k-pop; ask for it
Title: Ask for it
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Note: PWP. 2041 words. For the begging square on kink_bingo, though idk I think I failed. Oh well, I just wanted to write some Baekris. T_T Hope you enjoy. :3 terrible title is terrible i'm sorry
Wu Fan may be a lot taller than him, but he’s still easy to push up against the wall and yank down by the collar of his shirt so that Baekhyun only has to lean up a little to catch his lips in a fierce kiss. Wu Fan’s big hands settle at his waist and pull him close, thigh sliding between Baekhyun’s legs, and Baekhyun drinks down a low moan that makes him smirk against Wu Fan’s lips.
Baekhyun twists Wu Fan’s shirt in his hands, despite knowing just how much Wu Fan hates that, and breaks away to catch his breath, letting Wu Fan trail his lips along his jaw and down his neck, teeth scraping gently at skin. Wu Fan’s fingers slide up under his shirt and they’re so warm against his skin, and Baekhyun steps back, arms raising above his head so Wu Fan can strip him. He returns the favor, Wu Fan’s shirt falling to the floor with his, and then Wu Fan is tugging him back, fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. Baekhyun kisses him deeply, tongues sliding together, hot and heavy, and he works open the fastenings on Wu Fan’s pants.
They don’t really have a lot of time, having slipped away from the rest of the group when everyone was busy, but they’re all quick to notice when someone is missing and it probably won’t be long before someone comes looking. Baekhyun hurriedly tugs Wu Fan’s clothes down his legs and wraps a hand around his hardening erection and strokes him from base to tip.
“Shit,” Wu Fan mutters under his breath, his fingers splaying across Baekhyun’s stomach, and Baekhyun really likes the way Wu Fan starts to come apart, head falling back against the wall and exposing his throat to Baekhyun’s mouth. Baekhyun strokes him slow and deliberately, swiping his thumb across the wetness at the tip and sliding back down, until Wu Fan is groaning and gripping tight at Baekhyun’s shoulder, fingernails digging into the skin.
That’s when Baekhyun smirks, leaning in to whisper into Wu Fan’s ear, “What do you want?”
“I think that’s obvious,” Wu Fan hisses, bucking his hips up into Baekhyun’s hand, but when Baekhyun just blinks at him like he doesn't know what he means, he grits his teeth and says, “Suck me off.”
“Only if you ask for it,” Baekhyun says lightly, and he very much likes how Wu Fan glares at him, because Baekhyun knows how much Wu Fan hates this, hates it when Baekhyun makes him do it, even though Baekhyun’s pretty positive he secretly loves it. Baekhyun just likes pushing Wu Fan’s buttons, likes being the one to make him fall apart, drawing out the deep moans and breathless gasps, the way he cries out Baekhyun’s name as he comes.
Wen Wu Fan keeps silent, Baekhyun raises a brow and slowly drags his fingers along Wu Fan’s cock, and Wu Fan shudders throughout his whole body. “Fuck, Baekhyun,” he grits out, “please, please, put your mouth on me.”
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Baekhyun says and he drops to his knees and without preamble, slides his tongue along Wu Fan’s dick. Wu Fan’s deep groan seems to shake the walls of the bedroom, and his hips jerk instinctively, but Baekhyun grabs them and pins him back against the wall which Wu Fan doesn’t seem to like one bit, staring unhappily down at Baekhyun. But Baekhyun just smiles and takes Wu Fan into his mouth, sucking softly and tasting the bitter precome on his tongue.
“Oh god,” Wu Fan breathes, hands threading through Baekhyun’s hair and pulling, because Wu Fan knows how much Baekhyun likes that.
Baekhyun just groans around him, feels the way Wu Fan twitches on his tongue and takes in a little more. Wu Fan’s groans are low and deep and they fuel Baekhyun on, pulling back to suck at the head, tongue swiping over the tip before he swallows him down again. He rubs his thumb into the curve of his hipbone as Wu Fan’s grip in his hair gets even tighter, and Baekhyun loves the flush that’s crawling up his chest, Wu Fan’s eyes a little hazy as he stares down at him.
He pulls away then, and licks his lips carefully and smirks as Wu Fan’s gaze follow the action hungrily. He looks pissed, though, that Baekhyun even considered stopping, and demands, “Why did you stop?”
Baekhyun stands, fingers curling back around Wu Fan’s length and watches bemusedly as he lets out a shaky breath, the annoyance in his eyes fading into pleasure, and Baekhyun kisses the side of his mouth. “I have other ideas,” he says simply, and Wu Fan stares at him, curious.
“Oh?” he says, slowly kisses Baekhyun back, lips warm against Baekhyun’s. “LIke what?”
“I want to make you beg,” Baekhyun tells him seriously, and Wu Fan moans instinctively, and Baekhyun grins, rubbing his thumb against the tip of his cock until Wu Fan is clenching his hands into his elbows.
“Fuck,” he hisses and Baekhyun catches his lips in a bruising kiss, uses Wu Fan’s distraction to steer him toward his bed. Wu Fan falls back against the mattress with an oof and Baekhyun crawls right on top of him, thigh sliding between his legs and Wu Fan keens at the rough feeling of Baekhyun’s jeans against his skin.
Baekhyun rids him of the rest of his clothes, until Wu Fan lies naked beneath him, all long, gorgeous limbs, chest rising and falling in short breaths as he wraps his own hand over Baekhyun’s on his cock and pulls himself off.
“Don’t come yet,” Baekhyun warns, and he climbs off the bed to grab lube from the drawer at his desk in the corner. Wu Fan is watching him with dark eyes when he returns and Baekhyun pushes his knees apart, coats his fingers with the substance and wraps them back around Wu Fan’s cock. Wu Fan’s hips move up into the pressure instantly, the slickness from the lube making it even better, and his fingers clench into the sheets at his sides.
Baekhyun works his mouth down his chest, sucking softly against heated skin, and he bites down against his hipbone, breath tickling along quivering thighs until Wu Fan mutters, “Please.”
Baekhyun grins, and blinks up innocently at Wu Fan like he doesn’t have any idea what he’s talking about. “Please, what?” he asks, and Wu Fan looks torn between furious and desperate. His jaw sets in a hard line and Baekhyun knows he’s trying to hold out as long as he can, but Baekhyun’s okay with that. He likes unwinding him, taking him apart piece by piece until Wu Fan is all but writhing beneath him and crying out his name. “Please what, Wu Fan?” he asks, again. “I won’t know unless you tell me.”
“Stop teasing,” Wu Fan whispers after a long stretch of silence and Baekhyun chuckles, and Wu Fan’s body jumps from the light heat of his breath against his cock.
Deciding to go easy on him for now, Baekhyun squeezes more lube onto his fingers and pushes Wu Fan’s knees apart, slipping his hand between his legs. At the first finger he presses in, Wu Fan groans out his name like it’s being pulled straight from his throat, and Baekhyun swallows thickly, eyes widening as he takes in the sight. His own arousal is starting to get painful and he's not sure how much longer he can hold out. He grabs Wu Fan's cock with his other hand and strokes in time to his finger pressing in and out and Wu Fan's breath comes out in short gasps.
"Do you want more?" Baekhyun asks and Wu Fan stares at him like he's insane. Baekhyun stares at him expectantly and adds after a moment, "Then beg for it."
Wu Fan narrows his eyes and he replies, “What makes you think I’m going to?”
Baekhyun hums in amusement and presses a second finger into Wu Fan, crooking them inside and pushing in deeper. Wu Fan tries to bite back a moan but fails, and Baekhyun smiles. “I think I know you pretty well by now,” he says, and he works him open a little faster, a little harder, watches as Wu Fan’s body trembles in pleasure. He still won’t beg, though, and Baekhyun frowns, wondering if Wu Fan’s gotten used to his torment.
He leans up and finds Wu Fan’s mouth with his own, kisses down the deep groans. Wu Fan’s fingers clench into his hair again, and one hand slides down his bare back, fingernails scratching along the skin delightfully and Baekhyun lets out a soft whimper, hips bucking up against Wu Fan’s thigh.
“You want to come, too, right?” Wu Fan says, slides his thumb along the skin just above the waist of Baekhyun’s jeans. “So stop fucking teasing.”
“I don’t think so,” Baekhyun replies, and he’s got a third finger inside of Wu Fan, who bites down on Baekhyun’s lip in surprise. The bitter tang of blood falls on Baekhyun’s tongue, and he only kisses Wu Fan harder in response, and fucks him deeper with long fingers. He can sense that Wu Fan is nearly at his limit, tiny tremors shaking through his body, and he grips onto Baekhyun’s waist tightly with one big hand.
“Fuck,” Wu Fan says, as Baekhyun works his way down his neck and chest, tongue flicking over a nipple. “Fuck, just--please, please--”
Baekhyun arches a brow expectantly, and his fingers find that spot inside of Wu Fan that has him nearly keening against the sheets.
“Please, fuck, let me come,” Wu Fan begs, finally, finally giving in, and the sound is like music to Baekhyun’s ears. “Baekhyun, I need to come, just let me come, I--”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Baekhyun teases, and Wu Fan growls low in his throat, reaching out to yank Baekhyun back into a kiss with a hand fisted in his hair. Their teeth clash together and it makes Baekhyun’s head spin, a little, but Wu Fan’s kissing him too hard to focus on the dull pain. He fucks him harder with his fingers, and Wu Fan rolls his hips down into the pressure, so close that Baekhyun can feel it.
“Faster, please, please,” Wu Fan gasps, and Baekhyun obliges, and Wu Fan grabs his hand that has stilled around his cock and helps stroke him off, moaning, “More, more, please, make me come, Baekhyun,” into Baekhyun’s ear.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun breathes against Wu Fan’s lips, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he drinks in the sight of Wu Fan shuddering and whimpering, his eyes clenched tight and his mouth parted open, lips wet and shiny with spit. It’s really too much to take and Baekhyun needs Wu Fan to finish so he can come himself. He grips him a little tighter, presses his fingers in a little deeper, and says, “Come for me.”
And Wu Fan does, coming hard in spurts over his and Baekhyun’s combined fingers and chest, his groan muffled by Baekhyun’s lips, free hand clenched tight into the bedsheets as his whole body seems to vibrate in pure, pure pleasure.
Baekhyun pulls back as Wu Fan sags against the bed, blinking tiredly as he stares up at Baekhyun and catches his breath. Baekhyun slips his fingers from him and Wu Fan gasps from the loss, and he quickly undoes his own jeans to take care of his erection. Before he gets a hand around himself, Wu Fan’s knocking it away with his own, and it doesn’t take long at all, Wu Fan’s big hand fitting perfectly around him and jacking him off in a few quick strokes. Baekhyun groans into the crook of Wu Fan’s neck, fingernails digging into Wu Fan’s arm, and Wu Fan lets out a soft chuckle as he pulls away.
“Next time, I’m fucking making you beg,” Wu Fan says and Baekhyun laughs, loud and happy and sated. He curls up against Wu Fan’s side and replies, “I’d like to see you try.”
note: um yeah idk ;_; thank you for reading~ ♥
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Note: PWP. 2041 words. For the begging square on kink_bingo, though idk I think I failed. Oh well, I just wanted to write some Baekris. T_T Hope you enjoy. :3 terrible title is terrible i'm sorry
Wu Fan may be a lot taller than him, but he’s still easy to push up against the wall and yank down by the collar of his shirt so that Baekhyun only has to lean up a little to catch his lips in a fierce kiss. Wu Fan’s big hands settle at his waist and pull him close, thigh sliding between Baekhyun’s legs, and Baekhyun drinks down a low moan that makes him smirk against Wu Fan’s lips.
Baekhyun twists Wu Fan’s shirt in his hands, despite knowing just how much Wu Fan hates that, and breaks away to catch his breath, letting Wu Fan trail his lips along his jaw and down his neck, teeth scraping gently at skin. Wu Fan’s fingers slide up under his shirt and they’re so warm against his skin, and Baekhyun steps back, arms raising above his head so Wu Fan can strip him. He returns the favor, Wu Fan’s shirt falling to the floor with his, and then Wu Fan is tugging him back, fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. Baekhyun kisses him deeply, tongues sliding together, hot and heavy, and he works open the fastenings on Wu Fan’s pants.
They don’t really have a lot of time, having slipped away from the rest of the group when everyone was busy, but they’re all quick to notice when someone is missing and it probably won’t be long before someone comes looking. Baekhyun hurriedly tugs Wu Fan’s clothes down his legs and wraps a hand around his hardening erection and strokes him from base to tip.
“Shit,” Wu Fan mutters under his breath, his fingers splaying across Baekhyun’s stomach, and Baekhyun really likes the way Wu Fan starts to come apart, head falling back against the wall and exposing his throat to Baekhyun’s mouth. Baekhyun strokes him slow and deliberately, swiping his thumb across the wetness at the tip and sliding back down, until Wu Fan is groaning and gripping tight at Baekhyun’s shoulder, fingernails digging into the skin.
That’s when Baekhyun smirks, leaning in to whisper into Wu Fan’s ear, “What do you want?”
“I think that’s obvious,” Wu Fan hisses, bucking his hips up into Baekhyun’s hand, but when Baekhyun just blinks at him like he doesn't know what he means, he grits his teeth and says, “Suck me off.”
“Only if you ask for it,” Baekhyun says lightly, and he very much likes how Wu Fan glares at him, because Baekhyun knows how much Wu Fan hates this, hates it when Baekhyun makes him do it, even though Baekhyun’s pretty positive he secretly loves it. Baekhyun just likes pushing Wu Fan’s buttons, likes being the one to make him fall apart, drawing out the deep moans and breathless gasps, the way he cries out Baekhyun’s name as he comes.
Wen Wu Fan keeps silent, Baekhyun raises a brow and slowly drags his fingers along Wu Fan’s cock, and Wu Fan shudders throughout his whole body. “Fuck, Baekhyun,” he grits out, “please, please, put your mouth on me.”
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Baekhyun says and he drops to his knees and without preamble, slides his tongue along Wu Fan’s dick. Wu Fan’s deep groan seems to shake the walls of the bedroom, and his hips jerk instinctively, but Baekhyun grabs them and pins him back against the wall which Wu Fan doesn’t seem to like one bit, staring unhappily down at Baekhyun. But Baekhyun just smiles and takes Wu Fan into his mouth, sucking softly and tasting the bitter precome on his tongue.
“Oh god,” Wu Fan breathes, hands threading through Baekhyun’s hair and pulling, because Wu Fan knows how much Baekhyun likes that.
Baekhyun just groans around him, feels the way Wu Fan twitches on his tongue and takes in a little more. Wu Fan’s groans are low and deep and they fuel Baekhyun on, pulling back to suck at the head, tongue swiping over the tip before he swallows him down again. He rubs his thumb into the curve of his hipbone as Wu Fan’s grip in his hair gets even tighter, and Baekhyun loves the flush that’s crawling up his chest, Wu Fan’s eyes a little hazy as he stares down at him.
He pulls away then, and licks his lips carefully and smirks as Wu Fan’s gaze follow the action hungrily. He looks pissed, though, that Baekhyun even considered stopping, and demands, “Why did you stop?”
Baekhyun stands, fingers curling back around Wu Fan’s length and watches bemusedly as he lets out a shaky breath, the annoyance in his eyes fading into pleasure, and Baekhyun kisses the side of his mouth. “I have other ideas,” he says simply, and Wu Fan stares at him, curious.
“Oh?” he says, slowly kisses Baekhyun back, lips warm against Baekhyun’s. “LIke what?”
“I want to make you beg,” Baekhyun tells him seriously, and Wu Fan moans instinctively, and Baekhyun grins, rubbing his thumb against the tip of his cock until Wu Fan is clenching his hands into his elbows.
“Fuck,” he hisses and Baekhyun catches his lips in a bruising kiss, uses Wu Fan’s distraction to steer him toward his bed. Wu Fan falls back against the mattress with an oof and Baekhyun crawls right on top of him, thigh sliding between his legs and Wu Fan keens at the rough feeling of Baekhyun’s jeans against his skin.
Baekhyun rids him of the rest of his clothes, until Wu Fan lies naked beneath him, all long, gorgeous limbs, chest rising and falling in short breaths as he wraps his own hand over Baekhyun’s on his cock and pulls himself off.
“Don’t come yet,” Baekhyun warns, and he climbs off the bed to grab lube from the drawer at his desk in the corner. Wu Fan is watching him with dark eyes when he returns and Baekhyun pushes his knees apart, coats his fingers with the substance and wraps them back around Wu Fan’s cock. Wu Fan’s hips move up into the pressure instantly, the slickness from the lube making it even better, and his fingers clench into the sheets at his sides.
Baekhyun works his mouth down his chest, sucking softly against heated skin, and he bites down against his hipbone, breath tickling along quivering thighs until Wu Fan mutters, “Please.”
Baekhyun grins, and blinks up innocently at Wu Fan like he doesn’t have any idea what he’s talking about. “Please, what?” he asks, and Wu Fan looks torn between furious and desperate. His jaw sets in a hard line and Baekhyun knows he’s trying to hold out as long as he can, but Baekhyun’s okay with that. He likes unwinding him, taking him apart piece by piece until Wu Fan is all but writhing beneath him and crying out his name. “Please what, Wu Fan?” he asks, again. “I won’t know unless you tell me.”
“Stop teasing,” Wu Fan whispers after a long stretch of silence and Baekhyun chuckles, and Wu Fan’s body jumps from the light heat of his breath against his cock.
Deciding to go easy on him for now, Baekhyun squeezes more lube onto his fingers and pushes Wu Fan’s knees apart, slipping his hand between his legs. At the first finger he presses in, Wu Fan groans out his name like it’s being pulled straight from his throat, and Baekhyun swallows thickly, eyes widening as he takes in the sight. His own arousal is starting to get painful and he's not sure how much longer he can hold out. He grabs Wu Fan's cock with his other hand and strokes in time to his finger pressing in and out and Wu Fan's breath comes out in short gasps.
"Do you want more?" Baekhyun asks and Wu Fan stares at him like he's insane. Baekhyun stares at him expectantly and adds after a moment, "Then beg for it."
Wu Fan narrows his eyes and he replies, “What makes you think I’m going to?”
Baekhyun hums in amusement and presses a second finger into Wu Fan, crooking them inside and pushing in deeper. Wu Fan tries to bite back a moan but fails, and Baekhyun smiles. “I think I know you pretty well by now,” he says, and he works him open a little faster, a little harder, watches as Wu Fan’s body trembles in pleasure. He still won’t beg, though, and Baekhyun frowns, wondering if Wu Fan’s gotten used to his torment.
He leans up and finds Wu Fan’s mouth with his own, kisses down the deep groans. Wu Fan’s fingers clench into his hair again, and one hand slides down his bare back, fingernails scratching along the skin delightfully and Baekhyun lets out a soft whimper, hips bucking up against Wu Fan’s thigh.
“You want to come, too, right?” Wu Fan says, slides his thumb along the skin just above the waist of Baekhyun’s jeans. “So stop fucking teasing.”
“I don’t think so,” Baekhyun replies, and he’s got a third finger inside of Wu Fan, who bites down on Baekhyun’s lip in surprise. The bitter tang of blood falls on Baekhyun’s tongue, and he only kisses Wu Fan harder in response, and fucks him deeper with long fingers. He can sense that Wu Fan is nearly at his limit, tiny tremors shaking through his body, and he grips onto Baekhyun’s waist tightly with one big hand.
“Fuck,” Wu Fan says, as Baekhyun works his way down his neck and chest, tongue flicking over a nipple. “Fuck, just--please, please--”
Baekhyun arches a brow expectantly, and his fingers find that spot inside of Wu Fan that has him nearly keening against the sheets.
“Please, fuck, let me come,” Wu Fan begs, finally, finally giving in, and the sound is like music to Baekhyun’s ears. “Baekhyun, I need to come, just let me come, I--”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Baekhyun teases, and Wu Fan growls low in his throat, reaching out to yank Baekhyun back into a kiss with a hand fisted in his hair. Their teeth clash together and it makes Baekhyun’s head spin, a little, but Wu Fan’s kissing him too hard to focus on the dull pain. He fucks him harder with his fingers, and Wu Fan rolls his hips down into the pressure, so close that Baekhyun can feel it.
“Faster, please, please,” Wu Fan gasps, and Baekhyun obliges, and Wu Fan grabs his hand that has stilled around his cock and helps stroke him off, moaning, “More, more, please, make me come, Baekhyun,” into Baekhyun’s ear.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun breathes against Wu Fan’s lips, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he drinks in the sight of Wu Fan shuddering and whimpering, his eyes clenched tight and his mouth parted open, lips wet and shiny with spit. It’s really too much to take and Baekhyun needs Wu Fan to finish so he can come himself. He grips him a little tighter, presses his fingers in a little deeper, and says, “Come for me.”
And Wu Fan does, coming hard in spurts over his and Baekhyun’s combined fingers and chest, his groan muffled by Baekhyun’s lips, free hand clenched tight into the bedsheets as his whole body seems to vibrate in pure, pure pleasure.
Baekhyun pulls back as Wu Fan sags against the bed, blinking tiredly as he stares up at Baekhyun and catches his breath. Baekhyun slips his fingers from him and Wu Fan gasps from the loss, and he quickly undoes his own jeans to take care of his erection. Before he gets a hand around himself, Wu Fan’s knocking it away with his own, and it doesn’t take long at all, Wu Fan’s big hand fitting perfectly around him and jacking him off in a few quick strokes. Baekhyun groans into the crook of Wu Fan’s neck, fingernails digging into Wu Fan’s arm, and Wu Fan lets out a soft chuckle as he pulls away.
“Next time, I’m fucking making you beg,” Wu Fan says and Baekhyun laughs, loud and happy and sated. He curls up against Wu Fan’s side and replies, “I’d like to see you try.”
note: um yeah idk ;_; thank you for reading~ ♥