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Two Moons: Chapter 7

I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty. 🌙

Preview: His wolf awoke from it’s deep sleep as the moon above reigned. The animal suppressed for weeks, starved. His alpha scent layered with hunger, with need, drifting into your bedroom and washing over you. Calling to you. Luring you.

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Preview, Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6

Summary: The Lee pack merging with yours would ensure the future of your kind. But you never expected to end up caught in the middle of the two pack leaders.

Pairing: Baekhyun/reader, Taeyong/reader

Featuring Neos: Ten, Johnny

Genre: ABO, Smut, PWP, Slow burn

Warning: 18+   Graphic smut, dirty talk, knotting, spanking, marking, dry humping, scenting. Alpha/Omega dynamics (can be interpreted as dubcon but is not intended). Please read to your comfort level.

Word Count: 4k

A letter had arrived from Baekhyun. He was on his way back and with that news you spent the next few days happily. You went out swimming with Ten, wasting the daylight away by the water and doing your best to ignore Taeyong and your lingering thoughts. You didn't share your anxieties with your friend, deciding it would be better to speak to Baekhyun before anyone else.

So you said nothing when you returned home that night to find the house perfumed with the alpha's scent, sudden and sharp. It startled you, questioning for a moment if you'd slipped back into a dream. But Ten seemed immune as you both made your way upstairs to bathe.

You went off to your room, claiming to be tired before shutting yourself away in the bedroom. From in here it was barely detectable, drowned by Baekhyun's aroma. You showered, slipping into a robe before swaddling yourself in your nest. It'd failed to keep the dreams away last night but it didn't matter. Just one more night and everything would be okay. You shut your eyes excited to wake to the return of your pack leader.

The night rolled on, Taeyong's pheromones permeating throughout the house as they grew stronger and the last dose of suppressants weakened. He slumbered but his wolf awoke from it's deep sleep as the moon above reigned. The animal suppressed for weeks, starved. His alpha scent layered with hunger, with need, drifting into your bedroom and washing over you. Calling to you. Luring you.

It was near dawn when you rose from your bed, the pull toward the alpha stronger than ever. Once again your feet carried you as you slept to his bedroom door, robe coming undone on the journey down the stairs.

The wolf sensed your presence close by--stirring awake-- eyes black. Swinging the door open to find you standing there, fully displayed. You were perfect, his mind feral as he took in every inch, possession and want consuming his brain. Mine.

Acting only on instinct, a growl rumbled through him as he grabbed your waist pressing you quickly against the door, stomach first. Pressed his body flush against you, cock to your ass, nose burying into your neckline, taking deep inhales. Attempting to drown in you. The alpha's eyes rolled shut, cock hardening and he rutted against you, nearly whimpering from how good it all felt. He wanted to take, wanted to cover you in his scent.

Taeyong shoved against you with force, the door banging against the wall with a thud and you jerked awake. His weight heavy as the wolf desperately rocked against you the thin material of your robe the only barrier left.

You couldn't see him but registered his smell before anything else, your omega crumbling at the potency. It was so strong, nearly too much, riddled with anxious need. "Taeyong?" you gasped from under him, mind muddled.

He growled again, door banging loudly with every forceful thrust. His nose dragged up your neck, scenting you. "Mine."

You shivered at the territorial act, one reserved for a mate. You flushed, whimpering under him, realization setting in at what was happening. This wasn't a dream. His arms framed around you, bodies flushed together, movements rough. Your naked breasts rubbing against the door, noticing then you were partially naked.

The wolf's pajama pants constrained his stiffened cock and he grew frustrated at the friction. Reached down to gather your robe and your hands flew back to stop him in panic. "Taeyong!" He froze at his name, fists clenching the material. You gripped his hands, digging your fingers in.

"You have to stop. L-listen to me," you pleaded. "You can stop." Your voice shook, nails digging into his skin. You were afraid he'd go into a rut, you'd never seen an alpha lose control before. You didn't know what to do except talk him down. It didn't take much, the fear is your voice and scent startling the wolf.

"Taeyong, please."

He let go of the robe, taking a step back and you quickly retied it covering yourself. He took another step away, shaking his head as reason came rushing back. You turned crossing your arms over yourself and watched as warm brown seeped back into his irises, wolf subdued for the moment.

He looked down at you, horror in his eyes, purely human. "I'm sorry--"

Then he turned, rushing to the front door before bursting outside heading for the woods. He didn't get far his form collapsing against a tree trunk, throwing a hand out to steady himself. You hesitated for a second but something drove you forward, following him.

Seeing his doubled-over form you rushed over. The alpha squeezed his eyes shut swaying on his feet. "You have to leave," his voice sounded strained.

You shook your head, your omega driving you forward, closing the space between you and reaching for him but he flinched back. "Please, go." He looked pale.

You knew what had just happened should have scared you, at least worried you -- for your own safety -- but you found yourself concerned. Stubborn. "I'm not leaving. What's going on Taeyong, are you okay?"

You kept your distance this time, but the wolf grit his teeth. "Why won't you listen."

Your omega flattened her ears, feeling scolded. But you did not retreat. His large eyes stared at you, and he paused. Sensing your concern soothed his frustration.

“I’m sorry, you just don't understand—“

"Then explain it to me,” you cut in, bringing a hand to your neck. He'd left his trace on you. It was the least he could do.

He huffed, anxiously running a hand through his hair and looking away. "I can't."

You hesitated, but under the waning moon, spurred on by his pheromones, you shut your eyes sniffing the air. A shiver ran down your spine. "I can smell you again. Since yesterday.”

His eyes snapped back to you in surprise. So the suppressants had worn off completely. That's why he'd practically mounted you, his wolf overtaking him. He was losing this battle.

"I’ve been dreaming of you too. Since… since we met,” you whispered. Recalling that evenings dream, flushing slightly. “Its not just me is it?” The question felt wrong as it fell from your lips. It questioned everything you knew.

Taeyong looked paler a sheen of sweat lining his hairline. Pupils growing darker, frozen in place.

You took a step closer but he didn't move away, staring down at you instincts keeping him there, his alpha wanting to be near you. He was weak for you. "Tell me the truth," you said quietly.

His fingers dug into the tree trunk, bark snapping and crumbling to the floor. After a while he spoke again, voice filled with restraint. “Does it make a difference."

But he didn't deny it.

You felt the push and pull, both of you doing your best to not crash land into each other. Did it? Were you prepared for the truth?

You thought of Baekhyun. Of your troubles. And of how much you loved him, and how much he cared for you. You hardly knew anything about the alpha in front of you. You knew him mostly in dreams and that was a very different Taeyong. He was trembling now and you backed away slightly. Unsure.

Taeyong’s large eyes were turning black, glossy. You could read them easily, like orbs, and just then they looked at you sadly. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

A moment later you both caught the incoming wind, heads turning toward the dense forest. Dawn was now breaking, sunlight peaking through the clouds and in the distance came the thundering sound of paws against the earth.

You recognized Baekhyun's scent instantly and in a moment he emerged through the trees in human form, as if summoned.

The wolf next to you stiffened, your alpha standing at a distance gazing at you both with narrowed eyes. You were conscious of your proximity taking another step back, Taeyong's eyes snapped to you as you moved away. The air felt tense and you stared at Baekhyun, overwhelmed by them both. Somehow this was not the reunion you'd imagined but it felt so good to see him. Turning away from Taeyong you headed toward the other wolf. "Baekhyun--"

He approached you, stopping abruptly a few feet away a strange look crossing his face. “Why are you dressed like that?” You paused, confused. Forgetting you'd run out in your robe.

The alpha lifted his nose to the air, inhaling, a low growl rumbling through him. He looked passed you at Taeyong.

"You scented her?"

You froze, bringing a hand to your neck.

The younger wolf was a sight-- clammy and eyes nearly black. Still slumped against the tree. He shut his eyes swallowing thickly before speaking.

“I need the medicine…” he croaked. You could sense his anxiety, his scent growing sharp.

Baekhyun took a step closer growing angrier, fist reaching into his pocket and pulling out the bottle of pills. The favor he'd left his pack for. Every question he had on his journey back clicking into place as he watched the younger alpha unravel. He tossed the pills at his feet.

You watched as Taeyong quickly picked up the bottle tearing the lid open and dry swallowing a pill. Baekhyun's eyes shifted back to you, concern washing over his features. "Are you OK? Did he hurt you?"

You quickly shake your head. "No! He didn't-- I'm fine.”

His eyes narrow and you cower slightly, anxious. “What happened?"

You frown. "I don’t know exactly… Let’s go inside and talk ok, I’ll explain—“

"She doesn't understand," Taeyong cut in, voice flat.

Baekhyun recognized the tone of protectiveness in his voice, the three words crawling under his skin.

“And you do? Should I be asking you then, what the hell happened?” The pack leader glared at him, turning away from you, air growing tense.

Taeyong stared at him, then slid his eyes to you.

"Y/n, go home."

Baekhyun doesn't look at you as he says it, doesn't take his eyes off Taeyong.

You didn’t move, afraid. "Baekhyun, wait" you plead. But you'd never seen him this angry, the alpha seeing red, snapping. Finally looked at you as he repeated himself, this time using his alpha voice. "Go home and wait for me there. Now. "

The command was instant, like marionette strings tugging at your limbs. Like a force no omega could fight. Every alpha had the ability to strip an omega of their free will with simple words. But in the Byun pack, no alpha dared abuse that power. It was so unlike Baekhyun.

You stared at him, hurt, tears falling as your body jerked you backward involuntarily. Taeyong made a sound of protest stepping forward and in a flash Baekhyun burst into form with a furious growl, rounding on him. You're pulled farther away, walking back to your home, catching a glimpse of Taeyong shifting before they're lost from view. But the sounds are horrible. The strings carry you forward until you're inside, releasing you once you pass the threshold.

You react instantly, trying to go outside to find help. But you can't cross the front door - an invisible barrier keeping you inside. He'd told you to wait for him here.

"Fuck!" you curse, running upstairs and bursting into Ten's room to find him tangled up with Johnny. Thankfully fully dressed, but obviously caught making out on his bed. You don't even care, and they stared at you in shock, Ten ready to shout but he instantly sees the tear tracks on your face.

"Are you okay?" he stood up quickly, the tall alpha following suit.

"You have to go -- find Baekhyun and Taeyong -- they're outside. I think they're fighting--"

Ten's eyes go wide "What?!"

But Johnny springs into action, heading for the door. "Where?"

"The woods just ahead-- hurry!"

He disappeared and you burst into tears. Ten held you, sitting you both down on the bed. It took a long time to calm down, but once you did, you told him everything.

~*~

Time seemed to stretch as you waited for an update, Johnny returning after what felt like hours.

"They're fine. Jaemin and I found them."

He stood at the doorway, kept his face composed, revealing nothing. Ten and you stared at him with bated breath.

"Well? What happened?" Ten snapped after few seconds.

Johnny met your gaze. "You should talk to Baekhyun first."

"But he's okay?" you pressed.

The alpha nodded. "Yes but…he's not happy. He's on his way. I came to grab some clothes for him… and Taeyong's things." He cleared his throat, appearing uncomfortable.

"Is Taeyong--"

"He's fine too." Johnny finished, "He's back at his place."

You stiffened slightly, Ten's arms around you squeezing you in response. "Did the medicine…help?"

Johnny watched you for a moment before nodding again.

You stood up, feeling an odd sense of relief mixed with nerves. "I'll get some clothes."

Johnny and Ten began to clear the guest bedroom of the alpha's things, which didn't take long as he brought very little with him. You met them downstairs, handing Johnny a fresh set of clothes for Baekhyun. Asked Ten to leave, because you wanted to talk to your alpha alone once he arrived. The pair left together, and you paced the living room anxiously.

Taeyong's scent lingered, it fogged your brain in a way you weren't used to. It was distracting so you lined the hallway with candles, lighting them one by one. You entered the guest room, it was strongest here and you paused, letting it wash over you. It was unnerving, the effect it had on you. Your wolf content and blissful.

But you busied yourself, lighting more candles and changing the bedding, opened a window to allow ventilation.

Your ears perked at the sound of the front door opening and closing. Footsteps followed down the hallway and Baekhyun appeared at the doorway in the outfit you'd arranged. He glanced around at the candles.

“You shouldn't have bothered. It reeks of him.”

You took him in, he looked handsome as ever. But his scent was sharp. Perhaps it seemed stronger because of his absence. Perhaps because he was upset.

"Are you hurt?" you asked quietly.

"No,” he said, tone even. “He wouldn't fight back.”

"Did you…hurt him?" you say carefully.

Baekhyun stared at you, face blank, a few beats of silence pass. "Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head. "I told you he didn't."

The alpha stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him before nearing the bed, glancing down at it. "You changed the sheets."

The air in the room seemed to shift once the door shut, hanging heavy around you. Dim daylight spilled into the room through the curtains, the candles providing a warm glow.

"I thought the smell would bother you."

Baekhyun continued to stare at the bed, as if in thought.

"You can smell him." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Not always." You moved closer.

He turned toward you bringing a hand to the side of your neck, moving your hair out of his way. "Can you smell him on you now?"

His hand was warm to the skin, but you shivered, staring up at him. He had a strange hunger in his eyes, his woodsy scent filling your senses, soothing as always. You wanted to calm him too, so you leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer as he kissed you back. But the alpha pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes still shut.

"That night I found you in here…"

You shook your head before he could finish. "Nothing happened." The words felt half true.

He took a step back, cupping your face in both of his hands. "I don't have to worry about you do I?"

Your heart skipped as you shook your head in his hands.

"And nothing happened?"

"No-- but we have to talk--" the wolf was walking you backward toward the bed, pushing you down on it and moving over you quickly. "--Baekhyun, wait--"

But he didn't, bringing his face over your neck, nosing at it, covering the other alpha's pheromones "I hate that you smell like him." Slid a hand up your neck, long fingers wrapping around. “I shouldn't have left you.” Squeezing.

Your eyes went heavy, arching against him. This was the reunion you'd pictured in your mind but it was clouded with distractions. The younger wolf's smell clinging to the room, melding with Baekhyun's and you shut your eyes weakly. "Wait--"

You wanted to talk, but you didn't sound like you meant it.

Baekhyun brushed his nose along your neck where he'd scented you, hips pressing down tightly. You felt his weight shift, pinning your body down against the bed harder. Kisses littered you neck, the alpha’s tongue slipping out from time to time to wet the skin. Trying to mask it.

You relaxed giving in to his need, you'd missed this. He quickly stripped you, tugging your top off and flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your shorts down to your knees. He looked down at you hungrily.

The air around you thickened, body heat and pheromones radiating and you sensed his scent as it filled the room. It was almost unfamiliar, almost alarming. The alpha’s sweet woodsy aroma spiked and dissipated into something you couldn’t place, like fire turning to ash.

A slender hand roamed up your spine to your throat, long fingers circling it and a thumb locking itself under your jawline, dipping your head back. His free hand sliding over your butt, stopping at your hips and sharply dragging you back to meet his grinding pelvic bones— cock hard between your folds. A deep growl escaped him, and it dizzied your omega. With a squeeze of your neck, he slid in inch by inch until he filled you.

Rolling your eyes shut, you allowed the alpha’s hunger to overtake you. His scent, his cock, his hands on your neck and hips becoming your focus. Baekhyun didn’t wait, drawing his hips back and then burying himself in deep. He pressed your neck to the bed, so your lower half lifted higher into the air and began a rapid pace.

The alpha glanced down to watch as he fucked you, butt and thighs slapping against him until your skin ached and he hoped you'd bruise. He groaned, bringing his free hand down to slap the skin, wanting to make sure of it. Baekhyun wanted you to bare his marks, the need overwhelming him as he spanked harder, pounding in faster, moving to the other cheek when he was satisfied with the glaring hand print he’d left behind.

Lewd sounds of skin slapping skin filled your ears, gritting your teeth to bite back the moans that threatened to pour from you. Skin stung and your neck ached, but Baekhyun’s cock angled into you perfectly. He knew your body and it showed. Slick poured thicker from you and when he slowed, you whimpered.

“So wet…” his voice broke, the unusual low tone should have been a sign but you shivered, squirming under him in need. Distracted and overwhelmed. Baekhyun groaned watching his cock slide in and out slowly, coated in your slick. “Fuck baby, you look so good taking my cock.”

He slapped you again, and you cried out. Releasing your neck Baekhyun tangled his fingers in your hair gripping and tugging your head off the bed then continuing his brutal pace. Screaming, you scrambled hands underneath you to grip the mattress and maintain your balance, body shoving forward with each thrust, Baekhyun tugging you back onto his cock by the hair. You gave him what he wanted, moaning freely and loudly. “Baek— fuck, please—“

“Mine,” he growled, leaning forward to bite your shoulder eyes squeezing shut as he thrust quickly and desperately feeling you squeeze and drip around him. You were close, he could tell, but his need felt insatiable. He buried his teeth into the opposite shoulder, licking at the wound.

Sliding his hands around your torso, he brought your back to his chest as he thrust, face buried in your neck. “I love you so much, baby, so perfect for me.” You whined at the praise and Baekhyun thinks he heard you say you were going to come, but his head was lost in your wet warmth and scent, sucking at your neck until it bruised.

When you came, he stilled, pressing his cock-head to your spot and grinding. You shook in his arms, and in a moment he flipped you— back to the bed, dick still hard and inside you, admiring your face. Eyes shut, breathing heavy, fucked- out. But then the need overcame him again, almost painful as he hooked your thighs at his sides, leaning on his forearms and ramming back into you. Groaning as you spasmed around him. “B-Baekhyun—“ he moved his mouth quickly, swallowing your protest with a kiss, his thrusts rough and needy.

He could feel your thighs shaking around him, probably from overstimulation. And all he could do was ride you, opening your mouth further with his tongue.

Whimpering you tipped your head back for air, bringing hands to his back digging in your claws and dragging them down his spine. All you could do was take it.

Baekhyun’s eyes roll at the sensation, lids heavy as they reopen. Eyeing at the exposed skin of your throat with tunnel-vision. You had your eyes pressed shut, body aching. You don’t see as the alpha’s eyes dilate and darken, zeroed in on the junction between your shoulder and collar bone. Misses as his tongue runs over his fangs, closing in on your neck.

But you feel it, the minute his cock begins to swell inside you, the drag and push of his dick becoming painful. Feel the vibrating growl that rips through the wolf as his knot begins to form, feel his lips and then his teeth pressing to your skin. Fear devoured you— just as Baekhyun prepared to do the same— and you stiffen and scream his name. Not in pleasure, but in panic.

The wolf inside the man flinched, retreating as if it’d been kicked— and Baekhyun pulls out stumbling back against the bed. Gold seeps into his irises, and his heart sinks at the sight before him. You, gazing back at him wide-eyed, hand pressed to your neck. “You…you’re knot…” you whispered, tears filling your eyes. “You can’t.”

War raged inside Baekhyun, attempting to maintain control of his wolf, of his temper, of what he knew had arrived- his rut finally triggered. The man in him knowing he never wanted to frighten you. But he had no experience reigning in an alpha in a rut. No experience being turned away by an Omega— his omega. When all he wanted was to claim you, to fuck you full of his cum.

He didn’t understand. You’d both waited years for this. His cock throbbed painfully, body aching all over to be back inside you.

“Y/n…” he buried his hands into the sheets, breathing heavy through his nose, eyes hard as they pin you down. “I have to— I need you— it hurts.” He watched as a tear escapes, trailing down your cheek and then met your eyes again. It gave you away. The guilt in them.

Even you're not sure why you said it, but you did. “I can’t.”

Baekhyun trembled, his fears rising to the surface. The lust fueled heat overwhelming his instincts and anger combining dangerously. His wolf was dejected, feeling denied what was instinctually his, the man, heart-broken. You watched, afraid, inching up the bed in worry.

It breaks the balance, the alpha growling gripping your calve, tugging your body down and underneath him, splayed on your back, pinning your wrists near your head. He beared his teeth at you, alpha voice ordering you to not move. The forced submission causes tears to flow freely, but you freeze and go pliant under the wolf.

“Is it because of him?”

The question came from Baekhyun, tone distinctly different, quiet, defeated. You feel a wet tear fall on your cheek, not your own. And you hated every minute of this. The silence stretched and the hold on your wrists became bruising. “Answer me,” the alpha this time demands.

“I don’t know,” is the forced response, because in truth, you didn’t.

And then he’s gone from the bed. The weight of his body, pheromones, and alpha voice lifted. You saw him only for a moment at the door, wrenching it open before disappearing from view.

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Taeyong — A Cup of Coffee Part. 3

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Public Indecency (M)

Taeyong/Reader Summary: You go on a classy date with your boyfriend, but it somehow ends up with you not so classily blowing him under the table. Word Count: 1.9k Tags: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship, Cute but Nasty Warnings: Masturbation, Blowjob, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism themes

You can feel furtive glances coming from Taeyong even though he’s mostly hidden behind the menu he’s examining. As he orders for you both in his best attempt at French, you wonder to yourself if there’s some special occasion to warrant all this. This is the fanciest restaurant he’s ever taken you to, and you’re both dressed to the nines. He, in an impeccable black suit with satin lapels and matching cummerbund, and you in the most expensive things you own; a red Versace gown with a luxuriously deep v-neck and a vintage, pearl necklace that you inherited as a family heirloom.  He’s uncharacteristically jittery tonight.  All the opulence, the nerves. Could it be? The thought that he might pop ‘the question’ inevitably worms its way into your head and you almost feel guilty at the butterflies surging up your belly. It feels greedy and wrong, somehow. You’re already happy with the relationship the two of you currently have. That should be enough. You shouldn’t dare hope for more from him.

After the waiter leaves, Taeyong scoots over to get closer to you until your legs touch. The host had seated you in a lavish, dimly lit booth in the back of the restaurant, and it felt private enough that you could cuddle up if you wanted to.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful. You look amazing like this – all dressed up.” Taeyong whispers, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear and leaving a soft, but not quite chaste kiss on the side of your temple that has you leaning back into his touch.

“That dress is perfect on you. So elegant.” His lips continue their descent, first along the corner of your jaw, then down the crook of your neck. “Did you see their faces when we walked in? All the guys were so jealous of me.” A hand that isn’t yours finds its way to your knee and squeezes in possessive affirmation.

His last comment pulls a ridiculous giggle out of your mouth that does not sound at all like it should be coming from a grown woman. “Oh, c’mon. They were not!”

“No, really. You look like royalty. Like a princess.” A blush creeps up your cheeks. He’s really laying it on thick. His thumb is rubbing suggestive circles on your thigh now as he whispers more forcefully. “It’s so fucking sexy. I need to make lots of money so you can dress like this all the time.” The tone of his voice makes it feel like your stomach is doing a backflip, and you have to put a hand on top of his to stop it as it climbs further up your thigh.

You exhale with bittersweet relief when he stops his ministrations, but then he pulls aside the strap of your dress with his other hand and leaves a slow, sensual kiss on your exposed shoulder that lingers far too long to be decent. It makes you shiver, but you squeeze his wrist under the table. “Taeyong, we can’t. What if someone sees?”

“What would they see? Just a young man admiring his beautiful date.” 

You turn your head to scold him but Taeyong’s got a wicked smirk and a dangerous glint in his eye that leaves the words caught in your throat. Now he’s released his grip on your thigh and instead guides your hand to his crotch.

Your jaw drops. He’s rock hard. You can’t deny you’re becoming aroused, but this is crazy. Why is he so hard? A few minutes ago, you were just ordering food and now he’s straining at the seams of his suit pants. 

“We’ve got some time before the food gets here..” he quirks an eyebrow suggestively and gestures in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Taeyong, I am not letting anyone in here see me leaving the men’s bathroom.” 

He sighs, nodding in agreement. “You’re right. I better take care of this myself.”

You expect him to get up to leave and ‘take care of it’, but he scoots away from you, further back into the booth. He continues just sitting there, looking you up and down as if contemplating. 

Is he just going to wait it out? 

His eyes end up resting on your neckline, or more specifically, your cleavage. You glance down at your chest and then back at him.

Wait a minute..he couldn’t be..

You lean over to his side far enough until you can see that his entire, fully erect penis is out of his pants now and he’s actually masturbating. Panic bubbles up so fast you feel dizzy for a moment. He’s insane. This is a crime. If someone notices, he could be hauled out of here in handcuffs. You resist displaying any sort of shocked reaction that could draw attention, even though your first instinct is to bury your face in your hands and hide.

“Taeyong...are you serious right now? What the hell are you doing?!” You try to whisper, but it feels more like whisper-shouting.

“Shh, I’ll be fast, okay?” 

He’s got a thumb and two fingers wrapped around the base, jerking up and down in very short, quick strokes. One would think he’d be fisting himself hard if he was trying to hurry, but his grip seems feather light. Intuitively, it feels like it wouldn’t be enough, but you don’t have a penis, so maybe you’re wrong. 

“I’m almost there, baby, just keep looking at me..” 

You can’t deny that you’re incredibly turned on by the sight. Watching him is fueling a growing ache between your legs. You try to squeeze your thighs together, and then cross your legs really hard, but it’s not enough to provide the relief you need.

Fuck it. If he ends up going down for this, you’ll go down with him.

You check to see if anyone’s looking in your direction before tossing the cloth napkin covering your lap to your feet. 

 “I seem to have dropped my napkin. I’ll go get it now.” you whisper, holding his gaze intently. It takes a couple seconds for him to understand, and then he can’t stop the grin from breaking out. You immediately dive under the table, crawling between his legs. He slumps forward in the seat a bit to get closer, and then guides the tip of his cock between your lips.

You obediently take it into your mouth, and lick all around the tip, cleaning up the precum. Then you start to gently suck while he continues jerking the base as he was before. You’re dying to touch yourself, but it’s too dangerous. This needs to end as soon as possible. Holding onto his thighs, you chance a glance up to see his face, and he looks so fucking smug, like the cat that caught the canary. But maybe he should be. One minute you were chastising him, and the next you’re on your knees, blowing him under the table. It would be hard not to let something like that go to your head. 

Thankfully, he’s at least doing a great job at being quiet. He’s breathing faster now, subtly enough that no one but you would be able to tell he’s holding back moans. Glancing up, you see the motion of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down from swallowing hard and you form a tighter seal with your lips, increasing the intensity of your sucking. He lets out the tiniest, closed-mouth grunt in response. 

He wasn’t kidding about being almost there. Usually he doesn’t finish this fast, but you know from experience that the way his dick starts throbbing means he’s really close. Is it because of the situation - being in public? Or is it really the way you’re dressed? Does he have some kind of fetish for formalwear? This is something you’ll have to discuss in detail later, but now he’s grabbing the back of your neck and tilting your head up so he can look you in the eye.

 “I’m gonna come, princess. You need to swallow it all. We wouldn’t want to make a mess here, right?” 

You absolutely do not want to make a mess in this classy restaurant. The head starts twitching on your tongue and then you feel the first spurts of his release hit the back of your throat, the rest sliding down comfortably. All of the sudden, he jerks as if trying to recoil from you, and for a second you’re worried you somehow hurt him, but as you hear a man that is definitely not Taeyong clearing his throat, you realize with absolute horror that the waiter has come back. 

You pull away with the most mortifyingly loud ‘pop’, which nobody could mistake as being anything other than the sound of sucking dick, and bang your head on the table in your scramble to get up. You’re barely on your feet, muttering futile appeals that you were ‘just getting your napkin’, but the waiter is sneering at the two of you with disgust. A couple of other patrons are looking over now, alerted by all the noise. 

“I regret to inform you we are out of the fish, but now I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Immediately.”

*** 

The humiliating walk of shame out of the restaurant was completed in total silence, but Taeyong is the first to speak once you’re outside.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. At least they didn’t call the cops, right?” That was a joke and also not a joke.

Taeyong opens the car door for you in a chivalrous gesture that feels almost ironic considering the circumstances you two were just in. You check yourself out in the front mirror while he goes around to get into the driver’s seat. Your hair is a little messy and your eye makeup is smudged, but no mascara running or anything. As your boyfriend settles into the seat to your left, he sighs heavily.

“You should be really mad. Please yell at me.”

Honestly, you don’t want an apology or any sort of pity party. You want an explanation, some food, and a good railing, and not necessarily in that order. 

“Stop. I’m not mad. I’m just a little confused. And hungry. Why did-”

Before you can finish, you’re interrupted by someone knocking on the window, which Taeyong lowers. It’s someone from the restaurant, whispering. “Sir, we figured you’d like this returned.” 

Taeyong tries to grab it quickly and put it in his pocket before you can see, but it’s too late. You saw it. A ring box. Realization dawns on you. He must have planned some elaborate proposal with the restaurant staff beforehand where they would bring the ring in the middle of dinner or maybe after. Your heart starts pounding.

He rolls the window back up and checks on you, trying to gauge how much you noticed. You carefully reign in anything on your face that could give you away, much like earlier tonight. 

“What did he want? Are we going to be in trouble?” you ask, seemingly oblivious.

This seems to be enough for Taeyong because you can see the tension leave his shoulders and he smiles at you reassuringly.

“No, they’re just going to bill me a reservation cancellation fee. It’s nothing.” 

He starts the car and continues.

“Maybe we can get a pizza tonight? But I’ll take you somewhere even fancier next weekend. It’ll be really special. I promise.”

You’re ecstatic, but how the hell are you supposed to pretend everything is normal for the rest of the week? This damn man is always inventing new ways to drive you crazy.

#taeyong smut #taeyong scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 smut #kpop smut #taeyong #fic: public indecency #my writing

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i did it. i finally finished something. i’m not super happy with it but also i don’t want to work on it anymore, so YOLO

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txt: Beomgyu 100%, once he had that one scene in Can’t You See Me in the bed there was no turning back and it’s only gotten worse since then imo. maybe it’s just the styling playing tricks, but he just screams “TROUBLED”. also he has this look in his eyes when he performs...not dissatisfaction, but a greed for more.. I could keep going, but I’ll stop there. skz: Hyunjin gives that vibe, but it also almost seems like he wants people to see him that way, like it’s purposely calculated to cultivate a certain vampy image of him in people’s minds, as opposed to something deep managing to bleed through to the surface. But that would also be dark in its own way. nct:  jaehyun appears on the surface to be the epitome of a golden boy. princelike looks, he’s good at everything, comes off very high class at times. he knows what’s expected of him and acts accordingly. says all the right things. every parent would want him as a son-in-law. it’s so easy to imagine his picture perfect family in the future. but also it seems like he doesn’t have entirely positive feelings about that image and those expectations of him. like he really wants to misbehave and probably does(itaewon 4 anyone?). also it’s so obvious that he’s holding back when he’s on camera. very secretive and mysterious at times. i don’t know how to find it right now, but he also once said in an interview that he has a dark side people wouldn’t expect. which like.....c’mon. what are we supposed to be imagining?? taeyong, oh taeyong. this would be its own essay, where to even start? there’s so much, so I’ll just leave you with the latest example:

look at the material! the fic just writes itself at this point. he’s very sweet but he’s undeniably an oddball and sometimes even a little unhinged(i don’t mean that in a bad way). he’s the #1 idol most likely to make you ask “is this some weird sex thing?” about assortments of words that would normally be interpreted as totally innocent. and he plays “obsessed lover” as a performer very, very well. whether or not he’s ever felt it, he knows exactly how it should look and sound and he does make it look and sound good. AND ORGANIC. (not gonna name names, but some male idols try to do this and it feels campy and even silly sometimes.)

Speaking of yanderes, who do you think most fits the yandere character from txt/skz/nct/enha?

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TEAM TAEYONG STAYS WINNING!!!

Two Moons: Chapter 6

I’m a wolf and you’re a beauty. 🌙

Preview: “All the tea did was show your true nature. In your sleep during the moon’s peak, you are the closest to the mind of your wolf.” 

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Preview, Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5

Summary: The Lee pack merging with yours would ensure the future of your kind. But you never expected to end up caught in the middle of the two pack leaders.

Pairing: Baekhyun/reader, Taeyong/reader

Featuring Neos: Ten, Jaemin, Haechan, Johnny, Renjun

Genre: ABO, Smut, PWP

Warning: 18+  Fingering (F receiving). Panty play/panty stuffing. Alpha/Omega dynamics (can be interpreted as dubcon but is not intended). Please read to your comfort level.

You kept your word and didn’t shower the first day your alpha was away. Refusing to leave the refuge of your nest. Sleep was peaceful in your sanctuary, his scent so overpowering it chased away dreams of any other wolf and you slept better than you had in weeks. Ten left food out for you but by the second day he’d had enough. Wrinkling his nose he entered your bedroom, dragging you from the cloud of alpha aroma and into his bedroom across the hall.

“Baekhyun’s orders, you’re only allowed to sulk for 24 hours. We’re going out tonight.”

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#ficrec #sorry to baekhyun but we have priorities

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this is like when girls make silly faces in their thirst traps thinking it makes it a bit less obvious, but it doesn’t. we know what you’re doing, we know you want attention. enjoy it, HARLOT.

211126 TAEYONG

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this struggle is real

It's embarrassing how much I struggle between choosing a route that would make narrative sense and choosing a route that would make for a sexier smut scene

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Best of the Best | Part 1

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You promised yourself you’d never fall for another clingy, needy boy who demanded you gave him all your love, only to leave you after he has sucked you dry. Yet here you were, making that same mistake again. Alternatively: It wasn’t easy being perfect. Sometimes, Taeyong needed someone else to take control. Sometimes, he needed to be broken down completely in order to be put back together again, better and stronger. 

A/N: I tried to get as close as I can to ty’s actual personality in this one. This is largely inspired by his verse in Whiplash and some tidbits about his life that I learned from @nctforuandme she’s honestly single-handedly responsible for reigniting my obsession with ty so thank you a lot babe

Warnings: femdom, sub!taeyong, dom!reader, student/professor relationship, age-gap, dry humping, thigh riding, degradation, sexist remarks, breath play, semi-public sex, cheating, Miss kink (?), pwb professors with benefits, usage of the painfully cliche trope of “but you can’t fall in love with me”

“What is this?” You hear someone bark out. At first, you don’t think the wrathful inquiry is directed at you. After all, who would dare speak to you this way? But when you hear the same voice shout out again, much closer this time, you look up to find that the person, that poor fucker, was in fact talking to you. “Are you deaf? I asked you a question.” The students, who were just starting to file out of the room at the end of your lecture, freeze in their tracks and look over, varying degrees of shock and trepidation displayed on their faces. One of them, a tall bespectacled boy who you know you guess is a friend of the boy with the suicidal wish, Lee Taeyong, bravely steps forward to try and pull him back, muttering quietly to him, “Let’s go, man. It’s not worth it.” But the silver haired boy shakes him off, never taking his hateful gaze off of you. “No, this is bullshit. This paper is worth twenty-five percent of our final score and she gave me a D. A fucking D! This is gonna mess up my whole grade.” Gasps echo around the room as more students come into the room instead of getting out in order to watch the scene unfold. The boy’s friend pales and urgently whispers to him, “Dude, the man-eater is gonna have your balls for this. Apologize and let’s—“ You’ve heard enough.

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#omg i'm not ready for the angst #the stealing the bite ending traumatized me #give them a happy ending!! #also taehyung as the ex is perfect #life imitates art

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Oppa Knows Best | Part 5

Word Count: 8k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary:  If there is anything a lot of people can agree on when it comes to college, it’s that college is about much more than just education; it’s a whole transformative experience.  The person you were before college is not the same person you will be after college, and no one knows the truth of that statement quite like you do. You just didn’t expect to change so much so fast. Chapter Plot: Still she tries to hold onto the comfort of denial, her eyes tearing up as she shakes her head, “But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would I do that?”    “You were scared. You always were. A/N: this chapter would’ve probably came out soooo much later if it wasn’t for the help of @nctforuandme who proofread and reviewed this for me. She’s an angel. She my oxygen *wink wink* Warnings: This story contains a very unbalanced power dynamic between the two main characters that is unhealthy and shouldn’t be tolerated irl. If someone treats you this way irl please run. This is a fictional story and the plot is basically just a vehicle for the smut. Contains slutshaming and controlling behavior. Also the dirty talk is painfully corny and pornolike so be warned lol. Oppa kink if it wasn’t obvious. The previous parts and the rest of my masterlist are in my bio suck my dick tumblr

N.B. memories are written in italics so pay attention bec things jump from present to past a lot 

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nct reaction to you being infertile

taeyong: oh good. i was close to using alternative methods. (he wants to be the only little in the home)

johnny: (laughs) that hasnt stopped me before

kun: its okay honey, i know a lot of surrogates who would be willing to help <3

jungwoo: beep beep boop boop bap bop

mark: oh okay like if thats what you want then like thats okay like its whatever like its your body you know like idk like i guess thats fine (he thinks being infertile is a choice)

thats all for now :) <3

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omg i was upset as soon as the repressed memories came up cause i knew it wasn’t going to be resolved in this chapter and I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!!!!! FUCK!!!

Oppa Knows Best | Part 4

Word Count: 7.8k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary:  If there is anything a lot of people can agree on when it comes to college, it’s that college is about much more than just education; it’s a whole transformative experience.  The person you were before college is not the same person you will be after college, and no one knows the truth of that statement quite like you do. You just didn’t expect to change so much so fast. Chapter Plot: Something about his question rings alarm bells in your mind, and you lash out. “Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t need someone to take care of me anymore? That I want to be my own person now?” Jaehyun laughs in disbelief, “I’m the one who got you this far, and now that you’re here you want to dump me to the side and pretend like you don’t need me?” Warnings: This story contains a very unbalanced power dynamic between the two main characters that is unhealthy and shouldn’t be tolerated irl. If someone treats you this way irl please run. This is a fictional story and the plot is basically just a vehicle for the smut. Contains slutshaming and controlling behavior. Also the dirty talk is painfully corny and pornolike so be warned lol. Oppa kink if it wasn’t obvious. foot job (no licking dw), thigh job, humping? lol The previous parts and the rest of my masterlist are in my bio suck my dick tumblr 

It’s funny how something that you’ve wanted for so long could turn out to be so catastrophic for you, but that seems to be the running theme of your life. A year ago, you wanted nothing more than to be the sole object of Jaehyun’s attention, but now that you are, you’re finding it to be just so fucking exhausting. You don’t want to sound ungrateful; knowing your luck, a higher being could be listening to you right now and decide to deprive you of Jaehyun all together for not appreciating this nightmarish version of your dreams that he/she/it has bequeathed upon you. As it stands though, Jaehyung was no longer recoiling from you like he used to, not one bit. Now, he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself. He is always touching or kissing you. His stamina was insane and his sexual appetite insatiable. You were beginning to understand why he slept around so much in the first place and why the girls on campus hated you for taking him out of the game. Granted, no one knew for a fact that you two were fucking, and officially you were just really close friends—almost siblings—but that didn’t stop people from (correctly) speculating that you were sleeping together, not when Jaehyun was hovering around you all the time and scaring off any male from getting within a mile of you. Half the student body believed he was just being a protective older brother, deceived by his sweetness and inoffensive charm, while the other half was convinced he wanted you for himself, claiming that no mere friend would act so protectively no matter how close the friendship was. So which of these was the truth? Fuck if you knew.     As had become routine for you now, you’re awakened by a pair of large hands feeling up your body. You don’t have to turn around to know whose morning wood was currently pressed snugly between your asscheeks that are bare under the over-sized shirt of his that you wore to bed. Opening your eyes just a sliver to check the time, you groan, “Oppa, it’s six in the morning. Not now, please.” “But I have a class at seven.” He fusses childishly and covers your neck in kisses, his hands groping your breasts clumsily.

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#please read the all caps as screaming #that's how it was intended

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I don’t think anyone will disagree that no matter who your bias is in nct, you still go weak for jaehyun.

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Oppa Knows Best | Part 3

Word Count: 4.8k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary:  If there is anything a lot of people can agree on when it comes to college, it’s that college is about much more than just education; it’s a whole transformative experience.  The person you were before college is not the same person you will be after college, and no one knows the truth of that statement quite like you do. You just didn’t expect to change so much so fast. Chapter Plot: You were on the dance floor, grinding up on some guy and about to whisper in his ear to take you home when you saw his familiar face, distorted with a rage that was also becoming familiar, charging up to you. You didn’t even have enough time for your heart to sink before he was unceremoniously ripping you out of the man’s arms, seething, “We’re going home.” Warnings: This story contains a very unbalanced power dynamic between the two main characters that is unhealthy and shouldn’t be tolerated irl. If someone treats you this way irl please run. This is a fictional story and the plot is basically just a vehicle for the smut. Contains slutshaming and controlling behavior. Also the dirty talk is painfully corny and pornolike so be warned lol. Oppa kink if it wasn’t obvious. tiny ass breeding kink and semi-public sex Part 1, Part 2 and the rest of my masterlist are in my bio bec tumblr is a dick

You did go to him, more times than you care to admit, and each time it hurt more than the one before. He never let you touch him, and each time you tried—and you did try every single time because you are weak and greedy—he would coil away from you like it physically hurt him. Each time it was like his disgust for your needs, and perhaps you, grew more and more to the point where you were starting to question whether you were unknowingly forcing him into this, manipulating him into doing this for you like he jokingly claims you do sometimes to get your way. But when you had asked him directly about it, he brushed you off carelessly and told you not to be an idiot. You had been visibly distressed but Jaehyun didn’t seem like he was interested in easing your mind, and you, selfishly, didn’t want to rock the boat and end up ruining things for yourself. So for a long time, you swallowed your pride; you were starved for his touch and contended that having his attention albeit how begrudging it might be was better than not having it at all. But eventually the rejection wore you down. It got so bad that you started believing that you must be the most undesirable woman on earth. Being touched by Jaehyun felt infinitely better than having any other man touch you, but as great as the pleasure was, it couldn’t compare to the feeling of being wanted. Because of Jaehyun, to have a partner touch you because they wanted to, to have them ask for—no need your touch as well, was becoming a foreign concept to you. Jaehyun wouldn’t or couldn’t give you that, and it ate you up.

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#fine wine and fine literature

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Oppa Knows Best | Part 2

Word Count: 4.3k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary:  If there is anything a lot of people can agree on when it comes to college, it’s that college is about much more than just education; it’s a whole transformative experience.  The person you were before college is not the same person you will be after college, and no one knows the truth of that statement quite like you do. You just didn’t expect to change so much so fast. Chapter Plot: You go back on your promise to Jaehyun, or at least you try to, only to you find out just what he’s willing to do to stop you from sleeping around.  Warnings: This story contains a very unbalanced power dynamic between the two main characters that is unhealthy and shouldn’t be tolerated irl. If someone treats you this way irl please run. This is a fictional story and the plot is basically just a vehicle for the smut. Contains slutshaming and controlling behavior. Also the dirty talk is painfully corny and pornolike so be warned lol. Oppa kink if it wasn’t obvious. Not as edited as it should be rip me 

Part 1 | Masterlist It’s been a month since your drunken tryst with Jaehyun. You never got the chance to confront him about it, not really anyway. After that chastity agreement he had roped you into, any hope you might’ve had about finally coming clean to him about your feelings was completely dashed to the ground. Unlike the fanciful dreams that dominated your hours of your sleep that night—few but seeming to stretch on forever in your dreamscape of rainbow love and fairy dust—Jaehyun wasn’t interested in a relationship with you—not romantic, not sexual. You had stood there that morning in your new room, after all your stuff had been moved there, with your face cradled between Jaehyun’s hands and his body almost flush with your own, as he sucked you into another one-sided conversation. “Listen, I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have acted out that way. I should be protecting you, not the one hurting you. Please forgive me.” He had entreated, looking glum and downtrodden, thoroughly disappointed in himself. You wanted to tell him that there was nothing to forgive—on the contrary, last night was one of the happiest moments in your life. To touch him, to be one with him, was your longest-lasting dream, and he had given you that last night. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t regret it, but you’d only be exposing yourself to the man who obviously wasn’t on the same page as you.

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#don't get discouraged #also i think i have an idea of the source of jaehyun's weird complex #ficrec