Golden Stars
Title: Golden Stars
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word count: 1346
Summary: Apparently Chanyeol really likes stickers.
In hindsight, Baekhyun supposed he should have seen this coming. He had seen Chanyeol’s eyes on him the moment the stylist noonas had released him from their clutches, gaze darkening as they swept over his face and settled on the small golden stars decorating the right side of his neck down to his collarbones. He had seen the almost unnoticeable but definitely there twitch at the corner of his mouth and the way Chanyeol quickly looked away when their gazes locked for the barest nanosecond. He had felt the slightest brush of his fingers against the spot when he patted him on the shoulder and told him to ready himself for the performance as well as the ghostly breath against the side of cheek during the ending, when Chanyeol had stepped up behind him and whispered to him in a low voice, “meet me tonight.”
He should have seen it coming but nothing would have prepared him for Chanyeol dragging him away from their practice room, where they had all converged after their schedules for the day as usual, the second the choreographer called for a break and into an empty one down the hall, pressing him against the closed door so abruptly that he barely had time to reorient himself and move to prevent the door knob from digging into his back before Chanyeol was claiming his lips with his own.
“F-fuck,” he stuttered out the moment Chanyeol released his mouth and air rushed back into his lungs. The sudden repossession of his ability to breathe left him quivering at the knees; the only reason he was still upright was Chanyeol’s grip on his waist as he continued to assault his jaw line and down the side of his neck. “Chanyeol, wait! We still have practice! The others are going to look for us!”
He felt Chanyeol grin against his skin, his breath seemingly scalding against his already flushed skin. “Don’t worry so much. We’ve practiced with one or two missing dozens of times before. Perks of being a 12 member group.” He could feel more than hear the low chuckle Chanyeol pressed onto his Adam’s apple with his lips. “Besides, how can I possibly concentrate on practice when you look so ravishing today?” Baekhyun dug his nails into Chanyeol’s arms when the taller boy scraped his teeth against the sticker placed right on his pulse.
“We can’t-” Despite the protest on its way out of his throat, Baekhyun knew the plea would be in vain - especially when Chanyeol nipped at the edge of the sticker, nearly taking it off but not quite, so that his head jerked back to knock on the door behind him and a hiss replaced the words leaving his mouth. Chanyeol continued mouthing at the outlines of each sticker until Baekhyun was sure he was about to go crazy with want, his cock already hard and straining against his trousers without once being touched. If he wasn’t so preoccupied at the moment, he would have been mortified.
“Come.”
There was really nothing Baekhyun could do but allow Chanyeol to lead him to the mirror at the opposite end of the room when Chanyeol looked at him like that, with eyes full of uninhibited desire and a smile that promised so much more than that. If Baekhyun were being completely honest, there really was nothing that could make him resist Chanyeol and the thought that the other had so much power over him frightened him but those thoughts always left as quickly as they came the moment Chanyeol gently turned his head just so to press their lips together in a slow kiss that contrasted the burning in both their bellies.
“Look at how pretty you look, Baek.”
At that, Baekhyun pulled back, albeit a little reluctantly, and turned his head back the face the mirror to see his face staring back at him, arousal evident in the way his eyelashes fluttered against pink cheeks and his lips parted as though waiting for Chanyeol to reclaim them. His eyes flitted to Chanyeol’s reflection and he gulped at the predatory gaze that met his, feeling just that much more aroused when the gaze followed the motion of his Adam’s apple and settled on the gold stars once more.
“My pretty little Baekhyun.” He whispered against the skin there, making eye contact with the vocalist as his hands swept down Baekhyun’s torso before settling on his hips and pulling him flush against his front so that Baekhyun had to bite down to repress the urge to moan at the feel of Chanyeol’s cock against him. The hands soon made quick work of shedding the layers of fabric that separated them so that the only thing left between them was their crumbling self-control. Taking Baekhyun’s hands in his, Chanyeol planted them on the cool surface of the mirror so that Baekhyun had no choice but to stare at their reflection as Chanyeol pressed closer than it should have been physically possible, burying his face in the junction of Baekhyun’s shoulder as his hands continued to exact all sorts of sweet tortures on Baekhyhun, bringing him to the brink of release only to pull back at the last moment.
“Chanyeol, please - fuck - I…” He broke off in a whine when the other finally pushed in and the sudden fullness made his knees buckle beneath him and his hands slip off their place on the mirror.
“Don’t worry; I’ve got you.” One of the hands curled around Baekhyun’s hip moved to lace with his own fingers so that Baekhyun’s hand was firmly pressed against the glass once more with Chanyeol’s rooting it in place. His other hand was incapable of doing the same when Chanyeol’s pounding became increasingly more erratic as the minutes passed so he settled for propping his whole forearm on the mirror and leaning his forehead against it, unable to do much other than moan at the slightest movement of Chanyeol inside him. The shift in position only helped Chanyeol drive deeper, pushing Baekhyun beyond any and all possible barriers, and even his moans became as incomprehensible as the thoughts flitting through his brain. Through it all, he vaguely registered breathing out a broken ‘I love you’ and the tightening of Chanyeol’s fingers on his hand and hip but that may have just been his pleasure-ridden mind playing tricks on him.
When he felt the warmth of Chanyeol’s mouth on his neck once more, pressing an open-mouthed kiss where a particularly large star lay, he lost it. It took one look at Chanyeol’s eyes through the mirror to lose what little control he had left before he saw white. It was only when Chanyeol’s warmth left him, pulling an involuntary whine from the back of his throat with his retreating heat, that he began to register Chanyeol pressing gentle kisses to the back of his neck and pulling him away from the mirror by their linked hands and into the taller male’s chest.
“You okay?”
Baekhyun hummed in response, curling into Chanyeol instinctively as he continued to pepper the crown of his head with kisses. He trailed a hand along his neck, feeling the stars peel away from his sweat-soaked skin easily at the touch. With a laugh, he nudged the other. “Look at what you did! It’s a good thing we don’t have any schedules later. But how am I going to explain these hickeys to the noonas and - fuck - the others are still waiting for us!”
Chanyeol silenced him with a laugh and a kiss. “Don’t worry, we’ll just say we ran into some sunbaes and it would’ve been rude to leave right away. And…” His eyes glinted mischievously as his grin widened. Baekhyun could already hear the warning sirens in his head but, knowing Chanyeol, he would’ve been pulled into whatever he was planning without much persuasion anyway. Besides, that look already promised things that made his toes curl with anticipation so who was he to deny them both that? “We could always use more stickers to cover anything up.”
AN: I told you I couldn't smut OTL (But, yeah, this is CJ's fault.) /runs off to roll over rest of wips
Oh, if that's your gif, feel free to tell me so I can credit you ~(o3o)~
If I vanish for long periods of time from now on, it's uni's fault. T_T
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word count: 1346
Summary: Apparently Chanyeol really likes stickers.
In hindsight, Baekhyun supposed he should have seen this coming. He had seen Chanyeol’s eyes on him the moment the stylist noonas had released him from their clutches, gaze darkening as they swept over his face and settled on the small golden stars decorating the right side of his neck down to his collarbones. He had seen the almost unnoticeable but definitely there twitch at the corner of his mouth and the way Chanyeol quickly looked away when their gazes locked for the barest nanosecond. He had felt the slightest brush of his fingers against the spot when he patted him on the shoulder and told him to ready himself for the performance as well as the ghostly breath against the side of cheek during the ending, when Chanyeol had stepped up behind him and whispered to him in a low voice, “meet me tonight.”
He should have seen it coming but nothing would have prepared him for Chanyeol dragging him away from their practice room, where they had all converged after their schedules for the day as usual, the second the choreographer called for a break and into an empty one down the hall, pressing him against the closed door so abruptly that he barely had time to reorient himself and move to prevent the door knob from digging into his back before Chanyeol was claiming his lips with his own.
“F-fuck,” he stuttered out the moment Chanyeol released his mouth and air rushed back into his lungs. The sudden repossession of his ability to breathe left him quivering at the knees; the only reason he was still upright was Chanyeol’s grip on his waist as he continued to assault his jaw line and down the side of his neck. “Chanyeol, wait! We still have practice! The others are going to look for us!”
He felt Chanyeol grin against his skin, his breath seemingly scalding against his already flushed skin. “Don’t worry so much. We’ve practiced with one or two missing dozens of times before. Perks of being a 12 member group.” He could feel more than hear the low chuckle Chanyeol pressed onto his Adam’s apple with his lips. “Besides, how can I possibly concentrate on practice when you look so ravishing today?” Baekhyun dug his nails into Chanyeol’s arms when the taller boy scraped his teeth against the sticker placed right on his pulse.
“We can’t-” Despite the protest on its way out of his throat, Baekhyun knew the plea would be in vain - especially when Chanyeol nipped at the edge of the sticker, nearly taking it off but not quite, so that his head jerked back to knock on the door behind him and a hiss replaced the words leaving his mouth. Chanyeol continued mouthing at the outlines of each sticker until Baekhyun was sure he was about to go crazy with want, his cock already hard and straining against his trousers without once being touched. If he wasn’t so preoccupied at the moment, he would have been mortified.
“Come.”
There was really nothing Baekhyun could do but allow Chanyeol to lead him to the mirror at the opposite end of the room when Chanyeol looked at him like that, with eyes full of uninhibited desire and a smile that promised so much more than that. If Baekhyun were being completely honest, there really was nothing that could make him resist Chanyeol and the thought that the other had so much power over him frightened him but those thoughts always left as quickly as they came the moment Chanyeol gently turned his head just so to press their lips together in a slow kiss that contrasted the burning in both their bellies.
“Look at how pretty you look, Baek.”
At that, Baekhyun pulled back, albeit a little reluctantly, and turned his head back the face the mirror to see his face staring back at him, arousal evident in the way his eyelashes fluttered against pink cheeks and his lips parted as though waiting for Chanyeol to reclaim them. His eyes flitted to Chanyeol’s reflection and he gulped at the predatory gaze that met his, feeling just that much more aroused when the gaze followed the motion of his Adam’s apple and settled on the gold stars once more.
“My pretty little Baekhyun.” He whispered against the skin there, making eye contact with the vocalist as his hands swept down Baekhyun’s torso before settling on his hips and pulling him flush against his front so that Baekhyun had to bite down to repress the urge to moan at the feel of Chanyeol’s cock against him. The hands soon made quick work of shedding the layers of fabric that separated them so that the only thing left between them was their crumbling self-control. Taking Baekhyun’s hands in his, Chanyeol planted them on the cool surface of the mirror so that Baekhyun had no choice but to stare at their reflection as Chanyeol pressed closer than it should have been physically possible, burying his face in the junction of Baekhyun’s shoulder as his hands continued to exact all sorts of sweet tortures on Baekhyhun, bringing him to the brink of release only to pull back at the last moment.
“Chanyeol, please - fuck - I…” He broke off in a whine when the other finally pushed in and the sudden fullness made his knees buckle beneath him and his hands slip off their place on the mirror.
“Don’t worry; I’ve got you.” One of the hands curled around Baekhyun’s hip moved to lace with his own fingers so that Baekhyun’s hand was firmly pressed against the glass once more with Chanyeol’s rooting it in place. His other hand was incapable of doing the same when Chanyeol’s pounding became increasingly more erratic as the minutes passed so he settled for propping his whole forearm on the mirror and leaning his forehead against it, unable to do much other than moan at the slightest movement of Chanyeol inside him. The shift in position only helped Chanyeol drive deeper, pushing Baekhyun beyond any and all possible barriers, and even his moans became as incomprehensible as the thoughts flitting through his brain. Through it all, he vaguely registered breathing out a broken ‘I love you’ and the tightening of Chanyeol’s fingers on his hand and hip but that may have just been his pleasure-ridden mind playing tricks on him.
When he felt the warmth of Chanyeol’s mouth on his neck once more, pressing an open-mouthed kiss where a particularly large star lay, he lost it. It took one look at Chanyeol’s eyes through the mirror to lose what little control he had left before he saw white. It was only when Chanyeol’s warmth left him, pulling an involuntary whine from the back of his throat with his retreating heat, that he began to register Chanyeol pressing gentle kisses to the back of his neck and pulling him away from the mirror by their linked hands and into the taller male’s chest.
“You okay?”
Baekhyun hummed in response, curling into Chanyeol instinctively as he continued to pepper the crown of his head with kisses. He trailed a hand along his neck, feeling the stars peel away from his sweat-soaked skin easily at the touch. With a laugh, he nudged the other. “Look at what you did! It’s a good thing we don’t have any schedules later. But how am I going to explain these hickeys to the noonas and - fuck - the others are still waiting for us!”
Chanyeol silenced him with a laugh and a kiss. “Don’t worry, we’ll just say we ran into some sunbaes and it would’ve been rude to leave right away. And…” His eyes glinted mischievously as his grin widened. Baekhyun could already hear the warning sirens in his head but, knowing Chanyeol, he would’ve been pulled into whatever he was planning without much persuasion anyway. Besides, that look already promised things that made his toes curl with anticipation so who was he to deny them both that? “We could always use more stickers to cover anything up.”
AN: I told you I couldn't smut OTL (But, yeah, this is CJ's fault.) /runs off to roll over rest of wips
Oh, if that's your gif, feel free to tell me so I can credit you ~(o3o)~
If I vanish for long periods of time from now on, it's uni's fault. T_T