[Advent] Day 17
For: e2x2o
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Yifan
Length: 3.3k
warning: fem!baek
Summary: Baekhee wants Yifan between her legs.
Baekhee wants him. There is absolutely no doubt at all about that fact. From the moment she saw his pouty pink mouth and the size of his hands, she was sunk. That was months ago at a party similar to this one, but now Yifan is wearing this low cut white shirt that pulls tight over his chest and while Baekhee’s knees have gone weak, her determination is that much more strong. He’s sitting on Chanyeol’s couch, arms draped along the back and an ankle propped on his other leg. His blond hair is unstyled, falling in his eyes and as Yifan laughs at something Chanyeol has said, Baekhee has the distinct urge to make herself at home on his lap.
Baekhee has never been one to back down from a challenge. This is college after all, the time for fucking out all her wild oats, or something like that. She only ever pays half attention to her mother when she starts in on her lectures about responsibility. The only thing Baekhee wants to be responsible for tonight is Yifan screaming her name.
She’s in a slinky red top that dips low in the back - ”what back?!” Sehee had exclaimed earlier - and a short, black skirt that hugs her hips and thighs. She’s dressed to hunt and she’s found her prey, making her way through the party crowd and toward him. She’s never seen him with anyone on campus other than Chanyeol and their small group of friends. She’s confident that he’s single and, if she’s lucky, interested.
Chanyeol whistles at her as she approaches, but her eyes are fixed on Yifan. He shifts so both his feet are on the floor, sitting a little higher on the couch when Baekhee stops in front of him. “Mind if I sit?” she asks, voice loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Lady’s choice,” Yifan answers.
There’s room between Yifan and Chanyeol, the two of them large enough to take up most of the space with just enough room for someone small. Baekhee could fit, but that’s not where she wants to be. When she sits, her legs crossing so the fabric of her skirt rides high on her thighs, it’s on Yifan’s lap. Her ass fits nicely on his thigh and he spreads his legs further to accommodate her so her legs can rest between his. Such a gentleman.
Baekhee had purposely left her hair down, the soft, dark strands easily brushed to one shoulder. She notices, pleased, that Yifan’s eyes are fixed on her bare neck, sweeping up to her mouth and then, finally, her eyes. She casually rests her palm at her side, which happens to be quite high on Yifan’s thigh. He tenses beneath her for a moment and Baekhee smiles at him.
“I’m glad this seat wasn’t taken,” she tells him. “It’s not easy to find someplace to sit in this place that isn’t filthy.” She pierces Chanyeol with a knowing look. Chanyeol doesn’t care; he’s a slob who guilts other people into cleaning his messes for him.
“You wiggle your ass a little more and I can promise Yifan’s pants will be just as filthy as the rest of this place,” Chanyeol answers. Yifan’s hand smacks against Chanyeol’s arm, but he doesn’t say anything to refute the statement.
“At least it will be a mess that I made,” Baekhee responds, enjoying the way Yifan’s eyes linger on her. There are so many people around them, but Baekhee’s world narrows to just the two of them when Yifan curves his palm around her waist. His fingers push against her shirt, sliding smooth over her skin and a chill races through Baekhee’s body. She knew his hands were big, but god.
She knows Yifan can feel when she starts tapping her fingers, letting them slide higher on his thigh and toward the real prize. Baekhee is no stranger to teasing, flirting, ensuring that all attention is on her. But tonight isn’t about putting on a show, although she’ll do it if that’s what it takes to get Yifan between her thighs. The very thought of it makes her ache and she wiggles a little. She’s pleased to hear the hitch in Yifan’s breathing, his fingers gripping her tighter.
Baekhee gives Chanyeol a sly smile when he gets this scandalized look on his face. She laughs when he scrunches his nose and takes a long gulp of whatever is in his cup. It’s likely a lot stronger than the wine coolers she knows he’s fond of.
“Baekhee!” comes Sehee’s voice as the very girl herself cuts through the crowd. Sehee is only here as moral support and when she sees Baekhee’s situation, a grin spreads over her mouth. “Well if that isn’t a fitting throne for you, I don’t know what is,” Sehee announces.
Baekhee sees the cup in Sehee’s hand and snorts. She’s such an adorable lightweight. Baekhee shifts her position, sitting her bottom right on Yifan’s denim-clad dick. His hand slides to rest flat on her stomach and Baekhee hums lightly. She turns her head to peer over her shoulder at him. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s better on my back.”
Yifan’s eyes are dark, his chest pressed right against her back and she can feel the rumbling when he answers. “Not at all,” he says, his breath fanning over her exposed shoulder.
The flash of a camera goes off and when Baekhee turns, Sehee is pocketing her phone. “It looks like you’re going to be here for a while, and I have a test to study for, so I’m going back to the dorm.”
Baekhee gives Sehee a once over. “Alone?” she asks, eyes darting around for a familiar, trusted face. As much as Baekhee wants to get into Yifan’s designer jeans, it’ll be a cold day in Hell before she lets a tipsy Sehee walk back to their dorm by herself.
“I’m a big girl,” Sehee asserts, resting a hand on her hip.
Baekhee moves to stand, pleased at the way Yifan’s hand pushes against the movement. She ends up doing nothing more than rocking on his lap and, well, she can feel the effect it has on him.
“I’ll make sure she gets back,” Chanyeol announces, standing and depositing his cup on the nearby coffee table already covered in identical cups.
Baekhee gives Chanyeol the dirtiest look she can muster. “If you lay one hand on her, I will have your balls hanging from a ceiling fan,” she threatens.
Chanyeol raises his hands in a gesture of innocence as Yifan laughs beneath her. And oh that’s nice. He’s warm and strong and Baekhee rather likes this.
“He actually left his own party,” Baekhee comments as Chanyeol disappears into the crowd, following Sehee at a safe distance.
“The sacrifice of a true wingman,” Yifan says.
Baekhee startles at how close he is, his lips brushing along the shell of her ear. He moves his hips up just a little and Baekhee can feel his dick, teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep any noises down. Honestly, she’d expected to have to take the lead, but this - this is good too.
Yifan begins rocking her softly, his mouth skimming over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Is this what you wanted?” Yifan asks.
Baekhee feels like she’s on fire, the dull pulsing between her legs matching the beat of the bass heavy music playing over the speakers. “It’s a start,” Baekhee tells him.
She goes lax when his free hand tips her head to the side, fingers caressing along her jaw as their mouths meet in a kiss. Yifan doesn’t taste like alcohol, but she picks up on spearmint as his tongue dips through her lips. She sucks on his tongue just to hear his rumbling moan and feel the way he grinds her down on his hips. His cock is hard and the bulge rubs right between her legs.
She gets lost in it, forgetting that anyone else is around as she kisses Yifan, letting him move her as he pleases. It’s not enough to satisfy her, but they’ve only just started. Someone knocks into Yifan’s knee and they break apart. There’s a guy with an unapologetic look on his face as he stares at where his drink has sloshed over the lip of his cup and down the leg of Yifan’s jeans. The guy takes one look at Yifan and darts into the crowd.
Baekhee uses the distraction to lift herself off Yifan’s lap, knowing that his eyes are on her ass before she stands straight. “Well,” she says as she turns around, her gaze on the way his jeans are straining around his cock, “we should really get you out of those pants.”
If Baekhee had her choice, she wouldn’t be doing this in Chanyeol’s room. Anywhere but Chanyeol’s room; however, the bathroom was already taken, and so was the other bedroom, so Chanyeol’s room it is. Yifan mumbles that Chanyeol put clean sheets on the mattress just that morning, before he’s lifting Baekhee off the floor and dropping her on the bed.
Her legs spread, skirt hiking around her waist and she knows Yifan can see the damp spot on her panties. She licks over her lips, lifting enough to hook her fingers in his belt loops and drag him down on top of her, lips meeting in another kiss. God, she fucking loves the way his hips slot between her legs, the bulge of his cock pushing against her just right.
Her fingers slip into his hair, tugging on the strands to push him downward. Baekhee isn’t expecting resistance, which is why it’s such a surprise when Yifan takes her wrists and pins them over her head with one hand. She moans at the pressure, a trickle of heat sliding down into her belly. Fuck, she wants him inside her so much.
“Yifan,” she moans, head tipping back when he trails his fingers along the top of her panties. He kisses her quiet, tonguing her lower lip just as his hand slips beneath white cotton. Baekhee squirms, heaving in a deep breath as he teases her, pushing with his fingers enough to bring the throbbing of her arousal to the surface without easing it.
When his fingers slide slick through her folds, Baekhee whimpers. It’s been so long since she’s wanted someone so much and Yifan is turning into more of a surprise than she’d expected. It’s so fucking hot. She grinds her hips down, mouth dropping open as both his fingers sink into her at once.
Out there on the couch, Baekhee had control of the situation, even when Yifan was moving her how he wanted - because she wanted it too. In here, her legs spread and Yifan’s fingers moving in her panties, Baekhee has lost that control and she doesn’t want to get it back. “Yifan,” she moans against his mouth.
He growls. Baekhee clenches around his fingers involuntarily, a spike of heat rushing through her at the sound. Yifan pulls away from her entirely, the cooler air flooding over her and leaving Baekhee shivering. She casts a pout up at Yifan, only to see what he’s already tugging his shirt off over his head. Baekhee sits up eagerly, enjoying the tingling of her wrists that’s left over as she works the button on his jeans loose and runs down the zipper.
Yifan pulls a condom out of his back pocket, tossing it on the bedspread beside Baekhee before he’s kicking his way out of his jeans and boxers. “Fuck me,” Baekhee whispers when she sees the length of his cock. She can feel herself getting wetter at the thought of it inside her and she licks her lips.
Yifan leans down over her, his touch heated as it runs under her shirt, bringing it up until he’s tossing it aside too. His fingers hook in her skirt and Baekhee lays down for him to strip her skirt and panties off completely. She contemplates leaving her heels on, but they’re already hanging off so they fall to the floor as well.
The next time Yifan touches her, his hands grip her beneath her arms and move her all the way onto the bed. She gasps, moaning when his palms splay over her ribs, hot and possessive. He cups her breasts and Baekhee hooks her ankles around his thighs to pull him down on top of her. Yifan catches himself just barely, a hand now pressed to the bed as he gives her a dark look.
Baekhee watches as Yifan lowers his face, his breath hot over her breast before his tongue flicks her nipple. Her toes curl and she brings Yifan closer. She can feel his cock on her belly and the tug of his teeth on her nipple and it’s so much, but not enough. With her hands free, she can touch. Baekhee makes it count.
She curls her fingers around his cock, jolting when he thrusts into her fist, letting out a soft groan of his own. His cock is hot and heavy in her hand, the tip wet when she runs her thumb along the slit. Baekhee jerks him off loosely, still a little distracted with every circle of his tongue over her nipple as a simmering heat sizzles down her body to add to throbbing between her legs.
She has to feel around for the condom packet, finally finding it with the tips of her fingers. She grabs it and Yifan, once he realizes what she’s doing, sits up. Baekhee does the honors, tearing open the package and letting it fall to the floor. She takes a little extra time rolling the latex down his cock, eyes on his face as she squeezes around the base.
Yifan sucks in a sharp breath, dipping to kiss her, a rumbling moan vibrating through his chest when Baekhee guides his cock between her legs. She runs the tip up and down through her folds a few times before he rocks his hips. The crown pushes into her and Baekhee arches into it, her teeth latched onto Yifan’s lower lip as his cock fills her completely.
Yifan takes her wrists again, keeping them pushed to the bed over her head. Baekhee goes lax, letting him do anything he wants to her. She’s still reveling in the pleasure of having him inside her, clenching around him even as his cock drags out slowly. Baekhee lets out an almost sob when he surges forward. His hips smack against her thighs and all she can do is enjoy it.
Yifan fucks her hard and fast, his face hovering over hers so she can’t see anything else. She just knows she’s going to come, but then he slows down. It’s so sudden and she whines, trying to squirm her way into getting him to go faster. He rolls his hips languidly, lips curling up on one side as Baekhee squeezes around his cock.
She feels the heat of his palm on her breast again, breath caught in her throat as he rolls her nipple in his fingers. He’s a fucking tease. Baekhee didn’t think he had it in him.
Yifan takes her hard again, Baekhee unprepared for the sensations when they come at her from all sides. She urges him to keep going with her legs around his hips, panting shallowly as it builds so high, so fast. She could fucking scream from how good it is, but Yifan slows down again. Baekhee feels the sweat on her skin when her head lolls to the side, eyes shutting for a moment.
She’s hot everywhere, her wrists aching from where she’s trapped and she loves it. She’s never had someone take so much control over her before and it only makes her want Yifan more. Baekhee hopes everyone can hear them over the music, hear the way the bedframe knocks against the wall when Yifan decides she’s had enough of a reprieve and pistons into her again.
The way Yifan is staring down at her is intense, challenging, like he’s daring her to break first. Baekhee submits to no one, but she’ll make an exception for Yifan. She doesn’t try to hold out, doesn’t stop moaning out his name as he fucks her deep and hard. Her body slides up the mattress, her thighs tight around Yifan’s hips because she doesn’t want it to stop. Not when it feels so good.
He doesn’t slow down this time. Baekhee bends off the mattress, waves of heat swirling through her as Yifan’s cock drives into her over and over, so deep and so fast and so perfect. Her nails bite into her palms, thighs trembling and hips grinding on his cock as she almost. . .
Baekhee comes with Yifan’s name echoing in the room, every pulse of it washing over her completely, dragging her under in sweet pleasure. Yifan captures her mouth, drinking down her whimpers as he keeps moving, his hips pushing hard enough into her thighs to leave behind marks. If she’s lucky, they’ll bruise.
She’s still caught in it when Yifan’s cock throbs inside her, his motions jerky as he fills the condom. Baekhee tightens around him, drawing it out as she rocks against him. Yifan hisses through his teeth before biting at her lip. His hand releases her wrists, sliding down to rest on her boob. Baekhee can barely move her arms, but the ache is worth it when she gets to run her fingers through his damp hair. Yifan shudders beneath her touch and she likes the flex of his cock that follows.
Baekhee doesn’t want to move. Her legs feel like jelly when they drop to the bed. Yifan seems content where he is, his face buried in her neck as they catch their breath. The only moving they manage is Yifan getting the condom off and tossed into a small trash can before he’s snuggling up to her again. They don’t even bother with the blankets, Baekhee happy where she is with Yifan using her boobs as a pillow.
She only falls asleep because she forgets that it’s Chanyeol’s bed she’s on.
Baekhee feels like she was hit by a train, but in a completely good way. She aches in all the best places, her thighs bearing the brunt of it, although her arms are still stiff too. She tiptoes her way down the stairs, avoiding the cups littering the carpet along the way. The place is trashed, but that’s to be expected.
When she makes it to the living room, Baekhee finds Chanyeol asleep on the couch, mouth open, and his left half hanging off completely. She skirts around him, only to hear him let out a groan before speaking. Apparently he wasn’t that asleep.
“Take out some of the trash on your way,” Chanyeol mumbles.
Baekhee has half a mind to throw one of her heels at him, but she likes this pair and Chanyeol isn’t worth it. “I can’t believe you slept on the couch,” she counters, turning to smirk at him. “You have no idea what Yifan and I did on it.”
Chanyeol rolls right off the couch and onto the floor with a satisfying thud. Baekhee laughs at the look of disgust on his face.
“I’m just kidding,” she tells him, watching as relief floods his features. “It was your bed we defiled.”
Chanyeol stares at her, wide-eyed and with his jaw dropped. Baekhee decides to scamper her way out before Chanyeol starts yelling. She feels mildly bad about it because Chanyeol is probably going to storm upstairs and find Yifan still asleep and very much naked.
She’ll make it up to him later.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Yifan
Length: 3.3k
warning: fem!baek
Summary: Baekhee wants Yifan between her legs.
Baekhee wants him. There is absolutely no doubt at all about that fact. From the moment she saw his pouty pink mouth and the size of his hands, she was sunk. That was months ago at a party similar to this one, but now Yifan is wearing this low cut white shirt that pulls tight over his chest and while Baekhee’s knees have gone weak, her determination is that much more strong. He’s sitting on Chanyeol’s couch, arms draped along the back and an ankle propped on his other leg. His blond hair is unstyled, falling in his eyes and as Yifan laughs at something Chanyeol has said, Baekhee has the distinct urge to make herself at home on his lap.
Baekhee has never been one to back down from a challenge. This is college after all, the time for fucking out all her wild oats, or something like that. She only ever pays half attention to her mother when she starts in on her lectures about responsibility. The only thing Baekhee wants to be responsible for tonight is Yifan screaming her name.
She’s in a slinky red top that dips low in the back - ”what back?!” Sehee had exclaimed earlier - and a short, black skirt that hugs her hips and thighs. She’s dressed to hunt and she’s found her prey, making her way through the party crowd and toward him. She’s never seen him with anyone on campus other than Chanyeol and their small group of friends. She’s confident that he’s single and, if she’s lucky, interested.
Chanyeol whistles at her as she approaches, but her eyes are fixed on Yifan. He shifts so both his feet are on the floor, sitting a little higher on the couch when Baekhee stops in front of him. “Mind if I sit?” she asks, voice loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Lady’s choice,” Yifan answers.
There’s room between Yifan and Chanyeol, the two of them large enough to take up most of the space with just enough room for someone small. Baekhee could fit, but that’s not where she wants to be. When she sits, her legs crossing so the fabric of her skirt rides high on her thighs, it’s on Yifan’s lap. Her ass fits nicely on his thigh and he spreads his legs further to accommodate her so her legs can rest between his. Such a gentleman.
Baekhee had purposely left her hair down, the soft, dark strands easily brushed to one shoulder. She notices, pleased, that Yifan’s eyes are fixed on her bare neck, sweeping up to her mouth and then, finally, her eyes. She casually rests her palm at her side, which happens to be quite high on Yifan’s thigh. He tenses beneath her for a moment and Baekhee smiles at him.
“I’m glad this seat wasn’t taken,” she tells him. “It’s not easy to find someplace to sit in this place that isn’t filthy.” She pierces Chanyeol with a knowing look. Chanyeol doesn’t care; he’s a slob who guilts other people into cleaning his messes for him.
“You wiggle your ass a little more and I can promise Yifan’s pants will be just as filthy as the rest of this place,” Chanyeol answers. Yifan’s hand smacks against Chanyeol’s arm, but he doesn’t say anything to refute the statement.
“At least it will be a mess that I made,” Baekhee responds, enjoying the way Yifan’s eyes linger on her. There are so many people around them, but Baekhee’s world narrows to just the two of them when Yifan curves his palm around her waist. His fingers push against her shirt, sliding smooth over her skin and a chill races through Baekhee’s body. She knew his hands were big, but god.
She knows Yifan can feel when she starts tapping her fingers, letting them slide higher on his thigh and toward the real prize. Baekhee is no stranger to teasing, flirting, ensuring that all attention is on her. But tonight isn’t about putting on a show, although she’ll do it if that’s what it takes to get Yifan between her thighs. The very thought of it makes her ache and she wiggles a little. She’s pleased to hear the hitch in Yifan’s breathing, his fingers gripping her tighter.
Baekhee gives Chanyeol a sly smile when he gets this scandalized look on his face. She laughs when he scrunches his nose and takes a long gulp of whatever is in his cup. It’s likely a lot stronger than the wine coolers she knows he’s fond of.
“Baekhee!” comes Sehee’s voice as the very girl herself cuts through the crowd. Sehee is only here as moral support and when she sees Baekhee’s situation, a grin spreads over her mouth. “Well if that isn’t a fitting throne for you, I don’t know what is,” Sehee announces.
Baekhee sees the cup in Sehee’s hand and snorts. She’s such an adorable lightweight. Baekhee shifts her position, sitting her bottom right on Yifan’s denim-clad dick. His hand slides to rest flat on her stomach and Baekhee hums lightly. She turns her head to peer over her shoulder at him. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s better on my back.”
Yifan’s eyes are dark, his chest pressed right against her back and she can feel the rumbling when he answers. “Not at all,” he says, his breath fanning over her exposed shoulder.
The flash of a camera goes off and when Baekhee turns, Sehee is pocketing her phone. “It looks like you’re going to be here for a while, and I have a test to study for, so I’m going back to the dorm.”
Baekhee gives Sehee a once over. “Alone?” she asks, eyes darting around for a familiar, trusted face. As much as Baekhee wants to get into Yifan’s designer jeans, it’ll be a cold day in Hell before she lets a tipsy Sehee walk back to their dorm by herself.
“I’m a big girl,” Sehee asserts, resting a hand on her hip.
Baekhee moves to stand, pleased at the way Yifan’s hand pushes against the movement. She ends up doing nothing more than rocking on his lap and, well, she can feel the effect it has on him.
“I’ll make sure she gets back,” Chanyeol announces, standing and depositing his cup on the nearby coffee table already covered in identical cups.
Baekhee gives Chanyeol the dirtiest look she can muster. “If you lay one hand on her, I will have your balls hanging from a ceiling fan,” she threatens.
Chanyeol raises his hands in a gesture of innocence as Yifan laughs beneath her. And oh that’s nice. He’s warm and strong and Baekhee rather likes this.
“He actually left his own party,” Baekhee comments as Chanyeol disappears into the crowd, following Sehee at a safe distance.
“The sacrifice of a true wingman,” Yifan says.
Baekhee startles at how close he is, his lips brushing along the shell of her ear. He moves his hips up just a little and Baekhee can feel his dick, teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep any noises down. Honestly, she’d expected to have to take the lead, but this - this is good too.
Yifan begins rocking her softly, his mouth skimming over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Is this what you wanted?” Yifan asks.
Baekhee feels like she’s on fire, the dull pulsing between her legs matching the beat of the bass heavy music playing over the speakers. “It’s a start,” Baekhee tells him.
She goes lax when his free hand tips her head to the side, fingers caressing along her jaw as their mouths meet in a kiss. Yifan doesn’t taste like alcohol, but she picks up on spearmint as his tongue dips through her lips. She sucks on his tongue just to hear his rumbling moan and feel the way he grinds her down on his hips. His cock is hard and the bulge rubs right between her legs.
She gets lost in it, forgetting that anyone else is around as she kisses Yifan, letting him move her as he pleases. It’s not enough to satisfy her, but they’ve only just started. Someone knocks into Yifan’s knee and they break apart. There’s a guy with an unapologetic look on his face as he stares at where his drink has sloshed over the lip of his cup and down the leg of Yifan’s jeans. The guy takes one look at Yifan and darts into the crowd.
Baekhee uses the distraction to lift herself off Yifan’s lap, knowing that his eyes are on her ass before she stands straight. “Well,” she says as she turns around, her gaze on the way his jeans are straining around his cock, “we should really get you out of those pants.”
If Baekhee had her choice, she wouldn’t be doing this in Chanyeol’s room. Anywhere but Chanyeol’s room; however, the bathroom was already taken, and so was the other bedroom, so Chanyeol’s room it is. Yifan mumbles that Chanyeol put clean sheets on the mattress just that morning, before he’s lifting Baekhee off the floor and dropping her on the bed.
Her legs spread, skirt hiking around her waist and she knows Yifan can see the damp spot on her panties. She licks over her lips, lifting enough to hook her fingers in his belt loops and drag him down on top of her, lips meeting in another kiss. God, she fucking loves the way his hips slot between her legs, the bulge of his cock pushing against her just right.
Her fingers slip into his hair, tugging on the strands to push him downward. Baekhee isn’t expecting resistance, which is why it’s such a surprise when Yifan takes her wrists and pins them over her head with one hand. She moans at the pressure, a trickle of heat sliding down into her belly. Fuck, she wants him inside her so much.
“Yifan,” she moans, head tipping back when he trails his fingers along the top of her panties. He kisses her quiet, tonguing her lower lip just as his hand slips beneath white cotton. Baekhee squirms, heaving in a deep breath as he teases her, pushing with his fingers enough to bring the throbbing of her arousal to the surface without easing it.
When his fingers slide slick through her folds, Baekhee whimpers. It’s been so long since she’s wanted someone so much and Yifan is turning into more of a surprise than she’d expected. It’s so fucking hot. She grinds her hips down, mouth dropping open as both his fingers sink into her at once.
Out there on the couch, Baekhee had control of the situation, even when Yifan was moving her how he wanted - because she wanted it too. In here, her legs spread and Yifan’s fingers moving in her panties, Baekhee has lost that control and she doesn’t want to get it back. “Yifan,” she moans against his mouth.
He growls. Baekhee clenches around his fingers involuntarily, a spike of heat rushing through her at the sound. Yifan pulls away from her entirely, the cooler air flooding over her and leaving Baekhee shivering. She casts a pout up at Yifan, only to see what he’s already tugging his shirt off over his head. Baekhee sits up eagerly, enjoying the tingling of her wrists that’s left over as she works the button on his jeans loose and runs down the zipper.
Yifan pulls a condom out of his back pocket, tossing it on the bedspread beside Baekhee before he’s kicking his way out of his jeans and boxers. “Fuck me,” Baekhee whispers when she sees the length of his cock. She can feel herself getting wetter at the thought of it inside her and she licks her lips.
Yifan leans down over her, his touch heated as it runs under her shirt, bringing it up until he’s tossing it aside too. His fingers hook in her skirt and Baekhee lays down for him to strip her skirt and panties off completely. She contemplates leaving her heels on, but they’re already hanging off so they fall to the floor as well.
The next time Yifan touches her, his hands grip her beneath her arms and move her all the way onto the bed. She gasps, moaning when his palms splay over her ribs, hot and possessive. He cups her breasts and Baekhee hooks her ankles around his thighs to pull him down on top of her. Yifan catches himself just barely, a hand now pressed to the bed as he gives her a dark look.
Baekhee watches as Yifan lowers his face, his breath hot over her breast before his tongue flicks her nipple. Her toes curl and she brings Yifan closer. She can feel his cock on her belly and the tug of his teeth on her nipple and it’s so much, but not enough. With her hands free, she can touch. Baekhee makes it count.
She curls her fingers around his cock, jolting when he thrusts into her fist, letting out a soft groan of his own. His cock is hot and heavy in her hand, the tip wet when she runs her thumb along the slit. Baekhee jerks him off loosely, still a little distracted with every circle of his tongue over her nipple as a simmering heat sizzles down her body to add to throbbing between her legs.
She has to feel around for the condom packet, finally finding it with the tips of her fingers. She grabs it and Yifan, once he realizes what she’s doing, sits up. Baekhee does the honors, tearing open the package and letting it fall to the floor. She takes a little extra time rolling the latex down his cock, eyes on his face as she squeezes around the base.
Yifan sucks in a sharp breath, dipping to kiss her, a rumbling moan vibrating through his chest when Baekhee guides his cock between her legs. She runs the tip up and down through her folds a few times before he rocks his hips. The crown pushes into her and Baekhee arches into it, her teeth latched onto Yifan’s lower lip as his cock fills her completely.
Yifan takes her wrists again, keeping them pushed to the bed over her head. Baekhee goes lax, letting him do anything he wants to her. She’s still reveling in the pleasure of having him inside her, clenching around him even as his cock drags out slowly. Baekhee lets out an almost sob when he surges forward. His hips smack against her thighs and all she can do is enjoy it.
Yifan fucks her hard and fast, his face hovering over hers so she can’t see anything else. She just knows she’s going to come, but then he slows down. It’s so sudden and she whines, trying to squirm her way into getting him to go faster. He rolls his hips languidly, lips curling up on one side as Baekhee squeezes around his cock.
She feels the heat of his palm on her breast again, breath caught in her throat as he rolls her nipple in his fingers. He’s a fucking tease. Baekhee didn’t think he had it in him.
Yifan takes her hard again, Baekhee unprepared for the sensations when they come at her from all sides. She urges him to keep going with her legs around his hips, panting shallowly as it builds so high, so fast. She could fucking scream from how good it is, but Yifan slows down again. Baekhee feels the sweat on her skin when her head lolls to the side, eyes shutting for a moment.
She’s hot everywhere, her wrists aching from where she’s trapped and she loves it. She’s never had someone take so much control over her before and it only makes her want Yifan more. Baekhee hopes everyone can hear them over the music, hear the way the bedframe knocks against the wall when Yifan decides she’s had enough of a reprieve and pistons into her again.
The way Yifan is staring down at her is intense, challenging, like he’s daring her to break first. Baekhee submits to no one, but she’ll make an exception for Yifan. She doesn’t try to hold out, doesn’t stop moaning out his name as he fucks her deep and hard. Her body slides up the mattress, her thighs tight around Yifan’s hips because she doesn’t want it to stop. Not when it feels so good.
He doesn’t slow down this time. Baekhee bends off the mattress, waves of heat swirling through her as Yifan’s cock drives into her over and over, so deep and so fast and so perfect. Her nails bite into her palms, thighs trembling and hips grinding on his cock as she almost. . .
Baekhee comes with Yifan’s name echoing in the room, every pulse of it washing over her completely, dragging her under in sweet pleasure. Yifan captures her mouth, drinking down her whimpers as he keeps moving, his hips pushing hard enough into her thighs to leave behind marks. If she’s lucky, they’ll bruise.
She’s still caught in it when Yifan’s cock throbs inside her, his motions jerky as he fills the condom. Baekhee tightens around him, drawing it out as she rocks against him. Yifan hisses through his teeth before biting at her lip. His hand releases her wrists, sliding down to rest on her boob. Baekhee can barely move her arms, but the ache is worth it when she gets to run her fingers through his damp hair. Yifan shudders beneath her touch and she likes the flex of his cock that follows.
Baekhee doesn’t want to move. Her legs feel like jelly when they drop to the bed. Yifan seems content where he is, his face buried in her neck as they catch their breath. The only moving they manage is Yifan getting the condom off and tossed into a small trash can before he’s snuggling up to her again. They don’t even bother with the blankets, Baekhee happy where she is with Yifan using her boobs as a pillow.
She only falls asleep because she forgets that it’s Chanyeol’s bed she’s on.
Baekhee feels like she was hit by a train, but in a completely good way. She aches in all the best places, her thighs bearing the brunt of it, although her arms are still stiff too. She tiptoes her way down the stairs, avoiding the cups littering the carpet along the way. The place is trashed, but that’s to be expected.
When she makes it to the living room, Baekhee finds Chanyeol asleep on the couch, mouth open, and his left half hanging off completely. She skirts around him, only to hear him let out a groan before speaking. Apparently he wasn’t that asleep.
“Take out some of the trash on your way,” Chanyeol mumbles.
Baekhee has half a mind to throw one of her heels at him, but she likes this pair and Chanyeol isn’t worth it. “I can’t believe you slept on the couch,” she counters, turning to smirk at him. “You have no idea what Yifan and I did on it.”
Chanyeol rolls right off the couch and onto the floor with a satisfying thud. Baekhee laughs at the look of disgust on his face.
“I’m just kidding,” she tells him, watching as relief floods his features. “It was your bed we defiled.”
Chanyeol stares at her, wide-eyed and with his jaw dropped. Baekhee decides to scamper her way out before Chanyeol starts yelling. She feels mildly bad about it because Chanyeol is probably going to storm upstairs and find Yifan still asleep and very much naked.
She’ll make it up to him later.