[EXO] cross your fingers
cross your fingers | exo | baekhyun/chanyeol | nc-17 | 1800~
baekhyun gives chanyeol an unconventional gift (in which there is self-fingering)
for windlost (AKA 最喜欢的姐姐) who requested for self-fingering fic
cross your fingers
It’s a little alarming to walk into the room, expecting the dark to look back at you but instead find your boyfriend sprawled all over the bed, naked. So no one can blame Chanyeol for staring for five seconds, eyes wide, before he turns, steps out, and closes the door behind him.
He takes in a huge breath, hand still warm on the handle. It must be a dream, he reasons, as he catches the skin on his forearm and pinches it harshly.
It fucking hurts. Not a dream then.
Taking in another breath, Chanyeol swings open the door again. This time, Baekhyun is leaning against the headboard instead, frown gracing his features.
“If you close the door on me again, you are going to regret it,” Baekhyun fumes, arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Uhm,” Chanyeol manages to articulate.
“You’re not dreaming,” Baekhyun helpfully supplies, “and close the door will you? I don’t want Joonmyun to walk pass and see this and make Wu Fan talk to me about indecency again.”
Chanyeol closes the door and locks it quick.
“So,” he starts, as Baekhyun starts to shift a little, and his mouth turns terribly dry.
“So.”
“What’s this?”
Baekhyun crooks an eyebrow at him, “it’s fairly obvious, don’t you think?”
“You are naked.”
Baekhyun sighs at him before he unfolds his legs and stands up, dragging Chanyeol to a spot in the room before returning to the bed.
Chanyeol watches as Baekhyun lies against the headboard again, legs splayed obscenely wide. His cock hangs limply between his thighs, and Chanyeol watches as he sticks his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.
Baekhyun is lying naked on the bed, sucking and licking on his fingers, tongue lapping along the length before drawing them into his mouth again, mouth making slurping noises, and each small sound sends something titillating that travels all the way down Chanyeol, before settling as a low burn in his groin.
“You can touch yourself you know?” Baekhyun says, before his lips are sealed over his fingers again.
Chanyeol unbuckles his belt at top speed, discarding his pants with the flyer only half down. He kicks his jeans into a corner and his cock juts obscenely in front his boxers. He thinks he sees Baekhyun’s eyes travel to them for a moment before they go back to his eyes.
Once his boxers are tangled around his ankles, he starts to stroke himself, hand circling his cock.
Baekhyun pulls out his fingers from his mouth then, and trails them down the expanse of his chest and stomach. His lips remain parted, out of breath, and Chanyeol feels his own breath hitch.
Baekhyun reaches out beyond him to get a pillow, and he props his ass on it. Chanyeol isn’t sure what is going on, but then Baekhyun’s fingers are circling his own hole, and he sucks in a breath, and then -
“Lube,” Chanyeol stumbles out, and Baekhyun’s finger stills. He blinks.
“If you are going to finger yourself, I insist,” Chanyeol hears himself say strictly, but the effect is spoiled by him tripping over his boxers that are still tangled around his ankles. He catches the edge of the cupboard and doesn’t crash painfully on to the floor, but he hears Baekhyun let out a snort anyway.
“Can’t you just let me do this like this? I am pretty sure it might work.”
“No, I am not letting you tear your ass open just to please me,” he rummages through his underwear closet as he looks for the bottle of lubricant.
“Just wanted to try something new,” he hears Baekhyun reason.
“You’re fingering yourself, that is something new,” Chanyeol throws back. He hears Baekhyun let out a sigh of resignation, “you’re fucking crazy you know?”
“Just wanted to make today special,” Baekhyun huffs out as he catches the bottle that Chanyeol throws towards him, “do you know what today is?”
“Are you going to be angry if I say no?” Chanyeol replies tentatively.
“No, it is okay, it’s really lame anyway,” Baekhyun replies, and his cheeks gain a rosy pink. Chanyeol thinks it might be a little late for Baekhyun to be bashful now, especially since he has a bottle of lube in one of his hands and he is well, stark naked, but it is painfully adorable as well.
Chanyeol looks at him expectantly.
“Ugh, fine. It’s the 100th day anniversary of the day… we first had sex,” he mumbles.
Oh.
He tries to hold back his laughter, he really does, but a silver of it slips out of his mouth and then he is laughing. He laughs so long and hard that he misses the click of the bottle opening, or the scene of Baekhyun generously wetting his fingers with lube, and only comes back down to Earth when he hears Baekhyun moans.
Baekhyun has a finger in him, the tip just barely pushed in, and Chanyeol watches with fascination as Baekhyun pushes the whole finger in, knuckle deep. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and his cock jerks in his hand as response.
“Oh, this is,” he pumps the finger lightly, eliciting another whimper from himself, “weird. I - I can control it.”
Chanyeol moves towards Baekhyun, wants to be the one fucking him with his own fingers, but Baekhyun makes a sound of disapproval, “stay there,” he orders, and his voice is barely above a whisper. Sweat gleams on his skin under the harsh lighting of the room. Chanyeol has an insane urge to lick him.
So Chanyeol watches, ridiculously aroused, as Baekhyun fucks himself with one finger, and soon it is two, two of Baekhyun’s own fingers in his own ass scissoring himself open. Baekhyun shifts a little, and the sound that leaves his lips is titillating and almost aphrodisiac in nature, makes something burn low in Chanyeol’s groin.
Baekhyun’s legs are slipping, small shivers that tremor under his skin, and Chanyeol can see the way his toes are curled desperately into bed sheets so his legs remain bent and open (to him).
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun gasps out suddenly, and Baekhyun’s cock is smearing pre-come on the crook between his thigh and groin, and Chanyeol realizes Baekhyun must be fingering his own prostate at this point.
He has to gulp almost audibly to get himself calm (or relatively, anyway).
“Wow, this is so,” a groan, “intense,” and Chanyeol just continues to look as Baekhyun pulls his fingers out entirely, before circling his own hole, nails just barely grazing around puckered flesh. Chanyeol strokes himself in rhythm to the lazy swirls, and he has to choke back a gasps and as Baekhyun starts to finger fuck himself earnestly, even slipping another finger to join the other two.
“Would you like to,” whimpers, “fuck me? Would you like to take my fingers out and replace them with your cock instead?”
Chanyeol wants to say yes, but according to their schedule (or the unofficial one he has planned out neatly in his head), it is Baekhyun’s turn to top today.
“This is supposed to be a gift; you can always redo the schedule, or I’ll just give up on a day,” Baekhyun tells him, urgently.
“You’re not supposed to know about the schedule.”
“It got pretty obvious after I realized I was topping every other Tuesday,” and Chanyeol feels himself blush a little.
“I thought I was being very subtle about it.”
“It’s cute, I appreciate it,” Baekhyun tells him, even as he thrusts his fingers in extra hard, and he keens, hips jerking towards the air, desperate for friction. His cock continues to drip with pre-come and Chanyeol is this close to coming himself, aroused by the sight of his boyfriend fucking himself.
It only takes Chanyeol three big steps but it feels like a journey, but soon, he is pressed on top of Baekhyun, and kissing him, sloppy and dirty. There is too much tongue and saliva, and Chanyeol thinks his chin is dirty with it, but he doesn’t stop, not when Baekhyun’s teeth are tugging against his bottom lip demanding for more.
Baekhyun’s cock presses against his stomach and slicks with it pre-come, and it is filthy and almost obscene, but Chanyeol just presses closer and kisses him even dirtier. His hand squirms its way between them, and this time, it is his finger against Baekhyun’s hole, and he pushes two fingers in easily.
Baekhyun is sloppy with lube and so open and pliant it sends his head reeling a little. He finds Baekhyun’s prostate and strokes it with his fingertips, and revels in the way Baekhyun’s hips buck again, teeth sinking harshly into his lip.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans helplessly, as Chanyeol’s mouth finds a spot behind his ear and he sucks on it, marking it with a bruise, “f - fuck me, please?” and the please comes out in a low, elongated drawl as Chanyeol manipulates his prostate again.
When he pulls his fingers out, Baekhyun whimpers at the loss, hips jerking trying to reclaim them, but Chanyeol kisses him again instead, slower this time, languid, just the pressure of two mouths moving against each other. He feels the latter sigh into the kiss, and they kiss until Baekhyun’s breathing almost stable, not ragged and desperate.
It is an almost smooth slide when Chanyeol fucks Baekhyun, but Baekhyun is somehow still warm and tight around his cock, and he rolls his hips almost lazily. Baekhyun’s finger nails grasps into his shoulders for support, because his legs are still too worn out and he needs the friction, the rhythm, something, anything.
Baekhyun’s nails are long, too long, and there is a burn that seems to radiate from his shoulder, low enough that it is more dull pleasure than pain. Chanyeol thrusts into Baekhyun again, a little harder than the speed they have set to, and Baekhyun arches towards him, something akin to a gasp leaving him, but one that sounds suspiciously like a whispered Chanyeol.
He comes with hands pressing bruises into the soft skin at Baekhyun’s hips, and his teeth worrying at the skin on Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun whimpers beneath him, squirms a little, and he comes too, with a few strokes of Chanyeol’s hand against his cock. He comes all over Chanyeol’s stomach, but Chanyeol can’t find himself to care, and instead kisses him again as he pulls out gently. Baekhyun is slow to react, sleepiness starting to set in, evident in the way his eyes are half-lidded and his limbs pliant.
“I love you,” he hears Baekhyun mumble as Baekhyun pulls the blanket to cover himself; not bothering about the fact that he is sticky with sweat. He curls towards Chanyeol, and Chanyeol feels something warm and real and beautiful settle in him.
He leans down and whispers against his ear, “I love you too.”
- cries idk cries katie why did you ask me write this
- i cannot porn for nuts jfc
- this went from drabble to 1.8k of domestic porn baekyeol
- baekyeol feels are overwhelming
- i just finished my exams and this is what i write... my god.
baekhyun gives chanyeol an unconventional gift (in which there is self-fingering)
for windlost (AKA 最喜欢的姐姐) who requested for self-fingering fic
cross your fingers
It’s a little alarming to walk into the room, expecting the dark to look back at you but instead find your boyfriend sprawled all over the bed, naked. So no one can blame Chanyeol for staring for five seconds, eyes wide, before he turns, steps out, and closes the door behind him.
He takes in a huge breath, hand still warm on the handle. It must be a dream, he reasons, as he catches the skin on his forearm and pinches it harshly.
It fucking hurts. Not a dream then.
Taking in another breath, Chanyeol swings open the door again. This time, Baekhyun is leaning against the headboard instead, frown gracing his features.
“If you close the door on me again, you are going to regret it,” Baekhyun fumes, arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Uhm,” Chanyeol manages to articulate.
“You’re not dreaming,” Baekhyun helpfully supplies, “and close the door will you? I don’t want Joonmyun to walk pass and see this and make Wu Fan talk to me about indecency again.”
Chanyeol closes the door and locks it quick.
“So,” he starts, as Baekhyun starts to shift a little, and his mouth turns terribly dry.
“So.”
“What’s this?”
Baekhyun crooks an eyebrow at him, “it’s fairly obvious, don’t you think?”
“You are naked.”
Baekhyun sighs at him before he unfolds his legs and stands up, dragging Chanyeol to a spot in the room before returning to the bed.
Chanyeol watches as Baekhyun lies against the headboard again, legs splayed obscenely wide. His cock hangs limply between his thighs, and Chanyeol watches as he sticks his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.
Baekhyun is lying naked on the bed, sucking and licking on his fingers, tongue lapping along the length before drawing them into his mouth again, mouth making slurping noises, and each small sound sends something titillating that travels all the way down Chanyeol, before settling as a low burn in his groin.
“You can touch yourself you know?” Baekhyun says, before his lips are sealed over his fingers again.
Chanyeol unbuckles his belt at top speed, discarding his pants with the flyer only half down. He kicks his jeans into a corner and his cock juts obscenely in front his boxers. He thinks he sees Baekhyun’s eyes travel to them for a moment before they go back to his eyes.
Once his boxers are tangled around his ankles, he starts to stroke himself, hand circling his cock.
Baekhyun pulls out his fingers from his mouth then, and trails them down the expanse of his chest and stomach. His lips remain parted, out of breath, and Chanyeol feels his own breath hitch.
Baekhyun reaches out beyond him to get a pillow, and he props his ass on it. Chanyeol isn’t sure what is going on, but then Baekhyun’s fingers are circling his own hole, and he sucks in a breath, and then -
“Lube,” Chanyeol stumbles out, and Baekhyun’s finger stills. He blinks.
“If you are going to finger yourself, I insist,” Chanyeol hears himself say strictly, but the effect is spoiled by him tripping over his boxers that are still tangled around his ankles. He catches the edge of the cupboard and doesn’t crash painfully on to the floor, but he hears Baekhyun let out a snort anyway.
“Can’t you just let me do this like this? I am pretty sure it might work.”
“No, I am not letting you tear your ass open just to please me,” he rummages through his underwear closet as he looks for the bottle of lubricant.
“Just wanted to try something new,” he hears Baekhyun reason.
“You’re fingering yourself, that is something new,” Chanyeol throws back. He hears Baekhyun let out a sigh of resignation, “you’re fucking crazy you know?”
“Just wanted to make today special,” Baekhyun huffs out as he catches the bottle that Chanyeol throws towards him, “do you know what today is?”
“Are you going to be angry if I say no?” Chanyeol replies tentatively.
“No, it is okay, it’s really lame anyway,” Baekhyun replies, and his cheeks gain a rosy pink. Chanyeol thinks it might be a little late for Baekhyun to be bashful now, especially since he has a bottle of lube in one of his hands and he is well, stark naked, but it is painfully adorable as well.
Chanyeol looks at him expectantly.
“Ugh, fine. It’s the 100th day anniversary of the day… we first had sex,” he mumbles.
Oh.
He tries to hold back his laughter, he really does, but a silver of it slips out of his mouth and then he is laughing. He laughs so long and hard that he misses the click of the bottle opening, or the scene of Baekhyun generously wetting his fingers with lube, and only comes back down to Earth when he hears Baekhyun moans.
Baekhyun has a finger in him, the tip just barely pushed in, and Chanyeol watches with fascination as Baekhyun pushes the whole finger in, knuckle deep. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and his cock jerks in his hand as response.
“Oh, this is,” he pumps the finger lightly, eliciting another whimper from himself, “weird. I - I can control it.”
Chanyeol moves towards Baekhyun, wants to be the one fucking him with his own fingers, but Baekhyun makes a sound of disapproval, “stay there,” he orders, and his voice is barely above a whisper. Sweat gleams on his skin under the harsh lighting of the room. Chanyeol has an insane urge to lick him.
So Chanyeol watches, ridiculously aroused, as Baekhyun fucks himself with one finger, and soon it is two, two of Baekhyun’s own fingers in his own ass scissoring himself open. Baekhyun shifts a little, and the sound that leaves his lips is titillating and almost aphrodisiac in nature, makes something burn low in Chanyeol’s groin.
Baekhyun’s legs are slipping, small shivers that tremor under his skin, and Chanyeol can see the way his toes are curled desperately into bed sheets so his legs remain bent and open (to him).
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun gasps out suddenly, and Baekhyun’s cock is smearing pre-come on the crook between his thigh and groin, and Chanyeol realizes Baekhyun must be fingering his own prostate at this point.
He has to gulp almost audibly to get himself calm (or relatively, anyway).
“Wow, this is so,” a groan, “intense,” and Chanyeol just continues to look as Baekhyun pulls his fingers out entirely, before circling his own hole, nails just barely grazing around puckered flesh. Chanyeol strokes himself in rhythm to the lazy swirls, and he has to choke back a gasps and as Baekhyun starts to finger fuck himself earnestly, even slipping another finger to join the other two.
“Would you like to,” whimpers, “fuck me? Would you like to take my fingers out and replace them with your cock instead?”
Chanyeol wants to say yes, but according to their schedule (or the unofficial one he has planned out neatly in his head), it is Baekhyun’s turn to top today.
“This is supposed to be a gift; you can always redo the schedule, or I’ll just give up on a day,” Baekhyun tells him, urgently.
“You’re not supposed to know about the schedule.”
“It got pretty obvious after I realized I was topping every other Tuesday,” and Chanyeol feels himself blush a little.
“I thought I was being very subtle about it.”
“It’s cute, I appreciate it,” Baekhyun tells him, even as he thrusts his fingers in extra hard, and he keens, hips jerking towards the air, desperate for friction. His cock continues to drip with pre-come and Chanyeol is this close to coming himself, aroused by the sight of his boyfriend fucking himself.
It only takes Chanyeol three big steps but it feels like a journey, but soon, he is pressed on top of Baekhyun, and kissing him, sloppy and dirty. There is too much tongue and saliva, and Chanyeol thinks his chin is dirty with it, but he doesn’t stop, not when Baekhyun’s teeth are tugging against his bottom lip demanding for more.
Baekhyun’s cock presses against his stomach and slicks with it pre-come, and it is filthy and almost obscene, but Chanyeol just presses closer and kisses him even dirtier. His hand squirms its way between them, and this time, it is his finger against Baekhyun’s hole, and he pushes two fingers in easily.
Baekhyun is sloppy with lube and so open and pliant it sends his head reeling a little. He finds Baekhyun’s prostate and strokes it with his fingertips, and revels in the way Baekhyun’s hips buck again, teeth sinking harshly into his lip.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans helplessly, as Chanyeol’s mouth finds a spot behind his ear and he sucks on it, marking it with a bruise, “f - fuck me, please?” and the please comes out in a low, elongated drawl as Chanyeol manipulates his prostate again.
When he pulls his fingers out, Baekhyun whimpers at the loss, hips jerking trying to reclaim them, but Chanyeol kisses him again instead, slower this time, languid, just the pressure of two mouths moving against each other. He feels the latter sigh into the kiss, and they kiss until Baekhyun’s breathing almost stable, not ragged and desperate.
It is an almost smooth slide when Chanyeol fucks Baekhyun, but Baekhyun is somehow still warm and tight around his cock, and he rolls his hips almost lazily. Baekhyun’s finger nails grasps into his shoulders for support, because his legs are still too worn out and he needs the friction, the rhythm, something, anything.
Baekhyun’s nails are long, too long, and there is a burn that seems to radiate from his shoulder, low enough that it is more dull pleasure than pain. Chanyeol thrusts into Baekhyun again, a little harder than the speed they have set to, and Baekhyun arches towards him, something akin to a gasp leaving him, but one that sounds suspiciously like a whispered Chanyeol.
He comes with hands pressing bruises into the soft skin at Baekhyun’s hips, and his teeth worrying at the skin on Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun whimpers beneath him, squirms a little, and he comes too, with a few strokes of Chanyeol’s hand against his cock. He comes all over Chanyeol’s stomach, but Chanyeol can’t find himself to care, and instead kisses him again as he pulls out gently. Baekhyun is slow to react, sleepiness starting to set in, evident in the way his eyes are half-lidded and his limbs pliant.
“I love you,” he hears Baekhyun mumble as Baekhyun pulls the blanket to cover himself; not bothering about the fact that he is sticky with sweat. He curls towards Chanyeol, and Chanyeol feels something warm and real and beautiful settle in him.
He leans down and whispers against his ear, “I love you too.”
- cries idk cries katie why did you ask me write this
- i cannot porn for nuts jfc
- this went from drabble to 1.8k of domestic porn baekyeol
- baekyeol feels are overwhelming
- i just finished my exams and this is what i write... my god.