BUT

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OOOOOHHH, NOT THAT BAD!!!!!!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ disclaimer!!!!! ꒱ ˎˊ˗ btw this series is written from the pov of a deeply unstable, morally bankrupt character lmaoooo so it’s essential to clarify that this behavior is NOT romanticized or condoned!!!! it's literally meant to be disturbing, toxic, and consuming 🥹

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+ content / mdni ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 2.6k+ words. yandere!baekhyun x f!reader. bestfriend's gf scenario. unreliable narrator. explicit language. smut. voyeurism. masturb*tion. obsessive behavior/fixation. unhealthy parasocial dynamics. toxic posessiveness. mentions of c*mplay. breeding kink.

it starts with a sock.

a stupid fucking sock clinging to the inside of the dryer drum, just out of reach. and you — sweet, stupid little thing — climbing halfway inside like the main character of some cheap porno.

shorts so unbelievably fucking tiny they might as well be denim underwear. tank top clinging like a second skin, hem riding up until a sliver of your soft belly is exposed, just begging to be kissed, bitten, bruised.

you’re babbling about something. something stupid and innocent — laundry detergent maybe, or how you think one of the neighbors downstairs is responsible for your missing amazon packages — but baekhyun’s brain doesn’t register a single fucking word.

he’s not listening. he can’t listen.

because all he sees is the curve of your ass sticking out, the vulnerable line of your spine arching prettily, the way your thighs tremble just slightly as you struggle to reach deeper—

he’s gonna throw up. or pass out. or fuck you stupid against the rattling metal of the dryer while you cry out his name.

a broken sound claws up his throat. he stumbles back, mutters some excuse — “forgot somethin',” he croaks, voice cracking like a boy catching his first glimpse of porn — and flees.

he slams the door to his bedroom behind him. leans back against it like that alone could hold back the tidal wave surging inside him.

his pants are shoved down in a frenzy, boxers tangled around his knees. he fists his cock with a desperate, shuddering groan, hips already twitching into his own hand like an animal in heat.

he imagines you just like that — trapped, vulnerable, so fucking sweet — stuck halfway inside the dryer while he crowds in behind you. presses you down. splits you open on his cock until the only thing you can think about is him.

not jongin. not anyone else. only him.

his forehead knocks against the door with a dull thud as he jerks himself faster, spit-slick and frantic, chasing the fantasy spiraling out of control in his mind.

he’d grab your hips and slam into you so fucking hard the dryer would rattle on its bolts, the whole apartment shaking with every brutal, claiming thrust.

you’d cry for him. whimper for him. beg for him.

and he wouldn’t stop. not even when you sobbed that it was too much, not even when your legs gave out and you slumped against the humming dryer door, cheek pressed to the cold metal, cunt clenching around him so tight it bordered on agony.

he’d wreck you. utterly.

“f-fuck,” baekhyun hisses, voice shredded, barely human.

his cock is an angry, leaking thing in his hand, flushed dark and swollen. every tug sends lightning up his spine, every desperate, slippery stroke makes his gut coil tighter, hotter.

he bites down on the meat of his fist to keep from moaning your name out loud, but it’s no use. your scent is still clinging to his clothes, his skin, invading every square inch of his fucking lungs.

the scent of your shampoo. your lotion. your soft, sweet fucking skin.

he can see it. can see you twisting around to look at him, wide-eyed and trembling, lips glossy and kiss-swollen, whispering, “baekhyun... please...” in a voice so wrecked it makes his balls ache.

he can feel it. feel you squeezing around him, your body struggling to take him, stretch for him, begging for him without even a single word.

he jerks harder, meaner, teeth gritted, muscles locked.

“mine,” he snarls against the door. “mine, mine, fucking mine—”

his orgasm slams into him without mercy, violent and punishing, white-hot and blinding. he spills across his stomach in thick, fevered ropes, his whole body convulsing with the force of it, hips grinding desperately into his own hand like he’s trying to fuck you through the fucking door.

but it’s not enough. it will never be enough.

baekhyun collapses to the floor, chest heaving, cock still twitching weakly against his stomach. his head drops back against the wood with a hollow thunk, and he laughs — low, broken, feral.

because this isn’t just hunger anymore. this isn’t just lust.

it’s a disease. a sickness. you are the infection, rotting him out from the inside and he would gladly die of it.

one day, he promises himself, voice raw in the hollow cavern of his mind. one day you won’t look at him like a friend anymore. one day you’ll look at him and see the truth.

you’ll see that you were always meant to belong to him. body, mind, soul.

and when that day comes—

he’ll never fucking let you go.

but until then, he’s cleaning up the mess he made—smearing warm, sticky streaks of cum off his stomach with trembling fingers, chest still heaving, shame pooling thick in his gut.

he should be done. should be absolutely fucking horrified. but instead, he’s smiling.

a slow, wicked curve of his lips that has no business looking so soft on a face twisted with need.

because in his head, it’s you he’s cleaning. you, trembling in his sheets—lips kiss-bruised, thighs parted, wrecked in the prettiest way. you, eyes hazy, mouth open and breath hitching while he drags two fingers down your belly, scooping up the mess he made between your legs.

his. his.

and fuck—fuck, the image of his cum dripping out of your tight, used hole has his cock twitching back to life like it’s possessed.

he can see it. the way your cunt would flutter, still clenching around nothing, swollen and aching, painted with his spend. the slow ooze of it spilling down the crease of your thigh.

his mouth waters. his eyes roll back. he lets out a low, broken sound like it’s been clawed from somewhere deep in his chest.

he doesn’t even finish wiping himself off—just grabs the damp rag, tosses it aside, and wraps his cum-slick fist around his cock again.

the stroke is slow at first. greedy. worshipful.

his head drops back against the wall, lashes fluttering as he gasps your name like it’s a fucking prayer.

you, on his bed. you, full of him. you, ruined and marked and moaning like no one else could ever make you feel this way.

he pumps his cock harder, faster, smearing more of his own mess along the length.

it’s depraved. disgusting. fuck, he’s never felt better.

but what he doesn’t know—what he’s too far gone to even notice—is the soft creak of floorboards just beyond the door.

the sharp inhale caught behind parted lips.

because there you are.

barefoot, frozen, eyes wide, one hand braced against the cold wood, the other slowly sliding down your stomach to press between your legs.

you’d only meant to check on him—just a soft knock, a quick “you okay?”

but then you heard it. your name, breathed out in that hoarse, reverent tone like it hurts to say it.

his voice—raw and wrecked and soaked in hunger.

moaning your name.

and now your thighs are pressed together, aching, a heat blooming so sharp and fast it makes your knees buckle.

your panties are soaked. you feel it, feel yourself throbbing at the thought of him touching himself to the idea of you.

you don’t stay to hear the rest. don’t wait to see how the fantasy ends.

you bolt—quiet and breathless, heart pounding as you disappear into jongin’s room, hand already slipping beneath your waistband before the door even clicks shut behind you.

he should’ve left it alone.

he should’ve just shut his door, stayed in his room, cleaned himself off in silence, and pretended none of it ever happened. pretend he hadn’t just fisted his cock in the dark like some depraved freak while picturing you bent over the dryer, soft and sweet and begging for him. pretend he hadn’t just come so hard he saw stars, all while whispering your name into the fabric of the guest bed like it was a sacred ritual. pretend, most of all, that he wasn’t thinking of you — his best friend’s girlfriend — with his cum still cooling on his stomach.

but the silence outside his door is unbearable. the space where your voice had filled the hallway just minutes ago now feels too still, too empty. and when he steps out — barefoot, shirt stuck to his damp chest, guilt clinging to him like a second skin — you’re not in the kitchen. not curled up on the couch with your laundry like you said you’d be. your basket sits abandoned in the hallway, clothes still warm, sock still missing.

he tells himself this is nothing. tells himself you probably just went to bed, probably didn’t even notice how quickly he left. maybe you didn’t see the way his hands shook, or how he couldn’t look you in the eye when you smiled at him. maybe you didn’t catch the way he choked on your name when you called for help.

maybe he can fix this.

he starts down the hallway slowly, wiping his palms on his pants, rehearsing the lie in his head. “hey, sorry 'bout earlier — my boss called, emergency shift thing, didn’t wanna be rude —” something casual. something light enough that you’ll just laugh it off and say it’s okay. maybe you’ll flash him that soft smile that makes his ribs ache. maybe he can salvage this. go back to pretending he’s a good man. a loyal friend. not someone who wants to steal what isn’t his.

he stops in front of your bedroom door — jongin’s bedroom door, technically, but lately it’s just become yours. he knows the way you always leave it cracked when you’re home alone, how you loop your fuzzy hair tie around the handle, how your perfume always lingers in the hallway like a ghost. the way this whole apartment smells like you now. warm, clean, sweet.

he raises his hand to knock. and then — he freezes.

the walls are paper-thin.

baekhyun learned that the first time he ever heard your laugh from the hallway — bright, easy, wrapping around his spine like a ribbon and tugging tight.

he learns it all over again now, forehead pressed to the wall just outside jongin’s room.

it’s faint. almost imperceptible. the softest rustle of sheets, followed by the barest catch in your breath. a wet, delicate sound beneath it all, something slick and steady. and then—

“oh, baek…”

his heart stops.

his name — tender, breathless, like it’s been pulled from the deepest part of you.

he doesn’t mean to lean in. doesn’t realize how close his ear is to the door until the cold wood chills his skin. his body moves on its own, frozen in place as a sharp current of heat shoots down his spine.

you moan again. this time louder. and this time — undeniable.

“baekhyun — ah! fuck —”

it hits him like a punch to the chest. his breath catches, jaw going slack as the sound washes over him—so real, so raw, like he could feel your voice on his skin. and he doesn’t think. can’t think. his body betrays him again, hand sliding down his front until his palm presses against his cock—already hard again, already aching with need.

he’s not imagining it. he can’t be.

not with the way the air shifts around him, thick and electric, charged with something unspeakable. not with the way your breaths punch through the silence — shaky, shallow, raw — each exhale catching at the end like you’re trying and failing to stay quiet.

then he hears it.

a low, mechanical hum, steady and familiar—the soft buzz of your vibrator thrumming against you, muffled through the door but still unmistakable. it vibrates in the base of his spine like a warning, like a dare, like temptation itself.

his lips part. his throat tightens.

he hears the sheets rustle as your body shifts, imagines your legs spreading wider, your hand adjusting the angle, the toy dragging along your slick folds until it finds that perfect spot.

and then—

another gasp. higher-pitched. wetter. a sound that blooms in his ears and blooms again in his chest, curling hot and low in his stomach.

you’re fucking yourself.

alone. behind that door. in jongin’s bed.

and you’re doing it while moaning his name.

baekhyun’s knees buckle slightly. he braces one hand against the frame to stay upright, the other sliding beneath his waistband with the same desperation he felt minutes ago. he strokes himself without shame now, without fear. his chest heaves with every ragged breath as he listens to you fuck yourself to the sound of his name, sobbing for him through clenched teeth while your fingers work deeper, faster, slick echoing softly through the wood like a melody made just for him.

and it’s wrong. so, so fucking wrong.

this is jongin’s house. jongin’s bedroom. jongin’s girlfriend.

but all baekhyun can think about is what you must look like right now. sprawled out on the bed, shirt hitched up under your chin, one hand between your legs, the other probably clutching a pillow to your chest like it’s him. your thighs parted, cunt glistening, needy and aching, your hole fluttering as you fuck yourself with two shaking fingers.

his hips jerk forward with a strangled groan. he’s close already — too close —b ecause your voice is cracking now, going breathless and wet, sobbing his name like you’ve been waiting your whole life to say it like that. like it hurts to hold it in.

and then you break.

you come with a gasp that could shatter him. the kind of noise you only make when you’re shaking all over, mouth falling open, body arching, heat crashing through you so hard it feels like drowning.

he almost comes again right there. the only thing that stops him is the sound of the front door unlocking.

click.thud.

“yo?”

jongin’s voice cuts down the hallway like a blade. baekhyun stumbles back from the door so fast he nearly trips, yanks his hand out of his pants and wipes it on his shirt, his heart leaping into his throat as footsteps round the corner.

“uh, baek?” jongin blinks, keys still in hand. “why’re you standing at my bedroom door?”

baekhyun turns, chest tight, face pale. “huh?” he croaks. “oh. uh… laundry just finished. was just gonna let ‘er know that way i can put a load in.”

jongin squints at him, brows pulling together with casual concern, completely unaware of the chaos unraveling inches away. “you okay, hyung? you look kinda… flushed.”

the words hit like a slap — light, harmless, friendly — but they lodge in baekhyun’s chest like guilt dipped in acid. his skin prickles with the heat of it, shame crawling up his neck like it’s trying to brand him. he lets out a laugh — forced, brittle, the kind of sound that cracks at the edges. it doesn’t touch his eyes. doesn’t even try. “yeah,” he says, shrugging with an air he doesn’t feel, “just hot in here, i guess. how was work?”

he doesn’t wait for the answer. doesn’t let himself look at jongin for more than a heartbeat, afraid his eyes will betray him. afraid they’ll flicker back to the door he was pressed against not even thirty seconds ago.

because on the other side of that wood, you’re still catching your breath. and he’s still hard. still burning.

and now he knows— it wasn’t just in his head. this sickness is mutual.

[byunbhzero4]

i luv your girl

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | pervy!baekhyun x f!reader, bf!jongin x gf!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

⤷ 1.4k+ words of baekhyun being a sick freak. another req by my freaky lil brain. baekhyun + jongin are roommates/bff’s. you’re jongin’s beloved gf and baekhyun’s obsessed with you to say the least. explicit language. unreliable narration. dark themes. obsession. possessiveness. jealousy. entitlement. yandere. smut. m*sturbation. voyeurism. somnophilia. infidelity. p in v. squirting.

byun baekhyun is an absolute fucking disgrace of a friend.

he should have turned away the second he saw you, should have strangled the hunger in its crib before it ever had the chance to sink its teeth into him. but you smiled—at him—like he was something more than the filth rotting inside his soul, like he wasn’t a rabid, depraved thing barely shackled to reason. and that was it. that was the moment everything went to hell.

because even when you started dating kim jongin, even when you stood by his best friend's side, even when you looked at someone else like they hung the fucking stars—his obsession didn’t die. no. it mutated. twisted into something uglier, something rotten and all-consuming, something that left his hands trembling and his lungs struggling to drag in air. he tried to smother it, bury it beneath layers of forced indifference, but it only dug itself in deeper, black and festering, eating him alive from the inside out.

he needs you.

and no matter how much you run, no matter how much you pretend he isn’t watching, waiting, burning—he will have you.

now he sits on the cold floor, back pressed against the thin wall that does nothing to keep out the filthy, sinful sounds slipping past your lips. you’re on the other side, riding jongin into the mattress, hips rolling like you were made for this, voice cracking as pleasure drips from you, and baekhyun is unraveling, losing his fucking mind.

his fingers are wrapped around his cock, pumping with a desperation so feral it’s almost painful. his pace is erratic, brutal, like he’s trying to match the rhythm of your hips, like he can pretend—just for a second—that it’s him you're bouncing on, that it’s him dragging those sweet, broken moans from your throat. he bites down on his shirt, tries to keep quiet, but the choked whimpers still claw their way out, raw and wrecked. his hips jolt up into his own grip, chasing the friction like an animal in heat, cock flushed red and angry, leaking down his knuckles in thick, needy strands. he’s so fucking close, but it’s not enough—it will never be enough.

he shouldn’t be doing this. shouldn’t be here. but he is. and it doesn’t fucking matter. nothing fucking matters except you. you and the sounds you make, the way you move, the way you moan a name that isn’t his.

he can hear you. every filthy, wet sound your cunt makes as it sucks jongin in, clenching like you never want to let him go. the slick, obscene squelch of every thrust, the desperate tangle of tongues in messy, open-mouthed kisses. he can see it—can feel it, like he’s the one inside you, fucking you senseless.

his hand is merciless, stroking himself rough and fast, squeezing tight like he’s trying to wring every drop of need from his aching cock. his breath stutters, breaks apart into ragged pants, his grip turning brutal, knuckles whitening. his tip is flushed an angry red, swollen and drooling pearly white precum, thick and sticky between his fingers. his thighs quake, abs tensing as sharp, searing pleasure coils in his gut, a hunger so violent it threatens to consume him whole.

he’d fuck you better. he knows he would. he’d stretch you open all pretty on his thick cock, fill you so full you’d forget how to take anyone else. he’d wreck you, make you beg, make you sob so fucking sweetly for him that you’d never even think about letting another man touch you again. you’re his—his—and he’ll carve it into your body, your soul, until you have no choice but to understand.

baekhyun’s grip tightens, knuckles paling as his fist moves in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. his breath is ragged, lips parted in a desperate gasp, eyes shut tightly as he imagines the obscene scene in his head—you. trembling, shattered, drowning in pleasure that isn’t his to give.

his vision blurs as jongin growls it— “cum for me, my pretty girl.”

and then it happens. that beautiful, devastating sound spilling from your pretty lips.

your choked sob, broken and raw, a symphony of ruin as you gush around jongin’s cock. the slick, sinful noise is deafening, searing into baekhyun’s brain like a brand, like an oath. he hears everything—the creak of the mattress, the desperate, erratic slap of skin against skin, the way your weight shifts as you ride him through it.

but worst of all, he hears jongin’s voice.

“yeah, that’s it, baby,” jongin groans, breathless, wrecked, voice thick with pride and satisfaction. “fuck, you’re perfect—so pretty when you fall apart for me.”

rage coils tight around baekhyun’s ribs, white-hot and suffocating.

his breath hitches, his spine arching as his body betrays him, heat surging through him like wildfire. his cock twitches violently in his grip before thick, fevered ropes spill across his stomach, painting him in the evidence of his delirium. his whole body shudders, convulses, the pleasure already tainted—corrupted.

but then—jongin groans.

baekhyun knows exactly what’s happening. he doesn’t need to see it to feel it. the deep, guttural sound rips through the air, punctuated by the desperate, erratic slap of skin against skin, the ragged gasp of his final thrust—as he empties himself inside you.

his jaw clenches so tight his teeth ache, his muscles locking as a sick, twisted revulsion coils deep in his gut.

jongin is still murmuring to you, voice dripping with satisfaction. “took me so well, baby. feel that? all mine.”

baekhyun feels sick. it should be him.

his cock buried inside you, dragging you down, forcing you to take every inch. his name falling from your lips in breathless, ruined sobs. his seed dripping from you, marking you, claiming you.

but if it were him—oh, if it were him—he wouldn’t coddle you.

he wouldn’t soothe you with soft praise and gentle words. he’d fucking ruin you.

“yeah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he’d rasp, his hand fisting in your hair, dragging your head back so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “look at you—fuckin’ made for me.”

he wouldn’t just let you take it—he’d make you feel it.

he’d slow you down when you try to move too fast, force you to take him properly, deep and unrelenting, until the stretch was too much and not enough all at once. he’d make you work for it, watch you tremble and sob as you begged for more, and only then—only when you were mindless, ruined, desperate— would he let you have it.

his grip would tighten. his voice would darken.

“show me how much you need me, baby. cry for me. that’s it—fuck, look at you. you can take more, can’t you?”

and when you came, when you shattered around him, he wouldn’t groan.

he’d laugh. low and breathless, pure possession dripping from every syllable as he hushed your sobs with kisses, his thrusts turning brutal as he chased his own high.

and when he spilled inside you—deep, endless, his claim undeniable— his voice would rasp against your sweat-slicked skin, sticky with satisfaction, dark with promise.

“mine. only mine.”

not jongin. never fucking jongin.

because jongin doesn’t love you like he does.

not the way he would—unconditionally, obsessively, entirely. jongin doesn’t worship you, doesn’t watch your every move and commit it to memory, doesn’t ache for you in the quiet hours of the night, doesn’t carve out pieces of his soul just to make room for more of you.

jongin doesn’t understand that you were meant to be loved the way baekhyun loves you.

because he knows—he knows that once you see it, once you understand how much better he could take care of you, how much deeper he could love you, you would never want anyone else. you wouldn’t just love him back—you would love him more than you ever thought possible, more than you ever loved anyone else.

and he would take care of you so well. he would worship you the way you deserve, keep you safe, keep you happy. keep you his.

you just had to see it.

and if baekhyun is anything, he is patient.

his fingers twitch around his softening cock, but the pleasure is long gone, replaced by something uglier. something that festers, that rots, that eats at him like an insatiable hunger. his nails curl into his palms, digging in deep enough to hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the agony burning through his chest.

his tongue swipes over his lips, the taste of obsession still thick on his tongue. his lashes flutter, his breath stalling—

one day.

one day, it won’t be jongin filling you up. it won’t be jongin making you fall apart.

it’ll be him.

only him.

[byunbhzero4]

──★ been away ˙📱 ̟ !!

baekhyun x f!reader 18+/MDNI | wc: 1.3k

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the first snap is innocent enough—a flirty selfie that plays up your best angles. your makeup is soft yet alluring and your hair is styled to frame your face just right. your eyes have that siren’s gleam, lashes long, cheeks touched with a delicate blush, lips glossy and curved into a teasing smirk, with a hint of mischief in your gaze. you don’t expect much—just a quick reply from baekhyun between schedules, a little something to bridge the distance.

minutes later, your phone pings with his reply: "you’re trouble, you know that?" paired with a selfie snapped on his flight to the next stop. he looks effortlessly devastating—his newly permed hair tousled just right, framing his bare face. one hand is lifted to his face, thumb resting just below his chin, a finger casually tracing his lips, capturing his natural charisma. a thrill ripples through you, lighting up every nerve. you can almost feel the pull of his gaze and the quiet smirk lurking behind that hand, his voice all but spilling through the screen in that one teasing line.

as the day ticks on, the pictures start to shift, each one a little bolder than the last. a glimpse of collarbone here, the hint of a bare shoulder there, the soft curve of your waist as the shirt slips a little lower. each image feels like a secret, a shared moment only for him, feeding the craving that’s been gnawing at you ever since he left. you’re missing him baaaaad, each day without him dragging, and you know he’s feeling it too. 

you take one more snap—this time a shot of your thighs, bare and wrapped in the sheets, a hint of lace just visible where the fabric dips. when you send it, you imagine his reaction, maybe a groan slipping out, his hands itching to reach out and touch you. 

and then finally, as the evening deepens, the light turning golden and soft, you send him the last photo: an image that leaves nothing to his imagination. the light catches your skin, every line and curve illuminated just for him. you wait, heart pounding, and within seconds his name flashes on your screen, a facetime call that you don’t hesitate to answer.

he looks incredible, soft strands falling over his forehead, his eyes already heavy-lidded and dark with longing. "there’s my girl," he murmurs, voice rich with warmth and relief, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it too—like he’s been holding back all day, just waiting to see you like this.

“hi,” you whisper, smiling shyly, your own heart thudding in your chest.

he tilts his head, lips curling into a smirk as he takes you in, his gaze roaming slowly, hungrily. “did you enjoy driving me fucking crazy all day, angel?” his voice drops, thick with desire, threaded with a frustrated edge. “you’ve had me on edge all day. do you know how hard it was for me to think straight with you sending me pictures like that?”

a thrill courses through you at the intensity in his eyes, that undeniable pull between you stretching even through the screen. you settle back on your bed, adjusting the camera so he has a better view, feeling his gaze burning through the screen.

“now, let me see you, angel,” he hums, barely holding back the need lacing his voice. you can’t resist, slipping out of your shirt, letting him drink in every inch. his sharp inhale is audible, his lips parting slightly, gaze unwavering. “so beautiful,” he breathes, almost to himself, his hand tracing over his own chest, slipping down.

“are you gonna show me, too?” you ask, voice a little shaky, your own hands moving slowly, teasing, tracing over your body as he watches.

his gaze locks onto yours, and with a slow smirk, he leans back, letting you see how hard he is, his fingers trailing over himself. “you don’t know what you do to me,” he whispers, voice filled with a delicious mix of frustration and desire as he wraps his hand around himself, moving slowly, matching your rhythm.

your hand slips lower, mirroring him, feeling every inch of his gaze as if he were right there beside you. "i wish these were your hands on me, baek," you speak gently, voice barely above a breath, and his head tips back, a groan slipping out as he matches your movements, a small tremor in his voice.

“i’d make you f-feel every fucking second of hah—how much i missed you,” his voice almost meek, eyes heavy with desire and focus. his hand tightens, mirroring the speed of your fingers. “if i was there, i’d have you right in my lap, making sure you felt exactly how much i need you. every. fucking. inch. of. me."

the way his gaze never leaves you, how he hangs on to every reaction, every slight movement you make, sends sparks through you. “b-baek… i hah—" a whimper escapes before you can hold it back, and he notices, his expression flickering with pride, his hand moving faster.

“keep going, pretty girl,” he encourages, voice thick and low, his breath catching as he watches you move, taking in every detail. “i need you so much nnghh—can almost feel you right here.”

a small whimper escapes you, and he catches it immediately, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his lips. “can’t wait to be home, angel. f-fuck. i’m gonna make ya say my name over and over,” he whispers, voice thick with promise, “until ya can’t say hah— anythin’ else.”

you let yourself get lost in him, moving in perfect sync, his voice guiding you closer and closer, every whispered praise bringing you closer to the edge. just when you’re both breathless, your eyes meet one more time, and his voice drops to a broken whisper.

“d'you know what i’m gonna hah—do when i get back? shit.” he breathes, his voice a low rasp that sends a tremor right through you. “i’m gonna make you pay for every single picture, every tease. ngh—i’ll make sure it stays with ya for days. i’m not letting ya outta our bed ‘till i’ve had my fill.” his words come rough and hungry, edged with desire. “with all that t-teasing, angel, we might not leave that bed for a whole week. you’ll be so damn full of me.”

you shiver at his tone, unable to stop the anticipation building in your chest. “is t-that a threat hah— or a promise?”

“oh, it’s both,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, laced with wicked intent.

the words hit you like a jolt, your hand moving faster as he groans, his eyes heavy on yours, breaths coming faster. “keep goin’, angel,” he urges, his own voice shaky now, his expression mirroring yours as he edges closer, barely holding himself together. “don’t h-hold back. fuckfuckfuck, i'm s'close. nngghh—i wanna see ya cum for me.”

the need in his voice sends you spiraling, and as you reach your breaking point, his name tumbles from your lips in a breathless moan, a sound that has him letting out a strangled gasp of his own. his head tilts back, jaw slack, and he breathes your name like a prayer as he shudders, his release following yours, both of you lost in the intensity of the moment.

when he catches his breath, his gaze returns to you, softer but no less intense. “just wait 'til i get home,” he mumbles, his voice filled with dark promise. “i’m not lettin’ ya outta my sight.” his brown eyes are warm, affectionate, but that hint of challenge remains, as if he’s already planning exactly how he’ll follow through on every delicious threat. and from the way he looks at you, you know you won’t stand a chance.

a/n: omg i’ve thought of this scenario sooooo many times lmfao. and honestly, facetiming is probs the only way i could picture a mutual masturbation sesh w/ baekhyun. like in person, he'd have ZERO patience—there’s just no chance he could keep his hands off you. the way he’d be watching you, eyes dark and unblinking, every second would push him closer to breaking. he’d be all taut, biting his lip, and his breaths would be heavy, barely keeping it together. through the screen, he has no choice but to stay in his lane, watching you fall apart for him, but you just know that if he were there, he wouldn’t make it TWO minutes without pulling you close and taking things into his own hands.

⤷ also, here’s a lil bonus 🤭 ‼️‼️‼️

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . 

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Baekhyun fucking out the knots and kinks out of your body in the locker room after an intense gym session was one of your favourite pastimes- the thrill of getting caught by your pts, trying to stifle the erotic sounds you’d both make, the body heat you both let off hotboxing the room making it harder to breathe-

[byunbhzero4]

the jeans being so low, the calvin klein boxer, the v line- 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

[byunbhzero4]

skssk I remember in one of your earlier anons you said Baek was one of the ones most likely to be into corruption of a more younger/innocent person. Can you pls teehee talk about what it would be like for him if the girl was more innocent and how his ass would be like with her during making out, sex - I feel like he would also do punishments a bit lol, I feel so filthy for thinking about this

baekhyun would be the absolutely worst. he gets off with the idea of you being so clueless to how much he wants you, or maybe not knowing how to act when you get all hot and bothered.

he tries to hold back a bit, though - he will kiss and bite and suck on you, but he won't leave marks (for now) and he will do his best to make sure you're enjoying all of it.

might spank you a little (will ask for permission first), will definitely put his fingers down your throat and praise you for it, and you can also absolutely expect dirty talk being whispered into your ear as he allows you to fuck yourself on his fingers.

he's a menace. i will die on this hill.

[byunbhzero4]

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dance the night away, ch.1

summary: you just graduated from the top ranked dancing university in the world, ready to take on whatever came your way. but before immediately getting involved with professional stuff, you wanted to cut yourself some slack. so when you and your group of friends went to South Korea for a trip you definitely weren’t expecting to get recruited while dancing to some random ass kpop dancing challenge. you were baffled when the recruiter uttered the word “EXO” to you, the group that got you into dancing in the first place. so when you accepted the offer you couldn’t help but think “what the hell am i gonna do?”

word count: 2.796

content: age gap (10 years), idol!baekhyun x dancer!reader, swearing, jealousy, will include fluff, angst and smut in the upcoming chapters.

author’s note: hiii!! my first ever post, and i’m happy to say that i feel confident about it. i’m thinking about making it 5 chapters at least. i’ll try to update without long pauses, hope you enjoy ❤️

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

3..

2….

1!!!!

THROW !!!!

everyone threw their caps in the air, a symphony of happy screams, “woo!!!”s and “congratulations!!” reached my ears as i was scrambling to find my cap on the ground. ughhh why did i even throw it in the first place? i spent 5 days working on the top of the cap for it to have a pretty design just to lose it in 5 SECONDS? nuh-uh. i was cursing at myself when i heard my best friend Karina’s voice.

“hey girlll, you lookin’ for this?”

my cap!!! there it was in all it’s glory.

“OH MY GOD YES! thank you so much ‘rina, i was getting worried that someone stepped on it and turned it into dogshit.”

she laughed and added,

“well thank god that you managed to throw it directly on top of my head, how did you even do that? i was 3 rows behind you.”

she tossed me my hard-earned and hard-worked on cap. i laughed, shrugging my shoulders in an “idk man” way. just then i saw natty and chaewon walking towards us. seeing them in their graduation caps and robes was awfully nostalgic and emotional. my mind drifted to when we first met, as a group.

karina was my roommate. the first time i saw her my mind just went “wow.”, she was (and still is) awfully gorgeous. her long wavy dark indigo hair was the first thing that caught my eye. we bonded instantly thanks to her outgoing nature. and then came chaewon. I was playing Just Dance with karina and we needed a 3rd player. chaewon happened to pass by so i went up to her asking her to join us. she was a bit hesitant at first but agreed nevertheless. last but not least, natty. we were at some frat party when we saw natty twerking to water by tyla with a beer bottle in her right hand. i knew i found my lifelong friend group right then and there. 4 years later, here we are. discussing job opportunities like we weren’t complaining about attending classes just a month ago.

“i heard doja cat’s team is hiring backup dancers for Coachella.” said natty. “oh girl, there isn’t anyone better than you for the job with an ass that’s able to twerk like yours!” karina chimed in, landing a light slap on natty’s upper thigh.

“ughhh you guys are already talking about jobs? why not relax a bit?” whined chaewon, lightly jumping up and down.

“girl. this is doja cat we’re talking about.”

“you can shake ass with her after slacking off a bit, nattyyy~~”

i agreed with chaewon. we all worked super hard throughout these 4 years. we gave our blood, sweat and tears- literally. it was our right to finally breathe a bit. i actually did have an idea. how about…

“..how about south korea?” i said, haven’t been listening to what they were laughing about. they looked at me puzzled. i explained my idea of traveling there for like a week or two. we decided to talk about it later with more details and focused on taking photos for the rest of the day.

“so, why south korea?” asked natty while happily eating her lobster tail pasta.

“i mean, it’s a place i never got to go in my 22 years of life. plus we all know that seoul is an incredible city with lots of history and-“

“-and! with an amazing night life!” noted karina, earning nods and hums of agreement from the girls. after a bit of a pause chaewon broke the silence and proposed her own idea,

“let’s stay there for a whole month! we’ve graduated, hello? and i don’t wanna go to somewhere new and exciting just to return to this same old town in three days again like how we always did.”

she was right. even though we did travel during our university years we didn’t exactly explore the whole city or country that we went to. some tourist attractions and night clubs were enough for us. but this time, we were determined to make a change about that.

“okay, a month is fine by me but what about the plane tickets? the hotel? or are we gonna book an airbnb? let’s not get all giddy before planning. because 30 days?? that is a duration we never experienced before.” natty added before wiping her mouth with a napkin and taking a sip out of her wine.

“true that,” i sighed and continued “a month is great and all but it’s also gonna cost us a lot of money. we need to make sure that we won’t go broke after all those activities that i know you girls are planning to do.” i smirked while karina and natty looked at each other and giggled. we continued to talk about how this whole thing was going to unfold while chaewon asked for the check.

after bidding goodbye to the girls, karina and i went to our apartment that we had rented a month before graduation. “hey, i’m gonna shower. and it’s gonna be an everything shower.” she emphasized the word ‘everything’ with her hands, making an imaginary circle in the air. i let her know that it was fine and i didn’t have anything urgent. just as i heard the water running i plopped onto my bed, laying down like a starfish.

“korea, huh?” i mumbled to myself. of course, the first thing on my mind was exo. i was 13 when i first saw them, in their call me baby era. the way they danced was just so captivating. i immediately fell in love with their music style. the fact that it had almost been 10 years, a decade, since i became a fan of them was making me realize just how fast time flew by. and since i was still a kid when i was 13-14, i didn’t really consider how one of the members might’ve had an impact on me. i only came to realize it during their obsession era.

byun baekhyun.

the sexy yet cute, childish but mature, honey voiced main vocalist of the group. god, he was so.. unreal. the way his white hair bounced on his forehead while he was dancing away, the way he looked in the camera with that goddamn face chain felt like he was staring directly into my soul. oh god- and his hands? his infamous hands? don’t get me started on those hands of his.

i felt a slight blush creeping up on my cheeks. i sighed heavily, knowing that my celebrity crush was.. nothing more than a celebrity crush really. he didn’t know i existed, had millions of fans waiting to throw themselves at him and plus i’m sure he has many beautiful women around him that are just as talented as him. hell, he might even have a girlfriend. i sighed one more time, aware of the fact that i was just a mere fan in the huge ocean of exo-ls. i decided to sulk about it later and opened my laptop to search for an affordable airbnb.

after what felt like an eternity, we got everything done. the airbnb, the plane tickets, the financial aspect… we managed to handle them all. and the day finally came. we met up at the airport and as much as we were excited, we were also anxious.

“you checked everything right? our passports? we have them right?” karina nagged me 7 times in the span of 45 minutes. this was her 8th.

“ughhhh yes, rinaaaa. i did.”

“did you che-“

“yes, i QUADRUPLE checked before leaving the house.”

karina nodded with a slight look of worry on her face. she always got super nervous before passport control. chaewon was looking around to find the airport’s duty-free. natty was chatting with a guy that seemed to be a little too into her, but she knew how to handle attention so i let her be.

after 30 minutes i called them over to check-in. and then passport control and lastly -finally- we managed to board the plane. the seat arrangement of the plane was different than the other ones that we flew with. 2 seats on the right and the left, with 4 seat in the middle. we were happy that we got to sit together. since it was a 15 hour flight, i decided to look through my notes of the places that we were going to visit to kill some time.

“so which night clubs we gon’ go to?” said a very sleepy natty, “i know club double 8 is pretty popular.”

“just go to sleep nat, you’ll think about partying tomorrow.” giggled chaewon.

. . .

holy shit.

fuck.

what? how was baekhyun standing in front of me???

what was happening?

his dark brown eyes never leaving mine. he gestured me to come over.

i obliged, who was i to turn THE BYUN BAEKHYUN down?

he sat down on some type of stool, pushed his hips slightly upwards and just like that, he was manspreading. baekhyun motioned for me to sit on his lap, lightly patting his left upper thigh. i’m SURE that my mouth was hanging open the whole time but who cares? I’M SITTING ON BAEKHYUN’S LAP!! baekhyun caressed my cheeks with his hands, his right thumb brushing my lips. i licked my lips, admiring his handsome face. his left hand found its way to my waist, then to my ass. i could feel myself throb at his lustful action. baekhyun licked his lips ever so slowly, leaned into my left ear and asked after slightly pausing,

“beef or chicken?”

…what.

“ma’am, beef or chicken?” my eyes flung open and i think i gasped, because the flight attendant looked taken aback.

“uh- um- beef, please.” i smiled at her sheepishly, taking the beef that was supposed to be my dinner out of her hands. she smiled and went on with her duty. karina snickered, “dude, what was that about? were you having a wet dream?” SHIT. HOW DID SHE KNOW? she laughed quietly, imitating my puzzled face.

“girl, you were saying “mmh” and “mhm” all the damn time. how could i NOT notice?” i felt myself burning up. it’s like she read my mind. damn you byun baekhyun. i looked over to my left to find natty and chaewon quietly eating their meals, seems like they were too busy to even notice my embarrassing actions while sleeping.

finally, we landed after almost 16 hours, the flight took a bit longer than expected but it was fine. we quickly found an uber to take us to our airbnb, meeting the owners when we arrived. they were a lovely couple leaving for their honeymoon. we wished them a happy honeymoon and settled in. of course, natty immediately wanted to go out and explore the lively city of seoul.

“come on girls, we’re finally here! what are y’all waiting for?!”

chaewon looked unamused, “have you ever heard of ‘jetlag’? let us rest a bit, damn.”

“yeah, natty. maybe we should get used to the time difference here, what do you say?” karina asked, clearly very tired from all the running around at the airport. contrary to karina and chaewon, i wasn’t tired. i felt pumped actually. maybe it was the excitement of being in a new place or maybe it was the adrenaline from my dream with baekhyun. eh, it didn’t matter.

“i’ll come natty!” i said eagerly. she smiled widely, “finally! someone that’s not 80 years old apparently!” we both giggled while karina and chaewon was barely registering what we said.

“okie, well, we’ll be back in an hour or so! bye girlies!” exclaimed natty and pulled me by my wrist.

“Y/N?? WHERE ARE- Y/N!!” i heard natty shouting from a distance. i may have gotten lost when i didn’t wait for her to get tteokbeokki skewers. long story short, i wandered off without her AND MY PHONE, which i forgot was in her bag. the stars somehow ended up aligning for me because i found myself walking towards a random kpop dance challenge in public. with crowds of people watching, filming and waiting for a song that they know to come on. i spent a good 10 minutes watching them and cheering people on. just then growl by exo came on. of course, i rushed with the other people to dance and somehow ended up in front row, putting a show for cheerful strangers singing the fan-chant. then i spotted a very mad looking natty watching me. as soon as the song switched to another one, i smiled from ear to ear to my fellow dancers and immediately rushed over to her.

“where the hell have you been?! i got scared to death! don’t you know how many creeps could be lurking out there?!” i was breathing very heavily but i managed to get out an apology. natty hugged me tightly, giving me my phone back while stating that she would never carry it again. before i could whine about it, i felt a tap on my shoulder,

“excuse me, ma’am.”

we turned around to see a petite figure of a young woman wearing a black cap and a black mask looking up expectantly to me as she was… short. very short.

“yes?”

“hello. my name is song jiwoo. i work as a talent recruiter in INB100. and i wanted to ask if you would want to become a backup dancer for EXO, as they have a big 13th anniversary concert planned. here’s my card. please confirm wether you would want to come to the interview or not in 24 hours.”

INB100.. exo… 13th anniversary concert… dance… me…

i was trying to process what she had just proposed to me. then i realized she was still looking up at me, patiently waiting for an answer.

“uh- uhm, yes!!” i shouted a little, making natty snort. clearing my throat i continued,

“yes, thank you for the opportunity. i will let you know in no time.” i smiled as i shook her hand. she bowed lightly and turned around, disappearing into the crowd.

natty shook me, squeeling happily, “GIRL OH MY FUCKING GODDDD!!??? LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED??? YOU WILL TAKE IT RIGHT?? RIGHT?!!” i was still examining the card that jiwoo handed me.

after a looooong story time about what happened, karina and chaewon looked at us, their expressions filled with surprise. the room fell silent. clearly, they were waiting for me to say something.

“you will accept it, right? we all know how big of a fan you are of them.” said karina softly, squeezing my right hand reassuringly.

“i know,” i huff “but it just feels hypocritical you know… telling you guys to relax and not take on jobs… while if i accept this, i’m gonna be doing the opposite of what we intended to do with this trip.” i groaned, taking my face into my own hands.

“girl, you’re fucking crazy. none of us will judge you whatsoever for taking a great- an INCREDIBLE job opportunity! this might change your life. and who knows, maybe you’ll get laid by an exo member~” said natty suggestively while making kissing noises. we laughed. after a long pause, i finally spoke up.

“i will take it.”

karina and natty immediately hugged me, showering me with encouraging words. chaewon patted my back, i sensed something with her acting like this but i decided to ignore it. she was really tired from the moment we landed after all.

after researching if song jiwoo was a real recruiter of INB100, i dialed her number.

…ring��

…ring…

..ri- “hello. this is song jiwoo.”

i looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 03.47 am. i sighed- it was more of a huff really.

after years of looking up to them, i was going to be beside them.

training with them.

dancing with them.

…

what the hell am i gonna do?

>> part 2 << / >>part 3<<

[byunbhzero4]

18+/MDNI | baekhyun x f! reader.

baekhyun never cared much for an endless variety of positions, and neither did you. the two of you had your favorites—three, to be exact—that never failed to get the job done. but there was one in particular that he always found himself gravitating back to. one that had left you both with a few “scares.”

it started the same way every time: his hands gripping your thighs, adjusting your legs until they rested just the way he wanted them on his shoulders. precision was key. the moment he had you positioned just right, there was no stopping him. no room for hesitation. just raw, relentless pleasure.

and who could blame him? this position was nothing short of dangerous—breeding territory. the way your bodies melted together, how effortlessly he could bury himself inside of you, the electric heat of your skin against his—it was intoxicating. your eyes would lock onto his, glassy and pleading, and that was it. the final push. there was no pulling out of this one.

his entire weight pressed down on you, his hips working overtime as he drove into you, deep and unyielding. every stroke sent the tip of his cock brushing that sweet, devastating spot inside of you, the pressure making your stomach twist, the tension coiling tight like a knot about to snap.

once he got comfortable, the real fun began. he’d push your legs back further, folding you beneath him, fucking into you with an intensity that sent your moans ricocheting off the walls. your eyes watered, your body trembling, every nerve set ablaze with the kind of pleasure that blurred the line between too much and not enough.

and baekhyun? he lived for it. the way your mouth parted, the way your face twisted into the prettiest expressions, the way you whimpered his name in that breathy, broken way that made his cock throb. it only pushed him to go harder, to drive you closer to the edge until you were unraveling beneath him, undone and utterly his.

his voice—soft, coaxing, dangerously sweet—was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“there we go, my pretty girl. stay juuuuust like that. you’re doing so fuckin' good for me.”

his praise alone was enough to send a shiver racing down your spine, enough to make your pussy clench around him, dripping with arousal. he knew it was too much for you. he could feel it in the way your walls fluttered around him, hear it in the way your cries turned breathless and desperate. and that was what made this position so addicting.

because no matter how many times he fucked you like this, no matter how many times he pulled another orgasm from your overstimulated body, you still took him so well.

by the time you hit your fourth orgasm, your legs were beyond numb, your core pulsing with exhaustion, but baekhyun wasn’t done. not yet.

“just a little more, baby. can you take it?”

he knew the answer before you could even give it. and as he bottomed out inside of you, pressing in to the hilt, he watched the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips trembled, the way your tears spilled over from sheer bliss.

god, you were perfect.

baekhyun smiled, knowing he was fucking you right—knowing that if he ever decided to start a family with you, all he had to do was lay you on your back, push your legs up, and fuck you like he hated your guts.

[byunbhzero4]

My brain is fired 😔 but yeah baekhyun's neck + marks 🤌🤌🤌

Can you make something with his gf ,wife or whatever wanting to mark him but she is reluctant because of his job so she hides her need until the truth is fucked out of her

omg yes, baekhyun's neck w/ ur marks is literally a lethal comboooo

and ohhh, the idea of him having a partner who wants to mark him up so bad but holds back bc of his job?? only for him to figure it out while he's balls deep in her?? yeah, that’s so good.

baekhyun’s always been so careful. his image, his reputation—everything has to be immaculate. you know that. you’ve always known that.

so you bite your tongue when your fingers twitch with the urge to grab at his jaw, tilt his head back, and sink your teeth into the pale skin of his throat. you don’t say a word when he kisses you breathless, when his lips brush over your pulse, when he groans into your mouth and you just—god, you just want to leave a trace. something to say that he belongs to you, that he’s yours, that everyone else can look but they’ll never have him the way you do.

but you don’t. because you know better.

except baekhyun always knows when you’re holding back. he always feels it, even when you think you’re being so good at hiding it.

so tonight, when he’s got you pinned beneath him, when he’s got his fingers wrapped around your wrists and his hips rocking into yours slow, deep and fucking punishing, he leans in, voice dripping with knowing.

“tell me,” he breathes against your lips, rolling his hips in a way that makes your head spin. “what is it, baby? what are you hiding from me, huh?”

you shake your head, teeth digging into your lip, but he’s not having it.

baekhyun tuts, presses his forehead to yours as he speeds up just a little, just enough to make you moan and claw at his back. “not gonna tell me?” he murmurs, voice laced with mock sympathy. “guess i’ll just have to fuck it outta you then.”

and he does. he takes his time, building you up and breaking you down, pulling you apart with every deep stroke, every slow grind. until you’re gasping his name, eyes blurry with tears, fingers gripping at his shoulders like you might fall apart otherwise.

“tell me,” he demands, voice low, words punctuated with a particularly sharp thrust that has you choking on a sob.

and you can’t—can’t—hold it in anymore.

“w-wanna mark you,” you cry, breath hitching when he presses down harder, deeper, until you’re completely at his mercy. “wanna leave something, but—but i can’t—”

baekhyun stills for half a second, his breath shuddering out against your cheek. and then he’s pulling back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, unreadable.

and then—

then he grins.

“that’s what this was about?” he muses, lips brushing over yours. “ya wanted to mark me, baby? make sure everyone knows who i belong to?”

you nod, biting your lip, cheeks burning.

baekhyun hums, something smug and delighted curling at the edges of his mouth. he grabs your wrist, guiding your trembling fingers to his throat, right where his pulse pounds under your touch.

“then do it,” he murmurs. “mark me up. make me yours.”

and who are you to deny him now?

[byunbhzero4]

18+/MDNI | baekhyun x f!reader

baekhyun's fingers twitch in your hair, the grip tightening as his hips buck against your mouth.

you start slow. achingly slow. dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing every ridge, every vein, until he’s shuddering beneath you, breath hitching with every lazy swipe of your tongue. his thighs tremble, hands fisting into the sheets as he tries to stay still. tries to be patient.

but you can hear it in his voice—the way it wavers when he breathes out your name, quiet, desperate.

“baby, please,” he murmurs, voice thick with longing.

you let your lips brush against the head of his cock, pressing the lightest kiss there before flicking your tongue against the slit, tasting him, teasing him. “please what?” you ask, feigning innocence, your hand curling around the base to hold him steady.

his head falls back against the pillows, a low groan escaping his lips. “please—more,” he chokes out, hips twitching.

you hum, dragging your tongue along his length again, slow and deliberate. “mm… i don’t know,” you murmur, pressing another kiss just below the head, your breath hot against his sensitive skin. “i kind of like seeing you like this.”

his grip in your hair tightens, a low, strangled sound escaping him. “fuck—”

but you don’t relent. you take your time, laving your tongue against the underside, letting the heat of your mouth envelop him inch by inch, pulling back just when you feel his body tense with anticipation. teasing. playing. making him work for it.

“beg for it,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

his chest rises and falls erratically, his pupils blown wide as he stares down at you. he swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “please, baby. need you so bad.”

satisfied, you finally wrap your lips around him, sinking down slowly, inch by torturous inch, until your mouth is stretched around him and his thighs are shaking beneath your touch.

his fingers fist in your hair, his control slipping with every swirl of your tongue, every hollow of your cheeks. but it’s not enough. he wants more.

“holy fucking shit—” baekhyun chokes out, voice hoarse.

his grip tightens. his hips twitch. and then he’s guiding you—no, commanding you, his control snapping as he takes over, pushing deeper into your throat, his moans unraveling into something dark and unrestrained.

“ya wanna tease?” he rasps, voice rough, dangerous. “let’s see how much you can take.”

his hips buck forward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, and the sudden intrusion has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. but you don’t gag—you let him take what he wants, your throat flexing around him as he groans, long and guttural. he starts slow, testing, before falling into a rhythm that’s all-consuming, overwhelming, every thrust making your head spin.

“fuck—so good—” his words come out in a hushed, broken mantra, his breath hitching as he pushes in deeper, deeper, until the wet sounds of your mouth around him are filthy and obscene. he curses again, head falling back as his grip in your hair tightens. “ya look so fuckin’ good like this, baby—takin’ me so well—”

baekhyun's body tenses, his thighs trembling beneath your hands. the telltale warning comes just a second before he loses himself completely, voice cracking as he chokes out, “shit—’m gonna—fuck—”

and then he’s coming, thick ropes of white spilling down your throat as he shudders violently, his hips stuttering against your lips as he gasps, moans, whimpers, hands gripping your hair like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. he forces himself as deep as he can go, his cock twitching as he empties every last drop into your mouth, his entire body taut, rigid, caught somewhere between pleasure and ruin.

you don’t pull away—not even when he whines, overstimulated, his grip loosening. instead, you swallow around him, letting your tongue press against his sensitive length as you draw back, slow, deliberate, savoring every inch of him before finally releasing him with a soft, wet pop.

baekhyun's still trembling, chest heaving as he stares down at you with something raw and reverent in his gaze. his fingers twitch at the back of your head, dragging you up until your lips hover just over his own.

“so pretty,” he breathes, voice still wrecked. he cups your cheek, thumb swiping against your bottom lip, his eyes dark, hungry, already filling with something dangerous again.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters.

but the way he’s looking at you? the way his thumb traces the slickness at the corner of your mouth before pressing between your lips, making you suck his thumb into your mouth as he watches with parted lips and a shaky exhale?

you don’t think he minds one bit.

[byunbhzero4]

could you write something with baekhyun asking them to sit on their face 🥹 if you haven’t done anything like that

rubbing my freaky lil thighs together like a fucking grasshopper rn omg.... here's ur req baby!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | baekhyun x f!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

⤷ explicit language. pet name. smut. oral (fem!receiving). face sitting.

baekhyun lies there, sprawled out against the pillows like he owns the world, like he’s already won. shirtless, hair mussed, lips kiss-swollen from the way he’s been devouring you all night. his hands are slow, gliding over your thighs, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

“c'mere,” he murmurs, voice thick with want, eyes dark as he gazes up at you. “sit on my face, pretty.”

it’s not a suggestion. it’s not even a request. it’s a command, rasped out in a voice so dark and full of hunger that it sends a sharp pulse between your legs. you shiver, but you don’t move. not yet.

his eyes flick up to yours, and fuck—he looks wrecked already. pupils blown wide, lips parted just slightly as he stares at you like you’re something holy. his fingers tighten on your thighs, dragging you closer until you’re hovering just above him.

“don’t make me ask again.”

your breath stutters, chest rising and falling too quickly. you can feel how wet you are, how desperate you’ve been for him all night, and the thought of pressing yourself against his waiting mouth makes you dizzy. he knows it too. knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“i know ya want this, too,” he murmurs, voice smooth and coaxing as his hands slide up, fingertips pressing into the plush of your ass. “so give it to me. lemme taste you, baby.”

you shake your head, just barely, because you don’t trust yourself to speak. something about it feels too much. too raw. his mouth on you like this, no space, no restraint—

but he’s already one step ahead of you.

he groans, deep in his throat, and suddenly his grip is firm, dragging you down before you can protest. the first press of his mouth against you is warm, wet, a slow, deliberate lick that makes your thighs shake.

“aahh! fuck—” you gasp, hands flying to grip the headboard as his tongue flicks against your clit, teasing, playful at first. and then he moans. a low, satisfied sound that vibrates straight through you, making your hips jerk involuntarily against his mouth.

he doesn’t stop. doesn’t let you run or even think about it. his hands keep you exactly where he wants you, fingers digging into your skin as he devours you like he’s starving. his tongue is relentless, dipping between your folds, dragging up to circle your clit before sucking it into his mouth, and you swear you could cry from how good it feels.

“yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs against you, the words lost between the slick heat of his lips and the way his tongue rolls over your clit again, again, again. “use me, baby. fuck my face.”

your fingers tangle in his hair, hips rolling before you can even stop yourself, grinding down onto his face just like he wanted. and the bastard groans like it’s exactly what he’s been waiting for.

“good girl,” he rasps, the words dripping with sin, thick and honeyed as they sink into your skin. before you can even catch your breath, his hand cracks against your ass—sharp, hot, the sound splitting the air with a resounding SMACK!

you jolt, a gasp catching in your throat, but he’s already dragging you back down, burying himself in you like a man possessed. his voice is muffled against the slick heat of your pussy, lips moving wet and desperate, pressing, sucking, devouring.

“just like that—fuck,” he groans, drunk off your taste, his tongue flicking over your clit with maddening precision. “just like that—fuck, you taste so fuckin’ good, baby.”

he moans against you, needy, almost wrecked, like eating you out is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him. like he’s the one getting off on this, like he could do this forever. and fuck—maybe he could, because he doesn’t let up for even a second, licking and sucking and groaning, his tongue flicking over your clit in a way that makes your whole body tremble.

“b-baek—i’m—”

your voice is shaky, barely there, and he knows. of course he fucking knows. he hums against your clit, hands gripping your thighs even tighter as he drags you down, forces you to ride his tongue until you’re gasping, falling apart, soaking his lips, his chin, everything.

when you finally come down, panting, legs weak, his lips are still pressed against you, kissing soft and lazy, like he’s savoring the aftermath. his eyes flick open, dazed and half-lidded, and when he grins, it’s all sin.

“always so fuckin’ sweet for me,” he murmurs, pressing one last, teasing kiss to your swollen clit. “think i need another taste.”

[byunbhzero4]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | baekhyun x f!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

⤷ explicit language. pet names. smut. heavy make out sesh. dry humping. choking kink. spanking. body worship. possession themes.

big fan of making out with baekhyun like you’ll die without him—like every breath depends on the heat of his mouth, the way your lips crash together, wet and messy, tongues tangling in sloppy, desperate kisses that leave your lungs burning. his fingers tighten around your neck, firm, possessive, pressing just enough to make your head spin, to make you feel like you belong to him. he groans into your mouth every time you roll your hips down, every time you drag yourself over the hard line of his cock, his grip twitching like he’s barely holding himself back.

“ah—fuck, baby,” he pants, voice thick, heavy, ruined with need. “you’re driving me insane.”

his sweats are a disaster, the soft grey fabric soaked through where his precum and your slick have mixed into something filthy—needy—proof of how much you both want it. he’s so fucking hard, thick and straining beneath you, and the feeling only makes you more desperate. more reckless. you grind against him, chasing any friction, anything to make the coil in your stomach snap.

“that’s it,” he rasps, his voice shredded as he watches you unravel for him, his hands gripping your hips like he’s trying to memorize the way you move. “fuck, look at you—so pretty like this, so needy for me.”

his grip tightens around your throat just as your orgasm crashes into you, white-hot and overwhelming, your body seizing as a sharp, broken whimper spills into his mouth. you shatter against him, soaking through his sweats, drenching him in proof of how absolutely fucking wrecked he’s made you. he feels it—feels the way you tremble, the way you clench and quake, and it drives him over the edge of sanity.

his hands are everywhere—gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, smacking your ass just to hear you yelp, dragging you closer, closer, until there’s no space left between you, until your bodies are pressed so tight it’s like he’s trying to mold himself to you. like if he isn’t inside you within the next thirty seconds, he’s going to fucking die.

his breath is ragged, hot against your lips, desperation laced into every shaky exhale as he pleads, voice wrecked, raw, helpless.

“please, baby—lemme feel you, lemme be inside you. need you so fucking bad—fuck, i can’t take it anymore.”

[byunbhzero4]

˗ˏˋ VIRAL! ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ when baekhyun sees you, he falls instantly—obsessed enough to record a five-second video and let tiktok track you down. you dm him, fully intending to call him out, but somehow, he charms his way into a date instead. what starts as a red-flag-level offense turns into something dangerously intriguing. but baekhyun moves fast—too fast—and there’s something he’s not telling you.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+ content / mdni ꒱ ˎˊ˗ streamer!baekhyun x f!reader. each chapter will have its own warnings. angst, fluff, smut <3

𝟎𝟏. GAME START!

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