oh, he got me
title: oh, he got me
pairing/s: baekhyun/chanyeol (feat baekhyun's belt)
genre: canon??????
length: 1,346 wc
rating: r, d for dumb
warning/s: too much mention of hips, mild sexual content (lol) heartbreakingly unbetaed, also im a troll
summary: chanyeol thinks baekhyun's hip thrust looks stupid. there are consequences.
an: for sammariebeu because she showed me this and said "/whispers baek likes being aggressive" and she told me to write drabble. it was at night. im more susceptible to dumb-ing at night. sorry. u___u
His eyes narrowed at the giant idiot who had the gall to laugh at him. That flat-assed fucker, Baekhyun thought, annoyed. It wasn’t as if Park Chanyeol was any better at dancing. The boy couldn’t even sway his hips gracefully. He couldn’t do anything gracefully. But still the dumbass kept on laughing while watching their practice video-replaying the part where Baekhyun does his body roll over and over again.
Leaning against the headboard, Chanyeol looked at the screen of his laptop and then at the fuming Baekhyun lounging on the bed across from him then back at the screen, his face twitching quite violently with his laughter. The tall boy started to imitate Baekhyun’s (admittedly improvised) step and the elder decided he’s had enough.
A thump and a groan could be heard after a pillow hit Chanyeol right smack at the face. Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to laugh. It was short-lived though as the poor pillow travelled the same distance back to him, hitting him squarely at the chest. “Asshole,” he hissed at the smug look on Chanyeol’s face.
“Come on, Baek. You’re such a poor sport.” The younger male slid further down the bed, chuckling.
“I’m not. You’re just dumb,” he answered with as much venom as he could.
But it was as if the taller boy didn’t hear him as he continued with his careless words. “This is why you should never attempt hip thrusts, Baek. And why you’re the bottom in this relationship.”
Baekhyun’s jaw dropped at that. “Excuse me?” he asked, appalled, sitting up. “Excuse me? I usually bottom because I get to order you around and let you do all the work and not because you’re any better, you jerk.”
Chanyeol shrugged and nodded condescendingly, irking Baekhyun more. “Well, that wasn’t what your moans say whenever I do the thrusting,” the younger replied smugly with a sleazy wave of his eyebrows.
Baekhyun knew it was past time he knocked his boyfriend down a peg or two (or all the way to the ground). The singer stood up and made his way to Chanyeol’s bed, stopping beside it until the other was forced to look up at him, getting some sort of satisfaction at that small advantage. Without breaking eye contact, he started to undo the buttons of his cotton shirt.
“Uh, Baek?” Chanyeol asked, wide-eyed with confusion.
Baekhyun didn’t answer until he was on the last button. “You said I was not good at thrusting, right? Let me just show you how wrong you are.”
“But, uh-“
“It has been a while since I topped, hasn’t it?” he asked with an innocent smile, completely in contrast with the seductive way he let the shirt fall off his shoulders. He watched Chanyeol ‘s gulp, eyes rounding.
“I know but-“
“Are you seriously going to say no?” Baekhyun asked with a raised brow, slender hands pausing on his belt buckle while waiting for Chanyeol’s answer.
“No,” the other man stuttered. “No. I mean no, I won’t stop you but, I mean… Let’s talk about this.” Chanyeol straightened up so that their gazes were almost level to each other. “There’s practice all day tomorrow.”
Baekhyun patted his boyfriend’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he cooed.
The taller male nodded weakly. Baekhyun could see Chanyeol’s eyes dip to his naked chest and down his stomach before returning to his face, the dark brown orbs now even darker with unconcealed want. Baekhyun decided his belt could wait.
The shorter boy moved to straddle Chanyeol, supple, jean-clad thighs on either side of the younger’s narrow hips. He cupped the side of his boyfriend’s face and tilted it up, connecting their lips in one smooth glide. Chanyeol’s mouth opened over his eagerly, his large hands holding on to Baekhyun’s waist. The singer’s arms go around Chanyeol’s neck, pulling him closer. He angled his head perfectly, opening his lips a little further and darting his tongue inside Chanyeol’s mouth.
The hold on his waist tightened, drawing Baekhyun further into the kiss, heat escalating quickly as their tongues deliciously played with each other. Baekhyun’s hands went up to tangle in Chanyeol’s short hair, loving the way his boyfriend moaned into his mouth. After a few hot, pleasure-filled moments, the older male pulled back an inch and rested his forehead against Chanyeol’s who was as breathless as him. He could feel his boyfriend’s hands moving leisurely up and down his sides, adding to the warm flush already spreading throughout his body.
Baekhyun had to take a deep breath and remember what this was supposed to be about. The thrusting thing. Okay. His now swollen lips quirked into little smirk at the sight of his boy-cheeks red and eyes unfocused with lust. “Ready?” he asked huskily.
Chanyeol just nodded, pliant and willing to whatever Baekhyun would want to do. The raven-haired man leaned close and let his lips travel from one of Chanyeol’s cheekbone to the other, peppering his face with soft pecks until he reached those adorably large ears. He nipped on the reddened tip and Chanyeol arched against him, connecting their lower halves for a second, letting Baekhyun know just how his boyfriend wanted him.
Chanyeol was already hard beneath his plaid boxers. Excellent, Baekhyun thought. He continued with his small kisses, nuzzling the taller boy’s neck and licking at the skin just below the ear, wrenching out a strangled moan from the rapper. Baekhyun shifts on Chanyeol’s lap, moving his hips closer until his own length was pressing against Chanyeol’s. They both gasp at the contact, Chanyeol helplessly resting his head at the crook of Baekhyun’s neck and letting out a breathless, “Please.”
The deep voice sent shivers running up Baekhyun’s spine and urged him to move. His started to thrust and grind against Chanyeol’s, rubbing their hardened lengths against each other’s in a maddening rhythm. Baekhyun pulls back and grabs onto Chanyeol’s firm shoulders, hips rolling temptingly, lips parting in a short whimper when Chanyeol grabbed onto his ass and lifted his own hips to meet Baekhyun’s thrusts.
In no time, they were both a panting mess, Baekhyun’s half-naked body arched back, neck veins standing out against the smooth line of his neck while Chanyeol sucks on the skin just below his collarbones. Still the harsh movements of their hips continued until Baekhyun finally hears Chanyeol groaning out his name and pulling Baekhyun tightly against him, body tensing as he rides out his release.
Warm puffs of air hit Baekhyun’s chest while his boyfriends slowly comes down from his climax. The singer blinked to clear out the fog in his head from the abrupt stop in their movements. His body was still clamoring for a continuation, still tense from not finding fulfillment but then he saw how intensely wrecked Chanyeol looked and he couldn’t help but grin, satisfied.
“So how bad was I again with hip thrusts?”
Chanyeol glanced up and a wry smile touched his lips. “I was just kidding, okay?”
Baekhyun huffed. “Uh huh.”
“Really, I was.” Chanyeol abruptly hauled Baekhyun into a quick, hard kiss.
Baekhyun flicked Chanyeol’s nose and glared. “Well, never do that again.”
“How can I stop when every time I tease you we end up like this?” the taller boy said, amused, arms spreading wide to show the mess they’ve made.
The smaller man couldn’t help smirking. “You have to admit, though, I made your little peewee stand up in less than a minute.”
Chanyeol scoffed. “One, do not ever call it little. Two, do not call it peewee. And three, I was already half-hard from watching the clip.”
He didn’t even have time to process what Chanyeol said, when Baekhyun found himself on his back with his boyfriend hovering over him. The tall goob suddenly presses his thigh against Baekhyun’s crotch, reminding him of his own erection.
Chanyeol’s hands went down to Baekhyun’s belt, fingers brushing against his length. “My turn now?”
Baekhyun knew he wasn’t finished with making his point but he figured he could just continue some other day.
“Okay.”
- i can't sexy times. i cry. ;A;
pairing/s: baekhyun/chanyeol (feat baekhyun's belt)
genre: canon??????
length: 1,346 wc
rating: r, d for dumb
warning/s: too much mention of hips, mild sexual content (lol) heartbreakingly unbetaed, also im a troll
summary: chanyeol thinks baekhyun's hip thrust looks stupid. there are consequences.
an: for sammariebeu because she showed me this and said "/whispers baek likes being aggressive" and she told me to write drabble. it was at night. im more susceptible to dumb-ing at night. sorry. u___u
His eyes narrowed at the giant idiot who had the gall to laugh at him. That flat-assed fucker, Baekhyun thought, annoyed. It wasn’t as if Park Chanyeol was any better at dancing. The boy couldn’t even sway his hips gracefully. He couldn’t do anything gracefully. But still the dumbass kept on laughing while watching their practice video-replaying the part where Baekhyun does his body roll over and over again.
Leaning against the headboard, Chanyeol looked at the screen of his laptop and then at the fuming Baekhyun lounging on the bed across from him then back at the screen, his face twitching quite violently with his laughter. The tall boy started to imitate Baekhyun’s (admittedly improvised) step and the elder decided he’s had enough.
A thump and a groan could be heard after a pillow hit Chanyeol right smack at the face. Now it was Baekhyun’s turn to laugh. It was short-lived though as the poor pillow travelled the same distance back to him, hitting him squarely at the chest. “Asshole,” he hissed at the smug look on Chanyeol’s face.
“Come on, Baek. You’re such a poor sport.” The younger male slid further down the bed, chuckling.
“I’m not. You’re just dumb,” he answered with as much venom as he could.
But it was as if the taller boy didn’t hear him as he continued with his careless words. “This is why you should never attempt hip thrusts, Baek. And why you’re the bottom in this relationship.”
Baekhyun’s jaw dropped at that. “Excuse me?” he asked, appalled, sitting up. “Excuse me? I usually bottom because I get to order you around and let you do all the work and not because you’re any better, you jerk.”
Chanyeol shrugged and nodded condescendingly, irking Baekhyun more. “Well, that wasn’t what your moans say whenever I do the thrusting,” the younger replied smugly with a sleazy wave of his eyebrows.
Baekhyun knew it was past time he knocked his boyfriend down a peg or two (or all the way to the ground). The singer stood up and made his way to Chanyeol’s bed, stopping beside it until the other was forced to look up at him, getting some sort of satisfaction at that small advantage. Without breaking eye contact, he started to undo the buttons of his cotton shirt.
“Uh, Baek?” Chanyeol asked, wide-eyed with confusion.
Baekhyun didn’t answer until he was on the last button. “You said I was not good at thrusting, right? Let me just show you how wrong you are.”
“But, uh-“
“It has been a while since I topped, hasn’t it?” he asked with an innocent smile, completely in contrast with the seductive way he let the shirt fall off his shoulders. He watched Chanyeol ‘s gulp, eyes rounding.
“I know but-“
“Are you seriously going to say no?” Baekhyun asked with a raised brow, slender hands pausing on his belt buckle while waiting for Chanyeol’s answer.
“No,” the other man stuttered. “No. I mean no, I won’t stop you but, I mean… Let’s talk about this.” Chanyeol straightened up so that their gazes were almost level to each other. “There’s practice all day tomorrow.”
Baekhyun patted his boyfriend’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he cooed.
The taller male nodded weakly. Baekhyun could see Chanyeol’s eyes dip to his naked chest and down his stomach before returning to his face, the dark brown orbs now even darker with unconcealed want. Baekhyun decided his belt could wait.
The shorter boy moved to straddle Chanyeol, supple, jean-clad thighs on either side of the younger’s narrow hips. He cupped the side of his boyfriend’s face and tilted it up, connecting their lips in one smooth glide. Chanyeol’s mouth opened over his eagerly, his large hands holding on to Baekhyun’s waist. The singer’s arms go around Chanyeol’s neck, pulling him closer. He angled his head perfectly, opening his lips a little further and darting his tongue inside Chanyeol’s mouth.
The hold on his waist tightened, drawing Baekhyun further into the kiss, heat escalating quickly as their tongues deliciously played with each other. Baekhyun’s hands went up to tangle in Chanyeol’s short hair, loving the way his boyfriend moaned into his mouth. After a few hot, pleasure-filled moments, the older male pulled back an inch and rested his forehead against Chanyeol’s who was as breathless as him. He could feel his boyfriend’s hands moving leisurely up and down his sides, adding to the warm flush already spreading throughout his body.
Baekhyun had to take a deep breath and remember what this was supposed to be about. The thrusting thing. Okay. His now swollen lips quirked into little smirk at the sight of his boy-cheeks red and eyes unfocused with lust. “Ready?” he asked huskily.
Chanyeol just nodded, pliant and willing to whatever Baekhyun would want to do. The raven-haired man leaned close and let his lips travel from one of Chanyeol’s cheekbone to the other, peppering his face with soft pecks until he reached those adorably large ears. He nipped on the reddened tip and Chanyeol arched against him, connecting their lower halves for a second, letting Baekhyun know just how his boyfriend wanted him.
Chanyeol was already hard beneath his plaid boxers. Excellent, Baekhyun thought. He continued with his small kisses, nuzzling the taller boy’s neck and licking at the skin just below the ear, wrenching out a strangled moan from the rapper. Baekhyun shifts on Chanyeol’s lap, moving his hips closer until his own length was pressing against Chanyeol’s. They both gasp at the contact, Chanyeol helplessly resting his head at the crook of Baekhyun’s neck and letting out a breathless, “Please.”
The deep voice sent shivers running up Baekhyun’s spine and urged him to move. His started to thrust and grind against Chanyeol’s, rubbing their hardened lengths against each other’s in a maddening rhythm. Baekhyun pulls back and grabs onto Chanyeol’s firm shoulders, hips rolling temptingly, lips parting in a short whimper when Chanyeol grabbed onto his ass and lifted his own hips to meet Baekhyun’s thrusts.
In no time, they were both a panting mess, Baekhyun’s half-naked body arched back, neck veins standing out against the smooth line of his neck while Chanyeol sucks on the skin just below his collarbones. Still the harsh movements of their hips continued until Baekhyun finally hears Chanyeol groaning out his name and pulling Baekhyun tightly against him, body tensing as he rides out his release.
Warm puffs of air hit Baekhyun’s chest while his boyfriends slowly comes down from his climax. The singer blinked to clear out the fog in his head from the abrupt stop in their movements. His body was still clamoring for a continuation, still tense from not finding fulfillment but then he saw how intensely wrecked Chanyeol looked and he couldn’t help but grin, satisfied.
“So how bad was I again with hip thrusts?”
Chanyeol glanced up and a wry smile touched his lips. “I was just kidding, okay?”
Baekhyun huffed. “Uh huh.”
“Really, I was.” Chanyeol abruptly hauled Baekhyun into a quick, hard kiss.
Baekhyun flicked Chanyeol’s nose and glared. “Well, never do that again.”
“How can I stop when every time I tease you we end up like this?” the taller boy said, amused, arms spreading wide to show the mess they’ve made.
The smaller man couldn’t help smirking. “You have to admit, though, I made your little peewee stand up in less than a minute.”
Chanyeol scoffed. “One, do not ever call it little. Two, do not call it peewee. And three, I was already half-hard from watching the clip.”
He didn’t even have time to process what Chanyeol said, when Baekhyun found himself on his back with his boyfriend hovering over him. The tall goob suddenly presses his thigh against Baekhyun’s crotch, reminding him of his own erection.
Chanyeol’s hands went down to Baekhyun’s belt, fingers brushing against his length. “My turn now?”
Baekhyun knew he wasn’t finished with making his point but he figured he could just continue some other day.
“Okay.”
- i can't sexy times. i cry. ;A;