baby she'll eat you alive
Title: baby she’ll eat you alive
Fandom: exo
Pairing: girl!chanyeol/girl!baekhyun (not krisho wtf)
Word count: ~ 8,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: girl!exo, sex
Summary: Baekhyun is highly disappointed by the lack of take-me-home worthy boys at club Twelve Twenty-three, but hey, there was that one cute security guy who was flirting with her before she got into the club…
A/N: for this prompt at exopromptmeme even though it was asked for like 525491732 years ago well i finally got around to it thanks to inspiration from spending my entire winter break watching nothing but the L word on netflix lmao i’m gay
jsyk every single one of the exo members are female in this story
-
Baekhyun needed to get laid.
And not by some silly frat boy from her university or some lame drunkard she could meet at any old dive bar. She wanted a real man, someone who would be able to really please her and give what she wants…no, what she needs.
Hence why she was dolling herself up for a night out at the classiest club in the city.
“I don’t know if ‘classy’ can really ever be used to describe clubbing,” Kyungsoo puts in her two cents as she gets her eyeliner perfectly winged out by Baekhyun’s meticulous hand. “I mean in the end, everyone is just totally hammered grinding up on one another…what exactly is tasteful about that?”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun replies simply, setting the tube of liquid eyeliner down only to grab the blush to touch up her roommate’s cheeks. “Don’t kill my vibe before the night’s even started.”
“I hear this place is super, like, exclusive, though too,” Kyungsoo tells her, wiggling her nose up when some of the blush powder enters her nostrils. “What if we can’t even get in?”
“I already told you, my friend Kris is a VIP regular,” Baekhyun reminds her. “She put our name on her list for her table tonight. We’ll get in no problem.”
“If you say so,” Kyungsoo shrugs as Baekhyun contemplates which shade of lipstick the doe-eyed girl should wear.
Tao whistles when Chanyeol walks up to the bar, placing herself in the seat right in front of her coworker. “Well, look at that sexy new ‘do of yours.”
Chanyeol runs a hand through the newly chopped locks and nods. “It turned out nice, huh?”
“Way better than that bowl cut situation you were sporting for months,” Sehun throws in while she stocks the back of the bar with glasses for the night.
“Ooh, hey, let’s ask Chanyeol,” Tao suddenly says excitedly, clearly ignoring the work that needs to be done before the club opens for the night.
“Ask me what?” Chanyeol is suddenly weary.
“We were just trying to decide, what we would do if we had penises for a day,” Tao explains casually. “I said I’d get as many blowjobs as possible, since I hear they’re super great and all.”
Chanyeol chuckles and nods her head at Sehun. “What would you do?”
“Probably the same,” Sehun answers, shrugging. “And maybe get it pierced or tattooed or something equally ridiculous, since I’d only have it for a day.”
“You can pierce dicks?” Tao asks, looked stunned.
Sehun looks over at her, incredulous. “Of course you can. How did you not know that?”
“Why would I need to? I don’t have a dick,” she reminds her.
“It’s like a clit piercing for guys,” Chanyeol explains, having seen her fair share of those.
Tao’s eyes become saucers. “You can pierce clits?”
Both Sehun and Chanyeol look at one another, absolutely befuddled.
“You have a face full of metal,” Sehun waves her hand in the direction of Tao’s heavily pierced self, “plus your belly button and nipples, and God knows what else, but you didn’t know clit piercings were a thing?”
“Well, now that I do, you know where we’ll be spending our tips from tonight tomorrow!” Tao announces excitedly, whipping out her phone immediately to make an appointment at their usual tattoo shop. “But anyway, so what would you do, Chanyeol?”
“About what?” Chanyeol asks back.
“If you had a penis for a day,” Tao clarifies, finishing up typing the text message to her piercer and sending it.
“Oh uh…” Chanyeol thinks about it for a second. “I’d pee standing in every bush I came across.”
Sehun and Tao both look over at the girl with expressions that are screaming are you fucking kidding me?
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t try to fuck a lot of girls?” Tao questions, scoffing.
Chanyeol chuckles. “I don’t need a dick to do that, sweetheart.”
Tao blushes, recalling just how true that statement is. Chanyeol knows her way around a woman, that’s for damn sure.
“Besides, what if you ended up with a small penis?” Sehun ponders, nudging Tao to get her to at least look like she’s working since she just noticed their boss across the room taking care of something at the DJ area.
“Well, actually, I kinda like it when guys have small penises,” Tao admits, wiping down the already wiped down counter.
“As someone who has no desire for penis, that doesn’t even make sense to me,” Chanyeol says, confused.
“Well, it’s like, they know they’re small, obviously,” Tao explains, as if it should be general knowledge. “And so therefore he tries really, really hard to please you. Whereas guys who are super hung just think his girth slamming in and out of you over and over is enough.”
“Alright, I’m done with the penis talk,” Chanyeol decides, having already sat through way too much. “Not really my first topic of choice, ya know?”
“Sorry, dyke face,” Tao says lovingly, blowing her a kiss as Chanyeol stands up to go station herself for the night. “We’ll make sure to talk all about nothing but boobs next time you’re around.”
“You know she’s more of an ass chick,” Sehun points out as Chanyeol walks away, rolling her eyes and chuckling at her crazy coworkers.
“I hate heels, I hate heels, I hate heels,” Kyungsoo mutters tensely as she trudges with difficulty alongside Baekhyun, making their way down the sidewalk to club Twelve Twenty-three.
“Oh, relax, you baby,” Baekhyun replies, rolling her eyes yet again. “You’ll be fine, plus you look totally hot.”
“I can barely walk in these,” Kyungsoo says, referring to the four-inch death traps on her feet. “How the fuck am I supposed to dance in them?”
“I’m wearing heels an inch higher than yours, so no pity,” Baekhyun is saying just as they make it to the club. They get into the already massive line of other girls in small dresses and the guys who are all trying to inconspicuously check out said girls.
“Does my hair look okay?” Baekhyun asks Kyungsoo, smoothing down any flyaways that may have popped up.
“You look fine, half the guys around are already drooling over you,” Kyungsoo assures her.
Baekhyun smiles contently at that, the comment helping to boost her confidence to go out and find someone to take her home tonight.
The two girls chat for a while longer, having to endure the slow moving line. But soon enough, they’re close to the front, and so they prepare their IDs to let the security know that they’re to be let into the VIP area of the club.
“ID’s?” the security guy asks when finally they make it to the doors.
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun hold out their licenses for him to look over, and Baekhyun also lets him know, “We’re in Kris Wu’s party.”
“Kris Wu?” the guy repeats, and Baekhyun notes that he has a rather nice, soothing voice. He flips to a page on the clipboard in his hands and asks, “Can I see the names on your IDs once more?”
Both the girls show him their cards once more, and he looks at them then back to the list.
“You, go ahead in,” he points at Kyungsoo, then pulls back the rope from the VIP entrance door for her to step into.
Baekhyun is about to follow right behind her, but the security guy stops her. “You’re not on the list.”
“What?” Baekhyun demands, annoyance and anger and embarrassment flooding through her as she notes the entire line behind her watching this exchange.
“But she’s Kris’s friend,” Kyungsoo insists as opposed to going on inside even though she’s been let in. “I’m not even the one who knows her, how could I be on the list and she-”
“Sorry,” the security guy shrugs, and Baekhyun is annoyed by the bored careless expression on his face. Even if it is a rather handsome face, despite his ears that kinda stick out too far and his slightly-too big teeth. It still works for him, somehow.
Baekhyun shakes those thoughts from her mind when she says, “I’ll call Kris.” She pulls her phone out of her bag and begins swiping. “I’ll have her talk to you, let you know that-”
The security guy suddenly places a soft hand on Baekhyun’s wrist, stopping her from using her phone. Baekhyun tries to ignore the weirdly warm sensation of his skin against her hand. “I’m just messing around with you.”
“What?” she looks up and see that the security guy has leaned down a bit to be more at eye level with her, despite her sky high heels she has on.
“I was just giving you a hard time.” He removes his hand from hers. “You’re on the list, Ms. Byun. Go on ahead.”
Baekhyun lets out the breath of air she didn’t even know she was holding and steps onto the other side of the rope that he’s holding open for her. “That was mean,” she tells the security guy, pouting, and admittedly flirting just a bit. “I’m gonna have to ask for your name so that I can complain to a manager about you.”
“It’s Chanyeol,” he tells her, smirking just the slightest bit. “And complain away, but I’ll be willing to make it up to you if our paths happen to cross again sometime.”
Baekhyun doesn’t usually get ruffled so easily, but something about his rich voice and confident demeanor has her blushing and letting out a breathy laugh before she immediately turns around and bolts inside, pulling Kyungsoo along with her in hopes on not embarrassing herself any further around the handsome security guy.
Chanyeol’s friends like to refer to her as a ladykiller.
“I mean, honestly, what is it about you that’s literally pulled every single one of us into your trap, hm?” Jongin had asked months ago at Minseok and Luhan’s engagement dinner. “Hell, I didn’t even think I liked girls like that, and then you came along, and now I’m all questioning my sexuality and stuff-”
“It’s that ridiculous tongue of hers,” Luhan answered pointedly, slightly tipsy thanks to the champagne.
“Are you even allowed to talk about another woman’s tongue now that you’re engaged?” Jongdae asked, eyeing Minseok, Luhan’s fiancé wearily.
“No, she’s right,” Minseok agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “I mean, Jesus, if my tongue was able to work the magic that Chanyeol’s could-”
“Aww, your tongue is perfect, though, babe,” Luhan cooed, reaching over and pinching Minseok’s cheeks between her fingers.
Minseok rolled her eyes and removed the fluke from her fiancé’s hand.
“Okay, enough gross cuteness, you sappy lovebirds,” Yixing had begged. “But I think it’s also your aura, Chanyeol. Like, you just exude this cool, casual confidence that draws people in.”
“Plus you’re hot as hell,” Junmyeon threw in, a bit tipsy herself. “Why wouldn’t a girl fall for you.”
Chanyeol just shrugged, not really sure what to say to all that.
“I can’t wait to see which girl it is that finally gets you,” Jongin pondered out loud curiously. “Who’s the one who is finally gonna have the ability to break your heart, Chanyeol, instead of the other way around.”
Chanyeol chuckled and shook her head. “You guys know I don’t do the whole relationship thing. I just really like fucking hot girls.”
“You never know, Chanyeol,” Kris had said, a suspicious glint in her eyes. “If the right girl were to come along, you never know…”
Chanyeol knows of her reputation, and knows what her friends think of her, and knows that she has no right to try and deny them because it’s true. It’s all true. She likes to hook up with pretty girls, draw them in, fuck them, and then leave before the sun rises. She doesn’t do sleepovers after the sex, she doesn’t do girlfriends or relationships, and she most definitely doesn’t do feelings and all that emotional bullshit.
So it was weird, weird and confusing, when she got this funny swoopy feeling in her stomach while in the presence of that Baekhyun chick. Because yeah, she was hot as hell, absolutely gorgeous, but so are the majority of the girls Chanyeol is allowing into the club.
This wasn’t right, it wasn’t normal. Chanyeol was supposed to be the one confusing girls, drawing them in with her masculine charm, only to surprise the ones that don’t immediately know she’s female. It happens more often than not, and she’s okay with that, it adds to the thrill. It usually doesn’t end up making a difference, if the girl is attracted enough to Chanyeol - which is generally the case - she’ll go ahead and hook up with her regardless. So she’s never worried about that.
But all of a sudden she’s wondering - could Baekhyun tell that she was a girl? Because she’d definitely flirted back when Chanyeol played that little entrance denial joke on her earlier in the night. Was Baekhyun into girls? Again, this wasn’t something Chanyeol had ever really worried about, because if a girl wasn’t into girls before they met Chanyeol, they were at least willing to “try it out” once they did.
But what if Baekhyun is the exception? What if she is straight as an ironing board (pertaining entirely to her sexuality, because that girl had curves for days)? What if Baekhyun is the one girl who was so set on dick, that she’d never even consider trying anything with a girl?
The idea of that makes the potential chase a little bit more thrilling. But it also gives Chanyeol a sense of unease, because it is a chase that she really, really doesn’t want to lose.
“The guys here suck,” Baekhyun decides, flopping back down into the booth seat next to Kris after another round of dancing out on the floor.
“What?” Kris replies, craning her head to take a look at the club-goers. “These guys are hot, what are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, I’m just not…I’m not feeling it anymore.” Baekhyun shrugs and takes a careful sip of the drink she’d left, making sure it’s still just Diet Coke. She wanted to not be inebriated in the least when picking out her potential lay, not wanting to end up in a situation where she goes to bed with a ten and wakes up with a three. Nope, she wanted a clear mind for choosing who’d get the privilege of her tonight, and so far, the answer was none of these losers.
Although, she can’t help but think about that one security guy. Chanyeol, he’d said his name was. He was rather tall, and pretty lanky, but in a good way. And he’d looked really nice dressed in his all black uniform, from the black button up to the nice jacket and slacks. And his hair had looked all soft and shiny, and Baekhyun couldn’t help the thought of running her fingers through it when she’d looked at him.
“Since you come here a lot, do you know a lot of the staff?” she asks Kris, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Hmm, yeah, actually I do.” Kris nods. “A couple of the bartenders that are working tonight are actually the ones that introduced me to this place. Sehun and Tao, I don’t know if you met them.”
Baekhyun waves off the names and further inquires, “What about Chanyeol? He was the security guard at the door tonight.”
“Chanyeol?” Kris smirks the slightest. “Chanyeol is…one of a kind, that’s for sure.”
“What do you mean?” Baekhyun tried really hard to not sound so eager for information, but she can’t help but be even more intrigued by Kris’s odd sense of vagueness.
“Well, you see, Chanyeol is actually a-”
“Baekhyun, do you have any condoms?” A stumbling mess of Kyungsoo interrupts, practically falling into Baekhyun’s lap.
“What for?” Baekhyun replies, shoving her to the side and going to work fixing her friend’s smudged makeup for her.
Kyungsoo rolls her eyes. “Well, you see, Baekhyun, condoms are used when two people wanna-”
“I mean, who the fuck are you gonna fuck?” Baekhyun rewords her question, untangling the mess of curls Kyungsoo’s hair had become. The poor girl never ends up in the best condition after a few shots.
“I’ve been dancing and talking with this really cute guy,” she answers, hearts practically shining in her eyes. “I think he said his name was Hyunsik.”
“Aww, I’m sure he’s a very great guy,” Baekhyun says, nodding at Kyungsoo. “But sweetie, you are drunk as fuck and about to vomit all over me, so I’d rather you not leave with some random guy in this state.”
“Baaaaaeeekkk,” Kyungsoo whines, flailing like a little kid. “Don’t block cock me, come on.”
“Block cock?” Kris repeats, chuckling.
“My point exactly,” Baekhyun says. “How about you go give him your number, and maybe he’ll end up texting you in the morning for some good, clean, sober fun.”
Kyungsoo pouts, but gets up to go do what Baekhyun recommended, knowing she wouldn’t be able to convince her friend.
“Damn, she’s a lightweight,” Kris comments as they both keep an eye on Kyungsoo, who’s now over by the bar talking with who they assume is Hyunsik. “I only saw her take, like, a couple shots.”
“That’s why she doesn’t go out much,” Baekhyun replies, then attempts to shift the conversation once more. “So what were you saying about that Chanyeol guy again?”
“Oh yeah, well actually, Chanyeol is-”
“You talking mad shit about me, Kris?”
Baekhyun whips her head over when she hears none other than Chanyeol speaking, having walked over to Kris’s table. He’s standing there, all tall and chill and nonchalant with his hands in his pockets, and Baekhyun hopes the stupid sudden blush on her face isn’t too obvious.
Kris chuckles and shrugs. “It’s not my fault your reputation is the way that it is.”
Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol rolls his eyes, before looking straight at her and asking, “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun lies, nodding her head. “Yeah, this place is great.”
“You’re already off for the night?” Kris asks Chanyeol directing the conversation with him away from Baekhyun once more, and she can’t help but be a little bit annoyed by that.
“Yeah, Shindong took over for me,” Chanyeol explains to her. Baekhyun has the dumb urge to try and direct the attention back to her, but Chanyeol is still speaking only to Kris when he says, “So I’m gonna head home, but Sehun told me you had something for me…?”
“Oh yeah, here.” Kris reaches into her purse and pulls out a pair of sunglasses, handing them to Chanyeol. “Sorry it took me so long to return them.”
“I forgot you even borrowed them,” Chanyeol admits, pocketing them. “Well, I should get going before all the drunk assholes hit the road. Wouldn’t want my mom’s fear of me dying on my motorcycle to come true thanks to not even my motorcycle.”
“You drive a motorcycle?” Baekhyun asks, not wanting him to leave just yet, wanting to be able to talk to him a little bit more, find out just a bit more about him.
“Yeah…do you ride?” Chanyeol asks her curiously.
“I love motorcycles,” Baekhyun straight out lies.
“You can come check mine out, if you want,” Chanyeol offers, nodding his head in the opposite direction.
“Sure,” Baekhyun agrees, trying to make sure she doesn’t seem overtly eager, even though she really, really is. “Uh, let me just let my friend Kyungsoo know-”
“I’ll take care of Kyungsoo,” Kris promises her, smiling sweetly. It’s just a bit off, a bit…suspicious, but Baekhyun forgets it and stands up to join Chanyeol.
Baekhyun follows him through the VIP area, making it to one of the back rooms that she realizes is for employees only. Chanyeol heads over to one of the lockers and opens it, pulling out a helmet and some keys before closing it right back up. “It’s out here,” Chanyeol pushes the back door open, letting Baekhyun step through first before it shuts behind the both of them.
“There she is,” Chanyeol says, walking up to a sleek looking silver and light blue bike.
“Wow,” Baekhyun says, truly impressed. Admittedly, she knows nothing about motorcycles, only knows it’s a Ducati because that name is printed on the side of the bike, but even so it really is a very beautiful motorcycle.
“It’s a 900 SS,” Chanyeol tells her, sounding proud. “I’d loved to have gotten a 999, but they’re just ridiculously expensive.”
“Oh yeah, 999s are amazing,” Baekhyun agrees, nodding seriously.
Chanyeol looks at her and smiles. “What about P-90s? Do you prefer those or are you more of a D-90 sorta girl?”
Shit, Baekhyun hopes she doesn’t answer wrong here. “Oh…P-90s for sure.” She prays that’s the answer Chanyeol was looking for.
Chanyeol nods, looking thoughtful for a moment as he just stares at Baekhyun.
“I mean, which do you like better?” she decides to ask back, feeling too scrutinized under his gaze.
“I mean, if those meant anything in terms of Ducatis, I’d have an answer for you, but…”
It takes Baekhyun a second to realize what Chanyeol is telling her.
“Oh my God,” Baekhyun drops her head into her hands, embarrassed. She should’ve listened to Kyungsoo about the whole not fibbing thing.
“It’s cool,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhuyn looks up to see him shrugging it off. “Even so, you only said that you loved motorcycles, not that you knew anything about them.”
“It is very nice,” Baekhyun admits, nodding. “But yeah, I know nothing about motorcycles.”
“So it was just an excuse to talk to me more then?”
Baekhyun feels herself blush, and damn, no one has ever made her more flustered in her life. A part of her likes it but a part of her also really, really hates it.
“Yeah, it was,” she admits, because she decides fuck it, cool façade be damned, she likes Chanyeol.
“I’m glad,” Chanyeol tells her, giving her this intense stare that makes her insides feel like they’re turning to goo. “Because I wanted to talk to you more too.”
Baekhyun just smiles at that, not really sure what to say, even though she knows she probably should say something.
It’s okay though, because instead, Chanyeol is holding out the motorcycle helmet to her, asking, “Wanna go for a ride?”
Another thing that Chanyeol doesn’t do is take girls back to her apartment. When she fucks, she fucks at the other girl’s place, or in a public restroom or in a car, or anywhere other than her home.
So why she’s pulling her motorcycle into her assigned spot at her apartment complex whilst Baekhyun’s arms are wrapped tightly around her stomach, she’s not entirely sure.
Or maybe she is sure, she just doesn’t want to yet admit the reason to herself.
Baekhyun slowly unwraps her arms from around Chanyeol when she stands her bike into place. Chanyeol climbs off first, then carefully helps Baekhyun off the bike as best she can, but it’s a feat trying to do so and keep the shorter girl decent, considering the heels and tiny, tiny dress she is wearing.
Baekhyun slowly pulls the helmet off her head, then immediately goes to work trying to smooth down her hair.
“You look fine,” Chanyeol assures her, laughing lightly at the concern as she takes the helmet from her.
“Are you sure?” Baekhyun still seems a bit self-conscious.
Chanyeol reaches over to smooth down just one piece of hair that was a little bit skewed, but assures her, “You’re beautiful.”
They both just stand there for a moment, looking at one another, Chanyeol’s fingers are still lightly holding onto that piece of Baekhyun’s hair. She glances at the shorter girl’s mouth, and fuck, she wants to kiss her so badly, and if it were any other girl, she would, but there’s something about this Miss Baekhyun, something that makes her tread the waters much more carefully, because she really, really doesn’t want to fuck this up.
Thankfully, Baekhyun seems to notice that Chanyeol was looking at her lips, and goes ahead and looks at Chanyeol’s as well, and finally Baekhyun makes the move to reach up and wrap her arms around Chanyeol’s neck, gaining the ability to pull her towards herself and press their mouths against one another.
Kissing girls is nice, Chanyeol has always thought kissing girls was really fucking nice, but Jesus, she felt like she could be satisfied doing nothing except kiss Baekhyun for the rest of her life. The shorter girl has lips that are all soft and pliant, and she’s demanding with her kisses but not sloppy. Chanyeol has the hardest time finding it in her to willingly pull away from her, but she has to do so in order to say, “Let’s go inside,” and then lead Baekhyun the way to her apartment.
The second the door shuts behind them, Baekhyun’s lips find their way to Chanyeol’s once more. Her arms stay secured around Chanyeol’s neck, making sure the taller girl remains at her level. The task suddenly proves even more difficult, though, because Baekhyun is pulling Chanyeol down even further towards her, having toed off her heels to leave them at the door.
Chanyeol took that as opportunity to make things easier for both of them. Sliding her hands from where they were rested against Baekhyun’s hips down past her ass, that gorgeous, plump ass, and onto her thighs, grabbing hold of both of them to hitch them over her own hips, causing Baekhyun to yelp in shock as she pushed the other girl against the wall to keep her in place.
Baekhyun moans and gasps, making all these little noises against Chanyeol’s lips that are driving her crazy, knowing that she’s the one causing them. Chanyeol reluctantly detaches their lips from one another, but only cuz she is so curious about the rest of her skin, wants to taste all of Baekhyun. She mouths down Baekhyun’s neck, causing the smaller girl to arch her back off the wall. God, she tastes perfect, and she smells perfect, and she feels perfect, and Chanyeol has never wanted anyone or anything anymore than she does right now in her life. And so it’s hard, so hard, knowing that she is probably deceiving this girl right now, because she is 99% certain Baekhyun thinks she is hooking up with a guy right now. But this intense craving she has for the girl makes it impossible for her to stop, impossible for her to reveal the truth that could potentially mess things up before she gets to do exactly what she wants to do to this girl for at least one night.
“B-bed,” Baekhyun gasps out suddenly, breaking Chanyeol from her overactive thoughts. She immediately complies, making sure Baekhyun is secure in her arms before carrying her the short way back to her bedroom. She lays the shorter girl as gracefully she can down on her bed, the first girl other than herself to even see it. Baekhyun immediately goes back to kissing Chanyeol once more, lips insistent and eager against her own. Chanyeol keeps one of her hands firmly on the bed beside Baekhyun’s hips, holding her up from crushing the girl, but her other one is running up and down Baekhyun’s silky thigh, loving the way she feels Baekhyun’s skin get goosebumps at her touch.
“Ahh, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun all but begs, arching her body once more, trying to get some friction where she most needs it, Chanyeol realizes. She knows he feeling all too well, is absolutely leaking in her own underwear with how wet and turned on she is.
“God, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says, flipping them over so that Baekhyun was now straddled over her hips, looking down at Chanyeol. “I’ve honestly never wanted a girl more than I’ve wanted you in my life.”
Baekhyun inhales a sharp breath, obviously not expecting to hear something like that. And shit, Chanyeol just fucked up, she just ruined everything now, didn’t she? Baekhyun probably now thinks she’s some creepy obsessed psycho and is about to jump off of her and book it the hell out of her apartment.
“Then show me,” Baekhyun says instead, surprising the fuck out of Chanyeol.
But Chanyeol does as she’s askes, immediately going to work pulling Baekhyun’s tiny black dress over her hips where it was already messily bunched, up her stomach and over her head, leaving her kneeling over Chanyeol in just a pair of panties and her bra, this sexy little black and nude lace number. Chanyeol leans up on her elbows bringing her face close to Baekhyun’s skin, breathing in her scent. Then she leans forward just a bit more, softly, so softly, placing kisses up and down the cleavage of Baekhyun’s pillowy breasts. She hears Baekhyun gasp and then notices that the younger girl is now working on unlatching her bra hooks, throwing the garment to the side somewhere on the floor.
Chanyeol just stares in wonder for a moment. And yeah, she’s an ass girl, but that by no means makes her not a boob girl too. Especially since Baekhyun’s are perfect, not too big, but not too small (unlike her own), nice and soft and warm and so Chanyeol can’t help it when her mouth takes one of Baekhyun’s nipples in, circling a few times around the hardened nub.
“Fuck, Chanyeol, /yes/,” Baekhyun groans, steadying herself with her hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders. Chanyeol palms the other one with her hand, massaging it, which she notices causes Baekhyun to start grinding her hips down at. It’s sudden slight panic mode, because Chanyeol clearly does not have the erection inside her pants that Baekhyun is likely hoping to find friction against.
“Ride my face, baby,” Chanyeol decides hastily, laying back down against the bed and looking up at Baekhyun hopefully.
Baekhyun bites her lip, which is stupidly cute to Chanyeol, seeming to think about it for a second before she nods, leaning down once to kiss Chanyeol before she crawls up the bed, resting her knees on either side of the taller girl’s head.
Now, Chanyeol knows how to eat pussy, and girls have never hesitated to let her know that. So she’s never been self-conscious, never been worried about her skills being inadequate.
But laying here now, in between the legs of this gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman, she is for some reason suddenly doubting herself. She so badly wants to be able to convince herself to Baekhyun…of what exactly, she’s not quite sure to be honest. Chanyeol just knows that this isn’t the only night she wants to spend with Baekhyun…she wants her to be more than just the humps and dumps she’s had in the past. And at this point, her tongue might be the thing that makes that a possibility, so it was a bit of pressure on her end, to say the least.
Chanyeol has to stop overanalyzing this shit. Again, she is lying in between the legs of this gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman, and it is about time she begins pleasing her, so she reaches up to push Baekhyun’s small panties to the side and goes to work.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Baekhyun pants out when Chanyeol’s warm, wet tongue licks its way up her entire slit, circling once around her clit before diving back down towards her center.
“Shit, Chanyeol, you’re so fucking good at this,” she admits, wondering briefly if she should have started hooking up with other girls long ago.
It was actually pretty easy for Baekhyun to realize it after pressing her body so close to the other girl’s. And yes, it was a little bit confusing at first, become aware of the fact that she most definitely was hooking up with a girl, but honestly, she didn’t bother to dwell on it too much. It just felt so right the way Chanyeol was touching her and kissing her and driving her wild, and so really her only concern was that she hoped she could figure out how to please her back. Baekhyun assumed it wouldn’t be too hard (hopefully) seeing as she’s a girl, and therefore does indeed have knowledge of what it takes to get a girl off.
As did Chanyeol. Very much so. Her tongue is drawing lazy circles around Baekhyun’s entrance, making the smaller girl unable to stop herself from grinding down a bit into the ministrations.
“Fucking hell, Chanyeol, your fucking tongue,” Baekhyun babbles, a bit hazy with pleasure. She thinks that Chanyeol might have just paused to smirk a bit, but then the moment is over and Chanyeol is back to flicking her tongue gently over Baekhyun’s clit. The shorter girl whimpers and grips tightly at the headboard of the bed, using everything in her not to suffocate the girl below her with her pussy, though she desperately wants to get as close as motherfucking possible.
It’s good, it’s so fucking good, but Baekhyun wants Chanyeol to know that she knows. It takes everything in her power to push up on her knees, forcing Chanyeol’s tongue away from her dripping center. “Baekhyun?” the taller girl asks, and Baekhyun crawls back down her body, straddling her hips instead and leaning down to taste herself on Chanyeol’s lips. Chanyeol seems a little bit confused at first, but soon begins to kiss back, forcing her tongue into Baekhyun’s mouth to feed her her own juices. It’s dirty and filthy, but it’s hot, so hot. She wants to feel more of the other girl’s skin against her own, so Baekhyun starts shoving Chanyeol’s jacket over her shoulders. It’s clear, the way Chanyeol freezes up at this, mouth still against her own and body rigid.
“I wanna see you,” Baekhyun tells her honestly, managing to get the jacket down to Chanyeol’s wrists, and the taller girl quickly recovers, pulling the jacket the rest of the way off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Baekhyun reaches for the first button on Chanyeol’s shirt, but the other girl regains focus and quickly grabs Baekhyun’s wrists, stopping them in place hovering just centimeters above her face.
“I…” Chanyeol says, voice slightly shaky as she looks into Baekhyun’s eyes, worry clear, and she gulps. “I wanna finish what I started first.”
And then Chanyeol is flipping them around, gaining the upper hand once more now that she has Baekhyun trapped between her still-clothed body and the mattress. She still has Baekhyun’s wrists held firmly between her hands, keeping them in place right in between their chests as she leans forward to mold their lips together once more. She licks insistently against Baekhyun’s lower lip, asking her to open up, and the shorter girl has no choice but to comply. But when she does, Chanyeol decides it’s enough of that, moving her mouth down the column of her throat, then taking each of Baekhyun’s wrists into her hands and placing them against the mattress next to her. Chanyeol still hasn’t given her the opportunity to control her hands herself back, but she’s kind of okay with it - actually, she’s really okay with it, because fuck, she’ll let Chanyeol do whatever she wants if it means this talented mouth of hers will continue to do the wonderful things it’s currently doing to her. Baekhyun whines when Chanyeol’s mouth makes its way downwards, kissing softly between her breasts before dipping and swirling a few times around her bellybutton. Baekhyun yelps embarrassingly in response, unable to control anything really at this point. Her body is on fire, quivering and shaking in response to the attention Chanyeol most certainly knows how to give her.
Chanyeol kisses at the skin on her stomach, nibbling softly on a few areas, and then she’s making her way back down to where Baekhyun needs her most. The taller girl squeezes her hands around Baekhyun’s wrists once, telling her to keep them where they’re at even when she releases her. Baekhyun, however, does not have that kind of self-control, and when Chanyeol frees her hands, she is immediately threading them into the girl’s short hair, urging her closer to her throbbing center.
Chanyeol brings her arms to push Baekhyun’s legs further apart, kissing languidly against the flesh of her inner thighs, and it’s so, so good, but Baekhyun is suddenly aware of just how hot, just how riled up she is, and fuck she needs to come, she needs release so badly.
“Chanyeol,” she breathes out, arching up into nothing as the taller girl sucks a hickey into the skin right where her left thigh and labia meet. “Chanyeol, fuck, please.”
Thankfully, Chanyeol obeys, swiftly tugging Baekhyun’s panties down past her hips, onto the floor, and then returning to her place between the shorter girls legs. Chanyeol uses one of her hands to hold Baekhyun open as her mouth places a single soft kiss right onto Baekhyun’s clit. She groans in response, eyes squeezed shut so tightly, removing her hands from Chanyeol’s hair to instead cover her mouth, trying to suppress the humiliating noises she keeps making from filling the room.
Her entire body is tingling, on fire, as Chanyeol leisurely, tantalizingly licks the wet folds of her pussy. “Holy, shit, Chanyeol,” she sobs out, hands returning to her sides to clutch at the sheets, trying to find leverage, trying to keep herself in check. It was proving difficult, oh so difficult though, because Chanyeol had her tongue moving up and down, side to side, not missing an inch before she suddenly had the shorter girls clit sucked into her mouth. “Fucking shit,” Baekhyun gasps in response, not even caring that she’s arching and grinding desperately into Chanyeol’s face now.
Chanyeol’s tongue flicks back and forth over her clit steadily, increasing the pressure building up inside of Baekhyun. “Shit, fuck, don’t stop, Chanyeol,” she begs.
And Chanyeol obliges, continuing the task at hand (tongue), so expertly, perfectly, that it only takes a few more swirls of that sinful tongue around her clit before Baekhyun is coming with a scream of the taller girls name, rocking herself shamelessly into Chanyeol’s face as it crashes over her, white hot pleasure making its way through her entire body. Chanyeol continues lapping at her through her orgasm, tongue slowing down in time with Baekhyun coming down from the high.
Baekhyun’s arched back flattens back against the bed as Chanyeol softly kisses her way back up Baekhyun’s body, her lips finding their way back to the heavily panting girl’s own. Baekhyun kisses her back, feeling the significant amount of her own wetness being smeared around her lips. Chanyeol pulls back and Baekhyun can now see just how red and swollen her lips are, thanks to what it was she was just doing to Baekhyun.
“I…” Baekhyun tries to speak while still regaining her breath. “I don’t think I can do it anywhere nearly as good as you…but I can try…”
Chanyeol looks down at her with knitted eyebrows, clearly a bit puzzled, and Baekhyun takes that moment to reach up and attempt to make work on Chanyeol’s shirt buttons once more. The taller girl realizes what she’s doing and immediately sits back on her knees, pulling herself away from Baekhyun’s curious hands as quickly as possible.
“Baekhyun, wait, I…” Chanyeol runs a nervous hand through her short hair. “Shit, fuck, I don’t know how to…”
Baekhyun sits up on her elbows and watches as Chanyeol has a mini panic attack, clearly not sure how to let the other girl know that she is also, in fact, a girl.
“I mean, admittedly,” Baekhyun says softly, “I’ve never eaten a girl out before…but I think I might do kinda alright if I go off of what you just taught me.”
Chanyeol is staring straight at Baekhyun now, eyes wide in shock.
“It’s hardly fair if I end up being the only one getting off tonight,” Baekhyun continues trying to coax her, biting her lip in what she hopes is a sexy manner.
“Well…” Chanyeol shrugs and gulps and lets out a slightly awkward chuckle. “I kinda already took care of that when I was in between your legs.” She gestures to the unzipped fly on her slacks. “Seeing as I assumed you’d go running for the hills once you found out.”
Baekhyun pouts at that, while simultaneously thinking how hot it is that Chanyeol pleasured herself to the act of pleasuring Baekhyun.
“Next time, then, maybe?” Baekhyun tries cautiously, raising an eyebrow at her.
The small smile that forms on Chanyeol’s lips is not lost on her and the taller girl nods. “Next time.”
Baekhyun smiles and nods back, scooting back a bit on the bed so she could close her legs and turn herself so she was sitting with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. She glances around the floor for her clothes, finding her bra first and rehooking it around her back.
“Oh…are you…leaving?” Chanyeol ask her, sounding small and weary.
“Well, I don’t want to intrude-”
“You wouldn’t be,” Chanyeol says, then clears her throat. “I mean…if you want.” She tried to bring back the cool confidence in her voice with that, but Baekhyun notes the underlying hope in those words.
“Are you sure?” she asks, back still to the other girl, because she wouldn’t want her to see her rejection face if it came to that.
“Yes,” Chanyeol agrees, sounding sure. “It’s late and probably cold out-”
“And you owe me post-sex cuddles,” Baekhyun points out, smiling to herself.
“And I owe you post-sex cuddles,” Chanyeol repeats, sounding relieved.
Baekhyun turns and tugs at the bed sheets next to the pillows she’s sitting close to. She repositions herself so that she can tuck herself under them, lying comfortably on the right side of Chanyeol’s bed. The other girl is still in the same position she left her in, kneeling towards the end of the bed, still basically fully clothed, which Baekhyun thinks is ridiculous.
“Well?” the smaller girl insists, giving Chanyeol a look.
Chanyeol submits, making work to unbutton her shirt and tossing it to the floor, finally revealing her bare torso to Baekhyun, as it would appear she does not wear a bra. And she doesn’t really have to, because her breasts are rather small, but what is there is round and perky, and yes, Chanyeol is indeed a girl, and yes, Baekhyun is indeed okay with that.
She stands up off the bed to wriggle out of her jeans, leaving her in only a pair of batman boxer briefs, which Baekhyun giggles at. Chanyeol climbs under the covers next to Baekhyun wrapping her arms around the shorter girl’s waist and leaning forward to press their lips together sweetly. Baekhyun feels this amazing tingly feeling in her belly, not anything sexual, not anything sensual even, just this nice warm feeling that she thinks is just there to confirm how right it feels to be in Chanyeol’s arms right now.
“Mm, goodnight, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says when she pulls away, only to go in and press one last kiss against her lips.
“Goodnight, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun says, snuggling herself as close as possible in the other girl’s hold.
Chanyeol cracks her eyes open, blinking away the sleep as she adjusts to the light streaming in from her bedroom window. Which is annoying as fuck, and why the fuck is it even happening, considering she never leaves her curtains open.
She dismisses that thought and whips her head to the side, immediately realizing that the other side of the bed is empty. Baekhyun’s not lying there beside her.
Shit, was last night just a dream? Or is this finally just payback for all the girls she’s snuck out in the middle of the night on in the past? She feels like an absolute piece of shit for doing that to all of them now, because this is a bad feeling. This is the worst feeling in the world, waking up alone when you so desperately wanted to be waking up next to the person you fell asleep - or at least thought you fell asleep - next to.
Chanyeol figures she deserves it. Karma and all that. It was stupid of her, to get her hopes up like she did, after Baekhyun (dream Baekhyun?) ended up being totally cool with her, ya know, being a chick and all. That was it, Baekhyun had been too cool with it all, probably just trying to lessen the blow before bolting away from Chanyeol’s pathetic lesbian ass while she was sleeping.
“Chanyeol, are you awake?” she suddenly hears a voice ask quietly, and she bolts up in bed only to see Baekhyun standing cautiously at her bedroom door, wearing none other than her black button up work shirt, slightly large on her petite frame. “Oh good, you’re up…so, uh, I may have accidentally broken your coffee maker because I wasn’t exactly sure where the water was supposed to-”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol breathes out, just staring at her, /there/, right in front of her face.
“Yeah, I’m kinda dumb, sorry,” Baekhyun looks down sheepishly. “But I promise I’ll buy you a new one!”
“Come here,” Chanyeol demands, needing to make sure she’s real.
Baekhyun giggles and fulfils the request, crawling onto the bed and placing a quick kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. “Morning, Chanyeol.”
“Morning, Baekhyun,” she replies, this weird, unusual feeling in her chest. It’s not unpleasant, it’s just nothing she’s felt before, so it’s gonna take some getting used to.
Baekhyun smiles before leaning in for more kissing, causing the feeling in Chanyeol’s chest to intensify. Unfortunately, the moment is ruined by the sudden incessant buzzing coming from her bedside table, indicating an incoming call.
“Answer it,” Baekhyun allows, and Chanyeol doesn’t want to, she just wants to keep kissing this girl forever, but she answers the call, hoping to get rid of this person as soon as possible.
“What?” she says, annoyance clear in her voice.
“Uhm what is this I hear you let a girl go over to your place, and then spend the fucking night there-”
“Bye, Jongin,” Chanyeol says shortly, ending the call, deciding she’ll deal with her later.
Baekhyun laughs once and asks, “What was that all about?”
“Nothing.” Chanyeol presses forward to reclaim Baekhyun’s lips, but the smaller girl stops her.
“Would that call happen to have anything to do with this ‘reputation’ or yours?”
“What?” Chanyeol asks, feeling the blood drain from her face.
“You tell me?” Baekhyun smirks and shrugs. “Kris said something about your reputation…what for, though, I’m not quite sure.”
Chanyeol sighs and her phone buzzes again, but this time it’s shorter, indicating a new text. She glances at the screen, only to see there are actually multiple texts waiting to be checked.
“See for yourself,” she allows, handing her phone over to Baekhyun so she could read what her ridiculous friends had been saying to her.
From: Junmyeon
7:07 am
You brought her back to YOUR place?!!!???
7:08 am
I don’t even think I know where your place is!!
From: Minseok
7:17 am
lol luhan says she’s gonna be sure the bouquets end up with you and Baekhyun when we toss them
From: Luhan
8:12 am
Uhm hello rule number 1, don’t fall for a straight girl, hasn’t orange is the new black taught you anything??
8:14 am
But in reality, you know I wish you nothing but luck, shall I reserve a U-Haul for your guys’ second date?
From: Kris
9:04 am
Can you have Baekhyun call or text her friend Kyungsoo, please? She’s flipping the fuck out.
9:04 am
Oh and gg btw ;)
From: Sehun
9:47 am
Imma be you’re maid of honor right?
From: Tao
9:49 am
DON’T LET SEHUN BE YOUR MAID OF HONOR YOU KNOW THAT IS MY RIGHTFUL POSITION
From: Yixing
9:57 am
Everyone else is all jealous that she’s at your place, I’m just mad that you let her ride your motorcycle before I ever got to :(
From: Jongdae
10:09 am
Our little Chanyeol is growing up :’)
10:10 am
Try not to fuck up what’s probably gonna be a good thing slut face
“So I’m the first girl you’ve ever invited over to your place?” Baekhyun asks, looking serious now, handing Chanyeol’s phone back to her.
For some reason, Chanyeol blushes, but nods to confirm.
“Good.” A small smile rests on Baekhyun’s lips, showing she’s pleased.
“I like you, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol suddenly blurts out, hating what a blundering mess she turns into, especially compared to how suave she normally is with the ladies. “A lot.”
Baekhyun giggles again and bites her lip, and Chanyeol feels the funny chest feeling again. “I like you, too, Chanyeol.”
“So then…I mean, since you apparently broke my coffee maker…can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Baekhyun blushes at the reminder but smiles and nods. “I’d love that,” she answers, then a little wrinkle sets between her eyebrows when she says, “Can I ask what Luhan meant about the U-haul thing?”
Chanyeol chuckles and just tells her, “I have a lot to teach you about the lesbian world…”
a/n: i’m sorry i promise i'll never write lesbian smut again
web counter
Fandom: exo
Pairing: girl!chanyeol/girl!baekhyun (not krisho wtf)
Word count: ~ 8,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: girl!exo, sex
Summary: Baekhyun is highly disappointed by the lack of take-me-home worthy boys at club Twelve Twenty-three, but hey, there was that one cute security guy who was flirting with her before she got into the club…
A/N: for this prompt at exopromptmeme even though it was asked for like 525491732 years ago well i finally got around to it thanks to inspiration from spending my entire winter break watching nothing but the L word on netflix lmao i’m gay
jsyk every single one of the exo members are female in this story
-
Baekhyun needed to get laid.
And not by some silly frat boy from her university or some lame drunkard she could meet at any old dive bar. She wanted a real man, someone who would be able to really please her and give what she wants…no, what she needs.
Hence why she was dolling herself up for a night out at the classiest club in the city.
“I don’t know if ‘classy’ can really ever be used to describe clubbing,” Kyungsoo puts in her two cents as she gets her eyeliner perfectly winged out by Baekhyun’s meticulous hand. “I mean in the end, everyone is just totally hammered grinding up on one another…what exactly is tasteful about that?”
“Shut up,” Baekhyun replies simply, setting the tube of liquid eyeliner down only to grab the blush to touch up her roommate’s cheeks. “Don’t kill my vibe before the night’s even started.”
“I hear this place is super, like, exclusive, though too,” Kyungsoo tells her, wiggling her nose up when some of the blush powder enters her nostrils. “What if we can’t even get in?”
“I already told you, my friend Kris is a VIP regular,” Baekhyun reminds her. “She put our name on her list for her table tonight. We’ll get in no problem.”
“If you say so,” Kyungsoo shrugs as Baekhyun contemplates which shade of lipstick the doe-eyed girl should wear.
Tao whistles when Chanyeol walks up to the bar, placing herself in the seat right in front of her coworker. “Well, look at that sexy new ‘do of yours.”
Chanyeol runs a hand through the newly chopped locks and nods. “It turned out nice, huh?”
“Way better than that bowl cut situation you were sporting for months,” Sehun throws in while she stocks the back of the bar with glasses for the night.
“Ooh, hey, let’s ask Chanyeol,” Tao suddenly says excitedly, clearly ignoring the work that needs to be done before the club opens for the night.
“Ask me what?” Chanyeol is suddenly weary.
“We were just trying to decide, what we would do if we had penises for a day,” Tao explains casually. “I said I’d get as many blowjobs as possible, since I hear they’re super great and all.”
Chanyeol chuckles and nods her head at Sehun. “What would you do?”
“Probably the same,” Sehun answers, shrugging. “And maybe get it pierced or tattooed or something equally ridiculous, since I’d only have it for a day.”
“You can pierce dicks?” Tao asks, looked stunned.
Sehun looks over at her, incredulous. “Of course you can. How did you not know that?”
“Why would I need to? I don’t have a dick,” she reminds her.
“It’s like a clit piercing for guys,” Chanyeol explains, having seen her fair share of those.
Tao’s eyes become saucers. “You can pierce clits?”
Both Sehun and Chanyeol look at one another, absolutely befuddled.
“You have a face full of metal,” Sehun waves her hand in the direction of Tao’s heavily pierced self, “plus your belly button and nipples, and God knows what else, but you didn’t know clit piercings were a thing?”
“Well, now that I do, you know where we’ll be spending our tips from tonight tomorrow!” Tao announces excitedly, whipping out her phone immediately to make an appointment at their usual tattoo shop. “But anyway, so what would you do, Chanyeol?”
“About what?” Chanyeol asks back.
“If you had a penis for a day,” Tao clarifies, finishing up typing the text message to her piercer and sending it.
“Oh uh…” Chanyeol thinks about it for a second. “I’d pee standing in every bush I came across.”
Sehun and Tao both look over at the girl with expressions that are screaming are you fucking kidding me?
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t try to fuck a lot of girls?” Tao questions, scoffing.
Chanyeol chuckles. “I don’t need a dick to do that, sweetheart.”
Tao blushes, recalling just how true that statement is. Chanyeol knows her way around a woman, that’s for damn sure.
“Besides, what if you ended up with a small penis?” Sehun ponders, nudging Tao to get her to at least look like she’s working since she just noticed their boss across the room taking care of something at the DJ area.
“Well, actually, I kinda like it when guys have small penises,” Tao admits, wiping down the already wiped down counter.
“As someone who has no desire for penis, that doesn’t even make sense to me,” Chanyeol says, confused.
“Well, it’s like, they know they’re small, obviously,” Tao explains, as if it should be general knowledge. “And so therefore he tries really, really hard to please you. Whereas guys who are super hung just think his girth slamming in and out of you over and over is enough.”
“Alright, I’m done with the penis talk,” Chanyeol decides, having already sat through way too much. “Not really my first topic of choice, ya know?”
“Sorry, dyke face,” Tao says lovingly, blowing her a kiss as Chanyeol stands up to go station herself for the night. “We’ll make sure to talk all about nothing but boobs next time you’re around.”
“You know she’s more of an ass chick,” Sehun points out as Chanyeol walks away, rolling her eyes and chuckling at her crazy coworkers.
“I hate heels, I hate heels, I hate heels,” Kyungsoo mutters tensely as she trudges with difficulty alongside Baekhyun, making their way down the sidewalk to club Twelve Twenty-three.
“Oh, relax, you baby,” Baekhyun replies, rolling her eyes yet again. “You’ll be fine, plus you look totally hot.”
“I can barely walk in these,” Kyungsoo says, referring to the four-inch death traps on her feet. “How the fuck am I supposed to dance in them?”
“I’m wearing heels an inch higher than yours, so no pity,” Baekhyun is saying just as they make it to the club. They get into the already massive line of other girls in small dresses and the guys who are all trying to inconspicuously check out said girls.
“Does my hair look okay?” Baekhyun asks Kyungsoo, smoothing down any flyaways that may have popped up.
“You look fine, half the guys around are already drooling over you,” Kyungsoo assures her.
Baekhyun smiles contently at that, the comment helping to boost her confidence to go out and find someone to take her home tonight.
The two girls chat for a while longer, having to endure the slow moving line. But soon enough, they’re close to the front, and so they prepare their IDs to let the security know that they’re to be let into the VIP area of the club.
“ID’s?” the security guy asks when finally they make it to the doors.
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun hold out their licenses for him to look over, and Baekhyun also lets him know, “We’re in Kris Wu’s party.”
“Kris Wu?” the guy repeats, and Baekhyun notes that he has a rather nice, soothing voice. He flips to a page on the clipboard in his hands and asks, “Can I see the names on your IDs once more?”
Both the girls show him their cards once more, and he looks at them then back to the list.
“You, go ahead in,” he points at Kyungsoo, then pulls back the rope from the VIP entrance door for her to step into.
Baekhyun is about to follow right behind her, but the security guy stops her. “You’re not on the list.”
“What?” Baekhyun demands, annoyance and anger and embarrassment flooding through her as she notes the entire line behind her watching this exchange.
“But she’s Kris’s friend,” Kyungsoo insists as opposed to going on inside even though she’s been let in. “I’m not even the one who knows her, how could I be on the list and she-”
“Sorry,” the security guy shrugs, and Baekhyun is annoyed by the bored careless expression on his face. Even if it is a rather handsome face, despite his ears that kinda stick out too far and his slightly-too big teeth. It still works for him, somehow.
Baekhyun shakes those thoughts from her mind when she says, “I’ll call Kris.” She pulls her phone out of her bag and begins swiping. “I’ll have her talk to you, let you know that-”
The security guy suddenly places a soft hand on Baekhyun’s wrist, stopping her from using her phone. Baekhyun tries to ignore the weirdly warm sensation of his skin against her hand. “I’m just messing around with you.”
“What?” she looks up and see that the security guy has leaned down a bit to be more at eye level with her, despite her sky high heels she has on.
“I was just giving you a hard time.” He removes his hand from hers. “You’re on the list, Ms. Byun. Go on ahead.”
Baekhyun lets out the breath of air she didn’t even know she was holding and steps onto the other side of the rope that he’s holding open for her. “That was mean,” she tells the security guy, pouting, and admittedly flirting just a bit. “I’m gonna have to ask for your name so that I can complain to a manager about you.”
“It’s Chanyeol,” he tells her, smirking just the slightest bit. “And complain away, but I’ll be willing to make it up to you if our paths happen to cross again sometime.”
Baekhyun doesn’t usually get ruffled so easily, but something about his rich voice and confident demeanor has her blushing and letting out a breathy laugh before she immediately turns around and bolts inside, pulling Kyungsoo along with her in hopes on not embarrassing herself any further around the handsome security guy.
Chanyeol’s friends like to refer to her as a ladykiller.
“I mean, honestly, what is it about you that’s literally pulled every single one of us into your trap, hm?” Jongin had asked months ago at Minseok and Luhan’s engagement dinner. “Hell, I didn’t even think I liked girls like that, and then you came along, and now I’m all questioning my sexuality and stuff-”
“It’s that ridiculous tongue of hers,” Luhan answered pointedly, slightly tipsy thanks to the champagne.
“Are you even allowed to talk about another woman’s tongue now that you’re engaged?” Jongdae asked, eyeing Minseok, Luhan’s fiancé wearily.
“No, she’s right,” Minseok agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “I mean, Jesus, if my tongue was able to work the magic that Chanyeol’s could-”
“Aww, your tongue is perfect, though, babe,” Luhan cooed, reaching over and pinching Minseok’s cheeks between her fingers.
Minseok rolled her eyes and removed the fluke from her fiancé’s hand.
“Okay, enough gross cuteness, you sappy lovebirds,” Yixing had begged. “But I think it’s also your aura, Chanyeol. Like, you just exude this cool, casual confidence that draws people in.”
“Plus you’re hot as hell,” Junmyeon threw in, a bit tipsy herself. “Why wouldn’t a girl fall for you.”
Chanyeol just shrugged, not really sure what to say to all that.
“I can’t wait to see which girl it is that finally gets you,” Jongin pondered out loud curiously. “Who’s the one who is finally gonna have the ability to break your heart, Chanyeol, instead of the other way around.”
Chanyeol chuckled and shook her head. “You guys know I don’t do the whole relationship thing. I just really like fucking hot girls.”
“You never know, Chanyeol,” Kris had said, a suspicious glint in her eyes. “If the right girl were to come along, you never know…”
Chanyeol knows of her reputation, and knows what her friends think of her, and knows that she has no right to try and deny them because it’s true. It’s all true. She likes to hook up with pretty girls, draw them in, fuck them, and then leave before the sun rises. She doesn’t do sleepovers after the sex, she doesn’t do girlfriends or relationships, and she most definitely doesn’t do feelings and all that emotional bullshit.
So it was weird, weird and confusing, when she got this funny swoopy feeling in her stomach while in the presence of that Baekhyun chick. Because yeah, she was hot as hell, absolutely gorgeous, but so are the majority of the girls Chanyeol is allowing into the club.
This wasn’t right, it wasn’t normal. Chanyeol was supposed to be the one confusing girls, drawing them in with her masculine charm, only to surprise the ones that don’t immediately know she’s female. It happens more often than not, and she’s okay with that, it adds to the thrill. It usually doesn’t end up making a difference, if the girl is attracted enough to Chanyeol - which is generally the case - she’ll go ahead and hook up with her regardless. So she’s never worried about that.
But all of a sudden she’s wondering - could Baekhyun tell that she was a girl? Because she’d definitely flirted back when Chanyeol played that little entrance denial joke on her earlier in the night. Was Baekhyun into girls? Again, this wasn’t something Chanyeol had ever really worried about, because if a girl wasn’t into girls before they met Chanyeol, they were at least willing to “try it out” once they did.
But what if Baekhyun is the exception? What if she is straight as an ironing board (pertaining entirely to her sexuality, because that girl had curves for days)? What if Baekhyun is the one girl who was so set on dick, that she’d never even consider trying anything with a girl?
The idea of that makes the potential chase a little bit more thrilling. But it also gives Chanyeol a sense of unease, because it is a chase that she really, really doesn’t want to lose.
“The guys here suck,” Baekhyun decides, flopping back down into the booth seat next to Kris after another round of dancing out on the floor.
“What?” Kris replies, craning her head to take a look at the club-goers. “These guys are hot, what are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, I’m just not…I’m not feeling it anymore.” Baekhyun shrugs and takes a careful sip of the drink she’d left, making sure it’s still just Diet Coke. She wanted to not be inebriated in the least when picking out her potential lay, not wanting to end up in a situation where she goes to bed with a ten and wakes up with a three. Nope, she wanted a clear mind for choosing who’d get the privilege of her tonight, and so far, the answer was none of these losers.
Although, she can’t help but think about that one security guy. Chanyeol, he’d said his name was. He was rather tall, and pretty lanky, but in a good way. And he’d looked really nice dressed in his all black uniform, from the black button up to the nice jacket and slacks. And his hair had looked all soft and shiny, and Baekhyun couldn’t help the thought of running her fingers through it when she’d looked at him.
“Since you come here a lot, do you know a lot of the staff?” she asks Kris, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Hmm, yeah, actually I do.” Kris nods. “A couple of the bartenders that are working tonight are actually the ones that introduced me to this place. Sehun and Tao, I don’t know if you met them.”
Baekhyun waves off the names and further inquires, “What about Chanyeol? He was the security guard at the door tonight.”
“Chanyeol?” Kris smirks the slightest. “Chanyeol is…one of a kind, that’s for sure.”
“What do you mean?” Baekhyun tried really hard to not sound so eager for information, but she can’t help but be even more intrigued by Kris’s odd sense of vagueness.
“Well, you see, Chanyeol is actually a-”
“Baekhyun, do you have any condoms?” A stumbling mess of Kyungsoo interrupts, practically falling into Baekhyun’s lap.
“What for?” Baekhyun replies, shoving her to the side and going to work fixing her friend’s smudged makeup for her.
Kyungsoo rolls her eyes. “Well, you see, Baekhyun, condoms are used when two people wanna-”
“I mean, who the fuck are you gonna fuck?” Baekhyun rewords her question, untangling the mess of curls Kyungsoo’s hair had become. The poor girl never ends up in the best condition after a few shots.
“I’ve been dancing and talking with this really cute guy,” she answers, hearts practically shining in her eyes. “I think he said his name was Hyunsik.”
“Aww, I’m sure he’s a very great guy,” Baekhyun says, nodding at Kyungsoo. “But sweetie, you are drunk as fuck and about to vomit all over me, so I’d rather you not leave with some random guy in this state.”
“Baaaaaeeekkk,” Kyungsoo whines, flailing like a little kid. “Don’t block cock me, come on.”
“Block cock?” Kris repeats, chuckling.
“My point exactly,” Baekhyun says. “How about you go give him your number, and maybe he’ll end up texting you in the morning for some good, clean, sober fun.”
Kyungsoo pouts, but gets up to go do what Baekhyun recommended, knowing she wouldn’t be able to convince her friend.
“Damn, she’s a lightweight,” Kris comments as they both keep an eye on Kyungsoo, who’s now over by the bar talking with who they assume is Hyunsik. “I only saw her take, like, a couple shots.”
“That’s why she doesn’t go out much,” Baekhyun replies, then attempts to shift the conversation once more. “So what were you saying about that Chanyeol guy again?”
“Oh yeah, well actually, Chanyeol is-”
“You talking mad shit about me, Kris?”
Baekhyun whips her head over when she hears none other than Chanyeol speaking, having walked over to Kris’s table. He’s standing there, all tall and chill and nonchalant with his hands in his pockets, and Baekhyun hopes the stupid sudden blush on her face isn’t too obvious.
Kris chuckles and shrugs. “It’s not my fault your reputation is the way that it is.”
Baekhyun watches as Chanyeol rolls his eyes, before looking straight at her and asking, “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun lies, nodding her head. “Yeah, this place is great.”
“You’re already off for the night?” Kris asks Chanyeol directing the conversation with him away from Baekhyun once more, and she can’t help but be a little bit annoyed by that.
“Yeah, Shindong took over for me,” Chanyeol explains to her. Baekhyun has the dumb urge to try and direct the attention back to her, but Chanyeol is still speaking only to Kris when he says, “So I’m gonna head home, but Sehun told me you had something for me…?”
“Oh yeah, here.” Kris reaches into her purse and pulls out a pair of sunglasses, handing them to Chanyeol. “Sorry it took me so long to return them.”
“I forgot you even borrowed them,” Chanyeol admits, pocketing them. “Well, I should get going before all the drunk assholes hit the road. Wouldn’t want my mom’s fear of me dying on my motorcycle to come true thanks to not even my motorcycle.”
“You drive a motorcycle?” Baekhyun asks, not wanting him to leave just yet, wanting to be able to talk to him a little bit more, find out just a bit more about him.
“Yeah…do you ride?” Chanyeol asks her curiously.
“I love motorcycles,” Baekhyun straight out lies.
“You can come check mine out, if you want,” Chanyeol offers, nodding his head in the opposite direction.
“Sure,” Baekhyun agrees, trying to make sure she doesn’t seem overtly eager, even though she really, really is. “Uh, let me just let my friend Kyungsoo know-”
“I’ll take care of Kyungsoo,” Kris promises her, smiling sweetly. It’s just a bit off, a bit…suspicious, but Baekhyun forgets it and stands up to join Chanyeol.
Baekhyun follows him through the VIP area, making it to one of the back rooms that she realizes is for employees only. Chanyeol heads over to one of the lockers and opens it, pulling out a helmet and some keys before closing it right back up. “It’s out here,” Chanyeol pushes the back door open, letting Baekhyun step through first before it shuts behind the both of them.
“There she is,” Chanyeol says, walking up to a sleek looking silver and light blue bike.
“Wow,” Baekhyun says, truly impressed. Admittedly, she knows nothing about motorcycles, only knows it’s a Ducati because that name is printed on the side of the bike, but even so it really is a very beautiful motorcycle.
“It’s a 900 SS,” Chanyeol tells her, sounding proud. “I’d loved to have gotten a 999, but they’re just ridiculously expensive.”
“Oh yeah, 999s are amazing,” Baekhyun agrees, nodding seriously.
Chanyeol looks at her and smiles. “What about P-90s? Do you prefer those or are you more of a D-90 sorta girl?”
Shit, Baekhyun hopes she doesn’t answer wrong here. “Oh…P-90s for sure.” She prays that’s the answer Chanyeol was looking for.
Chanyeol nods, looking thoughtful for a moment as he just stares at Baekhyun.
“I mean, which do you like better?” she decides to ask back, feeling too scrutinized under his gaze.
“I mean, if those meant anything in terms of Ducatis, I’d have an answer for you, but…”
It takes Baekhyun a second to realize what Chanyeol is telling her.
“Oh my God,” Baekhyun drops her head into her hands, embarrassed. She should’ve listened to Kyungsoo about the whole not fibbing thing.
“It’s cool,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhuyn looks up to see him shrugging it off. “Even so, you only said that you loved motorcycles, not that you knew anything about them.”
“It is very nice,” Baekhyun admits, nodding. “But yeah, I know nothing about motorcycles.”
“So it was just an excuse to talk to me more then?”
Baekhyun feels herself blush, and damn, no one has ever made her more flustered in her life. A part of her likes it but a part of her also really, really hates it.
“Yeah, it was,” she admits, because she decides fuck it, cool façade be damned, she likes Chanyeol.
“I’m glad,” Chanyeol tells her, giving her this intense stare that makes her insides feel like they’re turning to goo. “Because I wanted to talk to you more too.”
Baekhyun just smiles at that, not really sure what to say, even though she knows she probably should say something.
It’s okay though, because instead, Chanyeol is holding out the motorcycle helmet to her, asking, “Wanna go for a ride?”
Another thing that Chanyeol doesn’t do is take girls back to her apartment. When she fucks, she fucks at the other girl’s place, or in a public restroom or in a car, or anywhere other than her home.
So why she’s pulling her motorcycle into her assigned spot at her apartment complex whilst Baekhyun’s arms are wrapped tightly around her stomach, she’s not entirely sure.
Or maybe she is sure, she just doesn’t want to yet admit the reason to herself.
Baekhyun slowly unwraps her arms from around Chanyeol when she stands her bike into place. Chanyeol climbs off first, then carefully helps Baekhyun off the bike as best she can, but it’s a feat trying to do so and keep the shorter girl decent, considering the heels and tiny, tiny dress she is wearing.
Baekhyun slowly pulls the helmet off her head, then immediately goes to work trying to smooth down her hair.
“You look fine,” Chanyeol assures her, laughing lightly at the concern as she takes the helmet from her.
“Are you sure?” Baekhyun still seems a bit self-conscious.
Chanyeol reaches over to smooth down just one piece of hair that was a little bit skewed, but assures her, “You’re beautiful.”
They both just stand there for a moment, looking at one another, Chanyeol’s fingers are still lightly holding onto that piece of Baekhyun’s hair. She glances at the shorter girl’s mouth, and fuck, she wants to kiss her so badly, and if it were any other girl, she would, but there’s something about this Miss Baekhyun, something that makes her tread the waters much more carefully, because she really, really doesn’t want to fuck this up.
Thankfully, Baekhyun seems to notice that Chanyeol was looking at her lips, and goes ahead and looks at Chanyeol’s as well, and finally Baekhyun makes the move to reach up and wrap her arms around Chanyeol’s neck, gaining the ability to pull her towards herself and press their mouths against one another.
Kissing girls is nice, Chanyeol has always thought kissing girls was really fucking nice, but Jesus, she felt like she could be satisfied doing nothing except kiss Baekhyun for the rest of her life. The shorter girl has lips that are all soft and pliant, and she’s demanding with her kisses but not sloppy. Chanyeol has the hardest time finding it in her to willingly pull away from her, but she has to do so in order to say, “Let’s go inside,” and then lead Baekhyun the way to her apartment.
The second the door shuts behind them, Baekhyun’s lips find their way to Chanyeol’s once more. Her arms stay secured around Chanyeol’s neck, making sure the taller girl remains at her level. The task suddenly proves even more difficult, though, because Baekhyun is pulling Chanyeol down even further towards her, having toed off her heels to leave them at the door.
Chanyeol took that as opportunity to make things easier for both of them. Sliding her hands from where they were rested against Baekhyun’s hips down past her ass, that gorgeous, plump ass, and onto her thighs, grabbing hold of both of them to hitch them over her own hips, causing Baekhyun to yelp in shock as she pushed the other girl against the wall to keep her in place.
Baekhyun moans and gasps, making all these little noises against Chanyeol’s lips that are driving her crazy, knowing that she’s the one causing them. Chanyeol reluctantly detaches their lips from one another, but only cuz she is so curious about the rest of her skin, wants to taste all of Baekhyun. She mouths down Baekhyun’s neck, causing the smaller girl to arch her back off the wall. God, she tastes perfect, and she smells perfect, and she feels perfect, and Chanyeol has never wanted anyone or anything anymore than she does right now in her life. And so it’s hard, so hard, knowing that she is probably deceiving this girl right now, because she is 99% certain Baekhyun thinks she is hooking up with a guy right now. But this intense craving she has for the girl makes it impossible for her to stop, impossible for her to reveal the truth that could potentially mess things up before she gets to do exactly what she wants to do to this girl for at least one night.
“B-bed,” Baekhyun gasps out suddenly, breaking Chanyeol from her overactive thoughts. She immediately complies, making sure Baekhyun is secure in her arms before carrying her the short way back to her bedroom. She lays the shorter girl as gracefully she can down on her bed, the first girl other than herself to even see it. Baekhyun immediately goes back to kissing Chanyeol once more, lips insistent and eager against her own. Chanyeol keeps one of her hands firmly on the bed beside Baekhyun’s hips, holding her up from crushing the girl, but her other one is running up and down Baekhyun’s silky thigh, loving the way she feels Baekhyun’s skin get goosebumps at her touch.
“Ahh, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun all but begs, arching her body once more, trying to get some friction where she most needs it, Chanyeol realizes. She knows he feeling all too well, is absolutely leaking in her own underwear with how wet and turned on she is.
“God, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says, flipping them over so that Baekhyun was now straddled over her hips, looking down at Chanyeol. “I’ve honestly never wanted a girl more than I’ve wanted you in my life.”
Baekhyun inhales a sharp breath, obviously not expecting to hear something like that. And shit, Chanyeol just fucked up, she just ruined everything now, didn’t she? Baekhyun probably now thinks she’s some creepy obsessed psycho and is about to jump off of her and book it the hell out of her apartment.
“Then show me,” Baekhyun says instead, surprising the fuck out of Chanyeol.
But Chanyeol does as she’s askes, immediately going to work pulling Baekhyun’s tiny black dress over her hips where it was already messily bunched, up her stomach and over her head, leaving her kneeling over Chanyeol in just a pair of panties and her bra, this sexy little black and nude lace number. Chanyeol leans up on her elbows bringing her face close to Baekhyun’s skin, breathing in her scent. Then she leans forward just a bit more, softly, so softly, placing kisses up and down the cleavage of Baekhyun’s pillowy breasts. She hears Baekhyun gasp and then notices that the younger girl is now working on unlatching her bra hooks, throwing the garment to the side somewhere on the floor.
Chanyeol just stares in wonder for a moment. And yeah, she’s an ass girl, but that by no means makes her not a boob girl too. Especially since Baekhyun’s are perfect, not too big, but not too small (unlike her own), nice and soft and warm and so Chanyeol can’t help it when her mouth takes one of Baekhyun’s nipples in, circling a few times around the hardened nub.
“Fuck, Chanyeol, /yes/,” Baekhyun groans, steadying herself with her hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders. Chanyeol palms the other one with her hand, massaging it, which she notices causes Baekhyun to start grinding her hips down at. It’s sudden slight panic mode, because Chanyeol clearly does not have the erection inside her pants that Baekhyun is likely hoping to find friction against.
“Ride my face, baby,” Chanyeol decides hastily, laying back down against the bed and looking up at Baekhyun hopefully.
Baekhyun bites her lip, which is stupidly cute to Chanyeol, seeming to think about it for a second before she nods, leaning down once to kiss Chanyeol before she crawls up the bed, resting her knees on either side of the taller girl’s head.
Now, Chanyeol knows how to eat pussy, and girls have never hesitated to let her know that. So she’s never been self-conscious, never been worried about her skills being inadequate.
But laying here now, in between the legs of this gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman, she is for some reason suddenly doubting herself. She so badly wants to be able to convince herself to Baekhyun…of what exactly, she’s not quite sure to be honest. Chanyeol just knows that this isn’t the only night she wants to spend with Baekhyun…she wants her to be more than just the humps and dumps she’s had in the past. And at this point, her tongue might be the thing that makes that a possibility, so it was a bit of pressure on her end, to say the least.
Chanyeol has to stop overanalyzing this shit. Again, she is lying in between the legs of this gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman, and it is about time she begins pleasing her, so she reaches up to push Baekhyun’s small panties to the side and goes to work.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Baekhyun pants out when Chanyeol’s warm, wet tongue licks its way up her entire slit, circling once around her clit before diving back down towards her center.
“Shit, Chanyeol, you’re so fucking good at this,” she admits, wondering briefly if she should have started hooking up with other girls long ago.
It was actually pretty easy for Baekhyun to realize it after pressing her body so close to the other girl’s. And yes, it was a little bit confusing at first, become aware of the fact that she most definitely was hooking up with a girl, but honestly, she didn’t bother to dwell on it too much. It just felt so right the way Chanyeol was touching her and kissing her and driving her wild, and so really her only concern was that she hoped she could figure out how to please her back. Baekhyun assumed it wouldn’t be too hard (hopefully) seeing as she’s a girl, and therefore does indeed have knowledge of what it takes to get a girl off.
As did Chanyeol. Very much so. Her tongue is drawing lazy circles around Baekhyun’s entrance, making the smaller girl unable to stop herself from grinding down a bit into the ministrations.
“Fucking hell, Chanyeol, your fucking tongue,” Baekhyun babbles, a bit hazy with pleasure. She thinks that Chanyeol might have just paused to smirk a bit, but then the moment is over and Chanyeol is back to flicking her tongue gently over Baekhyun’s clit. The shorter girl whimpers and grips tightly at the headboard of the bed, using everything in her not to suffocate the girl below her with her pussy, though she desperately wants to get as close as motherfucking possible.
It’s good, it’s so fucking good, but Baekhyun wants Chanyeol to know that she knows. It takes everything in her power to push up on her knees, forcing Chanyeol’s tongue away from her dripping center. “Baekhyun?” the taller girl asks, and Baekhyun crawls back down her body, straddling her hips instead and leaning down to taste herself on Chanyeol’s lips. Chanyeol seems a little bit confused at first, but soon begins to kiss back, forcing her tongue into Baekhyun’s mouth to feed her her own juices. It’s dirty and filthy, but it’s hot, so hot. She wants to feel more of the other girl’s skin against her own, so Baekhyun starts shoving Chanyeol’s jacket over her shoulders. It’s clear, the way Chanyeol freezes up at this, mouth still against her own and body rigid.
“I wanna see you,” Baekhyun tells her honestly, managing to get the jacket down to Chanyeol’s wrists, and the taller girl quickly recovers, pulling the jacket the rest of the way off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Baekhyun reaches for the first button on Chanyeol’s shirt, but the other girl regains focus and quickly grabs Baekhyun’s wrists, stopping them in place hovering just centimeters above her face.
“I…” Chanyeol says, voice slightly shaky as she looks into Baekhyun’s eyes, worry clear, and she gulps. “I wanna finish what I started first.”
And then Chanyeol is flipping them around, gaining the upper hand once more now that she has Baekhyun trapped between her still-clothed body and the mattress. She still has Baekhyun’s wrists held firmly between her hands, keeping them in place right in between their chests as she leans forward to mold their lips together once more. She licks insistently against Baekhyun’s lower lip, asking her to open up, and the shorter girl has no choice but to comply. But when she does, Chanyeol decides it’s enough of that, moving her mouth down the column of her throat, then taking each of Baekhyun’s wrists into her hands and placing them against the mattress next to her. Chanyeol still hasn’t given her the opportunity to control her hands herself back, but she’s kind of okay with it - actually, she’s really okay with it, because fuck, she’ll let Chanyeol do whatever she wants if it means this talented mouth of hers will continue to do the wonderful things it’s currently doing to her. Baekhyun whines when Chanyeol’s mouth makes its way downwards, kissing softly between her breasts before dipping and swirling a few times around her bellybutton. Baekhyun yelps embarrassingly in response, unable to control anything really at this point. Her body is on fire, quivering and shaking in response to the attention Chanyeol most certainly knows how to give her.
Chanyeol kisses at the skin on her stomach, nibbling softly on a few areas, and then she’s making her way back down to where Baekhyun needs her most. The taller girl squeezes her hands around Baekhyun’s wrists once, telling her to keep them where they’re at even when she releases her. Baekhyun, however, does not have that kind of self-control, and when Chanyeol frees her hands, she is immediately threading them into the girl’s short hair, urging her closer to her throbbing center.
Chanyeol brings her arms to push Baekhyun’s legs further apart, kissing languidly against the flesh of her inner thighs, and it’s so, so good, but Baekhyun is suddenly aware of just how hot, just how riled up she is, and fuck she needs to come, she needs release so badly.
“Chanyeol,” she breathes out, arching up into nothing as the taller girl sucks a hickey into the skin right where her left thigh and labia meet. “Chanyeol, fuck, please.”
Thankfully, Chanyeol obeys, swiftly tugging Baekhyun’s panties down past her hips, onto the floor, and then returning to her place between the shorter girls legs. Chanyeol uses one of her hands to hold Baekhyun open as her mouth places a single soft kiss right onto Baekhyun’s clit. She groans in response, eyes squeezed shut so tightly, removing her hands from Chanyeol’s hair to instead cover her mouth, trying to suppress the humiliating noises she keeps making from filling the room.
Her entire body is tingling, on fire, as Chanyeol leisurely, tantalizingly licks the wet folds of her pussy. “Holy, shit, Chanyeol,” she sobs out, hands returning to her sides to clutch at the sheets, trying to find leverage, trying to keep herself in check. It was proving difficult, oh so difficult though, because Chanyeol had her tongue moving up and down, side to side, not missing an inch before she suddenly had the shorter girls clit sucked into her mouth. “Fucking shit,” Baekhyun gasps in response, not even caring that she’s arching and grinding desperately into Chanyeol’s face now.
Chanyeol’s tongue flicks back and forth over her clit steadily, increasing the pressure building up inside of Baekhyun. “Shit, fuck, don’t stop, Chanyeol,” she begs.
And Chanyeol obliges, continuing the task at hand (tongue), so expertly, perfectly, that it only takes a few more swirls of that sinful tongue around her clit before Baekhyun is coming with a scream of the taller girls name, rocking herself shamelessly into Chanyeol’s face as it crashes over her, white hot pleasure making its way through her entire body. Chanyeol continues lapping at her through her orgasm, tongue slowing down in time with Baekhyun coming down from the high.
Baekhyun’s arched back flattens back against the bed as Chanyeol softly kisses her way back up Baekhyun’s body, her lips finding their way back to the heavily panting girl’s own. Baekhyun kisses her back, feeling the significant amount of her own wetness being smeared around her lips. Chanyeol pulls back and Baekhyun can now see just how red and swollen her lips are, thanks to what it was she was just doing to Baekhyun.
“I…” Baekhyun tries to speak while still regaining her breath. “I don’t think I can do it anywhere nearly as good as you…but I can try…”
Chanyeol looks down at her with knitted eyebrows, clearly a bit puzzled, and Baekhyun takes that moment to reach up and attempt to make work on Chanyeol’s shirt buttons once more. The taller girl realizes what she’s doing and immediately sits back on her knees, pulling herself away from Baekhyun’s curious hands as quickly as possible.
“Baekhyun, wait, I…” Chanyeol runs a nervous hand through her short hair. “Shit, fuck, I don’t know how to…”
Baekhyun sits up on her elbows and watches as Chanyeol has a mini panic attack, clearly not sure how to let the other girl know that she is also, in fact, a girl.
“I mean, admittedly,” Baekhyun says softly, “I’ve never eaten a girl out before…but I think I might do kinda alright if I go off of what you just taught me.”
Chanyeol is staring straight at Baekhyun now, eyes wide in shock.
“It’s hardly fair if I end up being the only one getting off tonight,” Baekhyun continues trying to coax her, biting her lip in what she hopes is a sexy manner.
“Well…” Chanyeol shrugs and gulps and lets out a slightly awkward chuckle. “I kinda already took care of that when I was in between your legs.” She gestures to the unzipped fly on her slacks. “Seeing as I assumed you’d go running for the hills once you found out.”
Baekhyun pouts at that, while simultaneously thinking how hot it is that Chanyeol pleasured herself to the act of pleasuring Baekhyun.
“Next time, then, maybe?” Baekhyun tries cautiously, raising an eyebrow at her.
The small smile that forms on Chanyeol’s lips is not lost on her and the taller girl nods. “Next time.”
Baekhyun smiles and nods back, scooting back a bit on the bed so she could close her legs and turn herself so she was sitting with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. She glances around the floor for her clothes, finding her bra first and rehooking it around her back.
“Oh…are you…leaving?” Chanyeol ask her, sounding small and weary.
“Well, I don’t want to intrude-”
“You wouldn’t be,” Chanyeol says, then clears her throat. “I mean…if you want.” She tried to bring back the cool confidence in her voice with that, but Baekhyun notes the underlying hope in those words.
“Are you sure?” she asks, back still to the other girl, because she wouldn’t want her to see her rejection face if it came to that.
“Yes,” Chanyeol agrees, sounding sure. “It’s late and probably cold out-”
“And you owe me post-sex cuddles,” Baekhyun points out, smiling to herself.
“And I owe you post-sex cuddles,” Chanyeol repeats, sounding relieved.
Baekhyun turns and tugs at the bed sheets next to the pillows she’s sitting close to. She repositions herself so that she can tuck herself under them, lying comfortably on the right side of Chanyeol’s bed. The other girl is still in the same position she left her in, kneeling towards the end of the bed, still basically fully clothed, which Baekhyun thinks is ridiculous.
“Well?” the smaller girl insists, giving Chanyeol a look.
Chanyeol submits, making work to unbutton her shirt and tossing it to the floor, finally revealing her bare torso to Baekhyun, as it would appear she does not wear a bra. And she doesn’t really have to, because her breasts are rather small, but what is there is round and perky, and yes, Chanyeol is indeed a girl, and yes, Baekhyun is indeed okay with that.
She stands up off the bed to wriggle out of her jeans, leaving her in only a pair of batman boxer briefs, which Baekhyun giggles at. Chanyeol climbs under the covers next to Baekhyun wrapping her arms around the shorter girl’s waist and leaning forward to press their lips together sweetly. Baekhyun feels this amazing tingly feeling in her belly, not anything sexual, not anything sensual even, just this nice warm feeling that she thinks is just there to confirm how right it feels to be in Chanyeol’s arms right now.
“Mm, goodnight, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says when she pulls away, only to go in and press one last kiss against her lips.
“Goodnight, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun says, snuggling herself as close as possible in the other girl’s hold.
Chanyeol cracks her eyes open, blinking away the sleep as she adjusts to the light streaming in from her bedroom window. Which is annoying as fuck, and why the fuck is it even happening, considering she never leaves her curtains open.
She dismisses that thought and whips her head to the side, immediately realizing that the other side of the bed is empty. Baekhyun’s not lying there beside her.
Shit, was last night just a dream? Or is this finally just payback for all the girls she’s snuck out in the middle of the night on in the past? She feels like an absolute piece of shit for doing that to all of them now, because this is a bad feeling. This is the worst feeling in the world, waking up alone when you so desperately wanted to be waking up next to the person you fell asleep - or at least thought you fell asleep - next to.
Chanyeol figures she deserves it. Karma and all that. It was stupid of her, to get her hopes up like she did, after Baekhyun (dream Baekhyun?) ended up being totally cool with her, ya know, being a chick and all. That was it, Baekhyun had been too cool with it all, probably just trying to lessen the blow before bolting away from Chanyeol’s pathetic lesbian ass while she was sleeping.
“Chanyeol, are you awake?” she suddenly hears a voice ask quietly, and she bolts up in bed only to see Baekhyun standing cautiously at her bedroom door, wearing none other than her black button up work shirt, slightly large on her petite frame. “Oh good, you’re up…so, uh, I may have accidentally broken your coffee maker because I wasn’t exactly sure where the water was supposed to-”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol breathes out, just staring at her, /there/, right in front of her face.
“Yeah, I’m kinda dumb, sorry,” Baekhyun looks down sheepishly. “But I promise I’ll buy you a new one!”
“Come here,” Chanyeol demands, needing to make sure she’s real.
Baekhyun giggles and fulfils the request, crawling onto the bed and placing a quick kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. “Morning, Chanyeol.”
“Morning, Baekhyun,” she replies, this weird, unusual feeling in her chest. It’s not unpleasant, it’s just nothing she’s felt before, so it’s gonna take some getting used to.
Baekhyun smiles before leaning in for more kissing, causing the feeling in Chanyeol’s chest to intensify. Unfortunately, the moment is ruined by the sudden incessant buzzing coming from her bedside table, indicating an incoming call.
“Answer it,” Baekhyun allows, and Chanyeol doesn’t want to, she just wants to keep kissing this girl forever, but she answers the call, hoping to get rid of this person as soon as possible.
“What?” she says, annoyance clear in her voice.
“Uhm what is this I hear you let a girl go over to your place, and then spend the fucking night there-”
“Bye, Jongin,” Chanyeol says shortly, ending the call, deciding she’ll deal with her later.
Baekhyun laughs once and asks, “What was that all about?”
“Nothing.” Chanyeol presses forward to reclaim Baekhyun’s lips, but the smaller girl stops her.
“Would that call happen to have anything to do with this ‘reputation’ or yours?”
“What?” Chanyeol asks, feeling the blood drain from her face.
“You tell me?” Baekhyun smirks and shrugs. “Kris said something about your reputation…what for, though, I’m not quite sure.”
Chanyeol sighs and her phone buzzes again, but this time it’s shorter, indicating a new text. She glances at the screen, only to see there are actually multiple texts waiting to be checked.
“See for yourself,” she allows, handing her phone over to Baekhyun so she could read what her ridiculous friends had been saying to her.
From: Junmyeon
7:07 am
You brought her back to YOUR place?!!!???
7:08 am
I don’t even think I know where your place is!!
From: Minseok
7:17 am
lol luhan says she’s gonna be sure the bouquets end up with you and Baekhyun when we toss them
From: Luhan
8:12 am
Uhm hello rule number 1, don’t fall for a straight girl, hasn’t orange is the new black taught you anything??
8:14 am
But in reality, you know I wish you nothing but luck, shall I reserve a U-Haul for your guys’ second date?
From: Kris
9:04 am
Can you have Baekhyun call or text her friend Kyungsoo, please? She’s flipping the fuck out.
9:04 am
Oh and gg btw ;)
From: Sehun
9:47 am
Imma be you’re maid of honor right?
From: Tao
9:49 am
DON’T LET SEHUN BE YOUR MAID OF HONOR YOU KNOW THAT IS MY RIGHTFUL POSITION
From: Yixing
9:57 am
Everyone else is all jealous that she’s at your place, I’m just mad that you let her ride your motorcycle before I ever got to :(
From: Jongdae
10:09 am
Our little Chanyeol is growing up :’)
10:10 am
Try not to fuck up what’s probably gonna be a good thing slut face
“So I’m the first girl you’ve ever invited over to your place?” Baekhyun asks, looking serious now, handing Chanyeol’s phone back to her.
For some reason, Chanyeol blushes, but nods to confirm.
“Good.” A small smile rests on Baekhyun’s lips, showing she’s pleased.
“I like you, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol suddenly blurts out, hating what a blundering mess she turns into, especially compared to how suave she normally is with the ladies. “A lot.”
Baekhyun giggles again and bites her lip, and Chanyeol feels the funny chest feeling again. “I like you, too, Chanyeol.”
“So then…I mean, since you apparently broke my coffee maker…can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Baekhyun blushes at the reminder but smiles and nods. “I’d love that,” she answers, then a little wrinkle sets between her eyebrows when she says, “Can I ask what Luhan meant about the U-haul thing?”
Chanyeol chuckles and just tells her, “I have a lot to teach you about the lesbian world…”
a/n: i’m sorry i promise i'll never write lesbian smut again
web counter