For everyone: Laid Out, Spread Out
For: Everyone
Author: thesockmonster
Title: Laid Out, Spread Out
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zitao/Baekhyun (side Sehun/Kyungsoo)
Word count: 2100w
Warnings: female Zitao and Baekhyun, shameless pwp
Summary: Taozi is Baekhee's favorite lunch.
Baekhee may not be a tall, stern looking woman, but she still manages to strike an imposing figure at the head of the table, sitting with her legs crossed and hands folded neatly in her lap as she takes in the progress of their latest project with a discerning ear. Sehun appears nervous at having the full attention of his boss - constantly licking over his lips as he reads from his notes - but he continues without pause until the end.
From her position on the opposite side of the long boardroom table, Taozi gives Sehun a subtle wink and a thumbs-up when he’s finished. Sehun sits down after wiping his palms on his slacks, relieved that Baekhee isn’t frowning because when Baekhee frowns, there are Consequences.
It’s not like Baekhee is a strict, terrible boss, but as team leader, it’s her ass on the line when it’s time to report to the higher-ups. If anyone on the team fails to do their part, Baekhee takes the heat. The only time she ever puts her foot down is when deadlines are drawing near, and Taozi has to admit that it’s really hot.
This morning’s meeting is mostly a formality; everything has been on schedule so far and they should tie up the last few strings by the end of the day. That seems to please Baekhee who allows them all to go early. Taozi pauses by Baekhee once everyone else is out, letting the door close with a click before they’re alone.
“New dress?” Baekhee appraises, clearly admiring the deep blue fabric that cuts low along the top before flaring out around the waist. Baekhee’s thumb caresses over the curve of Taozi’s hip thoughtfully, but before she can speak, there’s a knock at the door. “Later,” Baekhee promises, her hand dropping.
Later.
Taozi is in the breakroom, her heels slipped off to ease the aching in her toes and her eyes staring unfocused at the coffee maker. She’s waiting for the pot to refill because if she doesn’t get a dose of caffeine before noon, the afternoon slump will eat her alive. It’s always the worst during a deadline week; the drive is there, but the energy is lacking and Taozi tries valiantly to keep herself on track.
She startles when an arm slides around her waist from behind, relaxing almost immediately when she hears Baekhee’s accompanying soft laughter.
"What are you thinking about?" Baekhee hums, her fingers pressed flat to Taozi's abdomen.
Taozi's stomach contracts at the warmth that bleeds through her dress, a shiver following because Baekhee’s breath tickles along her neck. She answers with a soft hum, allowing some of her weight to drop against Baekhee. “You think Sehun knows his pants are tight enough to showcase the outline of his panties?” she wonders aloud. It’s something she meant to bring up with Sehun earlier, but there wasn’t time.
Baekhee snorts unattractively. “Is that what you were doing at the meeting? Staring at Sehun’s attire to see what he was wearing underneath?”
“Hardly,” Taozi replies. “I already know what he’s wearing. I just don’t know if he’s being obvious about it purposely or not.” Taozi had been the one to lead a blushing Sehun into the lingerie store, pretending to be his girlfriend and holding up various lacy panties for his approval before they bought a few for him to wear, along with a pretty pair of thigh highs with purple lace around the top.
“I’m going with purposely.” Baekhee slides out from behind Taozi to prop against the counter in front of the coffee maker. “I saw him drop something by Kyungsoo’s desk earlier. I’ve never seen someone take so long to bend over. I was waiting for Kyungsoo to get a nosebleed from how hard he was concentrating on Sehun’s ass.”
“Oh good,” Taozi breathes. “Maybe now he’ll stop coming to me for advice on how to get Kyungsoo to notice him.” Sehun is tragically useless when it comes to flirting and Taozi’s ideas on how to help are starting to run thin. As is her patience. If Sehun hadn’t managed to get into Kyungsoo’s pants by the holiday office party, she had vowed to lock them in the third floor closet - the smallest closet in the building - until Sehun confessed. This way would be much more practical.
“When are you going to stop playing matchmaker?” Baekhee teases, head tilted to the side. She’s lovely today; Baekhee is attractive every day, but it ranges from adorable kitten to mistress of mayhem and Taozi never knows what she’s going to see when she gets to work. It’s part of what she likes so much about Baekhee.
Today Baekhee is going for simple. Her dark brown hair falls in straightened layers to frame her face, eyes lined with gray and lips tinted the same shade of pink as her top. A high waisted white skirt clings to the soft curves of Baekhee’s thighs and hips, and it’s so alluring it almost pulls attention from the strappy white heels she has on her feet that do wonders for her calves.
The coffee maker beeps, the pot refilled, and Baekhee scoots Taozi out of the way to make herself a cup first. And Taozi lets her because she’s still a little foggy-headed from imagining all the ways she can coax Baekhee out of that skirt and get her legs tossed over Taozi’s shoulders.
Even in her heels, Baekhee has to stand on her toes to drop a soft, unexpected kiss on the corner of Taozi’s mouth. “I know what you’re thinking,” Baekhee whispers. Taozi’s gut clenches tight before her stomach drops. “I’ll be taking lunch in my office today,” Baekhee adds, stepping back as her eyes rove over Taozi’s body appreciatively. “You should join me.”
As she nearly forgets to make her own coffee, Taozi wonders if she’ll ever be immune to her girlfriend’s charms.
Taozi leaves her heels under her desk, padding barefoot over the carpeted floor toward Baekhee's office. She pauses momentarily when she passes the bathroom, a very loud - very Sehun - whine filtering through the door that's quickly followed by a moan of Kyungsoo's name. After that, Taozi speeds off, confident that Sehun has solved all his Kyungsoo's woes.
Baekhee is sitting at her desk, hair twisted back with a pen holding it in place, as she types. Taozi is stealthy as she closes the door and locks it behind her, admiring the way the sun spills through the blinds to create an ethereal glow around her girlfriend. There's no distracting Baekhee when she's immersed in work, so Taozi slides onto Baekhee's desk, butt perched beside the mouse pad and her legs crossed as she waits. It isn't long before Baekhee is pushing her keyboard away and pulling Taozi to take its place.
"My favorite piece of office equipment," Baekhee teases as she runs her hands up Taozi's thighs, uncrossing her legs.
Taozi swings her foot to knock against Baekhee's leg, pouting even as Baekhee's fingers glide further, slipping underneath the hem of her dress with ease. It's difficult to pretend to be offended when Baekhee's fingers are hot and insistent, teasing along Taozi's inner thighs, high enough to brush the edge of her panties. The effect on Taozi's body is immediate.
The fabric of her dress is bunched around Baekhee's wrists and Baekhee pauses to wiggle free, grabbing Taozi by the butt and sliding her forward. Taozi startles, grabbing the edge of the desk so she doesn't fall off, but Baekhee seems to have no intention of letting her go anywhere. A palm on her stomach has Taozi laying flat, Baekhee's cup of pens scattering on the floor when the cup is knocked off the desk by her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Taozi asks in a breathless rush.
Baekhee's eyes narrow as she gazes at Taozi from between her legs. "Having lunch."
Taozi bursts into laughter, dropping her head on the wood to giggle. "That is actually the worst - oh."
Baekhee has her fingers hooked in the sides of Taozi's panties and is now tugging them down her thighs, nails raking over sensitive flesh along the way. The cool air makes Taozi's exposed skin pebble, her heart already picking up a quicker pace just anticipating Baekhee's next move. Taozi may not be turned on yet, but Baekhee’s never had any difficulty setting Taozi aflame.
Truthfully, Taozi should have known that Baekhee would have something so shamelessly dirty planned during the half an hour they get to eat, but being spread open on her desk, Baekhee’s arms hooking under Taozi’s knees, is not what she’d envisioned. But she won’t complain about it.
Baekhee leaves soft kisses along both of Taozi’s thighs, nosing her way up teasing and light, knowing that Taozi gets flustered easily. Taozi’s teeth sink firmly into her lower lip, a gurgled noise trapped in her throat when Baekhee decides she’s done with the torture and licks a long, steady line straight between Taozi’s legs.
Taozi’s thighs tense, her eyes rolling back until they close as she tries to rock her hips, wanting nothing more than to grind herself on Baekhee’s tongue until she comes. A low moan fills the room, Baekhee’s tongue spreading Taozi wide, dipping inside of her like she’s desperate for it. Taozi feels herself flushing, heat spreading through her cheeks and down to her chest where her nipples peak inside her bra.
Baekhee has always been enthusiastic about eating Taozi out and she’s no less passionate about it now; her tongue twists, curls, fucks into Taozi in a rhythm that has Taozi gripping tight to the desk with both hands. She’s panting, trying to hold in all the noises she knows Baekhee is trying to coax out into the open. The door may be locked, but that doesn’t mean she can afford to be loud, to draw attention.
Baekhee’s mouth moves up, tongue flicking over her clit. Two slim fingers slide inside Taozi, crooking up just right and Taozi can’t help the way she moans aloud, jaw slack and body overheating. Baekhee runs her tongue in circles around Toazi’s clit before she sucks on it, the vibration of her soft moan rushing straight to Taozi’s belly. It’s nearly too much and her toes curl in the air.
Taozi comes with a sob of pleasure, spine arching off the desk and several files being pushed to the floor in the wake of it. Baekhee’s fingers stay inside her, an insistent pressure that coaxes Taozi’s orgasm into lasting just a little bit longer. After, when they slip out and Taozi whimpers at the emptiness left behind, Baekhee’s tongue laps through her folds several more times, Taozi shuddering with each pass.
It isn’t until Baekhee pulls away that Taozi finds the energy to lift onto her elbows. She nearly falls back, however, when she watches Baekhee’s fingers disappear into her mouth, pink lips shining and wet and wrapped around both digits as she pulls them out with an appreciative hum. There’s lipstick smudged around Baekhee’s mouth and her cheeks are red, and Taozi scrambles forward to draw her into a kiss.
The taste of herself is strong on Baekhee’s tongue and she works to lick it away, hissing when Baekhee’s teeth drag over her lip. “Come over tonight?” Taozi whispers after they part.
Baekhee smiles sweetly at her and Taozi falls a little more. “Only if there’s dessert,” Baekhee drawls in such a obviously filthy way that Taozi laughs in her face.
The two of them are allowed only a few more minutes of peace before lunch is officially over. Taozi regrettably pulls away from her girlfriend’s lips, standing to smooth any wrinkles out of her dress. Baekhee smooths her palms around the curve of Taozi’s thighs with a long suffering sigh before releasing her. “Go before I get us both fired,” she grumps, nose scrunched.
Taozi slips out of Baekhee’s office, hoping to appear nonchalant and not jelly-legged as she heads for her cubicle. One of the supply closet doors is open and Taozi swerves around it, only to have her attention drawn to Sehun’s backside because he’s bent over, searching for something along the lower shelves. She’d say something about his need for attention except she’s distracted by the lack of panty lines.
Deciding it's best not to know, Taozi continues on her way, ducking into her cubicle with a smile. She can’t wait for the end of the day; she’s going to have Baekhee screaming her name all night.
(Later, Taozi sees Kyungsoo walking by, a bit of peach lace peeking out of his pocket, and the mystery is solved.)
Author: thesockmonster
Title: Laid Out, Spread Out
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zitao/Baekhyun (side Sehun/Kyungsoo)
Word count: 2100w
Warnings: female Zitao and Baekhyun, shameless pwp
Summary: Taozi is Baekhee's favorite lunch.
Baekhee may not be a tall, stern looking woman, but she still manages to strike an imposing figure at the head of the table, sitting with her legs crossed and hands folded neatly in her lap as she takes in the progress of their latest project with a discerning ear. Sehun appears nervous at having the full attention of his boss - constantly licking over his lips as he reads from his notes - but he continues without pause until the end.
From her position on the opposite side of the long boardroom table, Taozi gives Sehun a subtle wink and a thumbs-up when he’s finished. Sehun sits down after wiping his palms on his slacks, relieved that Baekhee isn’t frowning because when Baekhee frowns, there are Consequences.
It’s not like Baekhee is a strict, terrible boss, but as team leader, it’s her ass on the line when it’s time to report to the higher-ups. If anyone on the team fails to do their part, Baekhee takes the heat. The only time she ever puts her foot down is when deadlines are drawing near, and Taozi has to admit that it’s really hot.
This morning’s meeting is mostly a formality; everything has been on schedule so far and they should tie up the last few strings by the end of the day. That seems to please Baekhee who allows them all to go early. Taozi pauses by Baekhee once everyone else is out, letting the door close with a click before they’re alone.
“New dress?” Baekhee appraises, clearly admiring the deep blue fabric that cuts low along the top before flaring out around the waist. Baekhee’s thumb caresses over the curve of Taozi’s hip thoughtfully, but before she can speak, there’s a knock at the door. “Later,” Baekhee promises, her hand dropping.
Later.
Taozi is in the breakroom, her heels slipped off to ease the aching in her toes and her eyes staring unfocused at the coffee maker. She’s waiting for the pot to refill because if she doesn’t get a dose of caffeine before noon, the afternoon slump will eat her alive. It’s always the worst during a deadline week; the drive is there, but the energy is lacking and Taozi tries valiantly to keep herself on track.
She startles when an arm slides around her waist from behind, relaxing almost immediately when she hears Baekhee’s accompanying soft laughter.
"What are you thinking about?" Baekhee hums, her fingers pressed flat to Taozi's abdomen.
Taozi's stomach contracts at the warmth that bleeds through her dress, a shiver following because Baekhee’s breath tickles along her neck. She answers with a soft hum, allowing some of her weight to drop against Baekhee. “You think Sehun knows his pants are tight enough to showcase the outline of his panties?” she wonders aloud. It’s something she meant to bring up with Sehun earlier, but there wasn’t time.
Baekhee snorts unattractively. “Is that what you were doing at the meeting? Staring at Sehun’s attire to see what he was wearing underneath?”
“Hardly,” Taozi replies. “I already know what he’s wearing. I just don’t know if he’s being obvious about it purposely or not.” Taozi had been the one to lead a blushing Sehun into the lingerie store, pretending to be his girlfriend and holding up various lacy panties for his approval before they bought a few for him to wear, along with a pretty pair of thigh highs with purple lace around the top.
“I’m going with purposely.” Baekhee slides out from behind Taozi to prop against the counter in front of the coffee maker. “I saw him drop something by Kyungsoo’s desk earlier. I’ve never seen someone take so long to bend over. I was waiting for Kyungsoo to get a nosebleed from how hard he was concentrating on Sehun’s ass.”
“Oh good,” Taozi breathes. “Maybe now he’ll stop coming to me for advice on how to get Kyungsoo to notice him.” Sehun is tragically useless when it comes to flirting and Taozi’s ideas on how to help are starting to run thin. As is her patience. If Sehun hadn’t managed to get into Kyungsoo’s pants by the holiday office party, she had vowed to lock them in the third floor closet - the smallest closet in the building - until Sehun confessed. This way would be much more practical.
“When are you going to stop playing matchmaker?” Baekhee teases, head tilted to the side. She’s lovely today; Baekhee is attractive every day, but it ranges from adorable kitten to mistress of mayhem and Taozi never knows what she’s going to see when she gets to work. It’s part of what she likes so much about Baekhee.
Today Baekhee is going for simple. Her dark brown hair falls in straightened layers to frame her face, eyes lined with gray and lips tinted the same shade of pink as her top. A high waisted white skirt clings to the soft curves of Baekhee’s thighs and hips, and it’s so alluring it almost pulls attention from the strappy white heels she has on her feet that do wonders for her calves.
The coffee maker beeps, the pot refilled, and Baekhee scoots Taozi out of the way to make herself a cup first. And Taozi lets her because she’s still a little foggy-headed from imagining all the ways she can coax Baekhee out of that skirt and get her legs tossed over Taozi’s shoulders.
Even in her heels, Baekhee has to stand on her toes to drop a soft, unexpected kiss on the corner of Taozi’s mouth. “I know what you’re thinking,” Baekhee whispers. Taozi’s gut clenches tight before her stomach drops. “I’ll be taking lunch in my office today,” Baekhee adds, stepping back as her eyes rove over Taozi’s body appreciatively. “You should join me.”
As she nearly forgets to make her own coffee, Taozi wonders if she’ll ever be immune to her girlfriend’s charms.
Taozi leaves her heels under her desk, padding barefoot over the carpeted floor toward Baekhee's office. She pauses momentarily when she passes the bathroom, a very loud - very Sehun - whine filtering through the door that's quickly followed by a moan of Kyungsoo's name. After that, Taozi speeds off, confident that Sehun has solved all his Kyungsoo's woes.
Baekhee is sitting at her desk, hair twisted back with a pen holding it in place, as she types. Taozi is stealthy as she closes the door and locks it behind her, admiring the way the sun spills through the blinds to create an ethereal glow around her girlfriend. There's no distracting Baekhee when she's immersed in work, so Taozi slides onto Baekhee's desk, butt perched beside the mouse pad and her legs crossed as she waits. It isn't long before Baekhee is pushing her keyboard away and pulling Taozi to take its place.
"My favorite piece of office equipment," Baekhee teases as she runs her hands up Taozi's thighs, uncrossing her legs.
Taozi swings her foot to knock against Baekhee's leg, pouting even as Baekhee's fingers glide further, slipping underneath the hem of her dress with ease. It's difficult to pretend to be offended when Baekhee's fingers are hot and insistent, teasing along Taozi's inner thighs, high enough to brush the edge of her panties. The effect on Taozi's body is immediate.
The fabric of her dress is bunched around Baekhee's wrists and Baekhee pauses to wiggle free, grabbing Taozi by the butt and sliding her forward. Taozi startles, grabbing the edge of the desk so she doesn't fall off, but Baekhee seems to have no intention of letting her go anywhere. A palm on her stomach has Taozi laying flat, Baekhee's cup of pens scattering on the floor when the cup is knocked off the desk by her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Taozi asks in a breathless rush.
Baekhee's eyes narrow as she gazes at Taozi from between her legs. "Having lunch."
Taozi bursts into laughter, dropping her head on the wood to giggle. "That is actually the worst - oh."
Baekhee has her fingers hooked in the sides of Taozi's panties and is now tugging them down her thighs, nails raking over sensitive flesh along the way. The cool air makes Taozi's exposed skin pebble, her heart already picking up a quicker pace just anticipating Baekhee's next move. Taozi may not be turned on yet, but Baekhee’s never had any difficulty setting Taozi aflame.
Truthfully, Taozi should have known that Baekhee would have something so shamelessly dirty planned during the half an hour they get to eat, but being spread open on her desk, Baekhee’s arms hooking under Taozi’s knees, is not what she’d envisioned. But she won’t complain about it.
Baekhee leaves soft kisses along both of Taozi’s thighs, nosing her way up teasing and light, knowing that Taozi gets flustered easily. Taozi’s teeth sink firmly into her lower lip, a gurgled noise trapped in her throat when Baekhee decides she’s done with the torture and licks a long, steady line straight between Taozi’s legs.
Taozi’s thighs tense, her eyes rolling back until they close as she tries to rock her hips, wanting nothing more than to grind herself on Baekhee’s tongue until she comes. A low moan fills the room, Baekhee’s tongue spreading Taozi wide, dipping inside of her like she’s desperate for it. Taozi feels herself flushing, heat spreading through her cheeks and down to her chest where her nipples peak inside her bra.
Baekhee has always been enthusiastic about eating Taozi out and she’s no less passionate about it now; her tongue twists, curls, fucks into Taozi in a rhythm that has Taozi gripping tight to the desk with both hands. She’s panting, trying to hold in all the noises she knows Baekhee is trying to coax out into the open. The door may be locked, but that doesn’t mean she can afford to be loud, to draw attention.
Baekhee’s mouth moves up, tongue flicking over her clit. Two slim fingers slide inside Taozi, crooking up just right and Taozi can’t help the way she moans aloud, jaw slack and body overheating. Baekhee runs her tongue in circles around Toazi’s clit before she sucks on it, the vibration of her soft moan rushing straight to Taozi’s belly. It’s nearly too much and her toes curl in the air.
Taozi comes with a sob of pleasure, spine arching off the desk and several files being pushed to the floor in the wake of it. Baekhee’s fingers stay inside her, an insistent pressure that coaxes Taozi’s orgasm into lasting just a little bit longer. After, when they slip out and Taozi whimpers at the emptiness left behind, Baekhee’s tongue laps through her folds several more times, Taozi shuddering with each pass.
It isn’t until Baekhee pulls away that Taozi finds the energy to lift onto her elbows. She nearly falls back, however, when she watches Baekhee’s fingers disappear into her mouth, pink lips shining and wet and wrapped around both digits as she pulls them out with an appreciative hum. There’s lipstick smudged around Baekhee’s mouth and her cheeks are red, and Taozi scrambles forward to draw her into a kiss.
The taste of herself is strong on Baekhee’s tongue and she works to lick it away, hissing when Baekhee’s teeth drag over her lip. “Come over tonight?” Taozi whispers after they part.
Baekhee smiles sweetly at her and Taozi falls a little more. “Only if there’s dessert,” Baekhee drawls in such a obviously filthy way that Taozi laughs in her face.
The two of them are allowed only a few more minutes of peace before lunch is officially over. Taozi regrettably pulls away from her girlfriend’s lips, standing to smooth any wrinkles out of her dress. Baekhee smooths her palms around the curve of Taozi’s thighs with a long suffering sigh before releasing her. “Go before I get us both fired,” she grumps, nose scrunched.
Taozi slips out of Baekhee’s office, hoping to appear nonchalant and not jelly-legged as she heads for her cubicle. One of the supply closet doors is open and Taozi swerves around it, only to have her attention drawn to Sehun’s backside because he’s bent over, searching for something along the lower shelves. She’d say something about his need for attention except she’s distracted by the lack of panty lines.
Deciding it's best not to know, Taozi continues on her way, ducking into her cubicle with a smile. She can’t wait for the end of the day; she’s going to have Baekhee screaming her name all night.
(Later, Taozi sees Kyungsoo walking by, a bit of peach lace peeking out of his pocket, and the mystery is solved.)