bite that bark back
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Length: 1.3k
Warnings: Mild humiliation
Summary: Baekhyun really is a fan, but honestly, he can see why Jongdae might not believe him. Fill for this prompt.
Notes: this is probably terrible smut because it's my first time but aNYWAY I AM GOING TO HELL
It's a bright but chilly November day when Baekhyun finds his favorite idol sitting leisurely on a bench while taking the scenic route back to his apartment ("scenic," because it's through the park and on foot after Chanyeol's chatter caused him to miss the bus home. Again).
"Ohmygod, you're Kim Jongdae," are the first words that fall out of Baekhyun's mouth.
"Yep, I am." Kim Jondgae says to him, eyes focused on the screen of his phone through thick square frames, lips tight in apparent displeasure, finger tapping the side of his travel cup.
His voice is beautiful. Baekhyun thinks he might faint.
Actually, everything about him is beautiful. From his defined cheekbones to his long eyelashes, Kim Jongdae is a work of art.
"I'm Byun Baekhyun," Baekhyun tells him eagerly, thrusting his hand in front of Jongdae's face. "Oh my god, it is an honor to meet you, let me tell you, I am a huge fan-"
"Byun Baekhyun, did you say?" Jongdae's looking up at him from his phone, lips now curled into a smile.
The expression is a little bitter, and Baekhyun's own grin freezes on his face. "Oh. Do you, ah, know who I am?"
"My fan, of course, " Jongdae says smartly, looking back down to his phone. "My fan who, just yesterday, announced on his blog that 'Kim Jongdae's voice is so high, it makes me wonder if his balls ever dropped. Maybe all his high vocals are to make up for his two inch dick,'" he reads from the screen, voice mockingly high. "A huge fan, huh?" He looks back up at Baekhyun, and his lips are again tight across his face. "There are five posts like that on your blog just this month, and it's only the twelfth."
Baekhyun feels his face burn, and he breaks his gaze. "I didn't mean it," he mumbles.
Jongdae snorts. "Of course you didn't," he says sarcastically. "Which is why you said it. Makes perfect sense, if you ask me."
Baekhyun fidgets under his glare, saying nothing but shit, shit, why the fuck did I have to write all that-
"Where are you headed?" Jongdae abruptly breaks his train of thought.
He blinks. "What?"
The singer lets out a sigh of exasperation, but repeats himself. "Where. Are. You. Headed."
"Home, " Baekhyun responds, hesitation thick in his voice.
Jongdae's lips curve into a smirk, but his eyes are icy. "Take me with you?"
The implication is clear, and Baekhyun can’t bring himself to turn him down.
---
Jongdae wastes no time in shoving Baekhyun up against the wall as soon as the door clicks shut. His body is pressed up tightly against Baekhyun's, already kissing him roughly. Jongdae pulls away, and Baekhyun gasps for air.
The singer kisses along his jawline, stopping at his ear to hiss, "You really need to fucking watch what you say."
Baekhyun gulps. This whole thing is so intense, his heart is going to break through his chest, Kim Jongdae's lips are moving towards his neck, his hand is moving down to his crotch -
"Enjoying this, aren't you?" he chuckles, then, hand rubbing against the blogger's crotch, grabs Baekhyun's hair and tugs his head back sharply, exposing his neck.
The noise Baekhyun makes is somewhere between a whine and a moan.
"Tell me," Jongdae orders. "Say it." He bites down harshly onto Baekhyun's neck.
"Yes," he rasps out, "Fuck, Jongdae-"
"Shut up."
Baekhyun obeys, throat swallowing against Jongdae's lips.
"You know," Jongdae says conversationally, "I really think I prefer you like this. Quiet." Another bite. Baekhyun lets out a high pitched whine. "No stupid fucking insults, no two faced bullshit-"
"It wasn't bullshit!" Baekhyun objects. "I really am-"
"A hypocritical little shit stain?" Jongdae snaps back. "Because I really can't think of anything else you could be."
“Sorry?” Baekhyun suggests weakly.
“Doubt it,” Jongdae returns coldly, releasing Baekhyun’s hair and stepping back to give him some space. “Get on your knees.”
The blogger slowly drops to the ground, biting his lip, eyes cast up at the singer, who’s in the process of swiftly undoing his pants. Jongdae smiles as he drags his thumb down Baekhyun’s jawline.
“You’re really quite pretty,” he murmurs, tracing the bone, and Baekhyun's eyes flutter shut. He reaches his bottom lip, letting his thumb linger, and Baekhyun’s breath catches, lips gently parting in response to the touch. “It’s too bad you’re such a prick.”
He finishes unzipping his pants and pushes them down, sliding his boxers down with them. They drop to the floor, pooling around his feet, and Baekhyun’s left face to face with Jongdae’s erection.
Which isn’t even close to being two inches long Baekhyun could fucking slap himself-
“Still think my dick is small?” Jongdae smirks.
Baekhyun shakes his head slightly, eyes never really leaving Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae grabs his jaw, lifting his chin and pressing his cock against his mouth.
“Open up,” Jongdae says firmly, and as Baekhyun lets his cock slip in, nonchalantly adds, “Oh, by the way, you may want to relax your throat.”
Jongdae’s hand is back in the blogger’s hair, grip tighter than before, and Baekhyun’s eyes widen, darting up to the smug grin on the singer’s face before squeezing tightly shut as Jongdae pushes his head down onto his cock until it hits the back of his throat. He gags a little, tears beginning to form at his eyelashes, but he does his best to take the thrust.
And that’s how Jongdae fucks his mouth, hard and deep, until the tears have fallen from Baekhyun’s eyelashes down his cheeks, until his breathing and shallow and his pace is ragged, at which point he pulls out of Baekhyun’s mouth and cums across his cheek with a satisfied groan.
Baekhyun lifts his hand to his cheek as Jongdae releases him, coughing slightly, and touches his fingers to the mess before quickly pulling away and looking at his fingers, letting out a small wail of embarrassment.
Jongdae drops down on one knee in front of him, wiping away the tearstain on his other cheek away with his thumb. “You okay, sweetheart?” he coos.
He’s fairly positive Jongdae doesn’t actually care, that this is just something else to take him down a peg, but he nods anyway, pouting slightly.
The singer takes Baekhyun’s soiled hand and brings it to his lips. “Better clean that up.”
So Baekhyun licks Jongdae’s cum off his fingers, humiliated, and Jongdae cackles as he swipes the rest of his cum into Baekhyun’s mouth with his thumb. “Make sure to swallow, babe.”
He stares at the ground in shame as the semen slides down his throat.
He stays like that, cheeks burning red and lower lip between his teeth, as Jongdae pulls his pants back up and rustles around in his pocket, but then there’s a click! of a camera shutter and Baekhyun looks up in horror.
“You didn’t,” he gasps out.
“Put that on your blog,” Jongdae snickers, tapping quickly at his screen, then tucking his phone away and bending down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Also, do me a favor?”
Baekhyun can only stare at him imploringly, and Jongdae crouches in front of him.
“Never, ever,” he says in a low voice, “fucking call yourself my fan again. We clear?”
Something warm at wet drips down his nose, and after a beat, Baekhyun realizes what it is.
“You spit on me,” he says incredulously. “I can’t fucking believe-”
Jongdae doesn’t bother hearing him out. “Enjoy the photo,” he laughs as he rises, and the tone is a little cruel. “I know I sure will.” He turns and opens the door. “See you around, asswipe.”
The door clicks shut, and Jongdae is gone.
For a while, the only sound in the hall is Baekhyun’s heavy breathing.
Then he groans quietly. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Asshole fucking came across his face, spit on him, and, after all that, left him hard.
But, Baekhyun supposes bitterly as he reaches down into his pants, you give what you get.
And, he grudgingly admits to himself as he wraps his hand around his cock, he’s still kind of smitten with Kim Jongdae.
Maybe it’s time for the blog posts to stop.
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Length: 1.3k
Warnings: Mild humiliation
Summary: Baekhyun really is a fan, but honestly, he can see why Jongdae might not believe him. Fill for this prompt.
Notes: this is probably terrible smut because it's my first time but aNYWAY I AM GOING TO HELL
It's a bright but chilly November day when Baekhyun finds his favorite idol sitting leisurely on a bench while taking the scenic route back to his apartment ("scenic," because it's through the park and on foot after Chanyeol's chatter caused him to miss the bus home. Again).
"Ohmygod, you're Kim Jongdae," are the first words that fall out of Baekhyun's mouth.
"Yep, I am." Kim Jondgae says to him, eyes focused on the screen of his phone through thick square frames, lips tight in apparent displeasure, finger tapping the side of his travel cup.
His voice is beautiful. Baekhyun thinks he might faint.
Actually, everything about him is beautiful. From his defined cheekbones to his long eyelashes, Kim Jongdae is a work of art.
"I'm Byun Baekhyun," Baekhyun tells him eagerly, thrusting his hand in front of Jongdae's face. "Oh my god, it is an honor to meet you, let me tell you, I am a huge fan-"
"Byun Baekhyun, did you say?" Jongdae's looking up at him from his phone, lips now curled into a smile.
The expression is a little bitter, and Baekhyun's own grin freezes on his face. "Oh. Do you, ah, know who I am?"
"My fan, of course, " Jongdae says smartly, looking back down to his phone. "My fan who, just yesterday, announced on his blog that 'Kim Jongdae's voice is so high, it makes me wonder if his balls ever dropped. Maybe all his high vocals are to make up for his two inch dick,'" he reads from the screen, voice mockingly high. "A huge fan, huh?" He looks back up at Baekhyun, and his lips are again tight across his face. "There are five posts like that on your blog just this month, and it's only the twelfth."
Baekhyun feels his face burn, and he breaks his gaze. "I didn't mean it," he mumbles.
Jongdae snorts. "Of course you didn't," he says sarcastically. "Which is why you said it. Makes perfect sense, if you ask me."
Baekhyun fidgets under his glare, saying nothing but shit, shit, why the fuck did I have to write all that-
"Where are you headed?" Jongdae abruptly breaks his train of thought.
He blinks. "What?"
The singer lets out a sigh of exasperation, but repeats himself. "Where. Are. You. Headed."
"Home, " Baekhyun responds, hesitation thick in his voice.
Jongdae's lips curve into a smirk, but his eyes are icy. "Take me with you?"
The implication is clear, and Baekhyun can’t bring himself to turn him down.
---
Jongdae wastes no time in shoving Baekhyun up against the wall as soon as the door clicks shut. His body is pressed up tightly against Baekhyun's, already kissing him roughly. Jongdae pulls away, and Baekhyun gasps for air.
The singer kisses along his jawline, stopping at his ear to hiss, "You really need to fucking watch what you say."
Baekhyun gulps. This whole thing is so intense, his heart is going to break through his chest, Kim Jongdae's lips are moving towards his neck, his hand is moving down to his crotch -
"Enjoying this, aren't you?" he chuckles, then, hand rubbing against the blogger's crotch, grabs Baekhyun's hair and tugs his head back sharply, exposing his neck.
The noise Baekhyun makes is somewhere between a whine and a moan.
"Tell me," Jongdae orders. "Say it." He bites down harshly onto Baekhyun's neck.
"Yes," he rasps out, "Fuck, Jongdae-"
"Shut up."
Baekhyun obeys, throat swallowing against Jongdae's lips.
"You know," Jongdae says conversationally, "I really think I prefer you like this. Quiet." Another bite. Baekhyun lets out a high pitched whine. "No stupid fucking insults, no two faced bullshit-"
"It wasn't bullshit!" Baekhyun objects. "I really am-"
"A hypocritical little shit stain?" Jongdae snaps back. "Because I really can't think of anything else you could be."
“Sorry?” Baekhyun suggests weakly.
“Doubt it,” Jongdae returns coldly, releasing Baekhyun’s hair and stepping back to give him some space. “Get on your knees.”
The blogger slowly drops to the ground, biting his lip, eyes cast up at the singer, who’s in the process of swiftly undoing his pants. Jongdae smiles as he drags his thumb down Baekhyun’s jawline.
“You’re really quite pretty,” he murmurs, tracing the bone, and Baekhyun's eyes flutter shut. He reaches his bottom lip, letting his thumb linger, and Baekhyun’s breath catches, lips gently parting in response to the touch. “It’s too bad you’re such a prick.”
He finishes unzipping his pants and pushes them down, sliding his boxers down with them. They drop to the floor, pooling around his feet, and Baekhyun’s left face to face with Jongdae’s erection.
Which isn’t even close to being two inches long Baekhyun could fucking slap himself-
“Still think my dick is small?” Jongdae smirks.
Baekhyun shakes his head slightly, eyes never really leaving Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae grabs his jaw, lifting his chin and pressing his cock against his mouth.
“Open up,” Jongdae says firmly, and as Baekhyun lets his cock slip in, nonchalantly adds, “Oh, by the way, you may want to relax your throat.”
Jongdae’s hand is back in the blogger’s hair, grip tighter than before, and Baekhyun’s eyes widen, darting up to the smug grin on the singer’s face before squeezing tightly shut as Jongdae pushes his head down onto his cock until it hits the back of his throat. He gags a little, tears beginning to form at his eyelashes, but he does his best to take the thrust.
And that’s how Jongdae fucks his mouth, hard and deep, until the tears have fallen from Baekhyun’s eyelashes down his cheeks, until his breathing and shallow and his pace is ragged, at which point he pulls out of Baekhyun’s mouth and cums across his cheek with a satisfied groan.
Baekhyun lifts his hand to his cheek as Jongdae releases him, coughing slightly, and touches his fingers to the mess before quickly pulling away and looking at his fingers, letting out a small wail of embarrassment.
Jongdae drops down on one knee in front of him, wiping away the tearstain on his other cheek away with his thumb. “You okay, sweetheart?” he coos.
He’s fairly positive Jongdae doesn’t actually care, that this is just something else to take him down a peg, but he nods anyway, pouting slightly.
The singer takes Baekhyun’s soiled hand and brings it to his lips. “Better clean that up.”
So Baekhyun licks Jongdae’s cum off his fingers, humiliated, and Jongdae cackles as he swipes the rest of his cum into Baekhyun’s mouth with his thumb. “Make sure to swallow, babe.”
He stares at the ground in shame as the semen slides down his throat.
He stays like that, cheeks burning red and lower lip between his teeth, as Jongdae pulls his pants back up and rustles around in his pocket, but then there’s a click! of a camera shutter and Baekhyun looks up in horror.
“You didn’t,” he gasps out.
“Put that on your blog,” Jongdae snickers, tapping quickly at his screen, then tucking his phone away and bending down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Also, do me a favor?”
Baekhyun can only stare at him imploringly, and Jongdae crouches in front of him.
“Never, ever,” he says in a low voice, “fucking call yourself my fan again. We clear?”
Something warm at wet drips down his nose, and after a beat, Baekhyun realizes what it is.
“You spit on me,” he says incredulously. “I can’t fucking believe-”
Jongdae doesn’t bother hearing him out. “Enjoy the photo,” he laughs as he rises, and the tone is a little cruel. “I know I sure will.” He turns and opens the door. “See you around, asswipe.”
The door clicks shut, and Jongdae is gone.
For a while, the only sound in the hall is Baekhyun’s heavy breathing.
Then he groans quietly. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Asshole fucking came across his face, spit on him, and, after all that, left him hard.
But, Baekhyun supposes bitterly as he reaches down into his pants, you give what you get.
And, he grudgingly admits to himself as he wraps his hand around his cock, he’s still kind of smitten with Kim Jongdae.
Maybe it’s time for the blog posts to stop.