hold tight
pairing: baekhyun/kai
rating: NC-17 i guess?
length: 1,700
genre: smut, yet again
warnings: hair-pulling, dry humping
summary: Jongin has a hair-pulling kink. And Baekhyun's hands are perfect for it.
It starts off as a playful gesture; Jongin tugging Baekhyun’s hair out of annoyance on the way back from a performance, because he’s being a little shit as always, teasing the members in that dumb mocking voice he always does, still full of energy after today’s schedule.
And Jongin doesn’t think anything of the action, doesn’t think Baekhyun does either because it’s something they always do - Baekhyun’s used to getting physical retaliations to his bad jokes.
The thing that makes that one time most memorable, however, is the way Baekhyun giggled obnoxiously before reaching out one of his own hands to return the punishment.
It only lasts for a second - Baekhyun’s fingers tangled in his hair, the sharp tug that he gives - but the way it makes Jongin’s breath catch, hands gripping tighter at the edge of his seat, lasts much longer.
He hopes Baekhyun doesn’t notice, trying to play it cool, ignore the tingling in his scalp and lower down his body as the other members are occupied with talking to each other around him in the van.
“You okay?” Sehun’s voice asks quietly, eyebrows knitting together slightly in concern. Of course, Sehun always notices. “You kinda look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“I’m fine,” Jongin mutters, licking his dry lips and blinking himself back to reality. Maybe he can play it off as tiredness. “Can I have some of your water?”
“Sure,” Sehun replies, handing it over to him right away. Jongin takes a few large gulps of it and hopes it’ll wash his thoughts away.
It turns out it doesn’t. That night, he can’t stop thinking about it and he’s getting incredibly warm under his sheets, sleep far away from his mind. Jongin whimpers as he touches himself to the thought of it, fingers curling around his cock as his other hand goes to pull his own hair, imagining it was Baekhyun. Baekhyun’s long, slender, pretty fingers buried in his hair, gripping so tight it hurts in the most beautiful way.
He’s trying not to make any noise, not to wake anyone else up but he’s so close, so he tugs over a corner of his bedcover and bites down on it, ready to muffle the whines he won’t be able to hold back.
Jongin can’t even help the way his grip on his hair gets tighter by default as he nears his release, eyes screwing up, hand pumping his cock quickening, bed creaking slightly as his back arches off of it.
It’s just a few desperate inhales and a last tug at his hair before he’s coming, choked moans stifled through the fabric between his teeth as he spills into his hand, some on his stomach.
It knocks the air out of him, and the hand previously in his hair falls down to rest over his eyes, needing a moment to catch his breath and process what just happened.
It takes about two weeks (two weeks of getting off to the thought of Baekhyun’s hands in his hair, sometimes in other places too) for Baekhyun to finally notice anything.
It’s one restless night (see: spent touching himself to his new favourite fantasy but not quite getting the stimulation he needs) when Jongin tiredly ambles out to the kitchen, in the hopes that a nice, cold glass of water will simmer things down. Or something like that.
Of course, Jongin had forgotten that Baekhyun was currently taking up residence on the sofa in the living room, which he has to go through to reach the kitchen. And, with all his luck, Baekhyun is awake, face lit up by the soft light of his phone.
Jongin tries to be quiet; maybe if he tiptoes he won’t be noticed.
“Jonginnie?”
Shit.
“Hyung,” Jongin acknowledges him with a mumble and blinks sleepily, hoping Baekhyun won’t keep him if he acts like he’s really tired, although the way his body is responding to Baekhyun’s presence isn’t really making that easy. It’s a conditioned response now; Baekhyun’s presence means Baekhyun’s hands, which in turn means hair-pulling fantasies and jacking off time!
Baekhyun turns his phone round so it shines on Jongin instead.
“Can’t sleep?” he questions, and Jongin doesn’t have time for what seems to be a knowing smile playing on Baekhyun’s lips.
“Mm, just need a drink.” Jongin runs a hand through his hair, ignoring the way it’s starting to stick to his forehead with the insistent heat rising in his face.
“I know what horny looks like, Jongin,” Baekhyun smirks, “and I’m seeing it right now.”
Jongin freezes for a moment, because how the hell did Baekhyun rumble him so quick? And his forwardness is something that one never really gets used to.
“Shut up,” Jongin retorts, turning his back and carrying on into the kitchen, if anything to get away from the shame.
But the shame, and Baekhyun, follows him.
“I could help you, if you want?”
Okay, what?
Jongin turns, eyes wide and eyebrows raised as high as they can go because 1, this is Byun Baekhyun offering him sexual help, and 2, is this even a thing that happens?
Jongin gulps, not even aware of how he nods his head willingly, or of how Baekhyun’s expression shifts a little, slightly afraid he’d asked the wrong question.
“Good,” Baekhyun grins, face slipping back into his mischievous expression and moving closer, “I noticed you acting kind of strange around me the past few weeks, and I think I know why now.”
Baekhyun’s hand goes straight for Jongin’s hair, fingers tangling softly before he tugs. It’s a gentle tug, to start with, but the effect it has is all the same. Jongin tries to restrain himself, biting slightly into his bottom lip, regulating his breathing steadily out of his nose, but the way he arches into the touch, neck exposed and eyes fluttering shut, is enough to give him away.
“You like this, huh?” there’s a teasing smile on Baekhyun’s lips, and Jongin tries his best to make what seems like a noncommittal grunt. Baekhyun’s hand smooths over his scalp for a moment, before his grip is tightening again, voice hot against his ear, a breathy chuckle hitting his skin when Jongin lets out the tiniest noise at the back of his throat, mouth parting as his breaths start coming out in pants.
Baekhyun’s other hand strokes against the side of his neck, where Jongin bets he can feel his pulse quicken beneath his palm.
“You like getting your hair pulled, Jonginnie?”
Jongin only replies by curling his fingers into the fabric at the front Baekhyun’s shirt where he’s holding onto him and letting out an embarrassed whine.
Baekhyun slowly backs him up against the closest wall, teasingly nips at his earlobe.
“Do you?” his hand moves and tugs lower down on Jongin’s nape this time, where he’s even more sensitive and makes him choke out a moan.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters before swallowing thickly, his entire body breaking out in goosebumps. Jongin’s already so unbelievably turned on by just this, just Baekhyun’s hold on him, that when he feels Baekhyun’s thigh nudge between his, just the right amount of pressure against his crotch, he can’t help the quiet whine that escapes him as his knees go a little weak.
“Hyung,” he says, choked up, voice tight. Baekhyun’s hand rakes through his hair as he noses along his throat, eventually deciding on a spot on the side of his neck to press his mouth to, sucking gently and teeth grazing the skin just as Jongin’s hair receives another sharp pull.
Jongin’s eyes squeeze shut and whimpers through gritted teeth as he tries so hard not to move his hips, not to give away how much Baekhyun’s actions are affecting him. It’s to no avail, because the way that Baekhyun tugs his head to the side and continues biting and licking at his neck makes his back arch in pleasure, pressing his hips forward, further into Baekhyun’s. The hint of friction he gets is tantalising, feel so good against where he’s already fully hard in his sweatpants - he’d be embarrassed because Baekhyun has hardly been touching him for two minutes, but it feels so fucking good and he’s never had anyone do this to him before, paying so much attention to his weak spots.
He’s full-on panting now, only interrupted by the tiny noises he makes every time he rolls his hips, every time Baekhyun reciprocates the action. And the other’s occasional utterances of you’re such a sensitive one, aren’t you? and you look so pretty like this, Jonginnie, so pretty, and you sound so cute send shivers across Jongin’s skin.
Baekhyun’s mouth is working on his collarbone now, sucking a new mark into the hot skin there to accompany each tug of his hair, and Jongin’s so worked up, his hands pawing and grabbing at Baekhyun’s chest, incapable of forming any words to convey how good it feels.
“Do you think you can come like this? Just from this?” Baekhyun’s voice is lower and hoarser than it normally is, muffled against Jongin’s skin.
The words make Jongin’s breath hitch in his throat, arch further into Baekhyun’s hold.
“Please,” is all that he can get out, hips stuttering, faltering in their rhythm as he gets so close to the edge, only spurred on by Baekhyun’s words; wants to show him that he can.
Baekhyun moves his other hand so they’re now both in Jongin’s hair, pulls sharply, rocks his hips upwards one last time and that’s all it takes for Jongin to lose it; gasping and moaning as he comes in his pants, fingertips digging into Baekhyun’s chest so firmly it’ll probably leave marks afterwards.
Baekhyun’s touches soften, hands gently carding through his hair, pressing chaste kisses over the marks he’s made as Jongin comes down.
“Think you can sleep now?” he gently rubs the nape of Jongin’s neck, it’s almost massage-like and Jongin’s head tilts forwards.
“Mhm,” he hums in reply, eyes already growing heavy. “Thanks,” he mumbles as an afterthought, because God, he needed that.
Baekhyun smiles and presses another soft kiss to Jongin’s cheek, and he decides sleepless nights maybe won’t be so bad from now on.
rating: NC-17 i guess?
length: 1,700
genre: smut, yet again
warnings: hair-pulling, dry humping
summary: Jongin has a hair-pulling kink. And Baekhyun's hands are perfect for it.
It starts off as a playful gesture; Jongin tugging Baekhyun’s hair out of annoyance on the way back from a performance, because he’s being a little shit as always, teasing the members in that dumb mocking voice he always does, still full of energy after today’s schedule.
And Jongin doesn’t think anything of the action, doesn’t think Baekhyun does either because it’s something they always do - Baekhyun’s used to getting physical retaliations to his bad jokes.
The thing that makes that one time most memorable, however, is the way Baekhyun giggled obnoxiously before reaching out one of his own hands to return the punishment.
It only lasts for a second - Baekhyun’s fingers tangled in his hair, the sharp tug that he gives - but the way it makes Jongin’s breath catch, hands gripping tighter at the edge of his seat, lasts much longer.
He hopes Baekhyun doesn’t notice, trying to play it cool, ignore the tingling in his scalp and lower down his body as the other members are occupied with talking to each other around him in the van.
“You okay?” Sehun’s voice asks quietly, eyebrows knitting together slightly in concern. Of course, Sehun always notices. “You kinda look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“I’m fine,” Jongin mutters, licking his dry lips and blinking himself back to reality. Maybe he can play it off as tiredness. “Can I have some of your water?”
“Sure,” Sehun replies, handing it over to him right away. Jongin takes a few large gulps of it and hopes it’ll wash his thoughts away.
It turns out it doesn’t. That night, he can’t stop thinking about it and he’s getting incredibly warm under his sheets, sleep far away from his mind. Jongin whimpers as he touches himself to the thought of it, fingers curling around his cock as his other hand goes to pull his own hair, imagining it was Baekhyun. Baekhyun’s long, slender, pretty fingers buried in his hair, gripping so tight it hurts in the most beautiful way.
He’s trying not to make any noise, not to wake anyone else up but he’s so close, so he tugs over a corner of his bedcover and bites down on it, ready to muffle the whines he won’t be able to hold back.
Jongin can’t even help the way his grip on his hair gets tighter by default as he nears his release, eyes screwing up, hand pumping his cock quickening, bed creaking slightly as his back arches off of it.
It’s just a few desperate inhales and a last tug at his hair before he’s coming, choked moans stifled through the fabric between his teeth as he spills into his hand, some on his stomach.
It knocks the air out of him, and the hand previously in his hair falls down to rest over his eyes, needing a moment to catch his breath and process what just happened.
It takes about two weeks (two weeks of getting off to the thought of Baekhyun’s hands in his hair, sometimes in other places too) for Baekhyun to finally notice anything.
It’s one restless night (see: spent touching himself to his new favourite fantasy but not quite getting the stimulation he needs) when Jongin tiredly ambles out to the kitchen, in the hopes that a nice, cold glass of water will simmer things down. Or something like that.
Of course, Jongin had forgotten that Baekhyun was currently taking up residence on the sofa in the living room, which he has to go through to reach the kitchen. And, with all his luck, Baekhyun is awake, face lit up by the soft light of his phone.
Jongin tries to be quiet; maybe if he tiptoes he won’t be noticed.
“Jonginnie?”
Shit.
“Hyung,” Jongin acknowledges him with a mumble and blinks sleepily, hoping Baekhyun won’t keep him if he acts like he’s really tired, although the way his body is responding to Baekhyun’s presence isn’t really making that easy. It’s a conditioned response now; Baekhyun’s presence means Baekhyun’s hands, which in turn means hair-pulling fantasies and jacking off time!
Baekhyun turns his phone round so it shines on Jongin instead.
“Can’t sleep?” he questions, and Jongin doesn’t have time for what seems to be a knowing smile playing on Baekhyun’s lips.
“Mm, just need a drink.” Jongin runs a hand through his hair, ignoring the way it’s starting to stick to his forehead with the insistent heat rising in his face.
“I know what horny looks like, Jongin,” Baekhyun smirks, “and I’m seeing it right now.”
Jongin freezes for a moment, because how the hell did Baekhyun rumble him so quick? And his forwardness is something that one never really gets used to.
“Shut up,” Jongin retorts, turning his back and carrying on into the kitchen, if anything to get away from the shame.
But the shame, and Baekhyun, follows him.
“I could help you, if you want?”
Okay, what?
Jongin turns, eyes wide and eyebrows raised as high as they can go because 1, this is Byun Baekhyun offering him sexual help, and 2, is this even a thing that happens?
Jongin gulps, not even aware of how he nods his head willingly, or of how Baekhyun’s expression shifts a little, slightly afraid he’d asked the wrong question.
“Good,” Baekhyun grins, face slipping back into his mischievous expression and moving closer, “I noticed you acting kind of strange around me the past few weeks, and I think I know why now.”
Baekhyun’s hand goes straight for Jongin’s hair, fingers tangling softly before he tugs. It’s a gentle tug, to start with, but the effect it has is all the same. Jongin tries to restrain himself, biting slightly into his bottom lip, regulating his breathing steadily out of his nose, but the way he arches into the touch, neck exposed and eyes fluttering shut, is enough to give him away.
“You like this, huh?” there’s a teasing smile on Baekhyun’s lips, and Jongin tries his best to make what seems like a noncommittal grunt. Baekhyun’s hand smooths over his scalp for a moment, before his grip is tightening again, voice hot against his ear, a breathy chuckle hitting his skin when Jongin lets out the tiniest noise at the back of his throat, mouth parting as his breaths start coming out in pants.
Baekhyun’s other hand strokes against the side of his neck, where Jongin bets he can feel his pulse quicken beneath his palm.
“You like getting your hair pulled, Jonginnie?”
Jongin only replies by curling his fingers into the fabric at the front Baekhyun’s shirt where he’s holding onto him and letting out an embarrassed whine.
Baekhyun slowly backs him up against the closest wall, teasingly nips at his earlobe.
“Do you?” his hand moves and tugs lower down on Jongin’s nape this time, where he’s even more sensitive and makes him choke out a moan.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters before swallowing thickly, his entire body breaking out in goosebumps. Jongin’s already so unbelievably turned on by just this, just Baekhyun’s hold on him, that when he feels Baekhyun’s thigh nudge between his, just the right amount of pressure against his crotch, he can’t help the quiet whine that escapes him as his knees go a little weak.
“Hyung,” he says, choked up, voice tight. Baekhyun’s hand rakes through his hair as he noses along his throat, eventually deciding on a spot on the side of his neck to press his mouth to, sucking gently and teeth grazing the skin just as Jongin’s hair receives another sharp pull.
Jongin’s eyes squeeze shut and whimpers through gritted teeth as he tries so hard not to move his hips, not to give away how much Baekhyun’s actions are affecting him. It’s to no avail, because the way that Baekhyun tugs his head to the side and continues biting and licking at his neck makes his back arch in pleasure, pressing his hips forward, further into Baekhyun’s. The hint of friction he gets is tantalising, feel so good against where he’s already fully hard in his sweatpants - he’d be embarrassed because Baekhyun has hardly been touching him for two minutes, but it feels so fucking good and he’s never had anyone do this to him before, paying so much attention to his weak spots.
He’s full-on panting now, only interrupted by the tiny noises he makes every time he rolls his hips, every time Baekhyun reciprocates the action. And the other’s occasional utterances of you’re such a sensitive one, aren’t you? and you look so pretty like this, Jonginnie, so pretty, and you sound so cute send shivers across Jongin’s skin.
Baekhyun’s mouth is working on his collarbone now, sucking a new mark into the hot skin there to accompany each tug of his hair, and Jongin’s so worked up, his hands pawing and grabbing at Baekhyun’s chest, incapable of forming any words to convey how good it feels.
“Do you think you can come like this? Just from this?” Baekhyun’s voice is lower and hoarser than it normally is, muffled against Jongin’s skin.
The words make Jongin’s breath hitch in his throat, arch further into Baekhyun’s hold.
“Please,” is all that he can get out, hips stuttering, faltering in their rhythm as he gets so close to the edge, only spurred on by Baekhyun’s words; wants to show him that he can.
Baekhyun moves his other hand so they’re now both in Jongin’s hair, pulls sharply, rocks his hips upwards one last time and that’s all it takes for Jongin to lose it; gasping and moaning as he comes in his pants, fingertips digging into Baekhyun’s chest so firmly it’ll probably leave marks afterwards.
Baekhyun’s touches soften, hands gently carding through his hair, pressing chaste kisses over the marks he’s made as Jongin comes down.
“Think you can sleep now?” he gently rubs the nape of Jongin’s neck, it’s almost massage-like and Jongin’s head tilts forwards.
“Mhm,” he hums in reply, eyes already growing heavy. “Thanks,” he mumbles as an afterthought, because God, he needed that.
Baekhyun smiles and presses another soft kiss to Jongin’s cheek, and he decides sleepless nights maybe won’t be so bad from now on.