drabble things #1
title: notes
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: pg
length: 995w
summary: baekhyun gets (romantically) attacked by paper.
notes: an old tweetfic I tried to save and improve but mind churned this out instead
Baekhyun’s got the best spot in math class, right in the middle row between front and back so he’s close enough to see anything their teacher jots down on the whiteboard, but it’s still very possible for him to zone out from his seat without getting called on.
He usually speeds through any of their assigned homework during their last thirty minutes (silent study is a God-given gift), because it’s not like anyone talks to Baekhyun, well known Gaming Nerd. It’s not like he minds though, because getting the questions done means more PlayStation time once the bell rings. As soon as he gets home, the console is powered up and all that comes out of his room for the next four hours are loud clicking noises of his controller buttons and shouts of, get the fuck up you bastard! and don’t die on me now!.
So he’s more than surprised when he feels something hit his forehead just ten minutes into silent study, and he looks down to see a piece of paper land perfectly between the pages of his open notebook.
His hand comes up to rub at the skin, his bottom lip jutting out as he unfolds the page.
hey there cutie
Baekhyun spins in his chair, glancing around to see if the projectile landed on the wrong desk. It’s not until he makes eye contact with Park Chanyeol sitting across the room, a smirk on his face, that Baekhyun’s eyes grow wide.
Because not only is Park Chanyeol grinning at him, but Park Chanyeol is grinning at him.
Baekhyun grimaces, balling up the paper and leaving it on the side of his desk. Despite the popularity status he holds, Chanyeol is not someone Baekhyun wants to associate with. He might have been Baekhyun’s crush all the way back in seventh grade, but he is a junior now. That was four years ago, and of course Baekhyun doesn’t have any lingering feelings. Of course.
It’s not even a minute later when another note lands near the first, with what’s wrong cutie :( scrawled on it. Baekhyun balls that one up too.
It takes Chanyeol six more tries until Baekhyun finally scribbles a reply and chucks it with the best aim he can manage in that general direction when their teacher isn’t looking.
leave me alone.
Chanyeol grins and sends him another reply.
sorry but you’re too hard to resist
It’s a huge sigh of relief when the bell rings and Baekhyun huffs, shoving the last note between pages of his notebook mistakenly and leaving the class as quickly as possible. He’s in the middle of calculating just how much playing time of DotA he’s going to have to cut to finish the questions he didn’t get to (fifteen whole minutes), when an arm curls around his shoulder.
“What’s up, cutie?”
Baekhyun pushes Chanyeol off with a look of disgust, holding his books tighter to his chest as he scurries down the hallway.
His getaway is soon halted when Chanyeol grabs him by the elbow, dragging him out of the crowd’s way and closer to the lockers.
“What do you want?” Baekhyun glares.
“To talk to you, cutie,” Chanyeol says, a trademark smirk gleaming on his face.
Baekhyun narrows his eyes at him, “Stop playing around.”
“Okay, okay,” Chanyeol says, hands held up in mock surrender, before there’s that subtle twinkle in his eyes and his voice lowers, “Go out with me.”
It’s more of a splutter than an acceptable response when Baekhyun stammers out a very frantic-sounding, “What?!”
“One date, that’s all I’m asking.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Chanyeol holds three fingers up in Scout’s honour, “As serious as the Plague.”
Baekhyun glowers, not sure what to say, when a ringtone coming from the younger's pocket interrupts and he takes the chance to escape, leaving Chanyeol standing there looking the very picture of confused when he looks back up after silencing his phone.
It’s only to be expected that Park Chanyeol doesn't take no for an answer, let alone no reply at all.
Baekhyun gets to school the next day, eyes darting to the papers stuck to every other locker spelling out cutie please date me! There are murmurs through the corridors, and despite the fact that the identity of 'Cutie' is unknown, Baekhyun colours, bowing his head and quickening his pace to his own locker.
He fumbles at his lock, trying to avoid looking at the large E in front of his face, when Chanyeol suddenly appears by his side and Baekhyun nearly jumps three feet in the air.
“What do you want?” Baekhyun hisses.
Chanyeol shrugs, “I already told you. All you have to do is say yes.”
“No thanks.”
Chanyeol pretends to mull over the answer before saying, “Fine,” and Baekhyun naively thinks that’s the end of that. He lets out the breath he was holding before he hears Chanyeol’s voice again.
Except it’s louder. Much louder.
He spins to see the younger, speakerphone in hand at the end of the corridor, and Baekhyun knows this isn’t going to be good.
“Byun Baekhyun,” Chanyeol takes a pause for effect, “also known as Cutie, will you go ou-hmmffh!”
“Yes, fine! Just shut up, Jesus Christ.” Baekhyun says between gritted teeth, hand covering Chanyeol’s mouth. He’s amazed at the speed at which he booked it down the corridor to be honest. “This Friday, at seven.” He adds a, “Don’t be late,” before releasing his hand and spinning on his heel to storm off down the hall.
Baekhyun doesn’t need to turn back around to know Chanyeol’s got a fist pumped in the air, a huge smile carved on his face when he hears, “Yes!” really loudly.
Baekhyun knows he’s getting some stares, and the level of embarrassment is pretty high, but that doesn’t stop the involuntary blush from spreading across his cheeks.
He has a date with Park Chanyeol. And it’s only three days away.
//
title: subway
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: pg
length: 994w
summary: where morning commutes aren't exactly meant for early am pick ups
notes: might expand on this au idk ((inspired heavily by a the mindy project episode))
Baekhyun adjusts himself on the train seat, flipping through pages of the meeting briefing. He raises a hand to cover his impending yawn, eyes squeezing shut as he does so.
He barely registers the announcement for the station until the doors are opening and he quickly puts away his papers into his bag, hauling himself out of the seat by the pole.
It’s just his luck when this six-foot-something teenager is lugging a cello case onto the train that seems almost bigger than Baekhyun himself, and right before he can squeeze through the very considerate two inches of space remaining to get past, the doors slide shut and Baekhyun watches with a very dejected look as the train lurches into motion and his stop passes by. The kid doesn’t even seem to notice that he just completely barred Baekhyun from getting off, and his infuriation rises considerably.
His morning already consisted of one broken toaster, some very questionable milk that may or may not have gone off, and his Won’t Ever Stop Talking Neighbour who he unfortunately had to spend the entire nine flights of elevator ride with on his way out.
He didn’t exactly need a fourth strike to make this morning Even More Sucky.
“Hey,” Baekhyun starts, walking around and grabbing onto the pole to steady himself before facing the teenager, “you’re supposed to let passengers off first before you get on with your huge weird instrument.”
“Sorry, you looked like you were reading your stuffy papers,” he shrugs, and Baekhyun spies a slightly visible neck tattoo peeking out from under his sweatshirt as he adjusts the hood pulled over his head.
“Excuse me for reading some important documents on my way to work,” Baekhyun defends, turning his head away to glance up at the train station map plastered above the seats.
“Okay, so just get off at the next stop,” he says, shifting his cello case ever so slightly.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes, “Yeah, at the busiest station on the line, so thank you so much for adding that to my morning.” His gaze drops to the instrument, and he lifts a hand to knock on the hard plastic, “You don’t even look like you play cello.”
“I’m a music student down at the performing university,” the kid explains, and Baekhyun’s eyebrows lift slightly in surprise. That university doesn't take just anyone, and this kid definitely did look like... anyone.
“… Seriously?”
The kid grins, and Baekhyun almost misses the tongue piercing until a flash of metal hits his eyes. He watches as the teenager gives him a once-over, eyes narrowed in an appraising look.
“And what exactly do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer,” Baekhyun says proudly, puffing his chest out subconsciously, as he gives him a complacent smile.
“Really? With the way you dress I thought you were a kindergarten teacher.”
Baekhyun glances down at his clothes, frowning slightly at the cardigan thrown over his grey checked dress shirt and purple tie. He left his blazer in the office, rendering its constant trip back and forth on the subway with him pointless ever since it became dress code to wear one every day. “There is nothing wrong with a little colour,” he defends, “Or does your wardrobe only consist of black?”
“Freedom of choice,” he shrugs again, as if that explains everything. “Let’s see your card.”
“Oh my God,” Baekhyun shakes his head, “because you don’t believe me.” He fishes into his pocket for his wallet, thumbing out his business card before handing it over, “Happy now?”
The teenager smirks, holding it at arms length as he reads out loud, “Byun Baekhyun, Company Lawyer for Kim Corporation.” Baekhyun nods, the look on his face the very depiction of I Told You So.
“Cute card,” the teenager comments, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Cuter lawyer.”
Whoa, what?
“Excuse me?” Baekhyun’s head whirls around to see the male grinning at him, and he has to shake himself out of his momentary stupor.
The kid shrugs, “Can I call you sometime?”
“So I can help you with your homework?” Baekhyun retorts. It’s not everyday a kid practically two-thirds his age asks him out.
“For a date,” he clarifies, “and I am in college. Perfectly legal and definitely all, grown, up.” He winks, and Baekhyun colours on the spot at the underlying innuendo.
“You’re a teenager,” Baekhyun blatantly points out.
“And you look like one, why does that matter?”
Baekhyun shoots him a glare, but all heat to it is lost when he looks at those large eyes, and he has to shake himself out of his momentary stupor, “I am too old for you, so no you cannot.”
“I don't think you can stop me though,” he flips the card between his fingers, “considering I still have this. It’s just a date, what’s going to happen?”
Baekhyun thinks over it, because a lot of his thoughts are bordering on sinful things he doesn't dare repeat. The teenager isn’t bad looking, quite attractive to be honest. And Baekhyun definitely would go for it. If he were ten years younger.
He splutters a bit, trying to find the right words to turn the kid down again, but then the train slows to a halt and the teenager looks over his shoulder, “This is your stop.”
Baekhyun glances down at his watch, muttering a quiet shit under his breath because he really needs to start heading back in the right direction, and he finds his feet automatically moving towards the doors. “Just-” He begins, pausing right before passing by, “call after noon.”
The teenager grins and Baekhyun shuffles out the door, cheeks and ear tips turning red before turning back when he hears his name.
“I’ll call you soon, Byun Baekhyun.”
The image of the tall music student smirking with deep dimples and large ears burns in Baekhyun’s mind until lunchtime, when the phone rings and a certain familiar voice comes over the line.
//
title: distractions
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: nc17
length: 1.3k
summary: pwp
notes: written over a twitter dm convo for a friend; tried to edit and failed sorry
Baekhyun is typing out a reply to his mother’s email when he feels Chanyeol’s arms come around his waist. He can barely get out a, “What are you doing?” before he’s being pulled away from the computer mid-sentence, yelling at a grinning Chanyeol to put him down.
“Nope! You’ve been stuck on the computer all day,” Chanyeol complains as he shifts Baekhyun in his arms and carries him bent over his shoulder. “Now you have to play with me,” Chanyeol laughs and throws Baekhyun on the bed, who immediately tries to get off and head back to his desk.
Chanyeol smirks, quickly grabbing his wrists and holding them up above his head to restrain him from moving any further, “Don’t be naughty, Baek.”
“Chanyeol, let go! I need to reply to this email!” Baekhyun glares at the younger, still squirming on the mattress in his stronghold.
Chanyeol just grins again and shakes his head, and Baekhyun would probably knee him in the balls if it weren’t for that godforsaken puppy look on his face. He lets him pull his shirt up, bunching it at his underarms to reveal his pert nipples. Chanyeol leans down and goes to lick at the bud, eliciting a squeak of stop, Yeol!, because Baekhyun’s getting more sensitive to every touch, but Chanyeol ignores him.
He lets his tongue circle Baekhyun’s nipple, before his mouth latches on and he softly sucks. Baekhyun starts to moan, the both of them knowing he’s practically given in with how his hands automatically come up to play with the soft end strands of Chanyeol’s hair. The younger shifts up, leaning down to kiss his lips with a cheeky grin, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes before cupping his face, murmuring an I hate you, asshole, but he opens his mouth anyways to let Chanyeol lick into it.
It’s not long after when Baekhyun shifts to sit on his knees, grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head as he leans forward onto his elbows so his ass juts out. His hands quickly come to undo Chanyeol’s belt and he pulls the jeans down over his ass and down his thighs. Chanyeol helps assist, kicking them off somewhere behind them because clothes aren’t necessary at the moment.
Baekhyun can feel Chanyeol’s semi at this point, and he laughs because all they’ve done is kiss (with some fondling).
“This hard already?” Baekhyun teases, and goes to mouth at Chanyeol’s cock through his boxers without waiting for a reply. The younger lets out a loud moan and he grips onto the sheets, one hand fisting in the curls of Baekhyun’s hair as he threads his fingers through.
Baekhyun grins eagerly and pulls Chanyeol’s boxers down, letting his cock stand hot and erect between his legs. He licks softly at the tip, flicking his eyes up at him with a sly smirk on his face. Chanyeol growls out a breathless stop fucking teasing, Baek, and the elder complies, bending further down and taking all of his cock in.
He starts sucking hard and Chanyeol can’t help but buck up, causing Baekhyun to glower and physically hold his hips down, all the while sucking deeper. Chanyeol lightens his hold in Baekhyun’s hair and breathes out a fuck, Baek, as he feels him hollow his cheeks.
Baekhyun is painfully hard listening to Chanyeol’s moans, and gives one last bob of the head before pulling away from his red and glistening dick.
“Fucking hell, Baek,” Chanyeol flips Baekhyun onto his back, ripping his pants and boxers off with as much speed as possible.
The two of them don’t dally, Baekhyun already spreading his legs wide with how turned on he is, and Chanyeol grabs the lube from the nightstand, opening the cap and drizzling the liquid onto his fingers.
Baekhyun huffs a hurry the fuck up, to which Chanyeol responds to with a slap to his ass and a firm be patient.
He rubs at Baekhyun’s entrance with three fingers, coating it with lube before pressing his middle finger in slowly. Baekhyun arches his back, digging his nails into the sheets as Chanyeol continues to pump his finger in and out. He works him open quickly, two fingers already stretching him open as he scissors his digits. There’s a grin on his face as the whimpers and curses the elder is spewing hit his ear, and Chanyeol slips the third finger in.
He’s going painfully slow that Baekhyun tries grinding himself on Chanyeol’s hand, but then he pulls away and starts to lube up his dick, causing Baekhyun to let out a mewl of disappointment as he clutches onto the sheets. He’s so eager to be filled, and despite his threats of abstaining from sex for a week, Chanyeol isn’t going any faster.
It’s all too sudden when Baekhyun feels the head of Chanyeol’s cock at his rim and he pushes in, letting his palms splay flat out on the bed next to Baekhyun’s head. They leave little room for adjustment, considering how badly Baekhyun wants it, and he starts to pull out before thrusting in, letting his hips buck in as Baekhyun’s hands come up around Chanyeol’s neck.
The younger ruts forward, leaning down to seal their mouths in a dirty open-mouthed kiss as his speed picks up. He fucks into him harder, and Baekhyun lets out a series of moans, dropping his head forward as his grip tightens around his neck.
There’s a constant flow of whines of fuck, Yeol and go fucking harder-faster! and Chanyeol submits, pistoning with greater force and speed into his boyfriend.
His hand comes up to palm Baekhyun’s cock and he starts jerking him off furiously at the same rate as he’s fucking him, his thumb circling over the tip as he rubs his precome all over the head, and it’s only when he digs into the slit does Baekhyun come without warning.
Chanyeol continues to fist his cock, letting his release drip down his hand until Baekhyun’s breathless and raises a hand to weakly push at Chanyeol’s chest in efforts to get him to stop.
He stills in Baekhyun, wiping two fingers across the come on Baekhyun’s chest, before slyly grinning and pressing them to his lips. It’s an incredible turn on when Baekhyun opens his mouth and sucks hard, tasting himself on Chanyeol’s fingers. He looks up at him through his eyelashes, his demeanor coy and bashful, and Chanyeol wants nothing more than to wreck him even more.
He leans down to lick across his lips before gripping tight onto Baekhyun’s thighs and spreading his legs wider. He rolls his hips slowly, picking up his pace as he chases after his orgasm. He snaps his hips forward, and Baekhyun pulls him down before he bites down on his bottom lip and tugs, and Chanyeol comes, a loud fuck filling the room.
He continues to fuck his come into Baekhyun, milking himself dry before pulling out. The sight of his release leaking out of Baekhyun and dripping onto the sheets manages to make his cock twitch, and Baekhyun notices, sending him a knowing glance.
Despite how sated he is, and how substantial his chest is rising and falling, he immediately goes onto his knees again, darting his tongue out to lick Chanyeol’s come off his cock.
“Fuck, Baek,” Chanyeol breathes, and Baekhyun grins, come-coated and swollen lips pressing against Chanyeol’s.
It's in that moment of distraction that Baekhyun darts off the bed, grabbing a random piece of clothing off the floor to wipe at his ass as he makes his way back to the desk.
“What th-Baek! That’s my shirt!” Chanyeol yells, rolling off the bed to pick it up, a small pout on his face.
“I have to finish my email, Chanyeol. No more disturbances.” Baekhyun says, typing away at the keyboard in just the sweats he pulled back on seconds ago.
He proceeds to ignore Chanyeol for the rest of the email (the younger is effectively whining about how he wants to cuddle and fuck him again because once wasn't enough) before finally giving in and going for a second round against the desk once the Send button is clicked.
//
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: pg
length: 995w
summary: baekhyun gets (romantically) attacked by paper.
notes: an old tweetfic I tried to save and improve but mind churned this out instead
Baekhyun’s got the best spot in math class, right in the middle row between front and back so he’s close enough to see anything their teacher jots down on the whiteboard, but it’s still very possible for him to zone out from his seat without getting called on.
He usually speeds through any of their assigned homework during their last thirty minutes (silent study is a God-given gift), because it’s not like anyone talks to Baekhyun, well known Gaming Nerd. It’s not like he minds though, because getting the questions done means more PlayStation time once the bell rings. As soon as he gets home, the console is powered up and all that comes out of his room for the next four hours are loud clicking noises of his controller buttons and shouts of, get the fuck up you bastard! and don’t die on me now!.
So he’s more than surprised when he feels something hit his forehead just ten minutes into silent study, and he looks down to see a piece of paper land perfectly between the pages of his open notebook.
His hand comes up to rub at the skin, his bottom lip jutting out as he unfolds the page.
hey there cutie
Baekhyun spins in his chair, glancing around to see if the projectile landed on the wrong desk. It’s not until he makes eye contact with Park Chanyeol sitting across the room, a smirk on his face, that Baekhyun’s eyes grow wide.
Because not only is Park Chanyeol grinning at him, but Park Chanyeol is grinning at him.
Baekhyun grimaces, balling up the paper and leaving it on the side of his desk. Despite the popularity status he holds, Chanyeol is not someone Baekhyun wants to associate with. He might have been Baekhyun’s crush all the way back in seventh grade, but he is a junior now. That was four years ago, and of course Baekhyun doesn’t have any lingering feelings. Of course.
It’s not even a minute later when another note lands near the first, with what’s wrong cutie :( scrawled on it. Baekhyun balls that one up too.
It takes Chanyeol six more tries until Baekhyun finally scribbles a reply and chucks it with the best aim he can manage in that general direction when their teacher isn’t looking.
leave me alone.
Chanyeol grins and sends him another reply.
sorry but you’re too hard to resist
It’s a huge sigh of relief when the bell rings and Baekhyun huffs, shoving the last note between pages of his notebook mistakenly and leaving the class as quickly as possible. He’s in the middle of calculating just how much playing time of DotA he’s going to have to cut to finish the questions he didn’t get to (fifteen whole minutes), when an arm curls around his shoulder.
“What’s up, cutie?”
Baekhyun pushes Chanyeol off with a look of disgust, holding his books tighter to his chest as he scurries down the hallway.
His getaway is soon halted when Chanyeol grabs him by the elbow, dragging him out of the crowd’s way and closer to the lockers.
“What do you want?” Baekhyun glares.
“To talk to you, cutie,” Chanyeol says, a trademark smirk gleaming on his face.
Baekhyun narrows his eyes at him, “Stop playing around.”
“Okay, okay,” Chanyeol says, hands held up in mock surrender, before there’s that subtle twinkle in his eyes and his voice lowers, “Go out with me.”
It’s more of a splutter than an acceptable response when Baekhyun stammers out a very frantic-sounding, “What?!”
“One date, that’s all I’m asking.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Chanyeol holds three fingers up in Scout’s honour, “As serious as the Plague.”
Baekhyun glowers, not sure what to say, when a ringtone coming from the younger's pocket interrupts and he takes the chance to escape, leaving Chanyeol standing there looking the very picture of confused when he looks back up after silencing his phone.
It’s only to be expected that Park Chanyeol doesn't take no for an answer, let alone no reply at all.
Baekhyun gets to school the next day, eyes darting to the papers stuck to every other locker spelling out cutie please date me! There are murmurs through the corridors, and despite the fact that the identity of 'Cutie' is unknown, Baekhyun colours, bowing his head and quickening his pace to his own locker.
He fumbles at his lock, trying to avoid looking at the large E in front of his face, when Chanyeol suddenly appears by his side and Baekhyun nearly jumps three feet in the air.
“What do you want?” Baekhyun hisses.
Chanyeol shrugs, “I already told you. All you have to do is say yes.”
“No thanks.”
Chanyeol pretends to mull over the answer before saying, “Fine,” and Baekhyun naively thinks that’s the end of that. He lets out the breath he was holding before he hears Chanyeol’s voice again.
Except it’s louder. Much louder.
He spins to see the younger, speakerphone in hand at the end of the corridor, and Baekhyun knows this isn’t going to be good.
“Byun Baekhyun,” Chanyeol takes a pause for effect, “also known as Cutie, will you go ou-hmmffh!”
“Yes, fine! Just shut up, Jesus Christ.” Baekhyun says between gritted teeth, hand covering Chanyeol’s mouth. He’s amazed at the speed at which he booked it down the corridor to be honest. “This Friday, at seven.” He adds a, “Don’t be late,” before releasing his hand and spinning on his heel to storm off down the hall.
Baekhyun doesn’t need to turn back around to know Chanyeol’s got a fist pumped in the air, a huge smile carved on his face when he hears, “Yes!” really loudly.
Baekhyun knows he’s getting some stares, and the level of embarrassment is pretty high, but that doesn’t stop the involuntary blush from spreading across his cheeks.
He has a date with Park Chanyeol. And it’s only three days away.
//
title: subway
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: pg
length: 994w
summary: where morning commutes aren't exactly meant for early am pick ups
notes: might expand on this au idk ((inspired heavily by a the mindy project episode))
Baekhyun adjusts himself on the train seat, flipping through pages of the meeting briefing. He raises a hand to cover his impending yawn, eyes squeezing shut as he does so.
He barely registers the announcement for the station until the doors are opening and he quickly puts away his papers into his bag, hauling himself out of the seat by the pole.
It’s just his luck when this six-foot-something teenager is lugging a cello case onto the train that seems almost bigger than Baekhyun himself, and right before he can squeeze through the very considerate two inches of space remaining to get past, the doors slide shut and Baekhyun watches with a very dejected look as the train lurches into motion and his stop passes by. The kid doesn’t even seem to notice that he just completely barred Baekhyun from getting off, and his infuriation rises considerably.
His morning already consisted of one broken toaster, some very questionable milk that may or may not have gone off, and his Won’t Ever Stop Talking Neighbour who he unfortunately had to spend the entire nine flights of elevator ride with on his way out.
He didn’t exactly need a fourth strike to make this morning Even More Sucky.
“Hey,” Baekhyun starts, walking around and grabbing onto the pole to steady himself before facing the teenager, “you’re supposed to let passengers off first before you get on with your huge weird instrument.”
“Sorry, you looked like you were reading your stuffy papers,” he shrugs, and Baekhyun spies a slightly visible neck tattoo peeking out from under his sweatshirt as he adjusts the hood pulled over his head.
“Excuse me for reading some important documents on my way to work,” Baekhyun defends, turning his head away to glance up at the train station map plastered above the seats.
“Okay, so just get off at the next stop,” he says, shifting his cello case ever so slightly.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes, “Yeah, at the busiest station on the line, so thank you so much for adding that to my morning.” His gaze drops to the instrument, and he lifts a hand to knock on the hard plastic, “You don’t even look like you play cello.”
“I’m a music student down at the performing university,” the kid explains, and Baekhyun’s eyebrows lift slightly in surprise. That university doesn't take just anyone, and this kid definitely did look like... anyone.
“… Seriously?”
The kid grins, and Baekhyun almost misses the tongue piercing until a flash of metal hits his eyes. He watches as the teenager gives him a once-over, eyes narrowed in an appraising look.
“And what exactly do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer,” Baekhyun says proudly, puffing his chest out subconsciously, as he gives him a complacent smile.
“Really? With the way you dress I thought you were a kindergarten teacher.”
Baekhyun glances down at his clothes, frowning slightly at the cardigan thrown over his grey checked dress shirt and purple tie. He left his blazer in the office, rendering its constant trip back and forth on the subway with him pointless ever since it became dress code to wear one every day. “There is nothing wrong with a little colour,” he defends, “Or does your wardrobe only consist of black?”
“Freedom of choice,” he shrugs again, as if that explains everything. “Let’s see your card.”
“Oh my God,” Baekhyun shakes his head, “because you don’t believe me.” He fishes into his pocket for his wallet, thumbing out his business card before handing it over, “Happy now?”
The teenager smirks, holding it at arms length as he reads out loud, “Byun Baekhyun, Company Lawyer for Kim Corporation.” Baekhyun nods, the look on his face the very depiction of I Told You So.
“Cute card,” the teenager comments, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Cuter lawyer.”
Whoa, what?
“Excuse me?” Baekhyun’s head whirls around to see the male grinning at him, and he has to shake himself out of his momentary stupor.
The kid shrugs, “Can I call you sometime?”
“So I can help you with your homework?” Baekhyun retorts. It’s not everyday a kid practically two-thirds his age asks him out.
“For a date,” he clarifies, “and I am in college. Perfectly legal and definitely all, grown, up.” He winks, and Baekhyun colours on the spot at the underlying innuendo.
“You’re a teenager,” Baekhyun blatantly points out.
“And you look like one, why does that matter?”
Baekhyun shoots him a glare, but all heat to it is lost when he looks at those large eyes, and he has to shake himself out of his momentary stupor, “I am too old for you, so no you cannot.”
“I don't think you can stop me though,” he flips the card between his fingers, “considering I still have this. It’s just a date, what’s going to happen?”
Baekhyun thinks over it, because a lot of his thoughts are bordering on sinful things he doesn't dare repeat. The teenager isn’t bad looking, quite attractive to be honest. And Baekhyun definitely would go for it. If he were ten years younger.
He splutters a bit, trying to find the right words to turn the kid down again, but then the train slows to a halt and the teenager looks over his shoulder, “This is your stop.”
Baekhyun glances down at his watch, muttering a quiet shit under his breath because he really needs to start heading back in the right direction, and he finds his feet automatically moving towards the doors. “Just-” He begins, pausing right before passing by, “call after noon.”
The teenager grins and Baekhyun shuffles out the door, cheeks and ear tips turning red before turning back when he hears his name.
“I’ll call you soon, Byun Baekhyun.”
The image of the tall music student smirking with deep dimples and large ears burns in Baekhyun’s mind until lunchtime, when the phone rings and a certain familiar voice comes over the line.
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title: distractions
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: nc17
length: 1.3k
summary: pwp
notes: written over a twitter dm convo for a friend; tried to edit and failed sorry
Baekhyun is typing out a reply to his mother’s email when he feels Chanyeol’s arms come around his waist. He can barely get out a, “What are you doing?” before he’s being pulled away from the computer mid-sentence, yelling at a grinning Chanyeol to put him down.
“Nope! You’ve been stuck on the computer all day,” Chanyeol complains as he shifts Baekhyun in his arms and carries him bent over his shoulder. “Now you have to play with me,” Chanyeol laughs and throws Baekhyun on the bed, who immediately tries to get off and head back to his desk.
Chanyeol smirks, quickly grabbing his wrists and holding them up above his head to restrain him from moving any further, “Don’t be naughty, Baek.”
“Chanyeol, let go! I need to reply to this email!” Baekhyun glares at the younger, still squirming on the mattress in his stronghold.
Chanyeol just grins again and shakes his head, and Baekhyun would probably knee him in the balls if it weren’t for that godforsaken puppy look on his face. He lets him pull his shirt up, bunching it at his underarms to reveal his pert nipples. Chanyeol leans down and goes to lick at the bud, eliciting a squeak of stop, Yeol!, because Baekhyun’s getting more sensitive to every touch, but Chanyeol ignores him.
He lets his tongue circle Baekhyun’s nipple, before his mouth latches on and he softly sucks. Baekhyun starts to moan, the both of them knowing he’s practically given in with how his hands automatically come up to play with the soft end strands of Chanyeol’s hair. The younger shifts up, leaning down to kiss his lips with a cheeky grin, and Baekhyun rolls his eyes before cupping his face, murmuring an I hate you, asshole, but he opens his mouth anyways to let Chanyeol lick into it.
It’s not long after when Baekhyun shifts to sit on his knees, grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head as he leans forward onto his elbows so his ass juts out. His hands quickly come to undo Chanyeol’s belt and he pulls the jeans down over his ass and down his thighs. Chanyeol helps assist, kicking them off somewhere behind them because clothes aren’t necessary at the moment.
Baekhyun can feel Chanyeol’s semi at this point, and he laughs because all they’ve done is kiss (with some fondling).
“This hard already?” Baekhyun teases, and goes to mouth at Chanyeol’s cock through his boxers without waiting for a reply. The younger lets out a loud moan and he grips onto the sheets, one hand fisting in the curls of Baekhyun’s hair as he threads his fingers through.
Baekhyun grins eagerly and pulls Chanyeol’s boxers down, letting his cock stand hot and erect between his legs. He licks softly at the tip, flicking his eyes up at him with a sly smirk on his face. Chanyeol growls out a breathless stop fucking teasing, Baek, and the elder complies, bending further down and taking all of his cock in.
He starts sucking hard and Chanyeol can’t help but buck up, causing Baekhyun to glower and physically hold his hips down, all the while sucking deeper. Chanyeol lightens his hold in Baekhyun’s hair and breathes out a fuck, Baek, as he feels him hollow his cheeks.
Baekhyun is painfully hard listening to Chanyeol’s moans, and gives one last bob of the head before pulling away from his red and glistening dick.
“Fucking hell, Baek,” Chanyeol flips Baekhyun onto his back, ripping his pants and boxers off with as much speed as possible.
The two of them don’t dally, Baekhyun already spreading his legs wide with how turned on he is, and Chanyeol grabs the lube from the nightstand, opening the cap and drizzling the liquid onto his fingers.
Baekhyun huffs a hurry the fuck up, to which Chanyeol responds to with a slap to his ass and a firm be patient.
He rubs at Baekhyun’s entrance with three fingers, coating it with lube before pressing his middle finger in slowly. Baekhyun arches his back, digging his nails into the sheets as Chanyeol continues to pump his finger in and out. He works him open quickly, two fingers already stretching him open as he scissors his digits. There’s a grin on his face as the whimpers and curses the elder is spewing hit his ear, and Chanyeol slips the third finger in.
He’s going painfully slow that Baekhyun tries grinding himself on Chanyeol’s hand, but then he pulls away and starts to lube up his dick, causing Baekhyun to let out a mewl of disappointment as he clutches onto the sheets. He’s so eager to be filled, and despite his threats of abstaining from sex for a week, Chanyeol isn’t going any faster.
It’s all too sudden when Baekhyun feels the head of Chanyeol’s cock at his rim and he pushes in, letting his palms splay flat out on the bed next to Baekhyun’s head. They leave little room for adjustment, considering how badly Baekhyun wants it, and he starts to pull out before thrusting in, letting his hips buck in as Baekhyun’s hands come up around Chanyeol’s neck.
The younger ruts forward, leaning down to seal their mouths in a dirty open-mouthed kiss as his speed picks up. He fucks into him harder, and Baekhyun lets out a series of moans, dropping his head forward as his grip tightens around his neck.
There’s a constant flow of whines of fuck, Yeol and go fucking harder-faster! and Chanyeol submits, pistoning with greater force and speed into his boyfriend.
His hand comes up to palm Baekhyun’s cock and he starts jerking him off furiously at the same rate as he’s fucking him, his thumb circling over the tip as he rubs his precome all over the head, and it’s only when he digs into the slit does Baekhyun come without warning.
Chanyeol continues to fist his cock, letting his release drip down his hand until Baekhyun’s breathless and raises a hand to weakly push at Chanyeol’s chest in efforts to get him to stop.
He stills in Baekhyun, wiping two fingers across the come on Baekhyun’s chest, before slyly grinning and pressing them to his lips. It’s an incredible turn on when Baekhyun opens his mouth and sucks hard, tasting himself on Chanyeol’s fingers. He looks up at him through his eyelashes, his demeanor coy and bashful, and Chanyeol wants nothing more than to wreck him even more.
He leans down to lick across his lips before gripping tight onto Baekhyun’s thighs and spreading his legs wider. He rolls his hips slowly, picking up his pace as he chases after his orgasm. He snaps his hips forward, and Baekhyun pulls him down before he bites down on his bottom lip and tugs, and Chanyeol comes, a loud fuck filling the room.
He continues to fuck his come into Baekhyun, milking himself dry before pulling out. The sight of his release leaking out of Baekhyun and dripping onto the sheets manages to make his cock twitch, and Baekhyun notices, sending him a knowing glance.
Despite how sated he is, and how substantial his chest is rising and falling, he immediately goes onto his knees again, darting his tongue out to lick Chanyeol’s come off his cock.
“Fuck, Baek,” Chanyeol breathes, and Baekhyun grins, come-coated and swollen lips pressing against Chanyeol’s.
It's in that moment of distraction that Baekhyun darts off the bed, grabbing a random piece of clothing off the floor to wipe at his ass as he makes his way back to the desk.
“What th-Baek! That’s my shirt!” Chanyeol yells, rolling off the bed to pick it up, a small pout on his face.
“I have to finish my email, Chanyeol. No more disturbances.” Baekhyun says, typing away at the keyboard in just the sweats he pulled back on seconds ago.
He proceeds to ignore Chanyeol for the rest of the email (the younger is effectively whining about how he wants to cuddle and fuck him again because once wasn't enough) before finally giving in and going for a second round against the desk once the Send button is clicked.
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