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jaeminscoffee · 4 years ago

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Colours | X. Dj

Pairing» Xiaojun x f!Reader

Genre» Angst, Fluff, Smut (suggestive)

Warning(s)» Friends to lovers trope, Xiaojun kinda loses his temper but that subdues, heavy makeout session, groping, public sex, fingering, implied sex towards the ending (open imagination since the request was kinda vague), steamy, our boi dejun get's flustered by Y/n's bubbly personality. I think that's about it. Lmao not proof read, so it will contain a hell lot of mistakes.

Wc; type» 2.06k ; oneshot

Red.

All Xiaojun could see is Red.

To have the person who dragged him all the way to some stupid reunion party against his will to abandon him in the first five minutes with the pathetic excuse of "I'll go grab us some drinks" only to never return back to his aid had Xiaojun boil with anger.

To have you smiling and laughing, clinging and grasping at a man he's never seen before is Infuriating.

To see you so smitten by a guy other than Xiaojun had him seeing crimson with comically visible smoke coming out of his ears, arms shaking, jaw set rigid with palms growing moist from all the clenching and unclenching.

Xiaojun felt yellow.

He felt insecure at how the man before you just seemed to be much to your taste.

He felt unsure of whether or not he should risk walking up to you and talk the talk he'd wanted to let out since the day you stood up for the lad. And inevitably, and much to his pleasure, stood by him in the process till date.

He felt that maybe, just maybe, he's not worthy of having a girl as astounding as you. And all that sliver of hope he'd held onto only seemed to be slipping away from his grasp.

Xiaojun felt blue.

The dreading feeling that he'd lose all that the two of you built until where your relationship stands today with a single mistake bubbles inside of him.

Watching you from afar with a man potentially your dream guy just made him feel blue. Numb, and as though a part of him was slowly chipping away.

The immense feeling of sheer sadness had him want to turn on his heels and back out to what he thinks "get out of your way" and to prevent further breakage of his heart.

Until he saw red again.

Watching you throw yourself at this stranger, arms tightly wrapped around the bastard's waist, hips joint, with his hands running through the soft curls of your tresses, "who does he think he is?"

How entitled must this man think he is to expand the white between the two of you? You and Xiaojun were meant to be and he'd only flick your head and call you stupid if you ever said otherwise.

Eyebrows furrowing as Xiaojun followed each of your actions. How your chin tucks and you hide your face in this 'dream bastard's' chest, arms idly resting on his torso, your hair covering your face from all the moving around. He kept watching you;

Until your gaze met.

Time seemed to stand still, in a much cliché fashion. Seeing the expressionless look on his face seemed to have clicked the power on button somewhere in your head.

You'd unintentionally abandoned the man you promised you wouldn't.

Almost as though Xiaojun could see the wheels turning inside your head, he sneers at you, immediately turning around to walk into a corner the moment he saw you approaching him through the crowd filled with hookers, stoners, and people too bored for their own good.

"Jun, wait up!"

He could hear your shrill voice call out to him the moment he rounded a turn. He didn't turn, however, mind clouded red, crimson and ebony with jealousy, envy and all mixed emotions, he felt dizzy.

You catching up to him only seemed to worsen his dizziness, "Jun! I-i'm so sorry i forgot about you, it's just my b-"

"Forgot about me, huh?" Xiaojun's voice comes gruff, hoarse from the inadequate usage. He doesn't bother turning around to look at you, wouldn't have done much anyways, the lighting of the area so dim, he can barely make out your silhouette.

Besides, his vision is clouded with black, wouldn't have done much anyways.

"No no, not forget forget about you! I just got caught up with my b-"

"boyfriend? Y/n, are you oblivious to not know how I feel? Am I vague? Oh I'm sorry, am I not obvious enough?" Through the darkness, you could see Xiaojun's shoulder shake, his tone strained, his head hung low, avoiding your gaze the closer you got. "Jun, what are you talking about?"

You seemed to be feeling grey, confused.

"Your boyfriend, Y/n."

"Jun, boyfriend-!" "I like you damn it!" you flinch as he abruptly turns around, the red building inside him so rapidly that it inevitably ends up exploding.

"You know I like you, no, I love you. Why else would you have been waltzing around acting like a pliant, docile girlfriend?" The grey intensifies within you the faster Xiaojun talks quick strides towards you.

Your silence and the unconscious stepping back seemed to plant a seed of yellow within him again. "You led me on. You seemingly ignored my feelings. Because you obviously know I like you, don't you?" The red appears again, mixing with the intense yellow, blending into a terrific orange as Xiaojun closes the space between the two of you with newfound confidence.

"You like me.." you whisper, your palms pressing onto the greasy wall behind you where Xiaojun had you cornered, your eyes shaking in ecstasy. He likes you, no. He loves you.

"You need to a whole 'nother level of airhead if you think i view you merely as a friend-" Somewhere in your head, you know he's talking to you, but his voice seems to numb out in the beautiful crimson that's taking over your heart, with a slight mix of elegant yellow and purple so faint it could come off as violet. "You like me!" you look up at him.

"-Yes, Y/n, keep up god damn! But do you care? Of course not! You go get yourself a boyfriend while i wallow in self pity-"

"Oh god you like me!" you bounce with all the vibrant colors swirling inside you, your arms lifting up to wrap around the lads neck, who jumps at the unexpected action, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and slight fury.

"Does it matter, Y/n? Your boyfriend's probably looking for you now-"

"Jun, what are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend!" you pull him down to be leveled with you, looking him intensely in the eye as you watch the familiar grey dominate his irises.

"Th-Then, that man you were all over..? You cannot possibly tell me he's not your boyfriend" he seems to be fighting to hold onto the red fury as it slowly turns into a rosy flush. "The man I was all over..?" you question seemingly to yourself, as the wheels turn in your head once again until the entire process comes to an abrupt halt at the realization hitting you.

"Jun, that's my brother! My cousin!"

The look on the lad's face is so incredulous that you break out into a cheshire grin, "you were jealous of my brother?" you giggle, as you playfully punch at his chest which deflates as he radiates bright crimson, skin heated.

"o-okay brother. brother, alright. Though, I still don't stand a chance, do i?" Xiaojun questions, stammering with embarrassment while being overcome with a sudden sense of blue. Sure you didn't have a boyfriend, doesn't change the fact that you're way out of his league.

You stare into his eyes, hoping that would somehow convey the answer to his question, but the more you just look at him, the more the light in his eyes seems to dim out.

Offering him a soft smile, which he doesn't seem to notice, you catch him off guard when you lift his head up, tilting it while pressing your lips onto his ever so gently. Providing a soft peck as you sigh in ecstasy.

You let your lips linger a little longer, silently pouring out your heart into the soft action of affection before hesitantly pulling away.

"Does that answer your question?" your gentle voice pulls Xiaojun out of his haze.

You kissed him. You like him. He stands a chance with you.

That seems to snap the last bit of self restraint in him as he captures your lips once again with much fervor. Molding his lips with yours, all signs of softness thrown out of the window as his hands circle your hips, pulling you flush against him.

The feeling of your heat encircling him makes him groan into the kiss, making a wave of shock run through your spine. The hairs on your hand standing proud as you play with the hair at the back of his neck, pulling at it.

Biting down on your lips, Xiaojun positively earns a moan from you. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into yours, easily dominating your tongue as you slowly, subconsciously start grinding against him, making him squeeze tight at your hips.

"I.. Love you.. Jun" you say in between the kiss as his hands travel further south, groping at your ass, pulling you in, supporting your grinds on his crotch.

"Fuck.." he sighs at the words, slithering wet kisses from your lips to the edge of your lips, moving onto the jaw before choosing to nip at the skin, "say it again, doll" he rasps onto your neck, while his hands sneakily makes its way under the flimsy material of your skirt, thumbing at your growing wetness while staring intently at you, silently asking for the green flag to proceed.

"I.. I love you. I love you, Xiaojun!" you nod at him while pouring all your adoration onto the lad, you'd waited too long for the two of you to take it slow from now on forth.

Xiaojun moves your panties to the side, immediately finding the bundle of nerves, pressing nimbly onto your clit, basking in your little whimpers and shakes.

He wastes no time to draw figure eights onto the sensitive bud, cooing at you while marking his territory on your neck, your jaw, the naked skin of your shoulders and collarbone, exposed by the off shoulder top you'd chosen for the evening.

"I love you, too, princess. You've no idea how long I've waited for this moment." he moans onto your neck while sliding in a slender digit into your wet cavern.

You grow frantic, soaking in all the emotions Xiaojun is pouring onto you with his actions and words, being pulled close to your high, embarrassing faster than you'd appreciate.

"You've no idea how many times I'm imagined taking you until all you can remember is my name, not even yours" he starts moving his digits after fitting in another one of his long fingers, the slick pouring out of your cunt pooling onto his palms as your moans come out as squeals. Your brain is hazing with a pleasant pink, blue and red. All of the emotions overwhelming you.

"You look gorgeous, doll face" he kisses softly at the side of your lips when you start clenching around his fingers, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

"J-Jun.." you sigh, face flush with content, legs shaking, your form only being held up by his strong grip, his intense gaze making you feel so small, so vulnerable, all the tell-tale signs of your orgasm nearing you present as he accelerates his fingers, clearly catching onto the fact that you'd come undone any second.

"You gonna come for me, pretty? Am I making you feel good?" he grunts while nibbling at the lobe of your ears, digits moving so fast inside your calls that you can hear the squelching obscene voices of your walls over the loud music playing in the background, his palm constantly rubbing against your clit.

"Feel's so g-good, Jun.." You grip onto his forearm to keep you grounded as your orgasm washes over you. Your jaw slacks as you convulse around his fingers. Xiaojun cooing praises into your ears as he helps you ride out your orgasm, pulling you into a kiss as you push his fingers away when he slowly drives you into overstimulation.

"Fuck, you're perfect." he stares at you with adoration while you catch your breath. Forcing yourself to step out of your daze. You smile shyly until it turns into a sly smirk as you move your hands to grab at his painfully evident dent, slowly rasping out as you move closer to him,

"Your place or mine?"

The red never felt so satisfying to Xiaojun until now.

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jungwnies · 3 years ago

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xiao dejun | masterlist

key bank:

[♡] fluff [☆] smut [♕] angst

pda w/ xiaojun [♡]

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restlessmaknae · 4 years ago

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no barriers

➳ Xiao Dejun decides to study abroad for a semester in Seoul, and even though he initially sucks at Korean, there’s no (language) barrier between you two.

♦ Pairing: uni student!Xiaojun x uni student!reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life, uni au

♦ Words: 7.7k

♦ Warning: -

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“And this song is for all the lonely souls out there! Grab the guy or girl beside you, hop onto the dancefloor and dance as if there’s no tomorrow!”

The DJ’s over-the-top behaviour was slowly getting on your nerves, and his fabricated descriptions about the otherwise rather shallow songs he put on were giving you a headache. Maybe if your friend hadn’t abandoned you the first time a handsome guy had asked her to dance, you would have been in a better mood, but you felt bad enough for yourself listening to the tenth song that you absolutely despised, let alone the fact that you still couldn’t hate your friend for ditching you for a guy because after all, you should have known that it was her definition of fun. Yet, when you had decided to give in to her prompting to attend the uni party at Club Vera, you wouldn’t have thought that you would end up by yourself after about half an hour, watching as the bubbles in your carbonated drink popped off, and trying your best to seem as intimidating as possible because you didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Truth to be told, you had never been the partygoer type. In fact, it was your first ever university party (and you were in your fourth semester already), and it was your second party in your whole life after that rather interesting senior year party at your class president’s house that had been more like a summer camp when you had been 14 aka no alcohol, no heavy dancing, no questionable activities. You had ended up talking to the said classmate’s mother about the dishes she had prepared because you had seemed to be the only one who had actually paid attention to her efforts. So yeah, you wouldn’t have actually called that a party either, but your parents hadn’t wanted you to miss the opportunity to see your classmates for the last time, so you had gone in the end.

Thus, technically speaking, it was your first ever real party, and you had already seen more drunk and tipsy people than you would have liked to do so, and you had already encountered more guys who would have wanted to hit on you than you would have ever expected.

So when another boy came your way, undeniably giving you hungry looks, you pushed yourself off the counter, and headed out of the club. You were fed up with the sweaty bodies, the loud music and the unsettling feeling in your stomach that maybe it was your fault that you couldn’t enjoy such opportunities.

You welcomed the fresh air outside of the stuffy place with a subtle smile, and you sucked in a few deep breaths before you started walking back to the bus stop. You reached into your bag to get a hold of your earphones, ready to block out the noise of the outside world with your favourite songs, but a gentle male voice made you halt in your steps.

“Excuse me…” He started in a polite manner, his tone hopeful rather than seductive, so you looked up at him curiously, wondering what he might want from you.

Yet, when you caught his eyes, you were bewitched for a second, and your lips slightly parted in awe. It wasn’t just the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous with his messy chocolate-brown locks, his mesmerizing jet-black eyes, his defined features, the elegant arch of his eyebrow and his dimples, but his half-nervous, half-friendly smile was so beautiful, you nearly gasped.

“Yes?” You found yourself saying, although you had no idea how you managed to get those few letters out. You knew you should be pulling yourself together because a beautiful exterior could hide a rotten interior, but you felt as if you had been struck by lightning, finding yourself gifting him with a smile.

“Could you tell me how I can get to Club Vera? Am I in the right direction?”

And then, reality kicked you in the butt in that moment, and all of your dreamy thoughts were thrown out of the window right in that instant. Sure, he must be going to the same party as you had done so, and he might be lost because he had never been there just like you. What else were you waiting for? Jeez, you must have watched too many kdramas to think that it could have been love at first sight, and he could have said that he knew you were the one the moment he had laid his eyes upon you. Gosh, even the thought made you cringe now that you were back to reality.

“Yeah, you’re almost there. Just turn right at the corner, and you’ll see the sign immediately,” you instructed him as you pointed at the said corner.

“Right?” The boy asked back while signalling a right turn with his hands, and you nodded. He might not have caught that part, but you repeated yourself nevertheless. His whole face lit up when you did so, and you were already glad that you decided to help him out.

“You might have to wait a bit. The place is full right now, and they might not let you in immediately,” you let him know kindly before he had his hopes up high, and he furrowed his eyebrows in question. You looked back at him expectantly, wondering if he was willing to share why he looked so perplexed.

“Wait?” he repeated, blinking in confusion.

“Yeah,” you emphasised. You knew you didn’t have the best socialising skills, but you started to feel uncomfortable in your skin, so you decided to explain the situation to him in a different way. Maybe it would be his first party, and he didn’t know how such things worked. “The guards at the entrance don’t let you in if the place is full. You need to wait for someone to come out.”

The boy let out a giggle after your explanation, and you were almost sure that he would say that he had misunderstood you, but what he said was totally different from what you had expected.

“I’m sorry. I can’t speak Korean well. I’m Chinese,” he reasoned, keeping up his light and casual tone. Your hand flew to your mouth in surprise, but that bewilderment was soon overtaken by guilt, and suddenly, you felt so stupid for throwing random sentences at him instead of just letting him go on his way. Gosh, why did you need to make him feel uncomfortable? The first time you had dared to say something more to a stranger than it was absolutely necessary, and here’s the outcome. Great!

“I’m so sorry. English then?” You switched to English a bit awkwardly, but he nodded, his lips curling upwards.

“Yeah, that’s better. My English is a lot better,” he remarked, still smiling. He didn’t seem to mind your behaviour which was just unbelievable because you were sure that you would have been inwardly panicking if the same had happened to you. Even though you were really good at English because you were an English major, you had never learned Chinese, and your Japanese knowledge was limited, so if he had talked to you in Chinese, you would have definitely not understood a word.

You stood there for a few seconds, him still smiling at you as if he had been looking at something heartwarming, and that thought alone made your knees go weak. You cleared your throat, trying to appear less affected than you actually were, and said:

“Yeah, so the thing is, the club is full, so you might need to wait a bit when you get there. You can only go inside if someone comes out and the guards at the entrance let you in.”

“Ah, I see.” He bobbed his head, not at all fazed by the news. “Is the party bad? That’s why you’re leaving?” he inquired as he tilted his head to the side, and it was rather cute. Gosh, he was cute!

“Oh well…” You let out an awkward giggle, now knowing how much to say to a random stranger. You played with a stray lock of hair that escaped your ponytail, and pushed it behind your ear when you made up your mind to tell him the truth. “I’ve come with a friend, and she found a boy for herself, so I was left alone. I didn’t like the songs that they were playing either, so I’ve decided to leave. You might enjoy it though. I’ve just never been the party type.”

The Chinese boy’s radiant smile didn’t fade with your confession, he seemed rather grateful that you were honest with him, amusement bathing in his jet-black orbs. However, as he was about to open his mouth, your stomach rumbled, reminding you of the fact that you hadn’t yet had dinner because you had assumed that the club had more to offer than a handful of nuts put on the counter. You got it, it was a club, but you hadn’t eaten before coming here because you hadn’t calculated with the lack of food options.

Awkward as it was, it was your own fault, and you were probably not going to meet this boy again, so you were just trying to survive looking him in the eye without fainting while he was smiling at you, and it would be fine. It should be fine… So why did you want the ground to swallow you up?

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes, quite,” you admitted nevertheless. There was no need to deny it, and you could grab something on your way back to the dorms, it was fine.

“Wanna have something with me?” The boy asked out of the blue, and it would be an understatement to say that you were shocked. You were utterly shocked. You felt a blush creeping onto your face.

“But you were going to the club,” you pointed out, trying to tone down the nervousness in your voice. Gosh, why did you want to say yes to him so bad? You didn’t even know him. Maybe it was in the way he oh so casually carried himself, oozing a friendly, homey, cosy vibe. Or maybe it was in the way his voice was full of warmth, joy and life. Or maybe it was in the way his smile was blinding, making your legs go weak. Or maybe it was all of it combined.

“I can still go there after having dinner.”

“Yeah, right.” You nodded after he had shrugged his shoulders casually as if it had been an everyday thing for him that he would have dinner with total strangers.

He probably caught onto your slight hesitance because he let out another wholehearted laughter.

“Believe me, I’m not a psychopath, and I’m not working for the Chinese mafia. I really don’t know this area, so I can’t even kidnap you,” he justified playfully, and the more he talked, the more you felt laughter bubbling up inside of you. You felt your shoulders drop in relief, letting your guards down. You had a feeling that you could really trust him, so you gave in, leading him the way to a nearby tteokbokki place.

You had been in the area before to visit an art cinema, so you had known this neighbourhood, but not that many places to give him an extensive list of food places to choose from. Yet, he didn’t mind having tteokbokki, he even added that he had tried it already, and he had enjoyed it. While you were waiting for the food to arrive, you asked why he was going to Club Vera, and he told you that he was on an exchange programme, so he was spending this semester at your university. He was supposed to go and meet a few other exchange students at the club, but he reassured you that he was fine like this because he had already met the others, and he liked meeting new people.

You felt a flush of warmth lighting up your face at the way he said those words, but decided to ask him about the reason he had chosen Seoul out of all places, letting the way he spoke soothe your nerves. There was just something very easy-going about the way he elaborated his responses, and you felt like you could listen to him speak for hours because he had a gentle, honey-like voice. He talked about his love for music, and how he thought that a semester abroad would benefit him because different people saw music in a different light, and he wanted to see how Korean people viewed classical music when they were known for their own unique music industry.

He could have been a cute stranger, but he had to be a cute stranger who knew how to play the guitar and the piano, and he had to have an adorable puppy named Bella back home, and he didn’t stop there! He was funny and casual yet smooth and a bit flirty, and you had a feeling that your face resembled a torch the whole time because you were either blushing or laughing, and neither helped with the state of your cheeks. You were just so not used to having boys around, let alone boys like him who were characters out of a kdrama. Except the fact that he didn’t really speak Korean, but you meant the cute, sweet type that you wouldn't believe exists.

You talked so much that you seriously questioned if your carbonated drink hadn’t contained any alcohol because you were usually not this talkative, but something in him prompted you to share bits and bobs about yourself, so you did. Maybe it was the fact that you knew that you might not see him again that helped to lift the weight off of your shoulders. You could say anything embarrassing, he might not even remember it the next week.

After you had finished your spicy rice cakes, you were ready to say goodbye to him, especially because it was getting late, but he caught you off guard yet again.

“I’ll accompany you to the dorms,” the guy who introduced himself as Xiaojun mentioned as he flashed a toothpaste commercial-worthy smile at you, and you felt your heart leap.

“But you still haven’t gone to Club Vera,” you insisted, confusion written all over your features. The boy let out an airy laughter, something that was similar to the warm breeze that wafted through the branches of trees when spring just began.

“I can go another time, but I’m afraid you’ll run away if I let you go now,” he responded cheekily, raising an eyebrow in question as he was waiting for your reaction. Your breath was caught in your throat for a moment because you were really, really not used to casual guys like him, but you cleared your throat a bit later.

“What makes you think I will?”

“Your cheeks say it all,” Xiaojun just had to call you out on your obvious blushing, and even if you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t. You were uncontrollably blushing beside him, but whose fault was that?

Your eyes darted around your surroundings (anywhere but his face), not knowing what to say or what to do. The crazy thumping in your ribcage didn’t help either, and the familiar warmth was yet again invited onto your cheeks, so you were helpless. You tried to pacify your heartbeat alongside your undulating feelings, but he didn’t help at all when he was smiling that charming smile of his.

“Let’s get going! It’s getting late,” Xiaojun prompted with a lopsided smile, and you gave in without hesitation, glad that you could finally do something with yourself.

Under other circumstances, you might have felt uncomfortable heading back to the dorms with a boy by your side, but Xiaojun just made everything seem so natural that you found yourself loosening up again. You realised that he felt so cosy and homey because he didn’t force any topic onto you, but he liked sharing stories about his life and how he had gotten here, what culture shocks had he experienced and how he had already been to the dorms because he had randomly made friends with a Chinese guy who studied biochemistry.

“For real, I was just standing in the queue in front of the vending machine at one of the uni buildings, and I was talking on the phone with my mum about how I’ve been settling in. And then, when we finished talking, this guy came up to me, and said that he’s also Chinese, and that he hopes everything is really fine, but if not, I can just call him anytime. So we’ve exchanged numbers,” Xiaojun recalled the scene with a lighthearted giggle, and you weren’t sure what was cuter: his giggle or his smile. You liked both.

He talked a bit more about this so-called Hendery and his equally funny dorm flatmates, but before you knew it, you arrived at the dorms, and since you really had nothing to offer to him, and it would have seemed really odd inviting him inside, you stood by the entrance awkwardly, not knowing how to say goodbye. Xiaojun was way better at this than you anyway.

“Would you like to exchange numbers? I have a Kakaotalk ID, too,” he suggested with a wide smile, and gosh, you had never known what was so special about exchanging numbers with a boy, but now you knew.

“Sure.” You nodded, smiling shyly, and no matter what people said about being cautious of strangers, this stranger turned out to be so much more than just a lost puppy in the heart of this buzzing city. He became the first boy who had gotten your number, and the first one who made your heart flutter, so you bid your goodbye to him after exchanging numbers, and your coy smile was plastered onto your face even when you fell onto your bed.

You realised that it would have been weird if you had agreed on meeting with a boy whom you had just met, but despite only having one encounter with Xiaojun, you didn’t feel as if he had been a mere stranger. Not because you knew so much about him, but because he was so casual that you felt like you were invited into his life the moment he had decided to ask you for directions.

Since he was a music major, you suggested visiting your favourite music store in the city, and after confirming that he hadn’t been there before, you agreed on meeting at a bus station from where you knew the way on foot.

The way to the music store was just like last time: you definitely blushed a lot and you definitely felt like your heart could melt whenever you caught sight of his smile or whenever you heard his laughter, but at the same time, you felt at ease beside him because he was so friendly and kind and funny. Oh gosh, were you having a crush on a boy? You had a feeling that you were. Oh boy…

The walk wasn’t that long, so you didn’t have a lot of time to talk because once you were inside, you showed him around the different sections in the store. What you loved about this particular place was the fact that it was doing more than just selling CDs. There was a whole corner where you could see how music producers made music, and you could try it out for yourself. There was a corner for analog music player devices where you could listen to music tapes and vinyl records just like the previous generations had done so. Not to mention the little booths where you could sit down, draw the curtain on yourself and listen to anything while wearing headphones that really blocked out every sound from the outside. It was like a little haven for you, so you decided to lead Xiaojun there after he had gotten enough of the other parts of the store.

As you sat down on the bench in the little booth, you realised how unfamiliar it was that you had someone with you this time, but you didn’t mind. You prompted him to show you his favourite classical music piece, and when he did so, you listened to it through the headphones while he was waiting for your reaction.

It was definitely different from what you usually listened to since it was mainly led by a piano and other instruments from an orchestra. You were used to lyrics-based songs, but you noticed that the melody was amplified now that you didn’t have to concentrate on the voices of the singers, and it felt like you were invited on a journey as you listened to this particular piece. It was almost easy to get lost into it, and be taken aback when it came to an end.

“What do you think?” Xiaojun inquired with a curious albeit nervous smile after you had slipped the headphones off.

“It was soothing. I feel like I could listen to this while studying, and it would help me concentrate,” you admitted sincerely, and his lips curled upwards, his dimples deepening. You felt yourself smiling along with him, his happiness contagious.

“Most people say it’s boring, so I’m glad. I’m glad that you like it,” he explained as his eyes twinkled with joy, the crescent-like orbs swimming in the sea of his gratitude. You felt a rush of warmth going through your body as you realised that you were the reason for that smile of his, and somehow it felt even more personal now. As if it had been a secret kept hidden in a wooden box somewhere deep inside your heart.

“Ah, I’m pretty sure you think that what I listen to is boring,” you chirped in half-jokingly, but he took your words seriously, and prompted you to prove him wrong:

“Well, try me!”

You raised an eyebrow out of confusion, yet he didn’t back away, nor did he take back his words, so you gave in, searching for your favourite ballad that you listened to a lot these days. You reached the headphones out to him after finding that particular song, and as he reached for it, your hands brushed for the shortest fraction of a moment. It was enough for you to feel electrified, and for him to turn his smile into a cheeky one because he knew, oh he knew well just what kind of an effect he had on you.

That’s why you were almost ready to talk him out of listening to your favourite song because it was quite personal, but his smile melted your worries, and you could only search for the tiniest bit of disapproval or disgrace in his eyes that never came in the end. Xiaojun’s lips did curl downwards, but he didn’t look displeased, he looked rather comforted as he was listening to the song.

Once he was done, he slid the headphones onto his neck, and turned to you, eyes painted with curiosity, resembling the night sky with their jet-black shade. Something so dark could still be so light and warm, and even without a smile, you could feel his empathy and understanding.

“It’s beautiful! How could I think it’s boring?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged a bit hesitant, suddenly unsure how to put your opinion into words when he looked at you as if he had known exactly how you felt, and he was willing to accept you with it, too. “I just think those who can’t relate to the lyrics think that it’s boring.”

There it was, the unsaid confession now unravelling both in front of your eyes, and you were so scared that you had gotten too personal too fast that you were about to tell him to forget about it when he caught you by surprise.

“I can relate though. Even if I’m extroverted and like meeting new people, sometimes I feel like I don’t know anyone that well because I know so many people on a surface level. Usually, I don’t mind, but sometimes this feeling hits that I’m never the best friend, the one people would turn to, and I feel down,” Xiaojun confessed confidently, his voice not wavering with remorse or guilt. He spoke eloquently as if he had been perfectly at peace with his feelings and vulnerabilities, and the way you caught his eyes that shone even brighter than before, your heart knew that he was being honest. That prompted you to be honest with him, too.

“For me, it’s because it’s difficult for me to make friends in the first place, and I’m afraid people would get tired of waiting for me to open up and trust them, so they make best friends before they would become close with me. The same happened at university with the girl I’ve mentioned,” you let him know, referring to the friend of yours who had left you at the party because of a boy. You didn’t hold a grudge against her for what had happened because at least that had led you to meet Xiaojun, but it was true that she wasn’t your best friend. She had been talking about another girl as her best friend, so you didn’t feel like you had the right to get closer to her just as well.

You wouldn’t say that you were lonely after life had turned out this way because you were fine when you were on your own, but just like the boy had said, sometimes this feeling of not being wanted hit you, and the waves suddenly crashed above your head as if everything had pointed in the wrong direction.

“Who do you turn to if something bothers you?” Xiaojun broke the momentary silence, his voice silky and gentle. There was no room for accusations, so you knew you could be honest with him this time as well.

“My brother.”

“Well, your brother can be your best friend. It doesn’t have to be anyone else,” he pointed it out gently, his words playing on your heartstrings. You had never really thought that you could feel so understood by someone whom you had met only a few weeks ago, but Xiaojun had seemed to prove you wrong again and again. “Thank you… for opening up to me,” he added a bit coyly, but his solemn state only made you more sure that he was as sincere as one could be.

“You did it first. I just… I think I just got brave because of you,” you confessed equally shyly, and the gaze you shared held many more feelings than just the ones you could describe for it was a start of something new, the beginning of bloom and the first building block of trust between you two, between the present and the future, between the whatifs and the conscious decisions of letting him in.

You didn’t consider yourself a very outgoing person. You were the definition of an introvert; you enjoyed your time being alone, snuggled up in your bed, your head buried into a book, or your headphones on to block out the outside world. Therefore, you hadn’t seen a lot from Seoul, or at least not as much as others who had come to the capital city for their university studies, and they had checked out every Instagram-worthy place or uni party.

However, Xiaojun was an exchange student, and he was keen on seeing as much from the country as possible, and whenever he suggested visiting something, you didn’t have the heart to say no. How could you when he was bombarding you with funny memes, photos of his puppy sent by his family back home, supportive messages whenever you were working on an assignment, and random classical musical recommendations now that you had let him know that you had enjoyed his favourite piece?

So whenever your uni schedule and your time allowed you, you accompanied him to places he wished to visit, and despite that evil voice in your head telling you that he must have wanted to visit these places with his other friends too, he told you clearly and sincerely that he hang out with others just as well, but he wanted to visit these places with you. So let it be the so-called Rainbow Bridge, the LED Rose Garden, the Starfield Library in COEX or the Ihwa Mural Village with its prettily painted walls, you accompanied him without hesitation.

At first, it was odd, saying yes to such activities with a boy, but Xiaojun hadn’t given you any reason to say no because he was polite, considerate, kind, and whenever you didn’t have the time to go with him or he went away to the countryside for the weekend, he sent you pictures, making sure that you didn’t miss out on anything. You would have never thought that you could smile or laugh so much, and your phone’s gallery was filled with so many photos by now that you considered saving them on your laptop before they would take up more space on your phone.

You enjoyed it, the way he made you feel, and the way he opened your eyes to a world outside your comfort zone. You had been to places you would have never thought you would visit, and you had experienced things you would have never imagined. Like going to a karaoke bar with a Chinese person who attempted to sing Korean rap songs just to make you laugh and you singing a Chinese song that you could follow only because there was a simplified pronunciation line under the Chinese characters. Otherwise, you would have been totally lost.

“Gosh, Chinese is so difficult,” you huffed after you had gotten to the end of the song, plopping yourself down beside a grinning Xiaojun. He had been enjoying your attempt way too much, but for that cheeky smile on his face, it was all worth it.

“Korean is difficult enough for me, trust me,” he mentioned with a snicker, and even though it was hard for you to believe that Korean could be a challenge to a Chinese person, you believed him because he was the Chinese out of the two of you.

“That’s why we talk in English,” you pointed out, and earned a very lighthearted laughter from the boy. You exchanged a glance, and you didn’t have anything to say, and he didn’t seem to search for any words either. It was just one very peaceful, precious moment that you wished you could capture. His dimples appearing by the edges of his lips, his jet-black eyes shining fondly and beamingly, his whole face radiating joy, his hair a bit messy from running his hands through it a lot while trying to keep up with the rap song, and his laughter resembling tiny bells that cheerfully chimed whenever a new visitor arrived at a store.

“Thank god we are at least good at that. It would have been awkward if I had just tried to read your body language the first time we met. Or if we had just kept smiling at each other.” He broke into a giggle a few moments later, and you just had to imagine the scene, you were already laughing alongside him.

“I’ve never been more thankful that I became an English major.”

“Oh really?” Xiaojun quirked an eyebrow teasingly instead of taking your comment lightheartedly, and your whole face flushed. It was funny how he could make you blush, but gosh, you really didn’t want him to stop. Yet, you just had to get back at him somehow.

“Actually, no. It was just a spur-of-a-moment comment. Nothing else,” you insisted firmly, trying to act unaffected, but he saw through you.

“Are you sure? It didn’t seem so to me.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Never been more sure of anything,” you objected as you shook your head, and it took everything in you to avoid reacting to that elegant arch of his eyebrows.

“Then, I guess I’ll just switch to Chinese.” Xiaojun shrugged flippantly, and started talking to you in Chinese just as he had said so. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, especially at the way there was a cheeky, boyish smirk hiding in the corner of his lips as he was repeating the same sentence over and over again.

You kept ignoring him, but you were the first one who grew tired of waiting for him to switch languages, so you looked at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Okay. I’ll take it back. Please, switch back to English, so I can understand you,” you pleaded a bit dramatically, acting as if you had been suffering while you hadn’t understood a thing. Though it had actually been weird listening to him speak in his mother language because you had been so used to being able to understand him that him speaking in a language you didn’t know was particularly interesting.

Xiaojun’s smirk grew wider if that was actually possible, and despite what you would dare to say to him face-to-face, even that smirk of his was gorgeous. This whole boy was just ever so casually gorgeous.

“Fine. If you insist, I have no choice but to do as you say,” he said as he switched back to English, and though you were grateful, you were actually more curious this time, so you scooted closer to him on the coach, and inquired:

“What was that sentence that you kept repeating?” You tilted your head questioningly. The truth is, you could have imagined that he had been saying that you were a fool for the jokester he was, but you weren’t so sure because that knowing smile was saying something else. Maybe it was about something more serious?

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day,” he left it at that, and no matter how much you tried to get him to tell you what it was, he didn’t.

So you merely enjoyed the rest of the day (and a few more attempts of his at Korean rap songs), laughing and smiling along with him because you believed that if the day came, he would tell you himself if it was any important. If not, then it was still good for the laughter.

The weather was getting more and more humid, the exams were approaching faster and faster, yet still, all you could think about was the time Xiaojun had left from his semester at your university, and what would happen to the two of you after he left the country. You, as the overthinker you were, didn’t dare to bring up the topic when he was around because you didn’t want him to feel pressured to reciprocate your wishes of seeing him again, but you couldn’t stop mulling over the different scenarios. You were long over denying your liking towards this particular boy, but the question was if he felt the same way? He was so casual and friendly with everyone that you didn’t know how to differentiate his feelings from the ones he displayed around others.

There had been only one time you could sense that he took care of you in a way he didn’t do so with others, but it was when he had invited you to a BBQ night with him and his friends and his friends’ girlfriends, so basically, you were the only single girl left because Mark, Yukhei and Hendery all had their girlfriends with them. The other three boys hadn’t even tried to hint anything regarding your relationship/friendship with Xiaojun, so at least that hadn’t turned out to be as awkward of a night as you had previously thought so.

However, that one particular occasion hadn’t helped your undulating feelings either, and you felt like you were running out of time, so you didn’t really know what to do with yourself. You didn’t even want to let down Xiaojun either, so you agreed on having a stroll with him by the Han River a week before he was supposed to leave.

“Have you started packing?” You inquired as the soft breeze of the summer night was playing with your locks and messing up Xiaojun’s hair. The boy was more amused than ashamed as he responded:

“No, not at all. Though I assume I would need to pay an extra fee for my luggage because I’m pretty sure I’m way over the weight limit with all the souvenirs and gifts I’ve bought,” he remarked cheerfully, and the way he merely smiled at his mishap melted your heart.

It was already late at night and there were quite a few people around, yet the light buzz of the riverside couldn’t be compared to the cacophony in your heart. Your heart wanted to break out of your ribcage and the more he looked at you and caught your eyes, the heavier this feeling grew.

Before Xiaojun, you had never felt such intense emotions, especially not towards a boy. You had always cooed at romantic movie scenes and all that, but no boy had been able to make you feel so special, accepted, understood and cared for. Then, there came this boy with his silly personality, gallery of funny memes, adorable puppy photos and his overflowing charms, and you had been swept off of your feet. Your personalities might have been clashing, but instead of being the stormy weather to your serene sea, he was more like the rays of sunshine that warmed the surface of your life.

No wonder your smile couldn’t fade as you were walking beside him, but you swore you almost tripped over yourself when he casually commented:

“You know, you could visit me during the summer. My family already knows a lot about you,” he confessed, flashing a charming smile at you, raising an eyebrow elegantly. You felt speechless for a moment - because of both parts of his confession -, and he mistook your silence for disapproval because he quickly added: “Only if you want to and feel comfortable with it, of course. I don’t want to pressure anything onto you.”

Of course, you knew that, Xiaojun would never pressure anything onto you. Instead of pressuring, he was more like that helping hand that assisted you through that fine line between the familiar grounds where your comfort zone lied and the parts outside of it. You were merely shocked that he was so casual about this offer, and if he had brought it up like this now, you were sure that he had been thinking about it beforehand.

“I’d love to,” you croaked out, finally finding your voice after a bit of an inner struggle, and Xiaojun seemed a bit surprised, but in the best possible way.

“Really? That would be awesome! I would show you around my favourite places and my mother would cook you authentic Chinese meals. You’ll love being there, I can guarantee that,” he foresaw already, and his words melted your heart again, though by this time you felt like you were melting beside him all the time. How could anyone be so adorable?

“If you’re around, I’m sure it’ll be great,” you admitted, smiling shyly. His eyes turned into little crescents when he caught your smiling self, and in that moment, under the street lamps, surrounded by the fragrance of the bloomed trees and flowers, covered by the night life of the riverside, you wished you could be in his arms or just hold his hands; to have him close no matter what the future holds.

You walked beside each other for some time, sharing stories about your own families and previous vacations, and cracking up over your mischievous child selves that had turned every holiday into a rollercoaster. You were as light as the atmosphere around you, your heartbeat as continuous as the flow of the river because having him by your side made you feel safe and secure.

“Do you still want to know what I said in Chinese back at the karaoke bar?” Xiaojun brought it up suddenly, not letting silence overtake your conversation.

“Of course,” you answered truthfully, and you were ready to be told that he was saying that you were a fool, that you had a horrible voice or anything awkward that he might have come up with, but instead, what he said rendered you speechless, as he turned to you, halting his steps to tell you face-to-face:

“That I like you, and I wish you would feel the same way,” he let you know before adding an explanation. “I just didn’t want to tell you this back then because I was afraid that the time we would spend together would be bittersweet, but now that there’s only one week left, and you’ve already mentioned that you wouldn’t mind visiting me in the summer, I’ve figured you might actually feel the same way about me.”

Surprise would be a subtle expression for how you felt in that moment with those words rolling off his tongue, sincerity oozing through the syllables, and his mesmerizing jet-black eyes holding yours captive. All the doubts, all the worried thoughts seemed miniscule to the relief that filled your veins because he felt the same way! Your cheeks immediately turned burgundy, but you didn’t mind.

“I like you, too. I just didn’t know if you felt the same way,” you confessed coyly, your face burning up. Xiaojun let out a giggle and closed his eyes for a moment as if he hadn’t believed what he had heard, then he stepped closer to you, and hugged you.

In that moment, as he was holding you in his embrace, you didn’t care what was waiting for you, and how you two would be able to keep in touch and keep liking each other. Because all you could feel was happiness, immense happiness, and you didn’t want this feeling to go away. Never ever.

In that one remaining week, you spent as much time together as possible, but that wasn’t a lot since you both had exams and assignments, and Xiaojun had some paperwork with his departure, so it didn’t seem like it was enough. However, you enjoyed every moment of it because you knew how the boy felt, and you couldn’t have been happier that your feelings were reciprocated.

Truthfully, you were doubtful whether you could make a long-distance relationship work because it was your first ever relationship after all, so you had no experience, and you were really worried that you would feel isolated from him. On the other hand, after a tearful goodbye at the airport (only you cried, Xiaojun merely laughed it off), you kept in touch through messages, phone calls and video calls, and it felt a bit like you were there beside each other. Xiaojun loved showing off Bella while he was having video calls with you, and usually you cooed at the sight, the affection evident in the boy’s every move towards the pet. Yet, one time, the puppy decided to pee on his carpet, and that was when your brother walked into your room, so ever since then, he mentioned Xiaojun as the guy whose dog peed on the carpet, and the memory never failed to make you laugh.

With each day, you felt your heart grew fonder and fonder of the boy, and through classical music recommendations, photos of (slightly) failed attempts at launches, video calls featuring Bella, watching movies together through a streaming site, time flew by fast enough, and by the time you could actually start missing him, you were already with him, spending your 10-day holiday with him, his parents and his brother.

There was no exaggeration in you saying that those 10 days were the best time of your life because you felt welcomed from the very beginning, his family treating you kindly and casually - as if they had known you for years. You made dumplings with Xiaojun’s mother, was told childhood stories about the two boys by his father, was shown cool places in the neighbourhood by his brother, and you watched movies with them, had a BBQ party with them in the garden and you also went on a hiking trip together. They respected your privacy, so they always asked you if you wanted to join, but you wouldn’t have missed anything for the world.

The boy played you his guitar and piano, sang you lullabies at night, let you play with Bella and take her for a walk with him, and oh boy, he even started doing pushing ups in front of you one day, but he told you that he only wanted to make you blush, nothing more (and he succeeded, of course he did…). Your heart was fluttering beside him, your smile was constant, and laughter followed you like a shadow wherever you went with him because you felt safe and sound, as if you didn’t have anything to be afraid of.

Sure, you had concerns about the future, but you were already looking up opportunities that would allow you to teach kids English in China because that would go well with your actual degree, and maybe you could even do it as your internship. It was nothing fixed for now, but you were hopeful towards your future with the boy, and after those 10 days with him, you were more sure than ever that you two would make it work, overcoming every obstacle that might appear in your lives.

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taeilskitty · 4 years ago

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punishment // taeyong x ... pretty much everyone

a taeyong x (most of) nct oneshot i wrote back in 2019 i believe... it’s not at all my best work by any means, in fact i don’t think it’s very good ahaha. but it IS slutty kitten!tyong - centric, so... maybe someone will enjoy it, idk. i just posted it on ao3 because i’m trying to be more active there, so thought why not post here too. this is so fucking nervewracking for literally no reason lmao </3

word count: 6805

genre: smut

tags: exhibitionism, degrading, bdsm (?), dom/sub, sub!taeyong, master kink, daddy kink, kitten!taeyong, whipped cream, light foodplay, nipple play, fingering, toys, light shocking [shock collar], sadism, gangbang/orgy, punishment, brat!taeyong

characters: taeyong, ten, jaehyun, yuta, taeil, kun, johnny, lucas, doyoung, winwin, jungwoo, mark, xiaojun, hendery, i think that’s everyone who was in it..?

summary: taeyong steals some whipped cream from the fridge. that’s no crime, but he’s fucked like it is.

taeyong was in the kitchen; he shouldn’t have been, he knew he wasn’t allowed, but despite all that... it’s where he was. he was desperate to satisfy his sweet tooth after ten had bought some whipped cream for himself and whoever wanted it, and taeyong couldn’t help himself upon seeing it. he wasn’t necessarily one to hold up much self control, and this was all too evident when he finally dispensed the sweet substance into his mouth. it was such a relief to finally have it, though it almost tasted bittersweet along with the guilt that came with it. it's no crime to steal food, but he knew damn well it'd be treated as one.

“yongie?”

he turned around, eyes widened with cream all over his face, to see ten and jaehyun walk in. “oh. what are you doing kitten?” ten sighed, head cocked to the side. of course taeyong replied with a voice sweeter than the cream on his lips. “nothing!”

“stealing?” jaehyun shook his head ever so slightly. he walked over to taeyong to stand before him, ten following suit behind their tiny hyung.

he didn’t want to feel intimidated, but he did; jaehyun was so tall, so muscular and he looked so disappointed. taeyong looked up, pouting, eyebrows furrowed.

“what’s that around your pretty mouth then?” tens voice made him jump, despite being so low, so hot. taeyong licked his lips slowly, carefully, in an attempt to rid himself of all evidence. he pouted.

“nothing!!”

it was at that moment that jaehyun locked his lips with the older boy wedged between them, tongue gently flicking across the corner of his mouth to remove just a bit of the cream. “you missed a spot,” ten cooed, sealing his own lips to taeyong’s after jaehyun had pulled away, mirroring his actions as he, too, lapped up the remainder of the treat.

with two pairs of hands on him, taeyong felt both safe and scared. being caught like that when he knew he was wrong meant he was sure to be punished by his dominant peers. ten’s hand rested on his jaw, the other on his waist, even after he pulled his mouth away, gazing at the boy with dark eyes. “want some more?”

taeyong’s little face lit up. of course it did. he grinned widely, eyes sparkling in such an innocent manner; it was almost enough to stop the pair in their tracks. almost.

“too bad. you shouldn’t have stolen it.”

“b-but i was just—“

“no babes,” jaehyun cut him off with an unsympathetic gaze. “listen to your master, okay?”

ten stroked his hair. ��he’s right, kitten,” the man sighed whilst scratching right on the crown of his head which caused the boy’s eyes to flutter closed in ecstasy. he loved it, truly, and blushed as be began to mumble, “okay... but... you do love kissing it off me, right?”

the pair hummed, hands caressing him gently. as jaehyun’s hands ran over his chest, taeyong’s nipples because harder by the second, more sensitive, more visible through the thin white tee he’d thrown on that morning. blushing, taeyong looked down at his own chest sheepishly in an attempt to gesture how desperately he wanted them to touch him. of course they caught on, and jaehyun made an effort to slide his hand over one to earn a soft, helpless whine from the boy.

“m-maybe you can kiss it off...”

“oh, jaehyun and i would love to, right?” ten’s voice was so playful, it almost hurt taeyong with the tone he knew too well. “but i don’t know if he asked politely enough...”

“please!!” taeyong was already begging, and nothing had even happened to him yet. “i-if you want to, please...”

ten took the can back out of the fridge in order to squirt some of the treat onto his finger in a sweet pile, placing it in front of taeyong’s lips. at this point it was second nature for him to take ten’s finger into his mouth, sucking the cream off in bliss. if he could, he would stay like this for as long as he was allowed to, but he involuntarily stopped as ten said “good boy, so cute,” to which he let out a quiet moan.

ten’s fingers slipped out of his mouth to be met with cream yet again.

the boy hissed as it was wiped right over the place he wanted their lips; ten’s slender fingers smeared it over his shirt and it felt so good, so cold, but not enough. “please... maybe it’s better under my shirt...” he bit his lip nervously, eyes pleading them to go easy on him. “y-you can play with me and-“

jaehyun pulled the tight white shirt off of taeyong in such a sleek manner with a hunger that couldn’t be described.

“sit on the counter now kitten,” ten said, eyeing jaehyun, who lifted the boy up. he began to massage his thighs under his three-quarter-length shorts, the red hue seemingly becoming similar to the blush on his cheeks when it deepened as a result of ten’s soft kisses peppering over his hands.

and then he’s finally met with the cream once more, except this time his breath hitches at the barrier-less contact; although he didn’t have time to savour the feeling as the pair’s mouths were attached to him quicker than anything, forcing soft whines out of him.

jaehyun’s tongue moved fast, experimenting with various shapes and techniques before he’d gently suck, the pressure becoming greater by the second. if that wasn’t enough, ten totally contrasted jaehyun, his tongue circling the nub teasingly slow. he dragged it up, at a steady pace, before drawing circles yet again. his teeth drew the breath out of taeyong.

“ah—“ he groaned, ten beginning to blow on the reddened skin. “p-please—“

“shhh, shh” jaehyun hushed him. his hand caressed his lower back. “it’s okay, little one.”

all taeyong could do was whine; he loved the quick pace that jaehyun presented. “ten-“

“what did you call me?” he pulled away scowling.

“m-master! i said master. i’m sorry sir.”

cocking his head with a frown, ten let out get another long sigh. “i should think so.”

yuta walked in. “oh.” his intimidating presence was enough to send taeyong into a deep state of regression, acutely fearing him just for a moment. “what do we have here?” “naughty boy thought he could steal from me again," he started, "that cream i got as a treat... i knew i shouldn’t have bought it.” ten shook his head at yuta, genuinely frustrated that their baby couldn’t do as he was told.

brat.

and jaehyun was the same. “he needs to learn better, don’t you think?” yuta began to stride over to the three of them, wedging himself between taeyong’s thighs. “oh, i see.” his finger made its way to the boy’s chin, lifting his head up to look into his eyes. “shouldn’t you listen, huh? you know stealing is bad. what happened to the good boy we saw all last week?”

he couldn’t say anything besides two words. “i’m sorry....”

“sorry who?”

“i’m sorry sir... i-i know i was bad...”

yuta laughed. “you know thieves go to jail, right?”

“e-even for taking food?!”

ten looked up at taeyong with such a patronising pout, his eyes glassy from smiling at how pathetic he looked. “oh baby,” he chimed in once more. “when they steal their master’s food... they get a much worse punishment.”

the poor boy pondered for a moment, his shorts beginning to feel tight all of a sudden. “what... like what? please-”

“why should we tell you?” yuta scowled, lips sealing onto taeyong’s own roughly for a moment as he began to unbutton his shorts.

“oh my fucking god.”

ten’s deadpan voice knocked yuta out of the kiss, to which he turned his head around curiously. ten’s eyes were fixated on the boy’s crotch, as were jaehyun’s, and soon yuta’s would be too. he turned back to look.

sigh.

“you fucking slut. why would you wear those?”

jaehyun imitated yuta’s sigh. “it’s like he knew this was coming...”

“little whore wants us to punish him. he only wears these to put on a show.”

the amount of disappointment and frustration cursing through the three of them was astonishing. if anyone found it too much, it was ten, purely because at that point he was so caught up in his dominant mindset he just wanted to get on with actually punishing taeyong.

“that’s it. down. c'mon,” he yanked him off by the wrist once yuta moved, dragging him into the living room where the other members where hanging out. ten sat him down on the coffee table. “show everyone what a naughty slut you are. come on. legs open.”

everyone was minding their own business, but being met with the (not-so) guilty pleasure of taeyong being naughty was far too interesting - and hot - to miss.

“oh, what’s he done?” doyoung asked.

jaehyun’s hands clasped the boy’s thrashing arm, gazing at him in such a stern way that it was enough to shut him up. “been a thieving little brat, that’s what.” “oh i fucking knew it,” johnny called from the other side of the room. “you told me your daddy said you were allowed. liar.”

the 'daddy' in question here was kun, who was blatantly pissed, for lack of a better word, upon hearing this. “he told you that? baby you are in for it... stealing and lying? you better be fucking ready honey.”

“no! no it’s not true!!”

“lying little fucking brat. thought you’d get away with it?”

“he really thought he could... shit.” even taeil was let down, his voice low and soft. it was so hot, taeyong thought, but that was as far as his mind could wonder as there was just too many people to pull him out of his imagination.

in the corner of the room, sicheng and jungwoo were sat. they were two other boys who had been claimed as the dominant members’ subs, and were extremely well behaved — at that point in time anyway.

“watch carefully, you two,” doyoung hummed, sat on the sofa beside them. “i don’t want this happening to you, okay?”

the boys nodded, eyes fixated on taeyong, desperate to see what he was in for. they wanted to be worried for him, their little hearts pleading for him to be freed, but their minds were focused on one other thing: the thought of him being fucked.

xuxi was laying back on the sofa beside doyoung, phone in hand. he was too busy doing who knows what before taeyong came in, and he wasn’t planning on stopping, but hearing his little whines and begs tore his eyes away; though he was still sat there looking so nonchalant, with such a lack of care. he mumbled, lips barely moving, “you should have just been good huh” and a small scoff escaped his lips. “whore.”

taeyong looked over to him in desperation, his eyes begging more than he verbally could. “i-“

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitch you’d get praised the way you love so much.”

“please,” the sub whined. “you know i’m s-so sorry”

he tore his eyes away from their leader (what an ironic position for him) for just a moment and smirked, raising his brows deviously when he looked back again; his voice was low as he teased, “cute... but you’re too dumb to know any better.”

yuta held his face and turned it back to look at him, degrading words falling out like no other. “useless fucking brat.”

upon being asked by jungwoo what was happening to poor yongie, doyoung could only explain in what the others called ’the daddy voice’, in which was ultimately his sweetly condescending tone of explaination. he adored babying the submissive members, especially jungwoo and sicheng. he hummed. “you see boys,” he began, a hand moving over the arm of the sofa to be met with jungwoo’s own, “he was very naughty. we need to decide what to do with him. but keep watching, okay? you’ll see what happens to such naughty boys.”

“but,” taeil called, “watch closely. you know taeil loves how good you boys are.” his smile was so fond, so sincere as he looked at them, to which sicheng clambered over to him and propped himself onto his lap despite the difference in height they possessed. he grit his teeth, muttering through them, “hyungie never wants to punish you the way this fucking whore is about to be.”

all eyes were on taeyong now as he begged even further, eyes welling up with tears before he was even touched. he wouldn’t stop repeating how much he wanted them to go easy on him.

kun was obsessed with knowing just how desperate the submissive boy was, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a stride towards him, smugly, crouching before him. he rested his finger on the protruding bone of his kneecap, drawing circles onto it as his velvet-coated voice spoke lowly. “you stole from your master, and then you lied about your daddy allowing it.” his stern tone was a total juxtaposition to the softness it held. “and you want us to go easy?” at this point, he almost looked sweet in the way that he laughed, but it was so sadistic, so hungry. “stupid. stupid little boy.”

“i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please!”

his finger now resting on his cheek, kun took his other hand and claimed the other side of his face. the poor boy looked so useless, devastatingly apologetic, yet so excited. it took so much out of the dominant to refrain from kissing him, though maintaining his stern demeanour was of upmost importance then. “hey. look at me, whore. stealing from us is one thing, but lying about it? why the fuck should we go easy on you kitten? huh? such a useless brat shouldn’t have a say in it anyways...”

“look at his panties,” xuxi groaned. it was inevitable that everyone’s gaze was to settle on just that; his pretty cock growing stiff and desperate, visibly twitching through the fabric with such a hunger to be touched. “he’s throbbing.”

the harder he grew, the louder his whines became. whines of both need and pleasure, the feeling of course becoming too much for him to handle alone.

“he loves it...” taeil tutted. he squeezed sicheng’s thigh.

yet another whine was dragged from taeyong’s lips, however this time it was more of a surprised sound which resonated. ten had come over behind him, fingers laced through his hair, yanking his head back to look into his starved eyes. “whore.”

his index and middle finger dived into his mouth, becoming engulfed by the warmth and texture of taeyong’s tongue; immediately, he ran the muscle over them, delving in and out of each crevice, coating them with saliva. in light of wanting to be a good little boy for his daddies, his master, you name it, he swallowed around the long, slim digits in attempt to replicate how masterful he was in deep-throating.

“you’ve been so fucking naughty, baby,” yuta’s hoarse voice chimed. “you’re going to do as you’re told for us now, okay? you better.”

humming in agreement, as he submitted even further to his members, taeyong rolled back his clouded eyes as the fingers were pulled from his mouth, dragging the slickness derived from it over his lips, cheeks, chin, jaw. he looked so pretty then, pouty lips glistening with his wet saliva all over them. it became mixed with even more of his own when he allowed the tip of his tongue to hang out of his mouth, beads of wetness coating his bottom lip as he panted and—

”ah!” taeyong’s moan was as good as a faint squeak, being pulled from him like the few hairs unpremeditatedly taken by ten’s hand, in a surprised response to kun’s fingers toying with his bulging cock. he was cruel in how he teased him, fingertips running along the length, dragging slowly, drawing patterns into it. he hardly had to do anything to force out drops of precum. it began pooling at the tip and soaking his pretty little panties.

“oh you messy boy,” kun hissed. “look at you.”

its a surprise no one was drooling over the sight (aside from poor sicheng, who couldn’t help but wish he was being touched too).

“hey hyung, move your hand, i wanna see how messy he’s being.” mark asked sheepishly and peered over kun’s shoulder. he was, in actual fact, one of the least likely members to take such action on taeyong — or any sub for that matter — however he couldn’t help but let out the soft dominant traits within him at a time like this.

kun grit his teeth. “if it weren’t for how naughty yongie’s been i would have punished you for not calling me daddy.” mark simply cleared his throat and stayed quiet, allowing kun to go back to his business with the sub. with a final stretch of teasing, which involved rubbing the pad of his thumb against his clothed slit, he sighed. “too much we could do to you, kitten...” the man cocked his head before standing up, clocking an idea as he did so.

“someone play with him while i get something. no cumming, hear me? if you do, you won’t be stopping. so be good.” and he gestured for jaehyun to move towards him as he disappeared to obtain his tools.

“understand him baby?” he shifted towards the boy with a voice as soft as velvet, hands caressing his upper arms in a silent reassurance that of course nobody was planning on truly, genuinely hurting him. they could never. taeyong nodded. “i understand...” he spoke in a tiny little voice, really. highly pitched and quiet, almost a murmur at times, breathy and wavering. much like the gasp that left him when jaehyun’s thumbs ghosted over his nipples once again, as before.

they were so hard, almost painfully so; the dominant smiled and basked in the glory of seeing him this way, asking if he was really that sensitive — and of course taeyong could only whine in response, eyes squeezed shut as he shifted in his seat as a result of the slightest contact.

xuxi called over towards him once more, a strain in his voice mimicking that in which he felt in his boxers. “look at him, my god.” his constant half-assed comments were sending the boy reeling. could he tell him that, though? at this point he couldn’t run the risk of saying much in case of his punishment becoming worse.

“you shouldn’t have been so bad, sweetie.” jaehyun leaned right in towards his ear, pressing a tiny kiss to it. he broke his demeanour for just a second. “you know the safe word, yeah?” his response came in the form of a reassuring nod and he was back into character once again. “good. looks like you might need it,” he grunted, bringing his lips down to his sensitive bud.

barely distant footsteps signalled kun’s return. poor taeyong had no clue what he had with him, what he was going to do with him, what he was thinking. it made his cock twitch with fear, excitement. “you’re in for it, little one. jae going easy on you? bet he is.”

the small whines of pleasure that emitted from him didn’t even stop once the said man moved out of kun’s way, his eyes being met with the likes of taeyong palming himself. “oh. you stupid fucking whore. you’re kidding me.”

“he really is a slut,” taeil hissed, fingers digging into sicheng’s thighs still. “you other pretty babies know better than this though, don’t you?”

the dynamic of the members was a perfect balance for them all. while yes, some members were switches (and others were not), in this moment itself, the doms were set solid, and so were the subs. while not exactly in a polyamorous relationship, events like this were not uncommon at all. in fact, no label had been put on their ordeal. the doms led the subs and it was their choice whether or not to obey them. poor taeyong’s choice was clearly the wrong one.

ten grew sick of how slow-moving this particular instance was. “stand up.” alongside kun, he tied his hands behind his back in a successful attempt to prevent him from touching himself any more. he felt his hand get tugged by someone sat on the floor beside him. he hummed in acknowledgement.

“what... what’s this?” jungwoo was so cute and innocent in his most submissive moments; it was adorable. in his other hand was a collar, one that kun was rather excited to finally try out on one of them, but had never gotten around to.

“oh baby, it’s a collar,” he took the accessory into his hands, eyes lighting up as he examined it. “well, a shock collar. for very, very naughty boys.” he spun himself around in order to place the item onto taeyong. “nice and tight around that pretty throat... we can’t have you walking around without it now, can we kitten?”

“no, sir...”

“you act as if we’re going to let him walk around at all.” doyoung stifled a chuckle upon seeing their beautiful, pathetic boy look so helpless against himself.

“guess we can’t be too careful,” johnny cocked a brow. “i mean, he’s already tried touching himself. who’s to say he won’t try to get out of punishment?”

firmly, harshly, kun spanked taeyong on the back of his thigh in order to earn a yelp. it stung, badly; kun’s always did. he had a strong wrist, presumably from the practice he’d had on sicheng after spending so much time with him promoting in china to which he winced seeing him in action once more. the poor thing shifted his own position on taeil’s muscular thigh, almost wishing he was in taeyong’s position just so he could feel the pleasurable sting of kun’s hand again. taeil’s fingers traced along the boy’s hands in acknowledgment, leaning in to mutter lowly into his ear. “soon, okay?” he pressed a kiss to his cheek. “later. be good for daddy, please.”

another yelp came from taeyong when ten pressed a button to trigger the collar. his desperate eyes squeezed shut, tears beginning to form within them. it was ensured that the collar hadn’t been placed on a high setting, they would never put taeyong in a position where he was in too much pain, but being the group of sadistic and masochistic men that they were, it set each of them off in one way or another. he was overwhelmed, poor thing, and at this point he was so close to sobbing apologies to them... not that it would change anything.

“did we say you could be so loud? since when could you do anything without asking? look at me, slut.”

“he seems to be doing a lot without asking lately.” yuta was gritting his teeth, hand subtly palming over his length which was trapped beneath a pair of jogging bottoms. something about seeing taeyong in such a helpless way made him feel helpless himself, unable to stop his hand from sneaking over his own crotch, despite the fabricated barrier of his clothes.

drool pooled at the corners of taeyong’s lips, tongue peeking out from over his bottom one which only created more spit to drop down in beads towards his chin. “so fucking messy,” yuta muttered yet again, rolling down the elastic of his joggers. he was imprisoned by his own need, not bothering to stop himself.

“filthy.” xuxi stood up, already shirtless, cock so evidently hard beneath his sweatpants (similar to that of yuta) while he made his way to the box that kun had brought in. he sifted through each item within it, pulling out a long, thick vibrator he knew personally would do just the trick for him. he knelt before the boy and looked through each setting.

“these,” he hummed, shifting from the low to medium settings, “are what i’d use if you were good. hm? help you cum nice and easy.” it was common knowledge between the boys that taeyong could barely take anything higher than medium. he was so sensitive that it all became too much, despite the pleasure that would shock through him, it completely overstimulated him, sending him into a body-jerking state of orgasm. “but this one...” xuxi placed the toy right beside his ear, highest setting buzzing too close beside him, forcing his back to twitch. “...is made for dirty whores like you who can’t behave. see?�� the toy was brushed over his crotch, legs now being held apart by yuta and johnny, and poor little taeyong bit harshly down on his lip to contain the moans and sobs he knew were inevitably coming. xuxi pulled the toy away.

“please...” the sub’s voice wavered, causing ten to cock a brow and hold up the collar’s remote warningly.

“patience, kitten.”

“y-yes, sir. i’m sorry.”

xuxi effortlessly switched his language to mandarin, which obviously only few members were able to understand. he turned his head to kun and ten. “can i bend him over? i want this in him. need to teach the slut to hold off from cumming.”

from taeil’s lap, sicheng whined. “you guys are so mean! you can’t do that, he’ll finish fast!”

“did you really just say that?” kun’s voice was stern, and he glared at sicheng ridiculously harshly. “seriously, my good boy being bad?”

“i suggest you be quiet little one.” ten agreed.

“okay, but,” dejun was sat on the other side of the room with guanheng who he himself was looking after. “isn’t it his fault if he’s gonna keep whining? just another one for us to punish..”

that kept him quiet.

kun nodded back to xuxi, arms crossed, brows knitted together. “bend him over.”

as xuxi began to stand up, taeyong almost sent himself into a minuscule panic, tears still pricking his bright eyes. “daddy! daddy please, what are you all saying?”

shock. again.

“don’t ask fucking questions you’re not allowed the answer to. got it?” ten spat, one brow cocked up in response to the boy’s brattiness. he eyed his fellow chinese-speaking members, humming. “he’s just so fucking slutty. don’t know what to do with him.”

it was then that xuxi’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he peered down at the toy in his hand. chinese dialect still dripping from his lips, he smiled in one of the most smug ways taeyong had ever seen.

“what if... we used two of these?”

and suddenly xuxi sat on the coffee table hastily, the veins in his forearms becoming more prominent the more frustrated he became; frustrated with taeyong, frustrated with himself, so desperate to just fuck the living daylights out of the poor boy he and the other members surrounded.

not yet.

he sat, patting his thigh in a signal for taeyong to come over. he was a good boy at heart, and knew exactly what he was needed for, so the boy stepped over to xuxi and lay over his lap. he was so small, fragile, it was painfully cute for the others to see — even the other submissives. as delicate as he was, he sure was in for a punishment. xuxi’s fingers dived into taeyong’s pretty mouth, almost replicating the way in which ten had him before. the boy’s tongue lapped at the two digits, coating them in saliva the way everyone so loved to see. his panties were pulled down without warning.

“c’mon,” xuxi grunted. “show us that pretty ass.”

little taeyong bucked his hips backwards in an attempt to show off, a tiny whine escaping him to aid this ambience he was so desperate to create. it was inevitable that xuxi was going to remove his fingers from taeyong’s lips to his oh so pretty hole.

“ah...” the boy breathed, barely making a sound as he was pushed into. xuxi was good at fingering, there was no doubt about it. his hands were huge, ridiculously so, especially in comparison to how tiny the sub was. one of xuxi’s hands practically covered half his ass, which was so hot to him. he adored being fucked by anyone, but something about getting fucked by someone so much bigger than him sent him into insanity.

xuxi’s fingers curled up against taeyong’s prostate, tiny little whines leaving his empty throat. he was panting, breathing so fast — the poor thing had barely been touched and he was already so desperate. he almost sobbed when he felt him pull his long, thick fingers out, leaving an emptiness he couldn’t wait to fill up.

xuxi replaced his fingers with the toy. taeyong whined, almost silently; he loved being filled so much it was indescribable. he just wanted to fuck himself on it for everyone since at this rate he wasn’t even sure that they would fuck him. he was picked up by the larger boy and told to sit back down on the dildo, to which he happily obliged. taeyong bottomed out. he heard mark swear somewhere behind him upon the sight of it, taking such a huge toy with ease. that was the thing about taeyong; he was a huge slut, taking everything he could, even if it’s too big for him. he loved it.

more whines escaped him, despite the toy not even being turned on yet. he desperately wanted to bounce for everyone and almost did, but ten knew. he had to warn him, “move and i’m using this again.” and held the remote up.

the soft sound of his painfully-hard cock slapping against himself could be heard as it twitched, purple and wet and desperate to be touched. it earned coos from the doms around the room, whines of sympathy from the subs.

“look at his cock,” johnny sighed. “wants to be touched so badly.”

taeil piped up, humming teasingly, “hm? want hyungie to come and touch you, kitten?”

low, frustratingly low - that’s how the toy’s setting could have been described once kun turned it on. airy little moans escaped poor taeyong’s throat as the vibrator hummed quietly, sending minute waves of pleasure through him. “ah.... ah... please.. i-it’s so deep...” the boy clenched around it with a gasp, voice higher and whinier. “xuxi, it... it feels like your... oh my god please!”

“use your words.” kun bluntly spat, with taeil moving to sit between taeyong’s thighs in the mean time. xuxi only scoffed, knowing damn well little yongie would never be able to say such words. he was already in enough trouble.

“my cock? yeah?”

poor taeyong nodded frantically, eyes squeezed shut and fists clenched together. his voice was higher than before. “y-yeah...” his thighs began to shake when taeil’s lips pressed tiny kisses to the head of his throbbing cock, twitching every time he came even close to touching him again.

“say it” he said from below him with an almost too-sweet grin.

“i-it’s a bad word..”

a harsh slap was left on his thigh, sweet gaze turned stern, eyebrow raised. “i told you to say it, so go.”

“xuxi’s cock!! i-it’s.. like his cock..”

the sound of the said boy sucking the air through his teeth could be heard from beside taeyong, and he was quite sure he saw his cock twitch at the sound of their submissive using such a naughty word. taeyong knew he had an affect on everyone, he knew how hot he was and he knew how much they all loved watching his every mood. sometimes he felt so intimidated, like a prey amongst predators waiting to devour him; essentially he was exactly that, sat there waiting to be teased and tortured and used over and over again. xuxi turned taeyong’s head towards his cock.

“i cant fucking stand here and do nothing.”

with absolutely no words to warn him, ‘yongie had his face pushed down onto xuxi’s huge cock. he was slow to start off, savouring the feeling of how warm and wet his mouth was around him. xuxi was never one to be slow all the time though, not when he was in domspace; he began fucking his face fairly harshly, and god did taeyong adore it. he smiled as much as he could, whining and drooling and rolling his eyes back as the toy continued to him inside his pretty hole, muffled moans beginning to break as he was drawn closer and closer to orgasm as his face was used like a fucktoy itself, as his slit was being teased by the pad of taeil’s thumb, (slowly, torturously, frustratingly) and as the vibrator worked inside him.. until, inevitably, kun turned it off and touched taeil’s shoulder in a silent signal for him to stop.

the boy continued to bob his head down onto xuxi’s own cock once he’d stopped thrusting and it was clear from the sound of his still-muffled moans that the motionless vibrator was hitting his favourite spot with each move.

they took it out. poor little taeyong was so empty, especially when his face was pulled away from xuxi’s cock, and he purely sat there whimpering and tearing up. “i have.. a request....” he choked out.

“huh? since when were you allowed to ask for anything?” yuta scowled, looking genuinely terrifying to all the subs in the room, particularly the subject of his question. his interrogating stare was enough to make the boy tremble, stern tone making his heart pound.

“p-please, its.. so you can all, uhm... finish....”

yuta stood back a little, gazing towards doyoung who just sat, relaxed, nodding towards taeyong to carry on.

“maybe you could all, uh, finish on me... a-and i can take it all, i promise...”

in simple words, xuxi was the one to begin, forcing taeyong to suck his huge cock yet again. ten untied his hands in order for him to be able to jerk off both him and kun, taeil and yuta did the same with sicheng whilst doyoung and jaehyun did with jungwoo. johnny and mark, who sat situated by each other, had a similar way of getting off, in which marks hand was wrapped around both his own and his hyung’s cock — guanheng was doing the same with dejun. the room was loud, loud with the sounds of these men feeling so much pleasure purely from looking at taeyong in the position he was. the boy was so hard, so needy, so desperate to feel any amount of their pleasure himself, but... he knew this was all for a good reason.

just as he began first, xuxi finished first, releasing ribbons of cum into taeyong’s pretty mouth. he was breathless, hoarse as he spoke, “don’t swallow. i want you all messy, my little cum dump.”

the little whore let the cum drip all down his face, off his tongue, down his chin. there was an innocent, smug look in his eyes, one that told everyone he knew exactly what he was doing — of course he did, he was nothing but a filthy slut without anything better to do.

ten came on his face too, hitting his cheek and chin as well.

“fuck. seriously, what a dirty cumslut.” he groaned, before kun gave the next instruction to the boy.

“open wide,” his voice was strained as he could feel the himself rushing towards an orgasm. “c’mon whore, daddy’s close, fuck—”

his face was glistening with the substance, and only three people had cum so far. his hands were now free yet again, and whilst sicheng pouted at now having to let go of his daddies, taeyong finished yuta off as well whilst taeil shot him that smile again. yuta’s cum, when it had released onto him, ran down his chest and collarbones, something in which was ridiculously hot in his and taeil’s eyes and he truly wished he could keep cumming and cumming over again in order to keep this sight ongoing. “messy boy,” taeil grit his teeth, one hand balled in sicheng’s hair as he’d knelt beside him, “i’m close, fuck, come on now.”

taeil was, surprisingly, a frequent curser when it came to getting off; he was always one to mutter fuck the most as he was drawn closer to orgasm and of course, this time was no exception. if anything he swore even more than usual. “shit,” he uttered. “shit, you look so hot fucking begging for our cum over you.”

taeyong smiled up at him so innocently, and taeil truly couldn’t contain it any longer. he came hard, all over ‘yongie and (in kun’s words) his worthless little body. it was all too much, too hot at this point. everyone began to circle round him.

“boys,” jaehyun cooed at sicheng, jungwoo, and dejun. “you’re cumming on him as well.” guanheng stood alongside them.

the poor subs always came so fast when they were told to, such obedient little ones who hardly ceased to make their doms proud. they painted their fellow sub with their cum, pale and glinting and almost glitter-like in the way it looked as if it glistened on his skin. a masterpiece, really.

as each man had finally finished on taeyong, they looked at what a pretty sight they had before them.

cum in, and dripping out of, his mouth.

all over his face.

down his chin.

his neck, chest, collarbones.

painting those pretty fingers.

what pretty little whore.

“maybe,” mark was finding it hard to catch his breath after cumming so much. “maybe he should be allowed to cum now..?”

the sub’s face lit up. his eyes darted between taeil, yuta, ten, and kun for approval.

“he should touch,” johnny hummed. “or should we touch him?”

taeil laughed; a real laugh, as if he had heard a joke. “no way. does it really deserve for us to touch that pathetic cock?”

“true,” ten agreed. “i think the slut should do it himself.”

they turned to kun, as if awaiting his final word of approval. the man raised his brows and folded his arms. “fine. listen here, little one. touch yourself. but if you don’t cum within 30 fucking seconds, you aren’t going to cum at all.” and his countdown began, a sadistic look plastered on each dom’s face, a mortified one on the subs’.

“go on. 30. 29. 28. 27.”

poor little taeyong had never worked so fast on himself before, whining so desperately and loudly as ten pushed the almost-forgotten vibrates back into his empty hole before turning it onto the highest intensity.

“th-thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou....” he began to genuinely sob with pleasure, desperation, want, need. “i-i’m so close, so close, ple-e-ease—“ words were broken into tearful chokes, his head thrown back and his hands warm with the speed of how he tried to chase his release. cum and tears all over his face... what a perfect sight.

“14... 13... 12...”

he came. the boy fucking came, finally, just as he needed, and he had honestly never came harder or whined louder in the entirety of his whole life. “th-thank you, sir, everyone, thank you, thank you, i’m sorry, i— ah...”

an unexpected flash from jaehyun’s camera caused him to wince, head snapping his way with the same fucked out look on him.

“so fucking pretty...” doyoung cooed as he looked from the camera screen back to taeyong, hand stroking jungwoo’s hair as he lay sleepily in his lap.

he went to lick the cum from his fingers but was stopped by taeil, who stood before him with a polaroid camera. “ah ah ah,” his smile was huge. “pose for me, come on kitten.” he tutted, as if cooing a real life animal.

taeyong smiled timidly and innocently stuck both fingers up in v's, showcasing the mess he had all over himself as if it was some prized possession. kun was shown the polaroid by taeil once it had developed, and they were both so enamoured by it they just knew they were going to display it up in the house for all to see.

“i think he’s learned his lesson,” he said, removing the toy before yongie collapsed to the floor after crying and cumming so much. he was exhausted, worn out. taeil took the opportunity to take yet another polaroid.

“come on, kitten,” johnny said, and lifted him up with some help from xuxi. “you need to get washed. i think it’s time for you to sleep.”

“mm,” he whined, eyes fluttering closed. “lemme lie... for a minute...”

he was regressing. they all knew it, he always did after getting a punishment like this. all they could really do now was help him into that space.

“oh kitten.” ten cooed. “you're too fucking cute.”

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Summer’s promise

xiaojun x reader

description. Your final moment with xiaojun at the beachside before the two of you go your separate ways. Or perhaps not.

genre. FLUFF, a bit emotional but bear with me im emotional rn <\3

word count. 2.9k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. i actually had a plot to this but realise that its not that good so ill limit it to this! its a very short and direct plot so cjdndn either way i hope you’ll enjoyyy

It’s three in the morning. Xiaojun had his fingers interlocked with yours as your hands met unintentionally at the back. You lean back while Xiaojun had his body forward. You rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling up in the crook of his neck while you find a comfortable spot. Eventually you did, breathing in to take in his scent.

The cold breeze touches your skin. Sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks you and Xiaojun are sitting on. You allow your legs to dangle freely on the edge. The night sky really setting the tone and atmosphere right just for the two of you.

“I don’t want to leave.” You mutter, lips brushing against his skin ever so lightly.

“You have to, love. Get back to your life in the city.” Xiaojun breathes out. Once again he calls you by the nickname love. A nickname you have grown to get too comfortable with in the short span of three months during your stay here.

“You know I’ll miss you.” You look up at him, your action causing to tilt his head down. Your eyes meet. His gaze staring into yours. It just feel so right, so perfect. To have you with him on a chilly night. For once, time has frozen for the two of you. You take in the moment quickly before it fades away.

“I said we’ll meet some day, didn’t i?” Xiaojun brings his free hand up to tuck a few strands behind your ear, you feel his chest moving up and down calmly as he tilts his head, taking a moment to admire every inch of your face.

You scoff, the side of your lip lifting up into a small smirk. “Uhuh. But you said to let fate do that for us.” You blurt out.

“Yes I did. And if fate doesn’t want us to happen, I’ll fuck it and find my own way to you. I just thought it’ll be a beautiful way to meet each other again.”

“Sending postcards of the cities we’re in? I’ll be in another country, Dejun. Still can’t get used to the idea but I somewhat see the beauty in that.”

Xiaojun chuckles softly. Oh the chuckle. No matter how many times you’ve heard it, it really still makes you feel some type of way.

His hand slowly creeps down to your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You lift a hand, you didn’t know where to put it. You just want to touch him. Absentmindedly, it arrives at his hair, threading your fingers through his soft and fluffy locks. Maybe that’s why your hand went there. To feel it for one last time before you leave.

“I want to stay here. With you. With your run-down, aesthetically pleasing tiny bookstore. I want to have you reading me poems. Or any book, huddled up in one corner while you read till I fall asleep in your arms.”

You let out a gloomy sigh, making Xiaojun put on a frown. You frown back, leaning in to give a quick peck on his nose to make him smile. And it worked. As it always did. And as it always should.

“What’s the time duration of letting fate bring us together again?”

Xiaojun purses his lips into a thin line, the gears in his head turning immensely as he tries coming up with an answer. “That’s for fate to decide too.”

You furrow your eyes, skeptical at his answer. “This summer... Has been the best one yet for me.”

“I’m thankful I agreed to Lucas inviting me here. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.” You let out. The two of you stare into the blankness ahead of you, admiring the sight of the moonlight reflecting on the sea, giving it a beautiful glow.

“Promise you won’t forget me? Whatever we did during this summer. Don’t forget a single detail.” You start off.

Xiaojun raises both his eyebrows, allowing you to continue.

“No matter how long it takes for us to see each other. No matter where our life takes us. Whatever that’s going to happen in the future. Promise me you won’t forget what we had here.”

Xiaojun leans in and places a loving kiss on the crown of your head. He stays there, prolonging the kiss.

“I promise. It’s not an empty one, don’t worry. Like I said, if fate won’t allow it, I’ll still find my way to you regardless.” Xiaojun reassures you, his lips still touching your hair. He finally pulls away, wrapping an arm around your shoulders while yours creep to wrap around his torso.

And that’s the last time you saw Xiaojun. You stayed there till five, knowing you have to go back and pack your things before leaving.

You thought about what he said. Fate. He keeps mentioning it. But to be honest, you didn’t believe in it. Anything can happen during the time the two of you are apart. How long will it take for fate to bring you two together? Will he even remember you by then?

He promised but again, anything can happen. You were unsure and uncertainty clouded your thoughts throughout. You were scared, but you had to trust him. You had to believe. Xiaojun will come back to you.

Four years. You’ve been waiting for four years. The only thing that reminds you of him is the ring bought you. Cheap, but holds a deep meaning you can barely hold onto anymore. Your fingers fiddled with the ring for a moment.

“_____!” Lucas calls out. You quickly put your hands down and clasp them behind your back. “Yeah?”

“My friend’s having a wedding this weekend. Was thinking of inviting you.” You pucker your lips, looking up to think before tilting your head back to Lucas, nodding your head.

“Sure, why not?” You reply with a light shrug.

“Don’t forget to bring a date.”

Your eyes narrows as you cock up a brow. “We need a date to a wedding?” You huff out, scoffing lightly after.

Lucas hums and nods his head eagerly. “Duh! Plus, the wedding will be at some grand place since he’s rich. Lucky him.” Lucas says boringly with a glare.

“Yeah. Pretty sure he got that money from illegal racing.” You let out a ‘tsk’, shaking your head and acting disappointed.

“Uh no it’s legal, dumb.” Lucas retorts. “Anyways just ask someone from your work place. Oh maybe that YangYang? You’re close with him, aren’t you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah.” You blurt out. Lucas smiles and walks towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder and patting it once. “I’ll text you the details.”

“You better keep your promise.” Yangyang bores you. The two of you are sitting down at a corner, watching the other people that were invited being social. Something the two of you have in common despite not relly liking each other that much.

You groan, placing your glass of alcohol on the table. “Yes, Yangyang. I’ll get you your damn cupcakes.” You growl. Yangyang chuckles, letting out a sigh after.

“Thanks.” He whispers. You let out a ‘tsk’ while throwing him a glare.

The two of you didn’t talk much. You had nothing to talk about either. It has just been comfortable silence between you two for the past two hours. You would heard bits and pieces of stranger’s conversation. That’s how bored you were.

You suddenly see Lucas running up to you, looking completely frantic. You shot up from your seat and catch Lucas in your arms. He stands up straight and catches his breathing. “He’s here.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Who? The groom?” You ask, tiptoeing to see across the crown if the groom has arrived. Lucas gapes his mouth open with furrowed eyes. “No, idiot!”

“I don’t know how, but he’s here. Your little beach boy.”

You give an even more skeptical look, making Lucas groan and grab your arms. “He’s fucking here after four years and you’re giving me that face?!”

“Yeah because I highly doubt you saw him. He’s literally countries away. I think you’re being delusional.”

Lucas shakes your body vigorously, making you scream and asking him to get off of you. He finally does, looking extremely frustrated with you. “Bitch I’m not kidding. He’s by the dessert area with some guys.”

You snort, laughing slightly after as the alcohol starts to seep into your weak system. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll believe it sure.”

“Is she already fucking drunk?” Lucas turns to YangYang, who was staring at a fixated spot in the venue till he was called. “She drank a bit yeah.” Lucas places a palm on his forehead.

“Chill, I didn’t drink. I’ll take care of her.” YangYang deadpans. Lucas lets out a disappointing sigh. “Well whatever. See you around man.” Lucas waves a lazy hand at YangYang. He didn’t even bother to wave back, turning his attention to you who had your body slouched forward while leaning against the table with your chin resting on the palm of your hand.

During the wedding, you weren’t paying attention to anything. The event, your surroundings. Nothing. Instead, you are constantly stealing a glass every time a waiter or waitress walks by. The moment they take your empty glass away, you take another one. Surprisingly, you got drunk . Very drunk. And very quickly as well.

You didn’t even know why you suddenly want to get drunk. You know yourself well enough to know that you would be dizzy by two drinks. You’re now on your fifth.

You stand up, wanting to go to the toilet. Losing your balance, you trip, causing YangYang to immediately hold you by your torso. You grab onto his arm, gulping before shaking your head. “I can go myself.”

“Where are you going?” Yangyang asks softly. “I need to pee.” You whine, pushing YangYang off you and slowly head there, clearly staggering and having YangYang help you along the way.

“Okay. I’ll be waiting outside. Don’t take too long.” YangYang shouts out while you go into the toilet, hands placed on the wall constantly throughout your trip in and out.

It didn’t take you long luckily. You thought you had to vomit but it turns out you didn’t.

“Oi. Xiao Dejun.” YangYang turns his head to you, his body leaning against the wall and folding his arms. He stands up straight, tilting his head and wondering if you’re referring to him.

You run up to him, wrapping your arms around your waist. You giggle for a moment before changing your expression to an angry one. YangYang wasn’t sure of how to react, he’s never seen you drunk before.

“Fuck you. It’s been four years. Where are you?” You whine, constantly punching on his chest with a balled fist. YangYang blinks his eyes in confusion while multiple eyes glance at you as they pass by thr toilet. YangYang clears his throat, lightly tapping your back as a signal to get off him. Obviously it’s not working.

“Dejun~ You little shit...” You mumble to yourself. You eventually allow your body to fall against YangYang’s, having him to catch you and hold you steadily while you dug your face into his chest.

“Get off her.” You suddenly hear a voice. You couldn’t make out where you’ve heard it from. It’s like the voice from a distant and clouded memory. You try squeezing your brain for information, constantly asking yourself where you’ve heard it before, but you blacked out almost immediately after hearing YangYang reply with a, “Who are you to tell me that?”

You wake up with your head banging, the world spinning as you have a bad headache. Wincing, you put your hands on your head, massaging to try reducing the pain. On top of you being a lightweight, you have terrible hangovers as well.

Fuck. You thought to yourself. It took awhile to get back to your senses, noticing how you’re in an unfamiliar place. Looking around, you’re on a bed. Large, comfortable and soft. The room looks plain, and you didn’t know where you are.

Did you have a one night stand last night?

As soon as the thought came to your mind, you look under the covers. You heave a sigh of relief, seeing that you still had your dress on.

You try getting out of bed, instantly plopping back down as your head starts to spin again. You whine, turning your body to the side as you dig your head into the pillow. You were so desperate in trying to do anything to stop it.

“Here’s some hangover soup.” You heard it again. The voice. The only thing you remembered from last night.

You hear the door open. Your eyes trail from the sheets, slowly but surely looking up to meet the gaze of him.

You squint your eyes. Your vision’s extremely blurry. Rubbing your eyes to get a clearer view, you are finally able to see the face in front of you. The sight makes you widen your eyes in shock. You move your body back quickly, your head hitting the headboard of the bed and making you wince in pain.

You hear him chuckle.

There’s no way.

“Dejun?” You mumble, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed in confusion.

He clicks his tongue, nodding. “Still a klutz after all these years.” You hear him say as he makes his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Wait. I’m not hallucinating? Fuck is it my hangover?” You scratch your head, still refusing to believe the sight in front of you is real.

After four years, he suddenly shows up with you in his bed. Xiaojun is here.

He lets out a quiet sigh. “I was at the wedding last night.” He explains, reaching out to put the soup on the side table before turning to you and crossing hus legs.

“How did you...”

“Some friend invited me.”

You kept silent, wanting to take a good look at his face. He still has it. His handsomeness. Sharp features that could kill like a knife. Hair perfectly wet, still jet black like how it was before. He didn’t change in terms of appearance. Or maybe perhaps to looks a thousand times better now that you’ve seen him after so long.

“How did you find me...?” You stutter. “Four years. It took your four fucking years.” You croak, suddenly letting your emotions fill your mind. You gulp and take in deep breaths, wanting to stop yourself from crying. Too late.

A single drop of tear rolls down your cheek. Your eyes welling up and about to overflow in seconds. Xiaojun wastes no time to pull you into his embrace, arms wrapping around you and holding you close.

This feeling. The comfort, the way he touches you. The feeling you get from this. It all comes back to you. It’s true that you remembered everything from last summer. But to have them resurface just from his single touch after being shoved deep in the back of the head.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I took so long, love.” The nickname. Another thing that makes you cry even more. You hug him tightly, hands gripping onto his black sweater as it slowly gets wet from your tears.

“How did you find me?” You ask again, looking up at him, indulging yourself in his eyes that look down on you filled with love and care.

Xiaojun frowns. “You sent me postcards from different cities. Every time I went there, you’d be gone and to another one. You don’t know how frustrating it was...”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Absentmindedly bringing your hand up from his waist and to his neck, drawing circles on it. “I traveled a lot. To get you off my mind. But I realise I always had to send you something. Something to hope that you’ll still remember be.”

“You said to let fate decide.”

Xiaojun lets out a low chuckle, one that makes a shiver being sent down your spine as you feel his chest moving from it.

“I waited for a year. But I couldn’t handle not seeing you. You didn’t start sending postcards till the second year. So I instantly started looking for you.”

His hand swiftly goes down to yours, his fingers trailing down your skin. Again, his touch, is everything to you. You suddenly feel alive. Even your headache went away miraculously.

“My ring...” Xiaojun mumbles under his breath, his thumb caressing it slowly. You hum. “I took it off for awhile actually. I didn’t think I’d see you again cause’ I thought... After our summer, we’d be nothing but ancient history.”

Xiaojun frowns deeply, making you pout. “Meanie. I told you I don’t keep empty promises.”

You lean in close to his face, so close that your noses were touching. “I’m sorry, I was scared. About the fact that three months wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

Xiaojun presses his forehead against yours gently, his action making you gulp while holding your hands and interlocking his fingers with yours.

“You mean a lot to me. The three months was short, yes. But the things we did there, you know I can never forget it.”

Xiaojun leans in more, this time to the point where his lips brushed yours while he speak.

You close your eyes for a moment. “I missed you.” You whisper, soft but sincere.

“I missed you more, love.”

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