heartbreaker ;; baekchen ;; PG-13/R because i'm a dumbass as always
beep boop bop
slutty!baekhyun and jongdae
probably R for heavy petting maybe
and a blowjob
baekchen is awesome alright
jongdae drives a club hopper home one day
2k words
this song inspired the shit out of me alright
Jongdae sat at the bar, clammy hands clutched to a room-temperature gin and tonic. The floor was packed; hormone raged individuals, not caring whose hands where in there forbidden territories, not caring who gave them their up and coming climax, just as long as they got it. There was one special individual in particular that caught Jongdae’s attention.
There he was, dancing all over the floor. Flawless eyes lined in black; perfect. His hips swayed along with the undertones of the music, teasing anyone within a 5 foot radius of his perimeter. He had his next victim already, his dainty hand splayed across a broad chest, index finger creating circles on his starch-stiff shirt. The taller one leaned over the boy, planting kisses down his neck and leaving slick patches on his skin. The boy laughed breathlessly without a care in the world; he must’ve been on drugs. His grin was maniacal and wicked, his canines exposed completely. The taller leaned to whisper in the shorter one’s ear only to have a giggle in response. The shorter tugged the taller by the wrist to the washroom, the door swinging shut right behind their heels.
Jongdae turned from the washroom door and faced the bar on his rocky stool, taking a few sips from his drink and inhaling the aroma of a cancer stick nearby that was shoved into an ashtray. He stared mesmerized at the smoke gradually polluting the air. A quick pat on his back brought him to his senses. Jongdae grimaced when he saw who it was.
“Minseok, can we go now? You’re a mess,” Jongdae yelled over the music. Minseok, the cute one, the chubby one, the twink,w as grasping onto the bar top for dear life, as if he let go, he’d fall into an abyss. His hair was mangled and glued to his forehead with sweat, smeared kohl pencil making him resemble a baby raccoon. He whooped loudly and gave Jongdae a wet and sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Jongdae, this is living. Stop being such a party pooper.”
Jongdae snorted, grabbing the elder by his hips and attempting to sit him down. “Hyung, you’re drunk. Sit down and relax.”
Minseok swatted his hands away, barely catching himself on the stool in the process. “Shut up. I’m fine. I can even drive you home if you want me to.” He placed his head on the bar top and closed his eyes. “I’m fine, Jongdae. Stop worrying. I’m older than you, remember?”
Jongdae took a napkin and blotted Minseok’s face carefully. “You may be older, but no one would ever guess it.” He curled Minseok’s arm around his shoulders and lifted him up. “Alright, let’s get you home. I don’t feel like hearing Wufan’s mouth, okay? And I know you don’t either.”
The comparison between the airs in the club to the air outside was like a slap in the face. It was early March and spring didn’t even look like it was going to make an appearance in two months. Snow started to fall shortly after Jongdae half-carried half-dragged Minseok out of the building. Minseok mumbled incoherent things under his breath as the younger grunted in agreement. A small shout behind them was brought to their attention. Jongdae swiveled around with Minseok still slumped at his side, mewling for Jongdae to take him home already.
The boy from before began walking up to the dup, arms folded in a sleek, wool pea coat. Snowflakes began piling on top of his head, melting shortly after. Jongdae’s breath hitched when he saw the same mischievous grin he had on his face inside. His eyeliner was still intact, as if he had just applied it.
His voice was soft, like velvet. “I don’t mean to bother you two, but would you mind giving me a ride?”
Jongdae hesitated greatly. The fact of having to drive 2 people home was too much, especially a stranger. He was exhausted and he only wanted to go home to his busted apartment and lie in his unkempt bed and close out the world.
The boy must’ve noticed, because soon he toddled closer and stood in front of Jongdae. He bit his bottom lip and leaned close to Jongdae’s ear. “I’ll do anything to repay you.”
How could Jongdae say no?
--
Minseok occupied the backseat, giving a fight for a while before sinking down into the leather seats in exhaustion. Now, he was snoring obnoxiously as drool dripped over the side of his face. The boy studied him silently as Jongdae drove carefully. Soon, the boy sighed greatly, pulling his legs underneath him and began staring out the window blankly. Jongdae thought he resembled one of those porcelain dolls like he told his friend Luhan once. He decided to break the silence.
“So,” Jongdae started, “What’s your name?”
The boy glanced at Jongdae from the corner of his eye. “Baekhyun. What’s yours?”
“Jongdae,” Jongdae said. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
Baekhyun shifted in his seat a bit more, tucking his legs completely underneath his body. “I’ll be 21 in May.”
“Really?” Jongdae asked. “I’ll be 21 in September.”
“But I can pull off being younger at least,” Baekhyun smirked. Jongdae shook his head in amusement.
“So, how old is he?” asked Baekhyun, glancing back at Minseok, who was mounted to the leather seat.
Jongdae snorted. “He’ll be 23 at the end of the month. Surprisingly, he doesn’t act or looks like it.”
Baekhyun turned all around in his chair to eye Minseok closer. “I personally don’t blame him at all. He looks pretty cute.”
Jongdae nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he is, but not when he’s eating. He could stuff an entire fist in his mouth if he tried.”
Baekhyun hummed. “I guess that’s a pretty good talent.” He shifted in his seat to look at Jongdae. “Don’t you think?”
Jongdae felt his hands get clammy again. “I mean, I guess, if you knew how to use it c-correctly.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun replied softly. “I guess.” The rest of the car ride was silent.
They arrived at Minseok’s apartment. The fight to get the baozi boy out of the backseat was horrific. Slurred phrases and weak attempts to fight back turned to muffled grunts and limp joints. Baekhyun sat in the car and watched the whole scene from the car. When Jongdae slumped back into the car, he gave the latter a grimace.
“You know,” Jongdae huffed, “if you wanted to repay me, you could’ve help me lug that fat ass into his house.”
Baekhyun stared at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. He glanced at Jongdae smiling, and then began to giggle. “You looked like you had it, to be quite honest.” Jongdae shook his head and placed his forehead on the steering wheel.
Baekhyun laughed heartedly in his seat. Jongdae suddenly began to like Baekhyun.
Jongdae turned the key in the ignition. “So, Baekhyun, your time has come. Where do you live?”
Baekhyun puffed his cheeks and stared out the window. His eyes widen slightly, returning back to normal instantly. “To be honest, I live right down the street," he said matter-of-factly. He gave an exasperated laugh. “How about that?”
Jongdae looked down the road. “Are you going to tell me which house is yours, at least?”
“Why, so you can stalk me?” Baekhyun teased.
“Baekhyun, seriously.”
“Alright, it’s the house at the next corner. The one with the white picket fence, to be exact.”
Jongdae snorted as he put the car in reverse. “I never took you as a guy with a white picket fence, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “It reminds me of home. Plus, my roommate likes that kind of stuff. He’s sort of cliché to the point where you want to kill him, but it’s cute. I like it.”
Jongdae felt his body tense up. “How close are you and your roommate?”
Baekhyun shrugged once again. “Pretty close, I’d say. I mean, to everyone else, we’re best friends, but, last time I checked, best friends don’t fuck on a regular basis.”
“So, you guys have a relationship?” Jongdae asked slowly.
“Of course not,” Baekhyun snapped. He was looking directly at Jongdae now. “I like my freedom and he likes his, I’m sure.”
“Have you asked him?”
“There’s no need,” Baekhyun responded. “When I bring someone home, he stays out of my way, just like I stay out of his way when he brings someone home. There’s no way he could want me while he’s fucking the next door neighbor’s daughter, is there?” His tone was chipped.
Jongdae exhaled greatly. This was definitely a touchy subject. “Are you okay, man? I mean--"
“I’m fine,” Baekhyun said sharply. “Just, just take me home. Please.”
--
“So, this is where you live, huh?” Jongdae asked. "Cozy." He ran his fingers along the mantel. He leaned in to look closely at a picture. It was Baekhyun, along with a guy with bushy hair and a creepy grin that took up half of his face. Baekhyun looked like an ant next to him.
Baekhyun walked over to Jongdae and placed his chin on the latter’s shoulder. “That’s Chanyeol. He’s my roommate, and also my best friend.”
“He looks scary,” Jongdae muttered.
Baekhyun chuckled. Jongdae could feel the vibrations of his laughter run through his body. “Yeah, he looks like a maniac, but he’s still good.”
“What do you mean good?” Jongdae whispered.
Baekhyun rested his arms around the elder’s waist and placed chaste kisses to his neck. “You know,” he whispered. He began nibbling on Jongdae’s earlobe. “Good in bed.”
Jongdae fought to release himself from the elder's hold. "I'm sorry, I-I have to go now."
The elder's lips protruded greatly, and his puppy eyes looked like they were about to water. "Really? So soon?" He tugged at Jongdae's arm and pinned him to the wall. "I still haven't gotten the chance to thank you."
Jongdae swallowed hard. "O-oh, that's okay. I-it was nothing. R-really." No matter what he was saying, it would be a ball-faced lie if he said that he wasn't turned on at least the slightest by Baekhyun's ministrations. He watched as the boy got down on his knees in front of him, palming him through his jeans. He shuddered at the teasing.
"I really want to thank you for taking me home, Jongdae," Baekhyun breathed into the crotch of the upper boy's jeans. "Not that many people would be too kind to do that for a random stranger." He began to pull the zipper with his teeth, and freed Jongdae's cock from his briefs. The head glistened in the dim lighting of the room. His soft, dainty hands stroked the boy's length from base to tip. He licked the underside of the shaft, emitting a shudder from the man above him.
"Oh, s-shit," Jongdae cursed. The boy on his knees was quite the professional with his mouth. The way he swirled his tongue across the slit, squeezing his balls gently at the same time. Jongdae ran his fingers through Baekhyun's dark, brown locks, tugging on the strands slightly. The boy beneath him hummed around the heat in his mouth and opened wider to take more of it in. He bobbed his head around the length, gag reflex kicking in occasionally. Spit and precum were smeared all across his chin.
Baekhyun let go of the cock with an audible 'pop' and moaned wantonly as he pumped the slick shaft leisurely. He knew Jongdae was about to blow. The boy above him pulled had such a tight hold on his hair, and he loved it. He quickened the pace of his hand faster, harder. He wanted to let this man know who gave him the best lick of his life. He swirled his tongue around the head a few times before giggling in delight.
"Hmm? You wanna come, Jongdae?" Baekhyun breathed. "You wanna come right here in my mouth, hmm?" He suckled on the boy's balls. "Come right now, Jongdae. Please."
Jongdae gasped and raked his fingers through Baekhyun's hair, his hips moving by their own accord. He thrust his length into the boy's mouth, releasing every bit of his warm seed down his throat. His chest heaved as the orgasmic wave flushed over his entire body, his knees buckling. He sank to the ground in front of Baekhyun, who was currently wiping his mouth with the cuff of his jacket. The boy looked up with his puppy dog eyes and smiled cheekily, leaning in to kiss Jongdae on the nose.
Baekhyun rose up and stretched his arms to the ceiling, finally tearing off his jacket and throwing it on the couch. He continued to take off every bit of his clothing until he was standing in the doorway of his room, only in a pair of briefs. He looked towards Jongdae. "You're welcome to stay the night, but you have to leave as soon as the morning comes. Sorry. I don't make the rules." The door shut behind him.
Jongdae fixed himself up and wandered around the room, peeling his jacket and throwing it on top of Baekhyun's. He sighed as he sunk into the soft cushions of the couch, sleep threatening to wash over him. It wasn't the first time it happened, and it sure wouldn't be the last.
a/n:
it took me forever to finish this, considering i started this story about a year ago /laughs nervously
i like slutty baekhyun
who doesn't like slutty baekhyun
exactly
slutty baekhyun for president
ok bye
slutty!baekhyun and jongdae
probably R for heavy petting maybe
and a blowjob
baekchen is awesome alright
jongdae drives a club hopper home one day
2k words
this song inspired the shit out of me alright
Jongdae sat at the bar, clammy hands clutched to a room-temperature gin and tonic. The floor was packed; hormone raged individuals, not caring whose hands where in there forbidden territories, not caring who gave them their up and coming climax, just as long as they got it. There was one special individual in particular that caught Jongdae’s attention.
There he was, dancing all over the floor. Flawless eyes lined in black; perfect. His hips swayed along with the undertones of the music, teasing anyone within a 5 foot radius of his perimeter. He had his next victim already, his dainty hand splayed across a broad chest, index finger creating circles on his starch-stiff shirt. The taller one leaned over the boy, planting kisses down his neck and leaving slick patches on his skin. The boy laughed breathlessly without a care in the world; he must’ve been on drugs. His grin was maniacal and wicked, his canines exposed completely. The taller leaned to whisper in the shorter one’s ear only to have a giggle in response. The shorter tugged the taller by the wrist to the washroom, the door swinging shut right behind their heels.
Jongdae turned from the washroom door and faced the bar on his rocky stool, taking a few sips from his drink and inhaling the aroma of a cancer stick nearby that was shoved into an ashtray. He stared mesmerized at the smoke gradually polluting the air. A quick pat on his back brought him to his senses. Jongdae grimaced when he saw who it was.
“Minseok, can we go now? You’re a mess,” Jongdae yelled over the music. Minseok, the cute one, the chubby one, the twink,w as grasping onto the bar top for dear life, as if he let go, he’d fall into an abyss. His hair was mangled and glued to his forehead with sweat, smeared kohl pencil making him resemble a baby raccoon. He whooped loudly and gave Jongdae a wet and sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Jongdae, this is living. Stop being such a party pooper.”
Jongdae snorted, grabbing the elder by his hips and attempting to sit him down. “Hyung, you’re drunk. Sit down and relax.”
Minseok swatted his hands away, barely catching himself on the stool in the process. “Shut up. I’m fine. I can even drive you home if you want me to.” He placed his head on the bar top and closed his eyes. “I’m fine, Jongdae. Stop worrying. I’m older than you, remember?”
Jongdae took a napkin and blotted Minseok’s face carefully. “You may be older, but no one would ever guess it.” He curled Minseok’s arm around his shoulders and lifted him up. “Alright, let’s get you home. I don’t feel like hearing Wufan’s mouth, okay? And I know you don’t either.”
The comparison between the airs in the club to the air outside was like a slap in the face. It was early March and spring didn’t even look like it was going to make an appearance in two months. Snow started to fall shortly after Jongdae half-carried half-dragged Minseok out of the building. Minseok mumbled incoherent things under his breath as the younger grunted in agreement. A small shout behind them was brought to their attention. Jongdae swiveled around with Minseok still slumped at his side, mewling for Jongdae to take him home already.
The boy from before began walking up to the dup, arms folded in a sleek, wool pea coat. Snowflakes began piling on top of his head, melting shortly after. Jongdae’s breath hitched when he saw the same mischievous grin he had on his face inside. His eyeliner was still intact, as if he had just applied it.
His voice was soft, like velvet. “I don’t mean to bother you two, but would you mind giving me a ride?”
Jongdae hesitated greatly. The fact of having to drive 2 people home was too much, especially a stranger. He was exhausted and he only wanted to go home to his busted apartment and lie in his unkempt bed and close out the world.
The boy must’ve noticed, because soon he toddled closer and stood in front of Jongdae. He bit his bottom lip and leaned close to Jongdae’s ear. “I’ll do anything to repay you.”
How could Jongdae say no?
--
Minseok occupied the backseat, giving a fight for a while before sinking down into the leather seats in exhaustion. Now, he was snoring obnoxiously as drool dripped over the side of his face. The boy studied him silently as Jongdae drove carefully. Soon, the boy sighed greatly, pulling his legs underneath him and began staring out the window blankly. Jongdae thought he resembled one of those porcelain dolls like he told his friend Luhan once. He decided to break the silence.
“So,” Jongdae started, “What’s your name?”
The boy glanced at Jongdae from the corner of his eye. “Baekhyun. What’s yours?”
“Jongdae,” Jongdae said. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
Baekhyun shifted in his seat a bit more, tucking his legs completely underneath his body. “I’ll be 21 in May.”
“Really?” Jongdae asked. “I’ll be 21 in September.”
“But I can pull off being younger at least,” Baekhyun smirked. Jongdae shook his head in amusement.
“So, how old is he?” asked Baekhyun, glancing back at Minseok, who was mounted to the leather seat.
Jongdae snorted. “He’ll be 23 at the end of the month. Surprisingly, he doesn’t act or looks like it.”
Baekhyun turned all around in his chair to eye Minseok closer. “I personally don’t blame him at all. He looks pretty cute.”
Jongdae nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he is, but not when he’s eating. He could stuff an entire fist in his mouth if he tried.”
Baekhyun hummed. “I guess that’s a pretty good talent.” He shifted in his seat to look at Jongdae. “Don’t you think?”
Jongdae felt his hands get clammy again. “I mean, I guess, if you knew how to use it c-correctly.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun replied softly. “I guess.” The rest of the car ride was silent.
They arrived at Minseok’s apartment. The fight to get the baozi boy out of the backseat was horrific. Slurred phrases and weak attempts to fight back turned to muffled grunts and limp joints. Baekhyun sat in the car and watched the whole scene from the car. When Jongdae slumped back into the car, he gave the latter a grimace.
“You know,” Jongdae huffed, “if you wanted to repay me, you could’ve help me lug that fat ass into his house.”
Baekhyun stared at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. He glanced at Jongdae smiling, and then began to giggle. “You looked like you had it, to be quite honest.” Jongdae shook his head and placed his forehead on the steering wheel.
Baekhyun laughed heartedly in his seat. Jongdae suddenly began to like Baekhyun.
Jongdae turned the key in the ignition. “So, Baekhyun, your time has come. Where do you live?”
Baekhyun puffed his cheeks and stared out the window. His eyes widen slightly, returning back to normal instantly. “To be honest, I live right down the street," he said matter-of-factly. He gave an exasperated laugh. “How about that?”
Jongdae looked down the road. “Are you going to tell me which house is yours, at least?”
“Why, so you can stalk me?” Baekhyun teased.
“Baekhyun, seriously.”
“Alright, it’s the house at the next corner. The one with the white picket fence, to be exact.”
Jongdae snorted as he put the car in reverse. “I never took you as a guy with a white picket fence, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “It reminds me of home. Plus, my roommate likes that kind of stuff. He’s sort of cliché to the point where you want to kill him, but it’s cute. I like it.”
Jongdae felt his body tense up. “How close are you and your roommate?”
Baekhyun shrugged once again. “Pretty close, I’d say. I mean, to everyone else, we’re best friends, but, last time I checked, best friends don’t fuck on a regular basis.”
“So, you guys have a relationship?” Jongdae asked slowly.
“Of course not,” Baekhyun snapped. He was looking directly at Jongdae now. “I like my freedom and he likes his, I’m sure.”
“Have you asked him?”
“There’s no need,” Baekhyun responded. “When I bring someone home, he stays out of my way, just like I stay out of his way when he brings someone home. There’s no way he could want me while he’s fucking the next door neighbor’s daughter, is there?” His tone was chipped.
Jongdae exhaled greatly. This was definitely a touchy subject. “Are you okay, man? I mean--"
“I’m fine,” Baekhyun said sharply. “Just, just take me home. Please.”
--
“So, this is where you live, huh?” Jongdae asked. "Cozy." He ran his fingers along the mantel. He leaned in to look closely at a picture. It was Baekhyun, along with a guy with bushy hair and a creepy grin that took up half of his face. Baekhyun looked like an ant next to him.
Baekhyun walked over to Jongdae and placed his chin on the latter’s shoulder. “That’s Chanyeol. He’s my roommate, and also my best friend.”
“He looks scary,” Jongdae muttered.
Baekhyun chuckled. Jongdae could feel the vibrations of his laughter run through his body. “Yeah, he looks like a maniac, but he’s still good.”
“What do you mean good?” Jongdae whispered.
Baekhyun rested his arms around the elder’s waist and placed chaste kisses to his neck. “You know,” he whispered. He began nibbling on Jongdae’s earlobe. “Good in bed.”
Jongdae fought to release himself from the elder's hold. "I'm sorry, I-I have to go now."
The elder's lips protruded greatly, and his puppy eyes looked like they were about to water. "Really? So soon?" He tugged at Jongdae's arm and pinned him to the wall. "I still haven't gotten the chance to thank you."
Jongdae swallowed hard. "O-oh, that's okay. I-it was nothing. R-really." No matter what he was saying, it would be a ball-faced lie if he said that he wasn't turned on at least the slightest by Baekhyun's ministrations. He watched as the boy got down on his knees in front of him, palming him through his jeans. He shuddered at the teasing.
"I really want to thank you for taking me home, Jongdae," Baekhyun breathed into the crotch of the upper boy's jeans. "Not that many people would be too kind to do that for a random stranger." He began to pull the zipper with his teeth, and freed Jongdae's cock from his briefs. The head glistened in the dim lighting of the room. His soft, dainty hands stroked the boy's length from base to tip. He licked the underside of the shaft, emitting a shudder from the man above him.
"Oh, s-shit," Jongdae cursed. The boy on his knees was quite the professional with his mouth. The way he swirled his tongue across the slit, squeezing his balls gently at the same time. Jongdae ran his fingers through Baekhyun's dark, brown locks, tugging on the strands slightly. The boy beneath him hummed around the heat in his mouth and opened wider to take more of it in. He bobbed his head around the length, gag reflex kicking in occasionally. Spit and precum were smeared all across his chin.
Baekhyun let go of the cock with an audible 'pop' and moaned wantonly as he pumped the slick shaft leisurely. He knew Jongdae was about to blow. The boy above him pulled had such a tight hold on his hair, and he loved it. He quickened the pace of his hand faster, harder. He wanted to let this man know who gave him the best lick of his life. He swirled his tongue around the head a few times before giggling in delight.
"Hmm? You wanna come, Jongdae?" Baekhyun breathed. "You wanna come right here in my mouth, hmm?" He suckled on the boy's balls. "Come right now, Jongdae. Please."
Jongdae gasped and raked his fingers through Baekhyun's hair, his hips moving by their own accord. He thrust his length into the boy's mouth, releasing every bit of his warm seed down his throat. His chest heaved as the orgasmic wave flushed over his entire body, his knees buckling. He sank to the ground in front of Baekhyun, who was currently wiping his mouth with the cuff of his jacket. The boy looked up with his puppy dog eyes and smiled cheekily, leaning in to kiss Jongdae on the nose.
Baekhyun rose up and stretched his arms to the ceiling, finally tearing off his jacket and throwing it on the couch. He continued to take off every bit of his clothing until he was standing in the doorway of his room, only in a pair of briefs. He looked towards Jongdae. "You're welcome to stay the night, but you have to leave as soon as the morning comes. Sorry. I don't make the rules." The door shut behind him.
Jongdae fixed himself up and wandered around the room, peeling his jacket and throwing it on top of Baekhyun's. He sighed as he sunk into the soft cushions of the couch, sleep threatening to wash over him. It wasn't the first time it happened, and it sure wouldn't be the last.
a/n:
it took me forever to finish this, considering i started this story about a year ago /laughs nervously
i like slutty baekhyun
who doesn't like slutty baekhyun
exactly
slutty baekhyun for president
ok bye