[exo] miniskirts and thighfuckery; baekhyun/chanyeol; nc-17
Title: Miniskirts and Thighfuckery
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Baekhyun somehow ends up in a white miniskirt. This is obviously because of Chanyeol. Chanyeol thighfucks him. Yep. I am a troll.
Word Count: ~1,000
Baekhyun doesn’t know how he ends up in a skirt with no underwear on, really.
Okay, maybe he does. Maybe it’s Chanyeol’s fault. Maybe it’s because Chanyeol, that idiot roommate of his, had gone through his computer and found his pre-debut pictures--the ones of him dressed up in a girls top and white skirt in that school gag contest, dancing to SNSD.
“You look good!” Chanyeol had said with a big fat grin. “Hmm. Nice legs.”
“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun had said, lunging across the room for his laptop. “That is out of bounds! Illegal! I was fourteen! A minor!”
“Well then.” Chanyeol had gotten up and made his way over to Baekhyun, a short white miniskirt dangling between his fingers. “Perhaps you’d like to make it legal.”
So yes. Only because this is Chanyeol, and he always ends up giving in to Chanyeol’s stupid suggestions (Baekhyun doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s just a bit too eager to please sometimes), he ends up standing in the middle of their room in a short white miniskirt, with no underwear on.
“Um,” he says, feeling strangely awkward with Chanyeol’s eyes fixated on him. It’s not like they’re exactly strangers to each other’s body, but it’s the first time that Baekhyun’s felt Chanyeol scrutinise him in this way. “Are you done? Can I change out of this before, I don’t know, Jongin walks in and starts cackling like a mad child?”
“Why the rush?” Chanyeol says, making his way over. He runs a hand up Baekhyun’s naked leg. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”
“You would be too if you were in a skirt,” Baekhyun grits out. Chanyeol’s hand caresses his thigh, and Baekhyun feels a tingle where the rough pads of Chanyeol’s fingers make contact with his skin. “Chanyeol, what are you--”
“--you make a really hot girl, you know.” Chanyeol pulls back to look Baekhyun up and down. “I’d tap that.”
“You’re already tapping it,” Baekhyun mutters. And none too gently either. Baekhyun always feels kind of sore the morning after. Chanyeol lets out a bark of laughter and throws Baekhyun down on the bed, pressing his lips against Baekhyun’s.
“So, pretty lady,” Chanyeol murmurs, breaking the kiss, breath hot against Baekhyun’s cheek. “How may I pleasure you tonight?” As he says this, his hands play with the hem of Baekhyun’s skirt and rest on Baekhyun’s inner thigh. Chanyeol pushes them apart slightly, sliding down so that his head is between Baekhyun’s legs. Baekhyun shivers. The heat of Chanyeol’s hands burn on his thighs, and his cock is most definitely half-hard and straining against the white fabric of the miniskirt, staining the fabric with precome. Chanyeol fits his mouth over the bulge, sucking through the fabric.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun breathes. He bends his knees, spreading his legs wider as Chanyeol sneaks a hand underneath and squeezes his erection. Chanyeol smiles and pulls Baekhyun’s cock out, fitting his lips over the head. Baekhyun grips the sheets with one hand, grips Chanyeol’s hair with the other, and bucks his hips as Chanyeol takes his entire length into his mouth, sucking and licking and humming around the base.
Baekhyun lets out a whimper of disappointment when Chanyeol slides Baekhyun’s cock out of his mouth with a soft pop. He’s shaking against the bed, half undone, and Chanyeol pulls down his own sweatpants and palms his erection through his briefs. Baekhyun’s cock twitches when he sees just how hard Chanyeol is. He reaches up instinctively to tug down the elastic of Chanyeol’s briefs, freeing Chanyeol’s cock.
“Are you going to--? Should I prepare myself?” Baekhyun mutters, reaching for the lube in the bedside drawer. Chanyeol puts a hand over Baekhyun’s, stopping him from uncapping it.
“Let me,” he says, squeezing the lube onto his fingers. Baekhyun starts to turn around, expecting Chanyeol’s fingers--but Chanyeol pins him down and smears the lube onto Baekhyun’s thighs instead.
“Huh?” Chanyeol smooths his lubed hands over the insides of Baekhyun’s legs, curling a hand around Baekhyun’s cock and pumping languidly. “But--”
“--something different,” Chanyeol says. He leans over and nibbles on Baekhyun’s lower lip, then pulls Baekhyun up, carrying him bridal style off the bed. “Squeeze your legs together for me.”
Baekhyun stands so his thighs are pressed together. Chanyeol strokes his own cock, and slides it between Baekhyun’s thighs, moving a hand so he’s holding onto Baekhyun’s ass, working the skirt up so his cock is rubbing against Baekhyun’s balls.
“Touch yourself,” Chanyeol commands, voice rough and low. He starts moving, thrusting between the Baekhyun’s lubed thighs, kissing Baekhyun fervently. Baekhyun’s hand curls around his own cock, pumping in time with Chanyeol’s thrusts. The tip of his cock hits Chanyeol’s torso every time Chanyeol bucks his hips, and Chanyeol’s cock sliding in and out between his legs is more arousing than Baekhyun would’ve thought.
Chanyeol’s hands curl themselves over Baekhyun’s, and he starts pumping Baekhyun, groaning and nibbling on Baekhyun’s lip, jawline, sucking on the spot just above Baekhyun’s collarbone. Baekhyun shudders, a pleasurable tingle building up at the base of his torso, and he squeezes his thighs together harder around Chanyeol’s cock, harder, harder, as hard as he can with his shaking knees and laboured breaths, throwing his head back and scrabbling for purchase at Chanyeol’s back and--
“Come,” Chanyeol breathes.
Baekhyun comes.
Chanyeol thrusts in between Baekhyun’s thighs twice more and groans as he comes, hot and sticky on Baekhyun. Baekhyun collapses onto the bed, cock still twitching. He tries to regain his breath. The skirt is completely soiled.
“Beautiful (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧,” Chanyeol mutters, laughter lacing his voice. Baekhyun whacks him with a fist, then pulls Chanyeol on top of him, kissing him sweetly.
“You know what would be more beautiful?” he asks. Chanyeol shakes his head, tugging off Baekhyun’s soiled white miniskirt and throwing it to the floor. Baekhyun grins. He’s seen some pretty interesting predebut photos of Chanyeol floating around.
“Next time, you dress up in the skirt.”
a/n: because my babies hotarumyst and potaoto are now legal. so obviously porn is the best present. yes/yes? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ lol why am i such a troll
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Baekhyun somehow ends up in a white miniskirt. This is obviously because of Chanyeol. Chanyeol thighfucks him. Yep. I am a troll.
Word Count: ~1,000
Baekhyun doesn’t know how he ends up in a skirt with no underwear on, really.
Okay, maybe he does. Maybe it’s Chanyeol’s fault. Maybe it’s because Chanyeol, that idiot roommate of his, had gone through his computer and found his pre-debut pictures--the ones of him dressed up in a girls top and white skirt in that school gag contest, dancing to SNSD.
“You look good!” Chanyeol had said with a big fat grin. “Hmm. Nice legs.”
“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun had said, lunging across the room for his laptop. “That is out of bounds! Illegal! I was fourteen! A minor!”
“Well then.” Chanyeol had gotten up and made his way over to Baekhyun, a short white miniskirt dangling between his fingers. “Perhaps you’d like to make it legal.”
So yes. Only because this is Chanyeol, and he always ends up giving in to Chanyeol’s stupid suggestions (Baekhyun doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s just a bit too eager to please sometimes), he ends up standing in the middle of their room in a short white miniskirt, with no underwear on.
“Um,” he says, feeling strangely awkward with Chanyeol’s eyes fixated on him. It’s not like they’re exactly strangers to each other’s body, but it’s the first time that Baekhyun’s felt Chanyeol scrutinise him in this way. “Are you done? Can I change out of this before, I don’t know, Jongin walks in and starts cackling like a mad child?”
“Why the rush?” Chanyeol says, making his way over. He runs a hand up Baekhyun’s naked leg. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”
“You would be too if you were in a skirt,” Baekhyun grits out. Chanyeol’s hand caresses his thigh, and Baekhyun feels a tingle where the rough pads of Chanyeol’s fingers make contact with his skin. “Chanyeol, what are you--”
“--you make a really hot girl, you know.” Chanyeol pulls back to look Baekhyun up and down. “I’d tap that.”
“You’re already tapping it,” Baekhyun mutters. And none too gently either. Baekhyun always feels kind of sore the morning after. Chanyeol lets out a bark of laughter and throws Baekhyun down on the bed, pressing his lips against Baekhyun’s.
“So, pretty lady,” Chanyeol murmurs, breaking the kiss, breath hot against Baekhyun’s cheek. “How may I pleasure you tonight?” As he says this, his hands play with the hem of Baekhyun’s skirt and rest on Baekhyun’s inner thigh. Chanyeol pushes them apart slightly, sliding down so that his head is between Baekhyun’s legs. Baekhyun shivers. The heat of Chanyeol’s hands burn on his thighs, and his cock is most definitely half-hard and straining against the white fabric of the miniskirt, staining the fabric with precome. Chanyeol fits his mouth over the bulge, sucking through the fabric.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun breathes. He bends his knees, spreading his legs wider as Chanyeol sneaks a hand underneath and squeezes his erection. Chanyeol smiles and pulls Baekhyun’s cock out, fitting his lips over the head. Baekhyun grips the sheets with one hand, grips Chanyeol’s hair with the other, and bucks his hips as Chanyeol takes his entire length into his mouth, sucking and licking and humming around the base.
Baekhyun lets out a whimper of disappointment when Chanyeol slides Baekhyun’s cock out of his mouth with a soft pop. He’s shaking against the bed, half undone, and Chanyeol pulls down his own sweatpants and palms his erection through his briefs. Baekhyun’s cock twitches when he sees just how hard Chanyeol is. He reaches up instinctively to tug down the elastic of Chanyeol’s briefs, freeing Chanyeol’s cock.
“Are you going to--? Should I prepare myself?” Baekhyun mutters, reaching for the lube in the bedside drawer. Chanyeol puts a hand over Baekhyun’s, stopping him from uncapping it.
“Let me,” he says, squeezing the lube onto his fingers. Baekhyun starts to turn around, expecting Chanyeol’s fingers--but Chanyeol pins him down and smears the lube onto Baekhyun’s thighs instead.
“Huh?” Chanyeol smooths his lubed hands over the insides of Baekhyun’s legs, curling a hand around Baekhyun’s cock and pumping languidly. “But--”
“--something different,” Chanyeol says. He leans over and nibbles on Baekhyun’s lower lip, then pulls Baekhyun up, carrying him bridal style off the bed. “Squeeze your legs together for me.”
Baekhyun stands so his thighs are pressed together. Chanyeol strokes his own cock, and slides it between Baekhyun’s thighs, moving a hand so he’s holding onto Baekhyun’s ass, working the skirt up so his cock is rubbing against Baekhyun’s balls.
“Touch yourself,” Chanyeol commands, voice rough and low. He starts moving, thrusting between the Baekhyun’s lubed thighs, kissing Baekhyun fervently. Baekhyun’s hand curls around his own cock, pumping in time with Chanyeol’s thrusts. The tip of his cock hits Chanyeol’s torso every time Chanyeol bucks his hips, and Chanyeol’s cock sliding in and out between his legs is more arousing than Baekhyun would’ve thought.
Chanyeol’s hands curl themselves over Baekhyun’s, and he starts pumping Baekhyun, groaning and nibbling on Baekhyun’s lip, jawline, sucking on the spot just above Baekhyun’s collarbone. Baekhyun shudders, a pleasurable tingle building up at the base of his torso, and he squeezes his thighs together harder around Chanyeol’s cock, harder, harder, as hard as he can with his shaking knees and laboured breaths, throwing his head back and scrabbling for purchase at Chanyeol’s back and--
“Come,” Chanyeol breathes.
Baekhyun comes.
Chanyeol thrusts in between Baekhyun’s thighs twice more and groans as he comes, hot and sticky on Baekhyun. Baekhyun collapses onto the bed, cock still twitching. He tries to regain his breath. The skirt is completely soiled.
“Beautiful (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧,” Chanyeol mutters, laughter lacing his voice. Baekhyun whacks him with a fist, then pulls Chanyeol on top of him, kissing him sweetly.
“You know what would be more beautiful?” he asks. Chanyeol shakes his head, tugging off Baekhyun’s soiled white miniskirt and throwing it to the floor. Baekhyun grins. He’s seen some pretty interesting predebut photos of Chanyeol floating around.
“Next time, you dress up in the skirt.”
a/n: because my babies hotarumyst and potaoto are now legal. so obviously porn is the best present. yes/yes? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ lol why am i such a troll