[oneshot] there's a haze behind my eyes
Title: there's a haze behind my eyes
Pairing: baekhyun/do/chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, au
Warnings: swearing, sex, dubcon, hazing, genderswap
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekhyun and chanyeol take care of kyungsoo's sorority initiation. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 1,495 words.
When Baekhyun meets her at the house and slips a blindfold over her eyes, Kyungsoo isn't really expecting anything more than a quick sojourn through campus in some ridiculous get-up, or maybe having to stand out in the March chill with short-shorts on for a couple of hours.
There is, though. More.
Pi Phi's one of the newer sororities on campus, isn't as notorious for its hazing as Phi Mu or Theta. Baekhyun'd seemed charmingly sweet at all the rush events, as welcoming as any veep. Her hand curls steadily around Kyungsoo's wrist. Everything they've had to do so far (cooking, cleaning, laundry, shit Kyungsoo could fly through in her sleep) has been pretty tame, but hell week's supposed to be at the end of the month. Rumors about it had circulated through the pledge class in low murmurs all weekend. Kyungsoo'd expected this, and the blood's still thundering in her ears, heartbeat fluttering like a bird in her ribcage.
Baekhyun's hand tightens around her arm when Kyungsoo's foot hits the edge of a stair. "Hey," comes a familiar, husky voice over her head as she's led up the steps to the second floor. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo thinks, and then publicity and fundraising chair. They'd had a test about the executive board at the last pledge meeting. If Baekhyun was sweet and inviting then Chanyeol was dedicated and aggressive, the type of dogged personality that made people want to rush Pi Phi, like it was the best thing that could ever happen to them.
Kyungsoo opens her mouth to say something in greeting, but a dry hand covers it before she can get anything out. "Shh," Baekhyun says, amused. "Don't speak."
Kyungsoo clamps her mouth shut again.
"Good girl." They stop for a moment. The squeak of a door opening floats up over the creaking floorboards, and then Baekhyun's tugging her through it.
The hand over her mouth trails down her chest and reaches around to brush firmly against her ass. The backs of Kyungsoo's knees hit something-chair? couch?-and she sits down automatically, feet tucked underneath the furniture.
"I'm sure you've heard," Chanyeol's saying, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, "about Initiation."
"Yes," Kyungsoo says, and swallows when Baekhyun's grip on her wrist is replaced with something cold and metallic. Cuffs, she thinks wildly, and the answering click of the second ring around the wooden post brushing against her knuckles tells her all she needs to know. Her other arm's trussed up in similar fashion, both of them stretched just high enough behind her to be uncomfortable, edging on painful. Her shirt rides up a little and she can feel goose pimples forming along her abdomen.
"Do you know what the most critical thing about joining a sorority is?"
"Um," Kyungsoo says, licking her lips, "dedication to-uh, serving the community?"
Baekhyun laughs. The clear sound echoes off the walls of the room. "Nice try," she says, not unkind. "Chanyeol."
Warm hands flit under Kyungsoo's skirt and tug at the waistband of her panties. Oh, she thinks helplessly as they slide off. Her ankles get cuffed too, legs spread out so wide that the tops of her thighs ache a little.
"The most important thing," Baekhyun continues, calm and lilting, "is that you have to be able to trust us. Trust that we know what's best for you. That we'll take care of you." She pauses. Chanyeol's hands settle on Kyungsoo's hips, thumb caressing circles into her skin. "So-do you?"
Full lips land on the crease of her thigh and Kyungsoo feels heat rushing to her stomach, her toes curling. Yes? No? Her mouth falls open and the only thing that comes out is a whining exhale.
"Stop fucking around, Chanyeol," Baekhyun says serenely. "Eat her out."
Chanyeol chuckles between her legs, kissing her clit, and the noise rumbles up through the rest of Kyungsoo's body like an electric shock. Chanyeol licks a stripe along the slit, tongue curling into the opening. The cuffs cut into the knobs of Kyungsoo's ankles as she jerks against them, eyes clenching shut behind the blindfold. Chanyeol doesn't waste time, eats pussy with the same kind of brash, single-minded focus that she seemed to display in every other aspect of life, every flash of her smile and nod of her head. Her hands shift down and squeeze around Kyungsoo's thighs.
"Vibrator," Baekhyun calls. Kyungsoo gasps, is allowed a half-second to think, fuck, before something cool and smooth nudges the soaked folds of her cunt. Chanyeol slides it in slowly, her thumb still pressed insistently against Kyungsoo's clit. When she flicks it on, Kyungsoo's head sags forward, a long whimper drawn out from between her lips.
Fabric rustles, and then Chanyeol's kissing her. Kyungsoo can taste her own clean wetness on Chanyeol's tongue, sharp and tangy. Their noses bump together and Chanyeol swallows the next moan that dredges up from Kyungsoo's chest, lips curling. The skin at her wrists and ankles feels raw, but a good kind of raw, the kind that shoots spirals of pleasure down her spine with every rub. Chanyeol pulls the vibrator out and slams it back in and Kyungsoo's teeth scrape hard against Chanyeol's tongue. The metallic taste of blood mixes in with saliva and cum, and Chanyeol jerks her head away.
"Shit," Kyungsoo hears her say. "She bit me."
"Careful," Baekhyun returns drily.
"Sorry," Kyungsoo gasps.
A hand pats her sweaty hair. "Nah," Chanyeol says, and Kyungsoo can hear the grin in her voice. "It was kind of hot."
After a moment, she continues thrusting with the vibrator. Kyungsoo's nipples twinge and her cunt throbs with every twist of the toy inside her, clenching with Chanyeol's rhythm. The pressure in her abdomen starts building up in increments, and she can feel-
"Ice cubes," Baekhyun says, voice breaking just a bit on the last word, and Kyungsoo inhales sharply. The vibrator slides out of her pussy and Kyungsoo groans at the loss.
There's the sound of a bag being ripped open. Hands reach out to unbutton Kyungsoo's shirt, push the cotton from her shoulders up around her sore elbows. Thin fingers unclasp her bra. Her breasts pop free, heaving in time with each long pant.
"Has anyone ever told you you've got a fantastic rack?" Chanyeol breathes, cupping them appreciatively, and Kyungsoo almost laughs.
The ice lands on the heated skin of her right breast and her nipple fucking leaps to attention. She nearly bites through her own lip, torso straining forward against the cuffs around her wrists, and Chanyeol traces the ice along her chest until beads of moisture are trickling down to pool in her lap, dripping through the material of her skirt. When she leans in to kiss her again there's ice in her mouth too, counterpoint to the pulsing burn between Kyungsoo's legs.
"That's enough," Baekhyun says at last, words a little ragged around the edges. "Make her come."
All it takes is three fingers up her cunt and the flick of a thumb against her clit and she's trembling apart in Chanyeol's arms, flushing from the rush of wetness, blindfold damp with sweat. Fingers smooth her bangs back, and Baekhyun's murmuring, "You did so well," as someone uncuffs her limbs.
They move around and redress her and then the blindfold's coming off. Kyungsoo blinks in the low light, makes out the rest of the executive board sitting on the far side of the room: Kris the chapter president, Joonmyun the secretary, Lu Han the treasurer. Joonmyun sends her a friendly wave and Kyungsoo's cheeks burn. She kind of wants to hop into a hole and never reemerge-but then Baekhyun and Chanyeol are grinning at her and it's all she can see. A bit of blood's smeared across one of Chanyeol's canines. Kyungsoo suppresses the urge to reach out and brush it away.
"You passed," Baekhyun says, pinning something to her crumpled shirt. "Congratulations. Welcome to Pi Phi."
Kyungsoo's legs quiver as she stands, rubbing at the red circles around her wrists. "Thank you?"
"Go home and get some sleep," Chanyeol suggests, and the two of them walk her down the stairs to the entrance. "Big day tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Kyungsoo repeats feebly.
Baekhyun arches an eyebrow, ponytail bobbing as she cocks her head. "Initiation's all week," she explains. "You were first. Since you're a sister now, you'll have to sit in on all the rest." Kyungsoo's stomach somersaults up to her throat. The corner of Baekhyun's mouth twitches at the look on her face. "Come on," she cajoles. "Don't you trust us?"
"I'm, uh, going," Kyungsoo squeaks, and scurries out the door. "See you!"
"You think we scared her too much?" Baekhyun asks, watching her sprint down the street.
"She'll be fine," Chanyeol says, still grinning. "Tough cookie. It's why we picked her." She slings an arm over Baekhyun's shoulder and swallows around the faint tang of blood in her mouth as they turn back inside.
fin
Pairing: baekhyun/do/chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, au
Warnings: swearing, sex, dubcon, hazing, genderswap
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekhyun and chanyeol take care of kyungsoo's sorority initiation. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 1,495 words.
When Baekhyun meets her at the house and slips a blindfold over her eyes, Kyungsoo isn't really expecting anything more than a quick sojourn through campus in some ridiculous get-up, or maybe having to stand out in the March chill with short-shorts on for a couple of hours.
There is, though. More.
Pi Phi's one of the newer sororities on campus, isn't as notorious for its hazing as Phi Mu or Theta. Baekhyun'd seemed charmingly sweet at all the rush events, as welcoming as any veep. Her hand curls steadily around Kyungsoo's wrist. Everything they've had to do so far (cooking, cleaning, laundry, shit Kyungsoo could fly through in her sleep) has been pretty tame, but hell week's supposed to be at the end of the month. Rumors about it had circulated through the pledge class in low murmurs all weekend. Kyungsoo'd expected this, and the blood's still thundering in her ears, heartbeat fluttering like a bird in her ribcage.
Baekhyun's hand tightens around her arm when Kyungsoo's foot hits the edge of a stair. "Hey," comes a familiar, husky voice over her head as she's led up the steps to the second floor. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo thinks, and then publicity and fundraising chair. They'd had a test about the executive board at the last pledge meeting. If Baekhyun was sweet and inviting then Chanyeol was dedicated and aggressive, the type of dogged personality that made people want to rush Pi Phi, like it was the best thing that could ever happen to them.
Kyungsoo opens her mouth to say something in greeting, but a dry hand covers it before she can get anything out. "Shh," Baekhyun says, amused. "Don't speak."
Kyungsoo clamps her mouth shut again.
"Good girl." They stop for a moment. The squeak of a door opening floats up over the creaking floorboards, and then Baekhyun's tugging her through it.
The hand over her mouth trails down her chest and reaches around to brush firmly against her ass. The backs of Kyungsoo's knees hit something-chair? couch?-and she sits down automatically, feet tucked underneath the furniture.
"I'm sure you've heard," Chanyeol's saying, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, "about Initiation."
"Yes," Kyungsoo says, and swallows when Baekhyun's grip on her wrist is replaced with something cold and metallic. Cuffs, she thinks wildly, and the answering click of the second ring around the wooden post brushing against her knuckles tells her all she needs to know. Her other arm's trussed up in similar fashion, both of them stretched just high enough behind her to be uncomfortable, edging on painful. Her shirt rides up a little and she can feel goose pimples forming along her abdomen.
"Do you know what the most critical thing about joining a sorority is?"
"Um," Kyungsoo says, licking her lips, "dedication to-uh, serving the community?"
Baekhyun laughs. The clear sound echoes off the walls of the room. "Nice try," she says, not unkind. "Chanyeol."
Warm hands flit under Kyungsoo's skirt and tug at the waistband of her panties. Oh, she thinks helplessly as they slide off. Her ankles get cuffed too, legs spread out so wide that the tops of her thighs ache a little.
"The most important thing," Baekhyun continues, calm and lilting, "is that you have to be able to trust us. Trust that we know what's best for you. That we'll take care of you." She pauses. Chanyeol's hands settle on Kyungsoo's hips, thumb caressing circles into her skin. "So-do you?"
Full lips land on the crease of her thigh and Kyungsoo feels heat rushing to her stomach, her toes curling. Yes? No? Her mouth falls open and the only thing that comes out is a whining exhale.
"Stop fucking around, Chanyeol," Baekhyun says serenely. "Eat her out."
Chanyeol chuckles between her legs, kissing her clit, and the noise rumbles up through the rest of Kyungsoo's body like an electric shock. Chanyeol licks a stripe along the slit, tongue curling into the opening. The cuffs cut into the knobs of Kyungsoo's ankles as she jerks against them, eyes clenching shut behind the blindfold. Chanyeol doesn't waste time, eats pussy with the same kind of brash, single-minded focus that she seemed to display in every other aspect of life, every flash of her smile and nod of her head. Her hands shift down and squeeze around Kyungsoo's thighs.
"Vibrator," Baekhyun calls. Kyungsoo gasps, is allowed a half-second to think, fuck, before something cool and smooth nudges the soaked folds of her cunt. Chanyeol slides it in slowly, her thumb still pressed insistently against Kyungsoo's clit. When she flicks it on, Kyungsoo's head sags forward, a long whimper drawn out from between her lips.
Fabric rustles, and then Chanyeol's kissing her. Kyungsoo can taste her own clean wetness on Chanyeol's tongue, sharp and tangy. Their noses bump together and Chanyeol swallows the next moan that dredges up from Kyungsoo's chest, lips curling. The skin at her wrists and ankles feels raw, but a good kind of raw, the kind that shoots spirals of pleasure down her spine with every rub. Chanyeol pulls the vibrator out and slams it back in and Kyungsoo's teeth scrape hard against Chanyeol's tongue. The metallic taste of blood mixes in with saliva and cum, and Chanyeol jerks her head away.
"Shit," Kyungsoo hears her say. "She bit me."
"Careful," Baekhyun returns drily.
"Sorry," Kyungsoo gasps.
A hand pats her sweaty hair. "Nah," Chanyeol says, and Kyungsoo can hear the grin in her voice. "It was kind of hot."
After a moment, she continues thrusting with the vibrator. Kyungsoo's nipples twinge and her cunt throbs with every twist of the toy inside her, clenching with Chanyeol's rhythm. The pressure in her abdomen starts building up in increments, and she can feel-
"Ice cubes," Baekhyun says, voice breaking just a bit on the last word, and Kyungsoo inhales sharply. The vibrator slides out of her pussy and Kyungsoo groans at the loss.
There's the sound of a bag being ripped open. Hands reach out to unbutton Kyungsoo's shirt, push the cotton from her shoulders up around her sore elbows. Thin fingers unclasp her bra. Her breasts pop free, heaving in time with each long pant.
"Has anyone ever told you you've got a fantastic rack?" Chanyeol breathes, cupping them appreciatively, and Kyungsoo almost laughs.
The ice lands on the heated skin of her right breast and her nipple fucking leaps to attention. She nearly bites through her own lip, torso straining forward against the cuffs around her wrists, and Chanyeol traces the ice along her chest until beads of moisture are trickling down to pool in her lap, dripping through the material of her skirt. When she leans in to kiss her again there's ice in her mouth too, counterpoint to the pulsing burn between Kyungsoo's legs.
"That's enough," Baekhyun says at last, words a little ragged around the edges. "Make her come."
All it takes is three fingers up her cunt and the flick of a thumb against her clit and she's trembling apart in Chanyeol's arms, flushing from the rush of wetness, blindfold damp with sweat. Fingers smooth her bangs back, and Baekhyun's murmuring, "You did so well," as someone uncuffs her limbs.
They move around and redress her and then the blindfold's coming off. Kyungsoo blinks in the low light, makes out the rest of the executive board sitting on the far side of the room: Kris the chapter president, Joonmyun the secretary, Lu Han the treasurer. Joonmyun sends her a friendly wave and Kyungsoo's cheeks burn. She kind of wants to hop into a hole and never reemerge-but then Baekhyun and Chanyeol are grinning at her and it's all she can see. A bit of blood's smeared across one of Chanyeol's canines. Kyungsoo suppresses the urge to reach out and brush it away.
"You passed," Baekhyun says, pinning something to her crumpled shirt. "Congratulations. Welcome to Pi Phi."
Kyungsoo's legs quiver as she stands, rubbing at the red circles around her wrists. "Thank you?"
"Go home and get some sleep," Chanyeol suggests, and the two of them walk her down the stairs to the entrance. "Big day tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Kyungsoo repeats feebly.
Baekhyun arches an eyebrow, ponytail bobbing as she cocks her head. "Initiation's all week," she explains. "You were first. Since you're a sister now, you'll have to sit in on all the rest." Kyungsoo's stomach somersaults up to her throat. The corner of Baekhyun's mouth twitches at the look on her face. "Come on," she cajoles. "Don't you trust us?"
"I'm, uh, going," Kyungsoo squeaks, and scurries out the door. "See you!"
"You think we scared her too much?" Baekhyun asks, watching her sprint down the street.
"She'll be fine," Chanyeol says, still grinning. "Tough cookie. It's why we picked her." She slings an arm over Baekhyun's shoulder and swallows around the faint tang of blood in her mouth as they turn back inside.
fin