˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | baekhyun x f!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗
⤷ explicit language. pet names. smut. heavy make out sesh. dry humping. choking kink. spanking. body worship. possession themes.
big fan of making out with baekhyun like you’ll die without him—like every breath depends on the heat of his mouth, the way your lips crash together, wet and messy, tongues tangling in sloppy, desperate kisses that leave your lungs burning. his fingers tighten around your neck, firm, possessive, pressing just enough to make your head spin, to make you feel like you belong to him. he groans into your mouth every time you roll your hips down, every time you drag yourself over the hard line of his cock, his grip twitching like he’s barely holding himself back.
“ah—fuck, baby,” he pants, voice thick, heavy, ruined with need. “you’re driving me insane.”
his sweats are a disaster, the soft grey fabric soaked through where his precum and your slick have mixed into something filthy—needy—proof of how much you both want it. he’s so fucking hard, thick and straining beneath you, and the feeling only makes you more desperate. more reckless. you grind against him, chasing any friction, anything to make the coil in your stomach snap.
“that’s it,” he rasps, his voice shredded as he watches you unravel for him, his hands gripping your hips like he’s trying to memorize the way you move. “fuck, look at you—so pretty like this, so needy for me.”
his grip tightens around your throat just as your orgasm crashes into you, white-hot and overwhelming, your body seizing as a sharp, broken whimper spills into his mouth. you shatter against him, soaking through his sweats, drenching him in proof of how absolutely fucking wrecked he’s made you. he feels it—feels the way you tremble, the way you clench and quake, and it drives him over the edge of sanity.
his hands are everywhere—gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, smacking your ass just to hear you yelp, dragging you closer, closer, until there’s no space left between you, until your bodies are pressed so tight it’s like he’s trying to mold himself to you. like if he isn’t inside you within the next thirty seconds, he’s going to fucking die.
his breath is ragged, hot against your lips, desperation laced into every shaky exhale as he pleads, voice wrecked, raw, helpless.
“please, baby—lemme feel you, lemme be inside you. need you so fucking bad—fuck, i can’t take it anymore.”