#28: it was only $5.58 (for yeolie)
Title: It was only $5.58
Fandom: EXO
Pairing(s)/Focus: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3200
Work remixed: I Wanna Get You Off (I Wanna Touch Your Soul) by yeolie
Summary: In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t a great idea for Baekhyun to read out an old Latin spell from a book Lu Han had bought on eBay just because he was dared to.
Notes/Warnings: rimming, barebacking, breathplay
Thanks to my beta D because without her this fic would be all over the place ;A; and to the mod for being a sweetheart and extremely understanding when I had trouble with writing this. I know nothing about American Colleges and how frats/sororities work. I know nothing about spells and Latin. I am a poo please forgive me. This is just basically porn there is no plot here. I also am not very good at humour, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless my dear recipient!
It’s Halloween night and the brothers of Epsilon Chi Theta are seated in a tight circle, knee-to-knee with one of those cheap light up Jack-O-Lanterns placed in the centre. The lights of the room are turned off, bathing the brothers in an eerie orange glow and Baekhyun is really fucked up on cough syrup and cheap, cheap vodka that should’ve been named “Liquid Piss” instead of whatever was plastered in script on the bottle. The room is spinning and Baekhyun can barely make out or distinguish faces, only recognising Chanyeol sitting beside him because of that god-awful cologne he likes to use. He’s not sure who’s seated to his left, however. Is it Jongin? Yixing?
His tongue feels thick and heavy when he opens his mouth and asks, “We’re playing truth or dare, right?”
“Right,” comes a reply from somewhere in the group.
There’s this funny feeling brewing in Baekhyun’s stomach, and he’s unsure if it’s from the congealed pig fat he had consumed for rights of the tv remote from Chanyeol or the cough syrup Yixing had placed in his hands earlier. It’s probably both - that and a mix of vodka and beer. Maybe he should’ve said no to the cough syrup but the $50 Yixing gave him is a nice addition to his wallet. Although, $50 is a lot of money to give someone for downing a whole bottle of medicine, especially for poor college students. Suspicious.
Everything is somewhat of a blur to Baekhyun as the game proceeds. He’s vaguely aware of dares being thrown all over the place, from Sehun spying on the sorority girls on the other side of campus to Chanyeol eating the suspicious-looking takeout container in the back of the fridge that none of the brothers remember buying. At one point, he wants to set fire to his eyes after witnessing Junmyeon’s struggle to get up to do his dare, forcing him to balance himself on his hands and knees. And that would’ve been fine and dandy, but as a consequence of sitting across from Junmyeon, Baekhyun now has a nice vivid image of Junmyeon’s balls in too tight booty shorts burned into his retinas.
Baekhyun is way too drunk for this shit.
“I dare Baekhyun to read out one of those spells from that book Lu Han bought on eBay.”
“Isn’t that whole thing in Latin? Baekhyun can’t even speak English properly let alone Latin.”
Undeterred by Jongdae’s comment, Baekhyun flips him the bird and yells, “Okay, you fuckers, give me the book and let’s get this party started!”
The book looks like every other normal book - boring and not worthy of Baekhyun’s time.
“I bought that for $5.58, so watch those grotty fingers,” Lu Han warns, taking a sip from his stupid #1 Big Brother cup that Baekhyun wants to conk the elder’s head with. Baekhyun repeats Lu Han’s words in a childish, mocking tone before flipping the book open to a random page. The lighting is minimal and Baekhyun can barely see the words written down. There’s a single sentence that is miraculously easier to read, as if the light has chosen that one sentence for Baekhyun to see.
It’s quiet as Baekhyun mouths the words to himself. He possesses no knowledge of Latin, so he does what every normal person would do in a situation where they could be reading spells of the devil in a language they can barely pronounce: he wings it. He stands up with a flourish (almost stumbling back and just barely kept from falling by Chanyeol’s sturdy hands around his calves) and holds the book out in front of him like he’s seen in exorcist movies. He inhales a deep breath and reads aloud, enunciating each word slowly and loudly.
“caro et sanguis, mortalem esse et vivere, uti corpora nostra ad domum vivit anima tua.”
Everyone waits with a bated breath for something to happen. A minute passes, and nothing transpires. Lu Han snorts into his cup as Jongdae bursts into a fit of cackles, laughing at Baekhyun’s horrendous pronunciation after trying his best to hold it in.
“Man. What a waste of $5.58.”
-
Baekhyun ends up passing out on the couch in the common room some hours later. The clock on the wall reads 11:33 when the front door slams open and a group stumbles in. He should be ashamed of himself for passing out earlier than the rest, but the room is empty except for him. The others must’ve left for a different venue.
“Chanyeol is way more fucked up then he let on,” Junmyeon’s voice fills the room. The group of three stumble into the common room and Baekhyun can see Chanyeol standing hunched over with Junmyeon and Jongdae acting as support for his body, his arms hanging limp behind their necks. They notice Baekhyun sitting up on the couch and attempt to push Chanyeol towards him. Chanyeol moans lowly, hissing when one of them flicks the light on. Baekhyun’s eyes widen at the sight.
“What the fuck happened to him?” Baekhyun asks, standing up on unsteady legs, staring at the trio in shock. His head still feels like it’s immersed under water and food is lodged in his throat. It’s become quite evident the alcohol hasn’t worn off...or the cough medicine (not that the cough medicine did anything, but hey at least that $50 bill is still in his pocket).
Chanyeol is covered from head to toe in dirt, grass stains tarnishing his light coloured jeans and mud plastered all over his arms and hands.
Junmyeon’s face is red from exertion and Baekhyun observes the long expanse of abdomen peeking through where the buttons of his cop shirt costume is undone. He shrugs. “We were at the cemetery paying respects to the good ol’ founder of this frat on the anniversary of his death when Chanyeol tripped and smacked his head on his gravestone. Knocked himself out, only coming to in the car.”
“He’s a clumsy idiot,” Jongdae adds, as if Baekhyun didn’t already know.
Chanyeol groans loudly.
-
Cleaning up Chanyeol is proven to be a difficult task when apparently, post-unconsciousness, the dumb oaf gets horny. Baekhyun’s trying to wipe away the mud with a damp cloth after wrestling Chanyeol out from his soiled clothes and pushing him onto his bed. The taller man writhes around, moaning loudly as he tries to grab at Baekhyun. Whenever he succeeds, he pulls Baekhyun’s body down on top of his own and begins to mouth and nip at Baekhyun’s neck. It takes all of Baekhyun’s willpower to push his boyfriend away, though the thought of dirt getting into certain places is a pretty big turn off.
He doesn’t notice until the third time he’s pushing Chanyeol back by the shoulders that the taller man’s skin feels cold and damp to the touch. Perhaps it’s just the after effects from being knocked out.
“Chanyeo- Chanyeol!” Baekhyun screeches as Chanyeol tries to pull him in by grabbing at the front of his shirt. Baekhyun swats his hands away. “Let me clean your arm!”
Baekhyun doesn’t even have time to finish cleaning at all when Chanyeol suddenly possesses the strength of Hulk and practically hauls Baekhyun onto the bed, switching their positions before Baekhyun had a chance to fight back. Chanyeol harshly tugs at Baekhyun’s shirt until it’s disrobed and sharp nails are digging into the dip of Baekhyun’s waist, clawing down to his hips. Baekhyun hisses through his teeth at the pain, his toes curling simultaneously.
Chanyeol moans lowly and nuzzles his head into Baekhyun’s neck, where he once again begins nipping at the soft skin. His fingers are quick and deft as he undoes Baekhyun’s jeans and pulls down both his underwear and his pants in one swift motion, exposing Baekhyun’s bare lower half.
Baekhyun inhales the soft scent of damp earth and dirt in Chanyeol’s hair.
“God, you couldn’t even wait a minute for me to finish cleaning you up,” Baekhyun breathes, shuddering slightly when Chanyeol’s calloused hand starts pumping at his half erect cock. Chanyeol grunts in response.
Now, the thing about having sex with Chanyeol is that no matter how much of a “manly” aura Chanyeol exudes when he’s trying to be sexy, the boy is just way too vanilla when it comes to the actual deed. Which is fine and all, but there comes a certain time when Baekhyun just wants to be destroyed. And by destroyed, Baekhyun means-- instead of soft kisses and slow thrusting--there’s harsh hair pulling and pounding so hard he can barely breathe.
Baekhyun doesn’t know how it happened, really, but somehow his wish came true. Chanyeol has him on his hands and knees, ass jutted out as the latter eats out his asshole like it’s his last meal. Baekhyun moans into the dirt soiled pillow, too consumed in his lust induced haze to even care that the bed is a mess.
For some reason, Chanyeol’s tongue is cool but Baekhyun blames that on the cocktail of alcohol and cough medicine he had earlier. His body is most likely burning up, radiating an intense heat, causing Chanyeol’s tongue to feel cooler than usual. Yes...that must be it.
Chanyeol’s hands are grasping at his thighs tightly, fingernails digging so deep into the soft flesh that the stinging pain is actually causing Baekhyun’s eyes to water. He can see his own cock hanging hard and heavy in between his thighs, the tip leaking precum.
Chanyeol alternates by pressing his tongue flat against the soft rim and curling it to prod into the entrance. Baekhyun groans when Chanyeol’s hands come up from his thighs to grasp at his ass, pulling the fleshy mounds apart to probe his tongue in further.
He whimpers when Chanyeol pulls away, but he feels a sharp pain moments later, eliciting a loud gasp from Baekhyun. Chanyeol is pressing a finger into his asshole, forcing it in one swift motion instead of waiting for him to adjust slowly like he usually does. This has Baekhyun’s cock twitching with excitement.
“Oh, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans, eyes rolling back at the sting that comes with a second finger. Chanyeol’s fingers are dry and the burn that Baekhyun experiences as it pushes into his tight heat hurts, but Baekhyun loves it. A third finger is added before Baekhyun’s feels something slick slide down his cleft, Chanyeol using his spit as a substitute for lubricant.
Baekhyun doesn’t question why Chanyeol’s saliva is cool.
The emptiness Baekhyun feels when Chanyeol removes his fingers has him clenching around nothing but air. He mewls loudly, only for his boyfriend to manhandle him, throwing his body around like a ragdoll. Chanyeol stares down at him, chest heaving, and eyes dark; almost menacing. Baekhyun’s eyes trail down the long expanse of his abdomen to the pink tip of his cock peeking out from the waistband of his tight briefs. For some reason, the outline of Chanyeol’s cock is a lot bigger than he remembers his boyfriend’s length being. He dry swallows at the sight.
“Chanyeol?” he calls softly after a good thirty seconds of doing nothing but staring at each other. Chanyeol tilts his head to the side, an eerie smirk growing across his lips. He doesn’t say anything, however, and Baekhyun finds that fact really fucking weird because Chanyeol is usually very talkative. His throat constricts and his asshole is still throbbing from the pain of being stretched dry. “Are you okay?”
Chanyeol’s eyes are oddly frightening to look at. There’s usually always a glint to it, eyes bright with mirth and happiness, but all Baekhyun sees is black - just a dull black, void of light and sparkle. Noticing this, Baekhyun also comes to realise the odd sheen to his skin; like it’s made out of wax.
Something is off about Chanyeol.
But really, it’s probably from all the shit he’s consumed earlier that night. Maybe Yixing’s cough medicine has finally kicked in and now Baekhyun is tripping out.Chanyeol’s lips crash against his own, tongue quickly worming its way into his mouth. Sharp teeth clamp onto his bottom lip. Baekhyun finds himself really getting into it, loving the dominance Chanyeol is exuding, when he’s stopped by a sharp pain and the taste of blood filling his mouth. Baekhyun cries out in pain but his cock twitches against Chanyeol’s clothed one. Chanyeol actually begins to suck on Baekhyun’s bottom lip, lapping up the blood and moaning lowly as his hands wander all over Baekhyun’s body.
Baekhyun’s hands are clawing into Chanyeol’s back, dragging down and leaving pink marks until his fingers find purchase on the waistband of his boyfriend’s briefs. He attempts to pull them down, to let Chanyeol know that he’s so fucking ready for his cock. Chanyeol gets the hint, pulling away from lapping the blood off Baekhyun’s lips to rip his briefs off his legs.
Chanyeol sits up on his haunches and takes both of Baekhyun’s thighs into his hands, stretching them open wide. He’s looking at Baekhyun’s asshole, gaze almost animalistic and Baekhyun clenches and unclenches it for show. Chanyeol actually growls.
Baekhyun doesn’t even have time to smirk at teasing his boyfriend because Chanyeol’s whole body weight is on top of him and Chanyeol’s cock slides into his ass. Baekhyun can only gasp at the burn, Chanyeol’s cock much bigger than his fingers and definitely much bigger than he normally feels. Chanyeol begins to grind into Baekhyun’s hole, grunting as he forces more of his thick cock in. Baekhyun moans, hands finding their way into Chanyeol’s hair as his boyfriend fucks him open.
He can barely breathe when Chanyeol wraps a hand around his neck, the curve between the thumb and forefinger digging into his neck and cutting off Baekhyun’s air supply. Chanyeol is still pounding into him with little mercy, only grunting and growling at him as he pushes his hand harder against Baekhyun’s windpipe.
The bed is rattling, the headboard banging into the wall with each of Chanyeol’s thrusts. Baekhyun is beginning to become light headed just as Chanyeol alters the angle of his hips and his cock hits the right spot. He tries to moan, but it only comes out sounding strangled.
The room is beginning to spin, Baekhyun’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. His lungs burn from the lack of oxygen and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. There’s a weird pressure against his skull. He can hear his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears and the throbbing of every single pulse in his body. He starts to protest when his vision begins to darken, his lungs feeling like they’re about to explode. He claws at Chanyeol’s hand, tears forming in his eyes when finally Chanyeol releases his hold and Baekhyun sucks in a lungful of air. The feeling is almost euphoric, his cock twitching and angling up. He can feel precum drooling onto his stomach.
Baekhyun is on the brink of his orgasm, the coil winding deep inside of his stomach. He can feel every vein of Chanyeol’s cock slide against his walls; can feel it pulsing and twitching when he clenches his ass, sucking in more of his boyfriend’s cock. The tip presses into his prostate as Chanyeol pistons his hips faster, abusing that one spot that has Baekhyun’s cock drooling more cum.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum Yeol,” Baekhyun moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the coil in his stomach winds tighter. His body prickles with goosebumps when Chanyeol presses his fingers into Baekhyun’s mouth, shoving his fingers in so deep it has Baekhyun gagging. Baekhyun gurgles around the fingers, saliva drooling down the sides when the suddenly coil snaps and Baekhyun is groaning loudly as his cock spills out ropes after ropes of sticky cum, his asshole clenching around Chanyeol’s cock. It sets off Chanyeol, causing his boyfriend to cum hot and deep into his ass, his cock flexing against Baekhyun’s walls with every spurt of white.
The time reads 11:59 on the digital clock resting on his bedside table and Baekhyun groans, pushing his boyfriend off his spent body. He feels Chanyeol’s cum slide out from his ass and pool underneath his thighs but he can’t find it in himself to care about the mess considering the state it’s already in.
Chanyeol suddenly makes an odd noise, not sounding human. Baekhyun quickly sits up, ignoring the pain throbbing in his lower back. He sees Chanyeol staring straight at him, the eerie smile he had on earlier still plastered across his face. Chanyeol doesn’t say anything as he begins to crawl towards Baekhyun, his limbs angled oddly as he moves and the bones actually cracking and all Baekhyun can think is holy shit, my boyfriend is possessed by the ghost lady from the grudge. He tries to scream, to backpedal away from whoever this was - it’s definitely not his boyfriend in front of him - but he’s frozen with fear, unable to move as he watches Chanyeol’s eyes roll back, leaving only the white in its stead.
Baekhyun screeches when one of Chanyeol’s cold hands grasps around his ankle, his fingers cracking as they tighten around the appendage. It isn’t until Chanyeol’s hand starts morphing into an actual claw that Baekhyun screams and kicks Chanyeol off the bed with all of his might, backpedalling into the headboard and he hears Chanyeol land on the floor.
There’s an odd sounding moan, sounding far too demonic to be Chanyeol and then the sound of gurgling and retching. Something wet splatters on the floor before he hears Chanyeol, his Chanyeol, speak for the first time since he returned with Junmyeon and Jongdae.
“What the-”
“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun asks slowly, softly, afraid that this man is still possessed or whatever the fuck he was. However, Baekhyun’s body relaxes and all the fight drains from it when he sees Chanyeol rise from the floor, mouth and chin covered in something with a bewildered expression covering his face.
“Why is there dirt on me? Did Jongdae dare me to eat dirt last night or something? That fucking- Wait, did we have sex?” he asks, staring down at Baekhyun’s naked body, covered in filth, before looking at his own just as bare body. He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “Man, I don’t remember anything. We must’ve really gotten fucked up last night. Yixing had some good shit after all.”
The funny thing is that Baekhyun doesn’t have anything to say about what happened during their romp or what he saw. It’s already bad enough that he had been hallucinating a fucking claw on Chanyeol, and witness his boyfriend crawl like some deformed demon towards him, but like always, he blames it on the cough medicine.
The time is 00:24 when they both get into bed after a short shower, Chanyeol falling asleep straight away and leaving Baekhyun alone to his own thoughts.
He’s not sure who the fuck possessed his boyfriend, but while rubbing at his still aching neck and feeling the insistent throbbing in his lower back, he thinks that maybe having sex with a possessed Chanyeol isn’t so bad. It’s still his boyfriend after all, right? So technically speaking, he’s not cheating if it’s still Chanyeol’s body.
Maybe he should “borrow” (and by borrow he means taking and never returning) Lu Han’s spell book.
He needs a little more spice in his life anyway.
Fandom: EXO
Pairing(s)/Focus: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3200
Work remixed: I Wanna Get You Off (I Wanna Touch Your Soul) by yeolie
Summary: In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t a great idea for Baekhyun to read out an old Latin spell from a book Lu Han had bought on eBay just because he was dared to.
Notes/Warnings: rimming, barebacking, breathplay
Thanks to my beta D because without her this fic would be all over the place ;A; and to the mod for being a sweetheart and extremely understanding when I had trouble with writing this. I know nothing about American Colleges and how frats/sororities work. I know nothing about spells and Latin. I am a poo please forgive me. This is just basically porn there is no plot here. I also am not very good at humour, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless my dear recipient!
It’s Halloween night and the brothers of Epsilon Chi Theta are seated in a tight circle, knee-to-knee with one of those cheap light up Jack-O-Lanterns placed in the centre. The lights of the room are turned off, bathing the brothers in an eerie orange glow and Baekhyun is really fucked up on cough syrup and cheap, cheap vodka that should’ve been named “Liquid Piss” instead of whatever was plastered in script on the bottle. The room is spinning and Baekhyun can barely make out or distinguish faces, only recognising Chanyeol sitting beside him because of that god-awful cologne he likes to use. He’s not sure who’s seated to his left, however. Is it Jongin? Yixing?
His tongue feels thick and heavy when he opens his mouth and asks, “We’re playing truth or dare, right?”
“Right,” comes a reply from somewhere in the group.
There’s this funny feeling brewing in Baekhyun’s stomach, and he’s unsure if it’s from the congealed pig fat he had consumed for rights of the tv remote from Chanyeol or the cough syrup Yixing had placed in his hands earlier. It’s probably both - that and a mix of vodka and beer. Maybe he should’ve said no to the cough syrup but the $50 Yixing gave him is a nice addition to his wallet. Although, $50 is a lot of money to give someone for downing a whole bottle of medicine, especially for poor college students. Suspicious.
Everything is somewhat of a blur to Baekhyun as the game proceeds. He’s vaguely aware of dares being thrown all over the place, from Sehun spying on the sorority girls on the other side of campus to Chanyeol eating the suspicious-looking takeout container in the back of the fridge that none of the brothers remember buying. At one point, he wants to set fire to his eyes after witnessing Junmyeon’s struggle to get up to do his dare, forcing him to balance himself on his hands and knees. And that would’ve been fine and dandy, but as a consequence of sitting across from Junmyeon, Baekhyun now has a nice vivid image of Junmyeon’s balls in too tight booty shorts burned into his retinas.
Baekhyun is way too drunk for this shit.
“I dare Baekhyun to read out one of those spells from that book Lu Han bought on eBay.”
“Isn’t that whole thing in Latin? Baekhyun can’t even speak English properly let alone Latin.”
Undeterred by Jongdae’s comment, Baekhyun flips him the bird and yells, “Okay, you fuckers, give me the book and let’s get this party started!”
The book looks like every other normal book - boring and not worthy of Baekhyun’s time.
“I bought that for $5.58, so watch those grotty fingers,” Lu Han warns, taking a sip from his stupid #1 Big Brother cup that Baekhyun wants to conk the elder’s head with. Baekhyun repeats Lu Han’s words in a childish, mocking tone before flipping the book open to a random page. The lighting is minimal and Baekhyun can barely see the words written down. There’s a single sentence that is miraculously easier to read, as if the light has chosen that one sentence for Baekhyun to see.
It’s quiet as Baekhyun mouths the words to himself. He possesses no knowledge of Latin, so he does what every normal person would do in a situation where they could be reading spells of the devil in a language they can barely pronounce: he wings it. He stands up with a flourish (almost stumbling back and just barely kept from falling by Chanyeol’s sturdy hands around his calves) and holds the book out in front of him like he’s seen in exorcist movies. He inhales a deep breath and reads aloud, enunciating each word slowly and loudly.
“caro et sanguis, mortalem esse et vivere, uti corpora nostra ad domum vivit anima tua.”
Everyone waits with a bated breath for something to happen. A minute passes, and nothing transpires. Lu Han snorts into his cup as Jongdae bursts into a fit of cackles, laughing at Baekhyun’s horrendous pronunciation after trying his best to hold it in.
“Man. What a waste of $5.58.”
-
Baekhyun ends up passing out on the couch in the common room some hours later. The clock on the wall reads 11:33 when the front door slams open and a group stumbles in. He should be ashamed of himself for passing out earlier than the rest, but the room is empty except for him. The others must’ve left for a different venue.
“Chanyeol is way more fucked up then he let on,” Junmyeon’s voice fills the room. The group of three stumble into the common room and Baekhyun can see Chanyeol standing hunched over with Junmyeon and Jongdae acting as support for his body, his arms hanging limp behind their necks. They notice Baekhyun sitting up on the couch and attempt to push Chanyeol towards him. Chanyeol moans lowly, hissing when one of them flicks the light on. Baekhyun’s eyes widen at the sight.
“What the fuck happened to him?” Baekhyun asks, standing up on unsteady legs, staring at the trio in shock. His head still feels like it’s immersed under water and food is lodged in his throat. It’s become quite evident the alcohol hasn’t worn off...or the cough medicine (not that the cough medicine did anything, but hey at least that $50 bill is still in his pocket).
Chanyeol is covered from head to toe in dirt, grass stains tarnishing his light coloured jeans and mud plastered all over his arms and hands.
Junmyeon’s face is red from exertion and Baekhyun observes the long expanse of abdomen peeking through where the buttons of his cop shirt costume is undone. He shrugs. “We were at the cemetery paying respects to the good ol’ founder of this frat on the anniversary of his death when Chanyeol tripped and smacked his head on his gravestone. Knocked himself out, only coming to in the car.”
“He’s a clumsy idiot,” Jongdae adds, as if Baekhyun didn’t already know.
Chanyeol groans loudly.
-
Cleaning up Chanyeol is proven to be a difficult task when apparently, post-unconsciousness, the dumb oaf gets horny. Baekhyun’s trying to wipe away the mud with a damp cloth after wrestling Chanyeol out from his soiled clothes and pushing him onto his bed. The taller man writhes around, moaning loudly as he tries to grab at Baekhyun. Whenever he succeeds, he pulls Baekhyun’s body down on top of his own and begins to mouth and nip at Baekhyun’s neck. It takes all of Baekhyun’s willpower to push his boyfriend away, though the thought of dirt getting into certain places is a pretty big turn off.
He doesn’t notice until the third time he’s pushing Chanyeol back by the shoulders that the taller man’s skin feels cold and damp to the touch. Perhaps it’s just the after effects from being knocked out.
“Chanyeo- Chanyeol!” Baekhyun screeches as Chanyeol tries to pull him in by grabbing at the front of his shirt. Baekhyun swats his hands away. “Let me clean your arm!”
Baekhyun doesn’t even have time to finish cleaning at all when Chanyeol suddenly possesses the strength of Hulk and practically hauls Baekhyun onto the bed, switching their positions before Baekhyun had a chance to fight back. Chanyeol harshly tugs at Baekhyun’s shirt until it’s disrobed and sharp nails are digging into the dip of Baekhyun’s waist, clawing down to his hips. Baekhyun hisses through his teeth at the pain, his toes curling simultaneously.
Chanyeol moans lowly and nuzzles his head into Baekhyun’s neck, where he once again begins nipping at the soft skin. His fingers are quick and deft as he undoes Baekhyun’s jeans and pulls down both his underwear and his pants in one swift motion, exposing Baekhyun’s bare lower half.
Baekhyun inhales the soft scent of damp earth and dirt in Chanyeol’s hair.
“God, you couldn’t even wait a minute for me to finish cleaning you up,” Baekhyun breathes, shuddering slightly when Chanyeol’s calloused hand starts pumping at his half erect cock. Chanyeol grunts in response.
Now, the thing about having sex with Chanyeol is that no matter how much of a “manly” aura Chanyeol exudes when he’s trying to be sexy, the boy is just way too vanilla when it comes to the actual deed. Which is fine and all, but there comes a certain time when Baekhyun just wants to be destroyed. And by destroyed, Baekhyun means-- instead of soft kisses and slow thrusting--there’s harsh hair pulling and pounding so hard he can barely breathe.
Baekhyun doesn’t know how it happened, really, but somehow his wish came true. Chanyeol has him on his hands and knees, ass jutted out as the latter eats out his asshole like it’s his last meal. Baekhyun moans into the dirt soiled pillow, too consumed in his lust induced haze to even care that the bed is a mess.
For some reason, Chanyeol’s tongue is cool but Baekhyun blames that on the cocktail of alcohol and cough medicine he had earlier. His body is most likely burning up, radiating an intense heat, causing Chanyeol’s tongue to feel cooler than usual. Yes...that must be it.
Chanyeol’s hands are grasping at his thighs tightly, fingernails digging so deep into the soft flesh that the stinging pain is actually causing Baekhyun’s eyes to water. He can see his own cock hanging hard and heavy in between his thighs, the tip leaking precum.
Chanyeol alternates by pressing his tongue flat against the soft rim and curling it to prod into the entrance. Baekhyun groans when Chanyeol’s hands come up from his thighs to grasp at his ass, pulling the fleshy mounds apart to probe his tongue in further.
He whimpers when Chanyeol pulls away, but he feels a sharp pain moments later, eliciting a loud gasp from Baekhyun. Chanyeol is pressing a finger into his asshole, forcing it in one swift motion instead of waiting for him to adjust slowly like he usually does. This has Baekhyun’s cock twitching with excitement.
“Oh, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans, eyes rolling back at the sting that comes with a second finger. Chanyeol’s fingers are dry and the burn that Baekhyun experiences as it pushes into his tight heat hurts, but Baekhyun loves it. A third finger is added before Baekhyun’s feels something slick slide down his cleft, Chanyeol using his spit as a substitute for lubricant.
Baekhyun doesn’t question why Chanyeol’s saliva is cool.
The emptiness Baekhyun feels when Chanyeol removes his fingers has him clenching around nothing but air. He mewls loudly, only for his boyfriend to manhandle him, throwing his body around like a ragdoll. Chanyeol stares down at him, chest heaving, and eyes dark; almost menacing. Baekhyun’s eyes trail down the long expanse of his abdomen to the pink tip of his cock peeking out from the waistband of his tight briefs. For some reason, the outline of Chanyeol’s cock is a lot bigger than he remembers his boyfriend’s length being. He dry swallows at the sight.
“Chanyeol?” he calls softly after a good thirty seconds of doing nothing but staring at each other. Chanyeol tilts his head to the side, an eerie smirk growing across his lips. He doesn’t say anything, however, and Baekhyun finds that fact really fucking weird because Chanyeol is usually very talkative. His throat constricts and his asshole is still throbbing from the pain of being stretched dry. “Are you okay?”
Chanyeol’s eyes are oddly frightening to look at. There’s usually always a glint to it, eyes bright with mirth and happiness, but all Baekhyun sees is black - just a dull black, void of light and sparkle. Noticing this, Baekhyun also comes to realise the odd sheen to his skin; like it’s made out of wax.
Something is off about Chanyeol.
But really, it’s probably from all the shit he’s consumed earlier that night. Maybe Yixing’s cough medicine has finally kicked in and now Baekhyun is tripping out.Chanyeol’s lips crash against his own, tongue quickly worming its way into his mouth. Sharp teeth clamp onto his bottom lip. Baekhyun finds himself really getting into it, loving the dominance Chanyeol is exuding, when he’s stopped by a sharp pain and the taste of blood filling his mouth. Baekhyun cries out in pain but his cock twitches against Chanyeol’s clothed one. Chanyeol actually begins to suck on Baekhyun’s bottom lip, lapping up the blood and moaning lowly as his hands wander all over Baekhyun’s body.
Baekhyun’s hands are clawing into Chanyeol’s back, dragging down and leaving pink marks until his fingers find purchase on the waistband of his boyfriend’s briefs. He attempts to pull them down, to let Chanyeol know that he’s so fucking ready for his cock. Chanyeol gets the hint, pulling away from lapping the blood off Baekhyun’s lips to rip his briefs off his legs.
Chanyeol sits up on his haunches and takes both of Baekhyun’s thighs into his hands, stretching them open wide. He’s looking at Baekhyun’s asshole, gaze almost animalistic and Baekhyun clenches and unclenches it for show. Chanyeol actually growls.
Baekhyun doesn’t even have time to smirk at teasing his boyfriend because Chanyeol’s whole body weight is on top of him and Chanyeol’s cock slides into his ass. Baekhyun can only gasp at the burn, Chanyeol’s cock much bigger than his fingers and definitely much bigger than he normally feels. Chanyeol begins to grind into Baekhyun’s hole, grunting as he forces more of his thick cock in. Baekhyun moans, hands finding their way into Chanyeol’s hair as his boyfriend fucks him open.
He can barely breathe when Chanyeol wraps a hand around his neck, the curve between the thumb and forefinger digging into his neck and cutting off Baekhyun’s air supply. Chanyeol is still pounding into him with little mercy, only grunting and growling at him as he pushes his hand harder against Baekhyun’s windpipe.
The bed is rattling, the headboard banging into the wall with each of Chanyeol’s thrusts. Baekhyun is beginning to become light headed just as Chanyeol alters the angle of his hips and his cock hits the right spot. He tries to moan, but it only comes out sounding strangled.
The room is beginning to spin, Baekhyun’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. His lungs burn from the lack of oxygen and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. There’s a weird pressure against his skull. He can hear his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears and the throbbing of every single pulse in his body. He starts to protest when his vision begins to darken, his lungs feeling like they’re about to explode. He claws at Chanyeol’s hand, tears forming in his eyes when finally Chanyeol releases his hold and Baekhyun sucks in a lungful of air. The feeling is almost euphoric, his cock twitching and angling up. He can feel precum drooling onto his stomach.
Baekhyun is on the brink of his orgasm, the coil winding deep inside of his stomach. He can feel every vein of Chanyeol’s cock slide against his walls; can feel it pulsing and twitching when he clenches his ass, sucking in more of his boyfriend’s cock. The tip presses into his prostate as Chanyeol pistons his hips faster, abusing that one spot that has Baekhyun’s cock drooling more cum.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum Yeol,” Baekhyun moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the coil in his stomach winds tighter. His body prickles with goosebumps when Chanyeol presses his fingers into Baekhyun’s mouth, shoving his fingers in so deep it has Baekhyun gagging. Baekhyun gurgles around the fingers, saliva drooling down the sides when the suddenly coil snaps and Baekhyun is groaning loudly as his cock spills out ropes after ropes of sticky cum, his asshole clenching around Chanyeol’s cock. It sets off Chanyeol, causing his boyfriend to cum hot and deep into his ass, his cock flexing against Baekhyun’s walls with every spurt of white.
The time reads 11:59 on the digital clock resting on his bedside table and Baekhyun groans, pushing his boyfriend off his spent body. He feels Chanyeol’s cum slide out from his ass and pool underneath his thighs but he can’t find it in himself to care about the mess considering the state it’s already in.
Chanyeol suddenly makes an odd noise, not sounding human. Baekhyun quickly sits up, ignoring the pain throbbing in his lower back. He sees Chanyeol staring straight at him, the eerie smile he had on earlier still plastered across his face. Chanyeol doesn’t say anything as he begins to crawl towards Baekhyun, his limbs angled oddly as he moves and the bones actually cracking and all Baekhyun can think is holy shit, my boyfriend is possessed by the ghost lady from the grudge. He tries to scream, to backpedal away from whoever this was - it’s definitely not his boyfriend in front of him - but he’s frozen with fear, unable to move as he watches Chanyeol’s eyes roll back, leaving only the white in its stead.
Baekhyun screeches when one of Chanyeol’s cold hands grasps around his ankle, his fingers cracking as they tighten around the appendage. It isn’t until Chanyeol’s hand starts morphing into an actual claw that Baekhyun screams and kicks Chanyeol off the bed with all of his might, backpedalling into the headboard and he hears Chanyeol land on the floor.
There’s an odd sounding moan, sounding far too demonic to be Chanyeol and then the sound of gurgling and retching. Something wet splatters on the floor before he hears Chanyeol, his Chanyeol, speak for the first time since he returned with Junmyeon and Jongdae.
“What the-”
“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun asks slowly, softly, afraid that this man is still possessed or whatever the fuck he was. However, Baekhyun’s body relaxes and all the fight drains from it when he sees Chanyeol rise from the floor, mouth and chin covered in something with a bewildered expression covering his face.
“Why is there dirt on me? Did Jongdae dare me to eat dirt last night or something? That fucking- Wait, did we have sex?” he asks, staring down at Baekhyun’s naked body, covered in filth, before looking at his own just as bare body. He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “Man, I don’t remember anything. We must’ve really gotten fucked up last night. Yixing had some good shit after all.”
The funny thing is that Baekhyun doesn’t have anything to say about what happened during their romp or what he saw. It’s already bad enough that he had been hallucinating a fucking claw on Chanyeol, and witness his boyfriend crawl like some deformed demon towards him, but like always, he blames it on the cough medicine.
The time is 00:24 when they both get into bed after a short shower, Chanyeol falling asleep straight away and leaving Baekhyun alone to his own thoughts.
He’s not sure who the fuck possessed his boyfriend, but while rubbing at his still aching neck and feeling the insistent throbbing in his lower back, he thinks that maybe having sex with a possessed Chanyeol isn’t so bad. It’s still his boyfriend after all, right? So technically speaking, he’s not cheating if it’s still Chanyeol’s body.
Maybe he should “borrow” (and by borrow he means taking and never returning) Lu Han’s spell book.
He needs a little more spice in his life anyway.