[fic] All Play And No Work (Kris/Baekhyun) 1/1
Title: All Play And No Work
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderbender (fem!Baekhyun), face sitting, squirting
Summary: Kris and Baekhyun enjoy a day off together.
Gratuitous mention to the lovely joonmyeon for encouraging this. And yes, this was posted first on AFF. o3o
all play and no work
A day off for the both of them is a rare gem to be treasured and appreciated with lots of cuddles, and Baekhyun intends to do just that; her boyfriend, unfortunately, seems to have other ideas. It leaves her feeling like a petulant child as she leans against the counter, arms crossed beneath the swell of her breasts, and listens to Kris drone monotonously in Mandarin on the phone. The rub of her nipples against the cotton of her shirt sends a spark of arousal through her, reminding her of the dull and insistent throb between her thighs.
Baekhyun is horny and goddamn it she just wants her boyfriend to treat her good with his face between her thighs and tongue against her. It doesn’t help that she loves the way his voice sounds when he switches languages, loves the curl of heat in her belly when his tone drops and he begins to sound irritated. Dating a multi-lingual man has been the best decision she’s ever made, of this she is certain, and some of the best orgasms she’s ever had have been with him growling unfathomably lewd things against the shell of her ear as he fucks deep into her.
Kris barks something into the phone that makes her entire body quiver with need and nearly has her dropping her glass of orange juice. That’s it. She can’t keep waiting. With a low huff of indignation, she saunters past her boyfriend to their bedroom and tosses her shirt - his actually, Baekhyun always wears Kris’ clothes because it makes her feel sexy - over her head as she passes through the threshold. Kris stumbles mid-sentence and is proud of herself for being such a devious little thing, leaving the door open a crack as she drops her pyjama pants and crawls into bed. Her body is on fire, the air of the room cool as it leaves goosebumps along her skin.
Baekhyun settles into the center of the bed with a sigh and spreads the fire through her with the firm press of her palms, from her thighs to her stomach, pinching her nipples, then to the apex of her thighs where her pussy is wet and throbbing. Fingers rub back and forth from her opening to her clit, spreading slick, before she slips two fingers inside of herself with a shuddering gasp of delight. Her fingers aren’t as good as Kris’ tongue, let alone his cock, but for right now she’s so needy that this will have to do.
Baekhyun throws her head back with a moan as she finger fucks herself, and maybe she’s being a bit louder than she needs to be but she can’t bring herself to care. She’s needy and she’s feeling a little vindictive because Kris is on the fucking phone on their day off instead of right here where she wants - needs - him. While she enjoys time to herself every now and then, right now she’s too wound up and with her thumb pressed against her clit, she’s coming undone with a guttural shout and soaks her hand with a thin stream of slick. Her entire body tightens and judders through orgasm, thighs trembling as her nails press hard into the flesh. Baekhyun’s chest heaves with deep breaths as she comes back down from her high, and she’s still needy in the worst way.
“Well this is hardly fair,” Kris hums from the doorway, and Baekhyun throws him an indulgent, coquettish smile of satisfaction. She’s never been afraid to play dirty to get what she wants and Kris knows better by now.
“Join me?” Baekhyun asks as she finally opens her eyes to see him undoing his belt and stripping himself naked. Kris gives her a dark, smouldering look just before he crawls onto the bed, cock heavy and thick between his legs. The heat of his body surrounds her and takes with it her breath, but as he swoops down for a messy kiss that is wet, with sharp tongues and biting teeth, he breathes back into her and has her aching for another orgasm.
Baekhyun’s hands go from Kris’ sides and up his back, until she can grasp a fistful of hair at the base of his neck and pull. He hisses, the sound low and dangerous in his throat, and he gives her a look that makes her tremble with desire.
“Need you-” she gasps as he rubs against her, a large hand following the curve of her waist before settling at her thigh. “-Your mouth-”
A hot tongue licks a thick stripe from her throat, over her clavicle, down to the swell of her breasts. Kris’ favorite thing about Baekhyun is that she always knows what she wants and doesn’t often have trouble asking for it. If her words fail her, her actions do not and he finds himself chuckling as she pushes him down to where she really wants him. Kris doesn’t mind because he wants it, too.
“W-wait.” Baekhyun pushes Kris back down on the bed and hovers over him, her eyes glowing and petite body flushed as she grinds against him. His cock twitches and moans against her parted mouth, and with a decidedly evil smirk twisting at her lips, she crawls slowly up him. “You owe me.” She chortles, breathless as his large hands grasp her thighs when he gets what she intends to do. He mutters something low in English just as she settles above him, thighs taut with tension and need. She catches a swear word and it makes her pussy ache, but she waits for his cue before she lets her body relax above him.
As Kris’ hot tongue swipes from the bottom of her slit to the top, Baekhyun shudders above him and lets out a wet gasp. She reaches for the headboard to stabilize herself, her hips rolling in small circles as he licks her deep and good. Of all the things they’ve ever done together, this is by far her favorite and she loves that he gladly indulges her whenever she asks.
Kris licks at Baekhyun’s pussy, using one hand to spread her open as the other rests in her thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He scratches at her pale skin, leaving lines of scarlet behind on her as he sucks at her clit and makes her scream. She trembles and grasps at his wandering hand, squeezing tight as she feels the pleasure in her stomach twist and curl so tight she knows she’ll snap soon.
“Fuck,” she mewls, “fuck. Please, Kris, please.”
Kris has never been a man to say no.
A sharp smack lands on her ass, hard enough to sting without leaving any marks behind. Baekhyun gasps as his large hands, one on either side of her hips, shift and readjust so that the bulk of her weight is on her knees and she’s hovering above him. It gives him just enough room to brush two fingers through the slick mess of her quim before slipping inside of her. She moans and writhes above him when his tongue licks beside his fingers, pushing and curling inside of her until she’s crying out incoherently, something that sounds vaguely like his name.
Kris doesn’t stop until she comes and it’s hot and messy and wet, and he’s covered in slick, surrounded by the earthy scent that is her as she trembles and whimpers. He holds her, one large hand on her thigh as she nearly loses her balance and the other rubbing up and down her back. Her orgasm is much longer than the first, and by the time she returns to herself, Kris is moving them both until he can roll her over onto her back. Baekhyun sighs, fingers curling into sweat and slick-dampened hair as Kris leans in to kiss along the curve of her breast, just above her heart, sliding between her legs until he can press his cock into her.
Baekhyun cries out, head thrown back, body aching from oversensitivity, but fuck she wants this so much because the way he fills her up is perfect.
“Shh, shhh,” Kris cooes against the shell of her ear, and it’s hot and lewd as he rolls his hips against her. “I’ll take care of you baby, just relax.”
“Please,” Baekhyun nearly sobs. He fucks deep and hard into her, rhythm steady and she can barely hear the sound of her own breathing over their bodies sliding together. It’s perfect, the way he holds her, the way he knows what she needs and before she knows it she feels the stirring of another orgasm building inside of her belly.
Kris has always been a man of his word, and he has always taken care of Baekhyun. He holds her close, brushes her damp hair from her face as he looks down at her blissed out face before leaning down for a hot slide of mouths that has her moaning as she tastes herself on his tongue. It’s hardly a kiss, more like a collision of tongues and lips and teeth, but she can’t concentrate enough with the way his cock feels inside of her.
“I’m so close,” she whispers. “So, so close - just - fuck!”
Kris holds Baekhyun through one more orgasm before he can’t hold himself back anymore and shoots his load into the condom. The two of them lie together in bed, breathless, and it takes Kris way too much effort to extricate himself from Baekhyun’s messy embrace to tie up the condom and throw it in the nearby trash bin.
Blinking through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind, Baekhyun manages to give him a questioning look. “When did you-?”
She slaps his chest when he laughs at her, the flush of embarrassment going from her ears to her chest.
“Don’t be so mean,” he teases, leaning in for one last kiss. He reaches for Baekhyun’s hands and pulls her unwilling body out of bed, ignoring her half-hearted cries. “C’mon,” he says, “let’s get you in the bathtub so I can throw our sheets in the wash. I’ll join you soon.”
“Fine,” Baekhyun huffs but it’s without any real heat as she heads toward the bathroom. When she sees an opening she takes it, catching Kris off guard as she swats hard at his bare ass with a delighted cackle.
“Oh you little-”
“Catch me if you can, oppa!”
A day off is always the best kind of day.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderbender (fem!Baekhyun), face sitting, squirting
Summary: Kris and Baekhyun enjoy a day off together.
Gratuitous mention to the lovely joonmyeon for encouraging this. And yes, this was posted first on AFF. o3o
all play and no work
A day off for the both of them is a rare gem to be treasured and appreciated with lots of cuddles, and Baekhyun intends to do just that; her boyfriend, unfortunately, seems to have other ideas. It leaves her feeling like a petulant child as she leans against the counter, arms crossed beneath the swell of her breasts, and listens to Kris drone monotonously in Mandarin on the phone. The rub of her nipples against the cotton of her shirt sends a spark of arousal through her, reminding her of the dull and insistent throb between her thighs.
Baekhyun is horny and goddamn it she just wants her boyfriend to treat her good with his face between her thighs and tongue against her. It doesn’t help that she loves the way his voice sounds when he switches languages, loves the curl of heat in her belly when his tone drops and he begins to sound irritated. Dating a multi-lingual man has been the best decision she’s ever made, of this she is certain, and some of the best orgasms she’s ever had have been with him growling unfathomably lewd things against the shell of her ear as he fucks deep into her.
Kris barks something into the phone that makes her entire body quiver with need and nearly has her dropping her glass of orange juice. That’s it. She can’t keep waiting. With a low huff of indignation, she saunters past her boyfriend to their bedroom and tosses her shirt - his actually, Baekhyun always wears Kris’ clothes because it makes her feel sexy - over her head as she passes through the threshold. Kris stumbles mid-sentence and is proud of herself for being such a devious little thing, leaving the door open a crack as she drops her pyjama pants and crawls into bed. Her body is on fire, the air of the room cool as it leaves goosebumps along her skin.
Baekhyun settles into the center of the bed with a sigh and spreads the fire through her with the firm press of her palms, from her thighs to her stomach, pinching her nipples, then to the apex of her thighs where her pussy is wet and throbbing. Fingers rub back and forth from her opening to her clit, spreading slick, before she slips two fingers inside of herself with a shuddering gasp of delight. Her fingers aren’t as good as Kris’ tongue, let alone his cock, but for right now she’s so needy that this will have to do.
Baekhyun throws her head back with a moan as she finger fucks herself, and maybe she’s being a bit louder than she needs to be but she can’t bring herself to care. She’s needy and she’s feeling a little vindictive because Kris is on the fucking phone on their day off instead of right here where she wants - needs - him. While she enjoys time to herself every now and then, right now she’s too wound up and with her thumb pressed against her clit, she’s coming undone with a guttural shout and soaks her hand with a thin stream of slick. Her entire body tightens and judders through orgasm, thighs trembling as her nails press hard into the flesh. Baekhyun’s chest heaves with deep breaths as she comes back down from her high, and she’s still needy in the worst way.
“Well this is hardly fair,” Kris hums from the doorway, and Baekhyun throws him an indulgent, coquettish smile of satisfaction. She’s never been afraid to play dirty to get what she wants and Kris knows better by now.
“Join me?” Baekhyun asks as she finally opens her eyes to see him undoing his belt and stripping himself naked. Kris gives her a dark, smouldering look just before he crawls onto the bed, cock heavy and thick between his legs. The heat of his body surrounds her and takes with it her breath, but as he swoops down for a messy kiss that is wet, with sharp tongues and biting teeth, he breathes back into her and has her aching for another orgasm.
Baekhyun’s hands go from Kris’ sides and up his back, until she can grasp a fistful of hair at the base of his neck and pull. He hisses, the sound low and dangerous in his throat, and he gives her a look that makes her tremble with desire.
“Need you-” she gasps as he rubs against her, a large hand following the curve of her waist before settling at her thigh. “-Your mouth-”
A hot tongue licks a thick stripe from her throat, over her clavicle, down to the swell of her breasts. Kris’ favorite thing about Baekhyun is that she always knows what she wants and doesn’t often have trouble asking for it. If her words fail her, her actions do not and he finds himself chuckling as she pushes him down to where she really wants him. Kris doesn’t mind because he wants it, too.
“W-wait.” Baekhyun pushes Kris back down on the bed and hovers over him, her eyes glowing and petite body flushed as she grinds against him. His cock twitches and moans against her parted mouth, and with a decidedly evil smirk twisting at her lips, she crawls slowly up him. “You owe me.” She chortles, breathless as his large hands grasp her thighs when he gets what she intends to do. He mutters something low in English just as she settles above him, thighs taut with tension and need. She catches a swear word and it makes her pussy ache, but she waits for his cue before she lets her body relax above him.
As Kris’ hot tongue swipes from the bottom of her slit to the top, Baekhyun shudders above him and lets out a wet gasp. She reaches for the headboard to stabilize herself, her hips rolling in small circles as he licks her deep and good. Of all the things they’ve ever done together, this is by far her favorite and she loves that he gladly indulges her whenever she asks.
Kris licks at Baekhyun’s pussy, using one hand to spread her open as the other rests in her thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He scratches at her pale skin, leaving lines of scarlet behind on her as he sucks at her clit and makes her scream. She trembles and grasps at his wandering hand, squeezing tight as she feels the pleasure in her stomach twist and curl so tight she knows she’ll snap soon.
“Fuck,” she mewls, “fuck. Please, Kris, please.”
Kris has never been a man to say no.
A sharp smack lands on her ass, hard enough to sting without leaving any marks behind. Baekhyun gasps as his large hands, one on either side of her hips, shift and readjust so that the bulk of her weight is on her knees and she’s hovering above him. It gives him just enough room to brush two fingers through the slick mess of her quim before slipping inside of her. She moans and writhes above him when his tongue licks beside his fingers, pushing and curling inside of her until she’s crying out incoherently, something that sounds vaguely like his name.
Kris doesn’t stop until she comes and it’s hot and messy and wet, and he’s covered in slick, surrounded by the earthy scent that is her as she trembles and whimpers. He holds her, one large hand on her thigh as she nearly loses her balance and the other rubbing up and down her back. Her orgasm is much longer than the first, and by the time she returns to herself, Kris is moving them both until he can roll her over onto her back. Baekhyun sighs, fingers curling into sweat and slick-dampened hair as Kris leans in to kiss along the curve of her breast, just above her heart, sliding between her legs until he can press his cock into her.
Baekhyun cries out, head thrown back, body aching from oversensitivity, but fuck she wants this so much because the way he fills her up is perfect.
“Shh, shhh,” Kris cooes against the shell of her ear, and it’s hot and lewd as he rolls his hips against her. “I’ll take care of you baby, just relax.”
“Please,” Baekhyun nearly sobs. He fucks deep and hard into her, rhythm steady and she can barely hear the sound of her own breathing over their bodies sliding together. It’s perfect, the way he holds her, the way he knows what she needs and before she knows it she feels the stirring of another orgasm building inside of her belly.
Kris has always been a man of his word, and he has always taken care of Baekhyun. He holds her close, brushes her damp hair from her face as he looks down at her blissed out face before leaning down for a hot slide of mouths that has her moaning as she tastes herself on his tongue. It’s hardly a kiss, more like a collision of tongues and lips and teeth, but she can’t concentrate enough with the way his cock feels inside of her.
“I’m so close,” she whispers. “So, so close - just - fuck!”
Kris holds Baekhyun through one more orgasm before he can’t hold himself back anymore and shoots his load into the condom. The two of them lie together in bed, breathless, and it takes Kris way too much effort to extricate himself from Baekhyun’s messy embrace to tie up the condom and throw it in the nearby trash bin.
Blinking through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind, Baekhyun manages to give him a questioning look. “When did you-?”
She slaps his chest when he laughs at her, the flush of embarrassment going from her ears to her chest.
“Don’t be so mean,” he teases, leaning in for one last kiss. He reaches for Baekhyun’s hands and pulls her unwilling body out of bed, ignoring her half-hearted cries. “C’mon,” he says, “let’s get you in the bathtub so I can throw our sheets in the wash. I’ll join you soon.”
“Fine,” Baekhyun huffs but it’s without any real heat as she heads toward the bathroom. When she sees an opening she takes it, catching Kris off guard as she swats hard at his bare ass with a delighted cackle.
“Oh you little-”
“Catch me if you can, oppa!”
A day off is always the best kind of day.