kpopv fills
Title: risk and reward
Pairing: seungri/dara
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex (mildly under the influence)
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: she leads and he follows. set in 2009. written for corpuscallos_m for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 1,271 words.
The flat screen TV Teddy's leaning against looks huge from where Seungri's sprawled across the couch. He didn't know Jinu could afford this shit on an A&R budget, but then, maybe Jinu was still getting royalties or something. He should ask about that later. Seunghyun's squinting at all the furniture in the apartment like he's getting ideas. Tasteful ideas. Jinu's face swims when it leans in close. "Nice place, hyung," Seungri hiccups into the armrest. "Didn't expect-it to be so classy."
A disembodied hand reaches down to pluck the plastic cup out of Seungri's grip. "You're done, kid," Jinu says, voice echoing. "Try not to puke on the sofa." He sounds amused. Granted, Seungri's more than a little tipsy. A warm fuzzy feeling washes through his head. It takes him a long minute to remember why they're even here: music show, 2NE1 winning, the encore, the van ride to Jinu's because it was closest and he had enough alcohol to spare.
Jinu arranges Seungri in a vaguely upright position before floating over to where Jiyong's talking to Bom. Across the room, Dara disappears down the hall toward where the bathroom should be. Bathroom. Water. That sounds good. Seungri climbs to his feet, head clearing a bit as he weaves between the other people in the room.
The bathroom door's cracked open when he gets there. He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and pushes inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights hanging above the mirror.
"Didn't think to knock?" comes Dara's voice as the door clicks behind him. She's grinning, though, long hair out of its braid and falling over her shoulder as she dries her hands on one of Jinu's maroon hand towels. Even the towels look classy through his beer goggles, what the fuck. Seungri plucks absently at one of them before his mind focuses again.
"Sorry, noona," he says, swallowing. She lets him scoot around her to get to the sink. The first splash of water on his face makes him feel a little less woozy, a little more functional, enough that it registers that he's alone in a bathroom with Park Sandara, known dongsaeng killer, and she's smiling at him.
Shit. There are a bunch of ways he could play this: sly, coy, oblivious. Don't fuck it up, Lee Seungri. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about it before. Maybe not this exact situation, but Dara's the kind of effortless beautiful that's always been impossible to ignore. He's still woodenly splashing water on his face in an attempt to stall when she speaks up again. "So," she says, almost playful. "Are you going to do anything?"
"Huh?" he says, raising his head. A drop of water rolls down the bridge of his nose.
"Hm," Dara says, bobbing forward on the balls of her feet. She's still just skating over chin-level like this, eyes sparkling up at him. "We won on Inkigayo. You haven't even said congratulations."
"Oh," Seungri says. He knows how to talk about this. "Of course. You did good, noona. Nice lives. I was impressed."
"Thanks," Dara says. The grin she flashes at him next feels more natural. Relaxed. Or maybe Seungri just feels more relaxed himself, because he doesn't tense when her hand settles against the inside of his elbow. "I appreciate it."
He licks his lips. She watches the swipe of his tongue with interest. "Noona?"
Dara rolls her eyes. "What are you waiting for?" she asks. A beat later, she rises up on her toes, tilts her head to the side, and slots their mouths together.
For a moment all Seungri can think is that it's very warm. Dara's lips are soft and wet but she pushes forward with purpose. He groans when the marble counter starts digging into his spine, and his hands come up to fold around her waist. She takes the opportunity to flick her tongue into his mouth, running smooth and slick behind his teeth.
When Dara pulls back, he's breathing hard. There's a flush running across the apples of Dara's cheeks. "I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?" she asks, raising a perfect eyebrow.
Seungri turns them around and lifts her clean onto the counter, heart pounding in his throat. His fingers fumble with the button of her jeans. "Do you have-condom-"
She pins him with a sideways glance, as if to ask are you serious?
"Okay," he says, sliding her pants down. "Okay." Think. Improvise. The only real logical conclusion here is pretty simple. His head's cleared up enough by now that it doesn't spin when he bends down. Dara's underwear's thin and flimsy, and he hooks a finger under the waistband. Her legs open wider as she scoots forward to balance on the edge of the counter, trimmed pubes peeking out over the edge. When Seungri breathes in, he can smell the faint whiff of her arousal as he tugs her panties down to mid-thigh.
Fingers slide into Seungri's hair and reel him in. He licks a tentative stripe up the center of Dara's cunt and hears her sigh into it, sticky, tangy fluid gathered at the tip of his tongue. He knows stuff from porn he's watched and things he's heard the hyungs talk about, what to do when presented with the opportunity to eat a girl out, but everything seems to have flown right out the window. This shit always happened during the moment of truth. But Seungri doesn't have time to dwell on it for very long; Dara makes an insistent noise from above him and he ducks his head again, tongue dipping into the heat of her pussy, more confident this time, broad licks from base all the way up to her clit until her thighs are squeezing around his head and the fingers in his hair are twisting hard enough to sting.
He brings a hand up and pushes a thumb against her clit as he thrusts his tongue in deeper. When Dara's hips start rocking forward he lets her ride his face, too dazed to do anything but suck, nose pressed into her hair, legs burning from the awkward position, stomach clenching as his dick twitches in his pants. He can barely breathe, Dara all around him, lips drenched with her come. Her thighs close around his head so hard his ears start to ring.
When she comes, her body's bent over his head, long hair tickling the back of his neck. Her legs tremble as they unclench from around his head, and Seungri dips forward to tongue her cunt again. He grins when she shudders, the heel of her foot knocking against his shoulder.
She splashes water against her red face after she slides off the counter and does her pants back up. Seungri stands there awkwardly, half-hard, mouth tangy sweet and still throbbing with heat. She sends him a brilliant smile and leans up to peck his cheek.
"Thanks," she repeats, tossing her hair back, and disappears out the door. Seungri stares down at his crotch and runs a shaky hand through his hair.
Before he can do anything else, a knock startles him out of his lull. The roar in his head simmers into a quiet buzz. He wipes his face on some wet tissue and wills the wilting remains of his boner down.
Jinu's standing outside the door, eyebrow cocked. "You alright?" he asks, peering past Seungri into the bathroom.
"Yeah," Seungri says. He puts on his best earnest grin and throws an arm over Jinu's shoulder. "Hyung. Tell me everything you know about producing."
Title: the wasp on the length of my arm
Pairing: chanyeol/d.o
Rating: pg13
Genre: au, slice-of-life
Warnings: n/a
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: sleepovers and found families. hs au. written for frailspells for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 1,136 words.
At 3PM sharp Friday afternoon, Kyungsoo showed up on the porch in his downy worm jacket, the black one so long it bunched around his ankles. Chanyeol poked his head out into the chilly air when the doorbell rang. He waved at Kyungsoo's mom as she pulled away from the curb before frowning down at the top of Kyungsoo's head. "Overkill?"
"Better than freezing," Kyungsoo returned, voice muffled by the knit scarf wrapped around his face. He scraped his shoes on the welcome mat but still tracked snow inside. Chanyeol grabbed his duffel bag and made a beeline for the stairs.
Kyungsoo's parents were going out of town for some function of Seungsoo's, three states away at the swanky prep school he went to. Sending him to Chanyeol's was easier than hiring a live-in babysitter, apparently, and they'd done this often enough growing up that no one really cared Chanyeol's parents were working extra shifts at the diner they owned over the weekend. Plus, Yura was around, and Chanyeol was pretty sure she liked Kyungsoo better than she liked him, so that was something. If anything happened, she'd definitely save Kyungsoo first.
"I still don't get why I can't just stay home alone," Kyungsoo said, hanging his coat up in Chanyeol's closet as Chanyeol deposited his shit next to the laundry basket. "I'm old enough."
Chanyeol fell back in bed. "Because you wouldn't get to hang out with me," he said. He rolled over onto his stomach and threw a finger in Kyungsoo's direction. "Also, remember when you almost burned the kitchen down over some spaghetti?"
"That was one time," Kyungsoo mumbled, face dark. "In fifth grade. It's been years. Can't everyone let it go already?" Before Chanyeol could reply, he wrapped his arms around his waist, a fine shiver in the line of his shoulders. "Ugh, why is it so cold in here?"
"Mom's going through a conservation phase," Chanyeol said, grimacing. "Thermostat's been low all week. Just in time for the snow day." He unfolded himself and padded out the door, hand closing around Kyungsoo's wrist as he passed. "Here, I have an idea."
Technically, Chanyeol wasn't supposed to touch the Keurig coffee maker. Those were his dad's exact words before he left for the dinner shift-but he never said anything about Kyungsoo.
"I'm not allowed to make coffee, but you can," Chanyeol explained. He unearthed a half-finished box of hazelnut k-cups from the overhead cabinet and brandished it in Kyungsoo's face.
Kyungsoo sent him a dry look. "Your dad actually likes me and I want to keep it that way," he said, but took the proffered cups anyway. Chanyeol watched him fill the reservoir before busying himself with collecting snacks. "You know, if we drink coffee now we're going to be up all night."
"That's the point," Chanyeol said. He emerged from the pantry with an armful of cookies and dumped them on the kitchen island. He dove back in for chips.
Kyungsoo just finished with the second cup when footsteps came thumping down the stairs. His eyes went wide, darting between the puttering Keurig and the mugs in his hands. Chanyeol leapt toward the door but it was too late-Yura breezed in and dumped her bag on the dining table, brows cocked high. Chanyeol froze misstep. "I thought Dad said you weren't supposed to use the coffee maker," she said, grabbing a clementine from the basket on the counter.
"I didn't," Chanyeol said, grinning. "It was all Kyungsoo."
Kyungsoo shot him a betrayed look before smiling at Yura and holding one of the mugs aloft. "Want a cup?"
Yura's mouth twitched as she peeled her clementine, sparkly nails flashing. "That's sweet of you, but no thanks. I'm going out." She glanced at Chanyeol. "Clean everything up if you don't want Dad to find out."
Chanyeol let out a long breath after she left. "Close call."
"No thanks to you," Kyungsoo grumbled. Chanyeol snatched the mug from his hands and took a long sip, coffee scalding his throat. Kyungsoo snorted at the face he made. The worried furrow in his forehead smoothed out when Chanyeol let out an appreciative groan as the warmth curled into his toes.
They moved to the living room with the stash of junk food. Chanyeol pulled extra blankets out of the closet and laid them out on the couch. "Movie?" he asked, dragging a comforter around his shoulders. "Anime?"
Kyungsoo mouthed the rim of his mug in thought. "What've you got?"
"The usual suspects," he said, flipping through the battered DVD binder.
They ended up choosing the first Fast and Furious because Kyungsoo didn't feel like crying over Tenipuri and Chanyeol wanted to do coffee shots every time someone on screen made a terrible 90s fashion choice. They both knew the movie by heart anyway. It was really just an excuse to snuggle on the sofa and inhale Oreos by the package, their legs tangling beneath five layers of knit wool.
Chanyeol left the cocoon for a minute to grab his guitar after the movie. He'd been taking lessons this past half year, knew enough chords by now that he could strum something and Kyungsoo would start humming along, the smooth timbre of his voice sliding through Chanyeol's ears like molasses. Funny. Caffeine was supposed to hype him up but it just made him sleepy like this, fingers moving over the strings slower and slower until Kyungsoo tugged the thing out of his hands and propped it up on the floor against the armrest.
"Tired already?" he asked, sounding fond. "We didn't even have school today. So lazy."
"No," Chanyeol said. He blinked slowly and yanked Kyungsoo into a suffocating bear hug, ignoring his half-hearted protests. "Just comfortable."
There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground in the morning. Chanyeol pushed Kyungsoo out the door and straight into a drift, frozen lips stretched wide in a laugh. He let Kyungsoo retaliate with a handful of snow down Chanyeol's collar before flopping over onto the lawn, arms sinking spread-eagle into the slush.
The sky was a brilliant pink. After a second of loud huffing, Kyungsoo sat down next to him, looking cold and miserable. "Can we go back inside now?"
"In a minute," Chanyeol said, hand closing around Kyungsoo's thigh. His breath came out in smoky pants and his damp shirt stuck to his skin, toes stinging in his boots. "Isn't it nice?"
"You're crazy," Kyungsoo said, but he didn't seem mad. Chanyeol squeezed his leg as he settled down-and brought his arm around to smash a snowball in his face, darting up and away when Kyungsoo spluttered.
"See you inside!" he yelled over his shoulder.
Kyungsoo shouted, "I'll kill you, Chanyeol," quick footsteps thumping behind him, and Chanyeol beamed. He didn't doubt it.
Title: a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you
Pairing: taemin/kai
Rating: pg13
Genre: au, slice-of-life
Warnings: sexual themes
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: kai's a rising actor; taemin is his thrill-seeking stunt double. written for quid for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 815 words.
Jongin's been in films before, but this is the first time he's the center of a blockbuster's entire press junket, walking the red carpet in a stiff new tux, his collar bunched so tight he can barely breathe. It's good that Chanyeol's coached him through all the easy questions. What was it like to work with co-star Baekhyun Byun? How did you land this incredible part? Will there be a sequel? Who are you wearing? Never mind that Jongin's typical on-set attire consisted of worn flannel and baggy sweatpants before he had to climb out of his shooting trailer and get into costume every morning.
The answers are: exciting, years of hard work, we're thinking about it, and either Ferragamo or Zegna depending on Kyungsoo's mood that day. Jongin only gets to wear his own clothing during casual sit-downs, and even then he gets attacked with a bristly blush brush and Kyungsoo's ubiquitous can of hairspray.
"I know," Jongin says, when Chanyeol opens his mouth to counter his complaints. "It's part of the job. That doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Suck it up, buttercup," Chanyeol says, staring at his phone. He's always on call these days, fielding Jongin's new job offers-or so he says. Jongin's still half-afraid this is all an incredible dream. That he'll roll over and wake up and the past three months will be a lie, that he'll still be some C-list character actor picking up the odd job twice a year if he's lucky. "While you're here, you might as well enjoy the ride."
True. But it's easier said than done, especially when the cast has a new photocall to fly to every other day. The most peaceful rest he's gotten in the past week was on the sixteen-hour flight to Sydney for the Australia premiere, Baekhyun and his manager Jongdae flicking complementary peanuts at each other across the first-class aisles.
One of the Aussie entertainment journalists finally tosses him the question he's been waiting for. It's a live one-on-one morning show, very conversational, and she leans in and asks what it was like for a first-time action star to deal with stunts. "There are several scenes in this film where you jump off buildings, stick half your body out of a moving car, deal with explosives," she says, ticking them off on her fingers. "Did you do all of those stunts yourself?"
"Of course not," Jongin says. "I would've liked to-but some of that stuff-well, you've seen it." The journalist laughs. "I have to leave it to the professionals." He remembers watching Taemin on the first day of stunt shooting, getting the last of his make-up touched up on the fringes of the main set. He'd caught Jongin's curious gaze. It was weird, staring into a face that was supposed to be Jongin's but didn't quite match. Taemin's eyes found Jongin again right before the jump, and when Taemin grinned it knocked the breath out of him. Why do you do it? Jongin asked later. What got you into this? and Taemin had replied, smooth and blasé, I like the feeling of falling.
He'd stuck to Jongin like glue after that. "So I can pick up all your mannerisms," he explained, leaning against Jongin's trailer door, arms folded across his chest. "Research for the role." It wasn't until afterward that Jongin realized that kind of behavior wasn't at all typical-not even for Taemin, who had been in the big leagues for years already and had idiosyncrasies by the boatload-but by then it was too late. Jongin was too used to rolling over in his tiny cot and meeting the narrow frame of Taemin's back, dry lips brushing over the base of his neck.
"The stunt guys are the real unsung heroes of this film," Jongin tells the interviewer, picking a phrase from Chanyeol's book of manager-related whining whenever he threatened to leave Jongin for other clients. "All the cool shit you see on screen, sorry, can I curse on air? My bad. All the cool stuff, it's choreographed by them. You should have the coordinators on the show sometime. Taemin, my stunt double, was incredible. I'm really looking forward to collaborating with him again in the future."
The journalist jumps on the opportunity to segue into discussion of possible sequel films. Jongin nods along, gives his usual prepackaged answers for those, beams for the camera at the end of the interview and steps out of the light as she wraps up. His phone buzzes in his pocket on the way out with Chanyeol. i haven't even signed the contract, u idiot, Taemin says. idek if there is a contract. stop making career decisions for me.
Jongin replies, you'll do it though, right? aren't u dying to work with me again??? and laughs when Taemin returns with a sour-faced emoticon. It isn't a no.
Title: baby, i'll take you there
Pairing: baekhyun/always-a-girl chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, pwp
Warnings: swearing, consensual underage sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: best friends losing their virginity to one another. written for scarredknees for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 2,235 words.
In the history of bad ideas, this isn't the worst one Chanyeol has ever come up with. That went to the time in sixth grade when she convinced Baekhyun it would be fun to drag the bike up to the conjoined roof between their row houses and try to ride their way across (he'd had to get twenty stitches right across his knee), or in freshman year when they'd tried to skip class with Jongdae to go see The Hangover in theaters and gotten caught before they could even pull out of the driveway in Baekhyun's dad's car. Ninth grade was probably worse. It involved an actual motor vehicle, for one, and they'd been grounded for so long they had to miss their first homecoming. Then again, Chanyeol snuck through Baekhyun's window that night so they could watch the big football game on local TV instead, so maybe it hadn't been a total bust.
This time, though, Chanyeol's prepared. She brought the condoms and everything. Nothing is going to go wrong.
"You sure about this?" Baekhyun asks. He's sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed in nothing but his boxers. His favorite pair with the smiley faces on them, for luck or whatever. It's nothing Chanyeol hasn't seen before, but he feels a bit awkward about it all the same, especially since she's flopped over next to him trying to wrestle her top over her head.
Chanyeol says, "Not at all," and Baekhyun opens his mouth to retort, but when she finally gets the shirt off, she's grinning so wide it slices her face in half. And then there's a warm hand on his bare shoulder, pushing him down across the navy sheets, so he can't complain too much.
They've been best friends since Chanyeol moved in next door when they were ten. They did everything together: church choir, swimming lessons in the summer, feeding stray cats in the backyard even though Chanyeol had to stay five feet away at all times because she was too allergic. The first time Baekhyun found one of his brother's pornos, he'd run over to Chanyeol's house and she'd popped some popcorn for their viewing pleasure.
When Chanyeol shot up like a weed in middle school and started wearing her hair in long tangled curls, other boys finally took note. Unfortunately, they also had a bad habit of trying to make Chanyeol into something she wasn't. "Like Zooey Deschanel in 500 Days of Summer," she explained to him the day before, after she'd broken up with her latest boyfriend. Some upperclassman on the basketball team with huge hands. "They want me to change their lives or something," she grumbled, balancing her chin on her hand as she kicked Baekhyun's ass at Mario Kart. "I just want someone to have sex with."
Baekhyun tossed the controller on her bed and fell back, arms folding behind his head. "Maybe they think your vagina is magical," he said, waggling his fingers in the air. When he glanced over again, Chanyeol was rolling her eyes and digging into their leftover stash of Halloween chocolate.
"Boys are hopeless," she said, curling up next to him on her comforter.
"Not me," Baekhyun protested. He nudged her leg with his knee, the corners of his mouth turning up. "I don't expect you to change my life one bit."
Chanyeol snorted. "Fuck you," she said, pinching the soft flesh of his side. She'd gone quiet even as Baekhyun yelped and jerked away.
"What?" he'd asked breathlessly after a long moment of silence.
Chanyeol pushed herself up on one elbow, hair tumbling into her face. "You're a virgin, right?"
Baekhyun coughed loudly into his hand. "No-I mean, yes, I guess-why do you want to know?"
"No, me too," she said, biting her lip. And then she grinned, the same grin she always wears when she's up to no fucking good, and said, "I have an idea."
It's the same grin she has on now, half-undressed and bent over him in bed. Baekhyun glances down and takes in the gentle swell of her chest. She'd complained about being barely a B-cup last week, but Baekhyun kind of likes the thought that he could reach out and one of her boobs would fit perfectly in his palm. The bra she has on is dark and lacy and it occurs to him-"Hey," he says, peering up through her orange curls. "Did you dress up for me?"
Chanyeol ducks her head. Baekhyun takes the opportunity to knock her over and switch places. "Don't get used to it, punk," she mutters, glaring up at him. Her lips are a bit chapped but her tongue comes out to trace the bottom one and Baekhyun surges forward to kiss her. Chanyeol makes a low noise in the back of her throat and pulls him between her legs. He lands heavily. Chanyeol laughs when he squawks into her mouth, swallows it with a curl of her tongue.
Baekhyun freezes when he feels a hand grab his dick. Chanyeol's tentative at first, just soft touches, but gets bolder when Baekhyun moans. He reaches behind her back to unclip her bra-it takes him a couple of tries but it finally comes undone. They break apart so he can slide it off her arms.
Chanyeol licks her lips experimentally. "You aren't a bad kisser," she says, pensive. "I'm surprised."
"What the hell," he complains. "I'm great at kissing. Fucking fantastic." Chanyeol shrugs, lips pursing like she's mulling it over in her head, and it hits him then: Baekhyun's in bed with a shirtless girl. Not just any girl-this is Chanyeol, his best friend, her skin flushed and her perky breasts staring him in the face, her hand shoved down his boxers. Baekhyun inhales sharply and Chanyeol cocks her head to the side.
"You bailing out on me?" she asks, eyes shrewd. The hand in his underwear twists and Baekhyun jerks forward, stomach roiling, dick stiffening in her hand.
"Of course not," Baekhyun huffs. He bends his head down and takes one of Chanyeol's nipples into his mouth. She gasps and arches her chest as his tongue swirls around the bud, her skin warm and a little salty. He reaches up to palm her other breast-it fits perfectly in his hand, like he knew it would-and the fingers around his cock squeeze dangerously tight. Baekhyun's hips stutter into it, abdomen going tense. He yanks his head back, panting. "Wait, stop, I'm going to come if you-"
"What? Already?"
"Yes, already," he grumbles. "Just-"
Chanyeol rolls her head back and grabs a handful of condoms off the bedside table. "I wasn't sure how big you were so I just got a box in every size."
"Oh," Baekhyun says, flushing. "Thoughtful." He pulls his dick out of his boxers and rolls a condom on, hopes to God it's the right size-it's tight enough, anyway-and watches Chanyeol kick her panties off and drop them over the edge of the bed.
"Well?" she says. Her leg hooks behind his thigh. The ubiquitous smile slides on her face slower this time.
Baekhyun sighs and kisses her again, hand trailing up her side, her ribcage rippling as she exhales. She slides her tongue against his, hands settling at his pelvis, and tugs him forward. He can feel his dick rubbing against her crotch, slick with arousal.
"Come on," she goads, muffled by his mouth. "Do it."
Baekhyun braces an arm against the pillow and looks down, bangs falling into his face as he positions the tip of his erection against Chanyeol's cunt, pink and dripping, the curve of her stomach fluttering with every breath she takes. He can feel the heat rolling off her even like this.
The first push inside is easy. Her heels come around to dig into his lower back and she opens up around him smooth and tight, breath hissing out from between her teeth. Baekhyun nudges in deeper, until he's fully sheathed, arms trembling as they struggle to hold him up.
"Fuck," he mutters. He pulls back, thrusts in again, twice, rocking into her. Chanyeol fucking clamps her pussy around him, hips rolling up, and it feels like every muscle in Baekhyun's body tenses as he squeezes his eyes shut and comes. "Fuck," he repeats, pushing closer into Chanyeol to ride it out, toes curling in the sheets, forehead falling against her shoulder, "fuck, fuck, fuck," and he rolls off her to pull out, face burning with his embarrassment. He covers his eyes with his hands.
Neither of them speaks for a second. Baekhyun's afraid the next sound that comes out of his mouth will be a mortified squeak. He can hear his wall clock ticking, the sound of water running through pipes in the house, the faint rustle of sheets beneath him-and then Chanyeol explodes into laughter. Baekhyun peeks between his fingers and Chanyeol's entire face is screwed up, chest heaving with her husky voice, hands coming up to catch every giggle. "Seriously?" she chokes out, fanning her cheeks, eyes wet. "That was like, half a minute, tops, oh my God-"
"I hate you so much," Baekhyun snaps. He lets his eyes shut, limbs heavy with the fizzy warmth of his orgasm, and reaches down to his softening cock. "Look, wait a second, I can get it up again-"
"You better," Chanyeol says, sounding equal parts amused and cross. "I'm tired of waiting, you ass, I can't believe you came before me-"
"Shut up," Baekhyun mumbles. He palms his crotch, shuddering at the twitch of his cock. He thinks about Chanyeol's parted lips, shiny with saliva, the neat triangle of her dipping collarbone, his own tongue rolling the pert nipple of one of her tits in his mouth, sucking at the soft skin until she was squirming underneath him. The fingers around his dick move faster. He can feel himself getting hard again, pressure building up in his stomach, wrist aching a little from his pace.
He opens his eyes at the sound of a ripping package. Chanyeol holds another condom beneath his nose. "Just in case," she says, and Baekhyun sits up to replace the used condom with the new one, pumps his cock a couple more times and slides back into her.
He pushes Chanyeol's legs back this time, spreads her thighs open so that each thrust is coupled with the loud thwack of his damp skin against hers. She's so wet now that every time he rams into her there's a hot squelch. She tosses her head back and moans, long and throaty, neck bared to the cool air.
"Seriously, Baekhyun," she huffs, "I know you can-do better-than that."
Baekhyun grunts and jerks up faster, knees digging into the mattress for leverage, fingers clenching around her calves. He looks down to watch himself piston into her and she scrabbles at one of his hands, moves it down so his thumb crests over the tiny bud above her pussy. He rubs at it with his thumb and Chanyeol whimpers, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Baekhyun can feel himself going rigid again, his balls tightening, the coiled, tense feeling gathering at the base of his dick, and-
"Not yet, you fucking asshole," Chanyeol whines, but Baekhyun buries himself inside her and sails right over the edge again, thighs quivering with effort, throat thick with tension, mouth stretched in a soundless shout. Chanyeol punches him in the shoulder as he winds down from it, muscles going slack.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," he says into her hair. "I'll-hold on, let me-" Baekhyun slips out of her and replaces his dick with his hand, three fingers curling into her pussy, thumb massaging her clit until she's bucking up. She grabs him by the back of his neck and swallows his tongue, wet and sloppy, the bed squeaking as she fucks herself down onto his hand. Baekhyun moves it faster, reaches deeper, scissoring as he goes. He covers her clit with the base of his other palm and kneads down as hard as he can, and she comes with a yell, head thrashing against the pillows, sweaty curls flying up into his face as she clenches wildly around his fingers. Her legs spasm and she almost knees him in the face.
"Shit," she mumbles, shuddering when Baekhyun retracts his arm. He flops back on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah," he says. Now that it's over he's sleepy as he always gets post-orgasm. He yawns, jaw cracking. He tries to put an arm around Chanyeol's shoulders and she pushes him away, nose wrinkled with distaste.
"We are so gross right now, and you want to cuddle?"
Baekhyun chuckles. "I thought girls liked that stuff."
Chanyeol kicks him so hard in the shin he swears he hears the bone crack.
"Okay, okay!" he cries, wincing. He wipes his hand on the bedspread and then reaches down to rub his leg. "I get the picture. Let's just sleep in peace."
"Good," Chanyeol murmurs. "You owe me, though."
"What? Why?"
"Came twice," she says sleepily. "Unfair." She curls toward him, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he can feel her body heat emanating through the inches between them. Baekhyun falls asleep smiling.
Pairing: seungri/dara
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex (mildly under the influence)
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: she leads and he follows. set in 2009. written for corpuscallos_m for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 1,271 words.
The flat screen TV Teddy's leaning against looks huge from where Seungri's sprawled across the couch. He didn't know Jinu could afford this shit on an A&R budget, but then, maybe Jinu was still getting royalties or something. He should ask about that later. Seunghyun's squinting at all the furniture in the apartment like he's getting ideas. Tasteful ideas. Jinu's face swims when it leans in close. "Nice place, hyung," Seungri hiccups into the armrest. "Didn't expect-it to be so classy."
A disembodied hand reaches down to pluck the plastic cup out of Seungri's grip. "You're done, kid," Jinu says, voice echoing. "Try not to puke on the sofa." He sounds amused. Granted, Seungri's more than a little tipsy. A warm fuzzy feeling washes through his head. It takes him a long minute to remember why they're even here: music show, 2NE1 winning, the encore, the van ride to Jinu's because it was closest and he had enough alcohol to spare.
Jinu arranges Seungri in a vaguely upright position before floating over to where Jiyong's talking to Bom. Across the room, Dara disappears down the hall toward where the bathroom should be. Bathroom. Water. That sounds good. Seungri climbs to his feet, head clearing a bit as he weaves between the other people in the room.
The bathroom door's cracked open when he gets there. He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and pushes inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights hanging above the mirror.
"Didn't think to knock?" comes Dara's voice as the door clicks behind him. She's grinning, though, long hair out of its braid and falling over her shoulder as she dries her hands on one of Jinu's maroon hand towels. Even the towels look classy through his beer goggles, what the fuck. Seungri plucks absently at one of them before his mind focuses again.
"Sorry, noona," he says, swallowing. She lets him scoot around her to get to the sink. The first splash of water on his face makes him feel a little less woozy, a little more functional, enough that it registers that he's alone in a bathroom with Park Sandara, known dongsaeng killer, and she's smiling at him.
Shit. There are a bunch of ways he could play this: sly, coy, oblivious. Don't fuck it up, Lee Seungri. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about it before. Maybe not this exact situation, but Dara's the kind of effortless beautiful that's always been impossible to ignore. He's still woodenly splashing water on his face in an attempt to stall when she speaks up again. "So," she says, almost playful. "Are you going to do anything?"
"Huh?" he says, raising his head. A drop of water rolls down the bridge of his nose.
"Hm," Dara says, bobbing forward on the balls of her feet. She's still just skating over chin-level like this, eyes sparkling up at him. "We won on Inkigayo. You haven't even said congratulations."
"Oh," Seungri says. He knows how to talk about this. "Of course. You did good, noona. Nice lives. I was impressed."
"Thanks," Dara says. The grin she flashes at him next feels more natural. Relaxed. Or maybe Seungri just feels more relaxed himself, because he doesn't tense when her hand settles against the inside of his elbow. "I appreciate it."
He licks his lips. She watches the swipe of his tongue with interest. "Noona?"
Dara rolls her eyes. "What are you waiting for?" she asks. A beat later, she rises up on her toes, tilts her head to the side, and slots their mouths together.
For a moment all Seungri can think is that it's very warm. Dara's lips are soft and wet but she pushes forward with purpose. He groans when the marble counter starts digging into his spine, and his hands come up to fold around her waist. She takes the opportunity to flick her tongue into his mouth, running smooth and slick behind his teeth.
When Dara pulls back, he's breathing hard. There's a flush running across the apples of Dara's cheeks. "I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?" she asks, raising a perfect eyebrow.
Seungri turns them around and lifts her clean onto the counter, heart pounding in his throat. His fingers fumble with the button of her jeans. "Do you have-condom-"
She pins him with a sideways glance, as if to ask are you serious?
"Okay," he says, sliding her pants down. "Okay." Think. Improvise. The only real logical conclusion here is pretty simple. His head's cleared up enough by now that it doesn't spin when he bends down. Dara's underwear's thin and flimsy, and he hooks a finger under the waistband. Her legs open wider as she scoots forward to balance on the edge of the counter, trimmed pubes peeking out over the edge. When Seungri breathes in, he can smell the faint whiff of her arousal as he tugs her panties down to mid-thigh.
Fingers slide into Seungri's hair and reel him in. He licks a tentative stripe up the center of Dara's cunt and hears her sigh into it, sticky, tangy fluid gathered at the tip of his tongue. He knows stuff from porn he's watched and things he's heard the hyungs talk about, what to do when presented with the opportunity to eat a girl out, but everything seems to have flown right out the window. This shit always happened during the moment of truth. But Seungri doesn't have time to dwell on it for very long; Dara makes an insistent noise from above him and he ducks his head again, tongue dipping into the heat of her pussy, more confident this time, broad licks from base all the way up to her clit until her thighs are squeezing around his head and the fingers in his hair are twisting hard enough to sting.
He brings a hand up and pushes a thumb against her clit as he thrusts his tongue in deeper. When Dara's hips start rocking forward he lets her ride his face, too dazed to do anything but suck, nose pressed into her hair, legs burning from the awkward position, stomach clenching as his dick twitches in his pants. He can barely breathe, Dara all around him, lips drenched with her come. Her thighs close around his head so hard his ears start to ring.
When she comes, her body's bent over his head, long hair tickling the back of his neck. Her legs tremble as they unclench from around his head, and Seungri dips forward to tongue her cunt again. He grins when she shudders, the heel of her foot knocking against his shoulder.
She splashes water against her red face after she slides off the counter and does her pants back up. Seungri stands there awkwardly, half-hard, mouth tangy sweet and still throbbing with heat. She sends him a brilliant smile and leans up to peck his cheek.
"Thanks," she repeats, tossing her hair back, and disappears out the door. Seungri stares down at his crotch and runs a shaky hand through his hair.
Before he can do anything else, a knock startles him out of his lull. The roar in his head simmers into a quiet buzz. He wipes his face on some wet tissue and wills the wilting remains of his boner down.
Jinu's standing outside the door, eyebrow cocked. "You alright?" he asks, peering past Seungri into the bathroom.
"Yeah," Seungri says. He puts on his best earnest grin and throws an arm over Jinu's shoulder. "Hyung. Tell me everything you know about producing."
Title: the wasp on the length of my arm
Pairing: chanyeol/d.o
Rating: pg13
Genre: au, slice-of-life
Warnings: n/a
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: sleepovers and found families. hs au. written for frailspells for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 1,136 words.
At 3PM sharp Friday afternoon, Kyungsoo showed up on the porch in his downy worm jacket, the black one so long it bunched around his ankles. Chanyeol poked his head out into the chilly air when the doorbell rang. He waved at Kyungsoo's mom as she pulled away from the curb before frowning down at the top of Kyungsoo's head. "Overkill?"
"Better than freezing," Kyungsoo returned, voice muffled by the knit scarf wrapped around his face. He scraped his shoes on the welcome mat but still tracked snow inside. Chanyeol grabbed his duffel bag and made a beeline for the stairs.
Kyungsoo's parents were going out of town for some function of Seungsoo's, three states away at the swanky prep school he went to. Sending him to Chanyeol's was easier than hiring a live-in babysitter, apparently, and they'd done this often enough growing up that no one really cared Chanyeol's parents were working extra shifts at the diner they owned over the weekend. Plus, Yura was around, and Chanyeol was pretty sure she liked Kyungsoo better than she liked him, so that was something. If anything happened, she'd definitely save Kyungsoo first.
"I still don't get why I can't just stay home alone," Kyungsoo said, hanging his coat up in Chanyeol's closet as Chanyeol deposited his shit next to the laundry basket. "I'm old enough."
Chanyeol fell back in bed. "Because you wouldn't get to hang out with me," he said. He rolled over onto his stomach and threw a finger in Kyungsoo's direction. "Also, remember when you almost burned the kitchen down over some spaghetti?"
"That was one time," Kyungsoo mumbled, face dark. "In fifth grade. It's been years. Can't everyone let it go already?" Before Chanyeol could reply, he wrapped his arms around his waist, a fine shiver in the line of his shoulders. "Ugh, why is it so cold in here?"
"Mom's going through a conservation phase," Chanyeol said, grimacing. "Thermostat's been low all week. Just in time for the snow day." He unfolded himself and padded out the door, hand closing around Kyungsoo's wrist as he passed. "Here, I have an idea."
Technically, Chanyeol wasn't supposed to touch the Keurig coffee maker. Those were his dad's exact words before he left for the dinner shift-but he never said anything about Kyungsoo.
"I'm not allowed to make coffee, but you can," Chanyeol explained. He unearthed a half-finished box of hazelnut k-cups from the overhead cabinet and brandished it in Kyungsoo's face.
Kyungsoo sent him a dry look. "Your dad actually likes me and I want to keep it that way," he said, but took the proffered cups anyway. Chanyeol watched him fill the reservoir before busying himself with collecting snacks. "You know, if we drink coffee now we're going to be up all night."
"That's the point," Chanyeol said. He emerged from the pantry with an armful of cookies and dumped them on the kitchen island. He dove back in for chips.
Kyungsoo just finished with the second cup when footsteps came thumping down the stairs. His eyes went wide, darting between the puttering Keurig and the mugs in his hands. Chanyeol leapt toward the door but it was too late-Yura breezed in and dumped her bag on the dining table, brows cocked high. Chanyeol froze misstep. "I thought Dad said you weren't supposed to use the coffee maker," she said, grabbing a clementine from the basket on the counter.
"I didn't," Chanyeol said, grinning. "It was all Kyungsoo."
Kyungsoo shot him a betrayed look before smiling at Yura and holding one of the mugs aloft. "Want a cup?"
Yura's mouth twitched as she peeled her clementine, sparkly nails flashing. "That's sweet of you, but no thanks. I'm going out." She glanced at Chanyeol. "Clean everything up if you don't want Dad to find out."
Chanyeol let out a long breath after she left. "Close call."
"No thanks to you," Kyungsoo grumbled. Chanyeol snatched the mug from his hands and took a long sip, coffee scalding his throat. Kyungsoo snorted at the face he made. The worried furrow in his forehead smoothed out when Chanyeol let out an appreciative groan as the warmth curled into his toes.
They moved to the living room with the stash of junk food. Chanyeol pulled extra blankets out of the closet and laid them out on the couch. "Movie?" he asked, dragging a comforter around his shoulders. "Anime?"
Kyungsoo mouthed the rim of his mug in thought. "What've you got?"
"The usual suspects," he said, flipping through the battered DVD binder.
They ended up choosing the first Fast and Furious because Kyungsoo didn't feel like crying over Tenipuri and Chanyeol wanted to do coffee shots every time someone on screen made a terrible 90s fashion choice. They both knew the movie by heart anyway. It was really just an excuse to snuggle on the sofa and inhale Oreos by the package, their legs tangling beneath five layers of knit wool.
Chanyeol left the cocoon for a minute to grab his guitar after the movie. He'd been taking lessons this past half year, knew enough chords by now that he could strum something and Kyungsoo would start humming along, the smooth timbre of his voice sliding through Chanyeol's ears like molasses. Funny. Caffeine was supposed to hype him up but it just made him sleepy like this, fingers moving over the strings slower and slower until Kyungsoo tugged the thing out of his hands and propped it up on the floor against the armrest.
"Tired already?" he asked, sounding fond. "We didn't even have school today. So lazy."
"No," Chanyeol said. He blinked slowly and yanked Kyungsoo into a suffocating bear hug, ignoring his half-hearted protests. "Just comfortable."
There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground in the morning. Chanyeol pushed Kyungsoo out the door and straight into a drift, frozen lips stretched wide in a laugh. He let Kyungsoo retaliate with a handful of snow down Chanyeol's collar before flopping over onto the lawn, arms sinking spread-eagle into the slush.
The sky was a brilliant pink. After a second of loud huffing, Kyungsoo sat down next to him, looking cold and miserable. "Can we go back inside now?"
"In a minute," Chanyeol said, hand closing around Kyungsoo's thigh. His breath came out in smoky pants and his damp shirt stuck to his skin, toes stinging in his boots. "Isn't it nice?"
"You're crazy," Kyungsoo said, but he didn't seem mad. Chanyeol squeezed his leg as he settled down-and brought his arm around to smash a snowball in his face, darting up and away when Kyungsoo spluttered.
"See you inside!" he yelled over his shoulder.
Kyungsoo shouted, "I'll kill you, Chanyeol," quick footsteps thumping behind him, and Chanyeol beamed. He didn't doubt it.
Title: a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you
Pairing: taemin/kai
Rating: pg13
Genre: au, slice-of-life
Warnings: sexual themes
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: kai's a rising actor; taemin is his thrill-seeking stunt double. written for quid for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 815 words.
Jongin's been in films before, but this is the first time he's the center of a blockbuster's entire press junket, walking the red carpet in a stiff new tux, his collar bunched so tight he can barely breathe. It's good that Chanyeol's coached him through all the easy questions. What was it like to work with co-star Baekhyun Byun? How did you land this incredible part? Will there be a sequel? Who are you wearing? Never mind that Jongin's typical on-set attire consisted of worn flannel and baggy sweatpants before he had to climb out of his shooting trailer and get into costume every morning.
The answers are: exciting, years of hard work, we're thinking about it, and either Ferragamo or Zegna depending on Kyungsoo's mood that day. Jongin only gets to wear his own clothing during casual sit-downs, and even then he gets attacked with a bristly blush brush and Kyungsoo's ubiquitous can of hairspray.
"I know," Jongin says, when Chanyeol opens his mouth to counter his complaints. "It's part of the job. That doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Suck it up, buttercup," Chanyeol says, staring at his phone. He's always on call these days, fielding Jongin's new job offers-or so he says. Jongin's still half-afraid this is all an incredible dream. That he'll roll over and wake up and the past three months will be a lie, that he'll still be some C-list character actor picking up the odd job twice a year if he's lucky. "While you're here, you might as well enjoy the ride."
True. But it's easier said than done, especially when the cast has a new photocall to fly to every other day. The most peaceful rest he's gotten in the past week was on the sixteen-hour flight to Sydney for the Australia premiere, Baekhyun and his manager Jongdae flicking complementary peanuts at each other across the first-class aisles.
One of the Aussie entertainment journalists finally tosses him the question he's been waiting for. It's a live one-on-one morning show, very conversational, and she leans in and asks what it was like for a first-time action star to deal with stunts. "There are several scenes in this film where you jump off buildings, stick half your body out of a moving car, deal with explosives," she says, ticking them off on her fingers. "Did you do all of those stunts yourself?"
"Of course not," Jongin says. "I would've liked to-but some of that stuff-well, you've seen it." The journalist laughs. "I have to leave it to the professionals." He remembers watching Taemin on the first day of stunt shooting, getting the last of his make-up touched up on the fringes of the main set. He'd caught Jongin's curious gaze. It was weird, staring into a face that was supposed to be Jongin's but didn't quite match. Taemin's eyes found Jongin again right before the jump, and when Taemin grinned it knocked the breath out of him. Why do you do it? Jongin asked later. What got you into this? and Taemin had replied, smooth and blasé, I like the feeling of falling.
He'd stuck to Jongin like glue after that. "So I can pick up all your mannerisms," he explained, leaning against Jongin's trailer door, arms folded across his chest. "Research for the role." It wasn't until afterward that Jongin realized that kind of behavior wasn't at all typical-not even for Taemin, who had been in the big leagues for years already and had idiosyncrasies by the boatload-but by then it was too late. Jongin was too used to rolling over in his tiny cot and meeting the narrow frame of Taemin's back, dry lips brushing over the base of his neck.
"The stunt guys are the real unsung heroes of this film," Jongin tells the interviewer, picking a phrase from Chanyeol's book of manager-related whining whenever he threatened to leave Jongin for other clients. "All the cool shit you see on screen, sorry, can I curse on air? My bad. All the cool stuff, it's choreographed by them. You should have the coordinators on the show sometime. Taemin, my stunt double, was incredible. I'm really looking forward to collaborating with him again in the future."
The journalist jumps on the opportunity to segue into discussion of possible sequel films. Jongin nods along, gives his usual prepackaged answers for those, beams for the camera at the end of the interview and steps out of the light as she wraps up. His phone buzzes in his pocket on the way out with Chanyeol. i haven't even signed the contract, u idiot, Taemin says. idek if there is a contract. stop making career decisions for me.
Jongin replies, you'll do it though, right? aren't u dying to work with me again??? and laughs when Taemin returns with a sour-faced emoticon. It isn't a no.
Title: baby, i'll take you there
Pairing: baekhyun/always-a-girl chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, pwp
Warnings: swearing, consensual underage sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Summary: best friends losing their virginity to one another. written for scarredknees for the 2014 round of kpopv, originally posted here. 2,235 words.
In the history of bad ideas, this isn't the worst one Chanyeol has ever come up with. That went to the time in sixth grade when she convinced Baekhyun it would be fun to drag the bike up to the conjoined roof between their row houses and try to ride their way across (he'd had to get twenty stitches right across his knee), or in freshman year when they'd tried to skip class with Jongdae to go see The Hangover in theaters and gotten caught before they could even pull out of the driveway in Baekhyun's dad's car. Ninth grade was probably worse. It involved an actual motor vehicle, for one, and they'd been grounded for so long they had to miss their first homecoming. Then again, Chanyeol snuck through Baekhyun's window that night so they could watch the big football game on local TV instead, so maybe it hadn't been a total bust.
This time, though, Chanyeol's prepared. She brought the condoms and everything. Nothing is going to go wrong.
"You sure about this?" Baekhyun asks. He's sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed in nothing but his boxers. His favorite pair with the smiley faces on them, for luck or whatever. It's nothing Chanyeol hasn't seen before, but he feels a bit awkward about it all the same, especially since she's flopped over next to him trying to wrestle her top over her head.
Chanyeol says, "Not at all," and Baekhyun opens his mouth to retort, but when she finally gets the shirt off, she's grinning so wide it slices her face in half. And then there's a warm hand on his bare shoulder, pushing him down across the navy sheets, so he can't complain too much.
They've been best friends since Chanyeol moved in next door when they were ten. They did everything together: church choir, swimming lessons in the summer, feeding stray cats in the backyard even though Chanyeol had to stay five feet away at all times because she was too allergic. The first time Baekhyun found one of his brother's pornos, he'd run over to Chanyeol's house and she'd popped some popcorn for their viewing pleasure.
When Chanyeol shot up like a weed in middle school and started wearing her hair in long tangled curls, other boys finally took note. Unfortunately, they also had a bad habit of trying to make Chanyeol into something she wasn't. "Like Zooey Deschanel in 500 Days of Summer," she explained to him the day before, after she'd broken up with her latest boyfriend. Some upperclassman on the basketball team with huge hands. "They want me to change their lives or something," she grumbled, balancing her chin on her hand as she kicked Baekhyun's ass at Mario Kart. "I just want someone to have sex with."
Baekhyun tossed the controller on her bed and fell back, arms folding behind his head. "Maybe they think your vagina is magical," he said, waggling his fingers in the air. When he glanced over again, Chanyeol was rolling her eyes and digging into their leftover stash of Halloween chocolate.
"Boys are hopeless," she said, curling up next to him on her comforter.
"Not me," Baekhyun protested. He nudged her leg with his knee, the corners of his mouth turning up. "I don't expect you to change my life one bit."
Chanyeol snorted. "Fuck you," she said, pinching the soft flesh of his side. She'd gone quiet even as Baekhyun yelped and jerked away.
"What?" he'd asked breathlessly after a long moment of silence.
Chanyeol pushed herself up on one elbow, hair tumbling into her face. "You're a virgin, right?"
Baekhyun coughed loudly into his hand. "No-I mean, yes, I guess-why do you want to know?"
"No, me too," she said, biting her lip. And then she grinned, the same grin she always wears when she's up to no fucking good, and said, "I have an idea."
It's the same grin she has on now, half-undressed and bent over him in bed. Baekhyun glances down and takes in the gentle swell of her chest. She'd complained about being barely a B-cup last week, but Baekhyun kind of likes the thought that he could reach out and one of her boobs would fit perfectly in his palm. The bra she has on is dark and lacy and it occurs to him-"Hey," he says, peering up through her orange curls. "Did you dress up for me?"
Chanyeol ducks her head. Baekhyun takes the opportunity to knock her over and switch places. "Don't get used to it, punk," she mutters, glaring up at him. Her lips are a bit chapped but her tongue comes out to trace the bottom one and Baekhyun surges forward to kiss her. Chanyeol makes a low noise in the back of her throat and pulls him between her legs. He lands heavily. Chanyeol laughs when he squawks into her mouth, swallows it with a curl of her tongue.
Baekhyun freezes when he feels a hand grab his dick. Chanyeol's tentative at first, just soft touches, but gets bolder when Baekhyun moans. He reaches behind her back to unclip her bra-it takes him a couple of tries but it finally comes undone. They break apart so he can slide it off her arms.
Chanyeol licks her lips experimentally. "You aren't a bad kisser," she says, pensive. "I'm surprised."
"What the hell," he complains. "I'm great at kissing. Fucking fantastic." Chanyeol shrugs, lips pursing like she's mulling it over in her head, and it hits him then: Baekhyun's in bed with a shirtless girl. Not just any girl-this is Chanyeol, his best friend, her skin flushed and her perky breasts staring him in the face, her hand shoved down his boxers. Baekhyun inhales sharply and Chanyeol cocks her head to the side.
"You bailing out on me?" she asks, eyes shrewd. The hand in his underwear twists and Baekhyun jerks forward, stomach roiling, dick stiffening in her hand.
"Of course not," Baekhyun huffs. He bends his head down and takes one of Chanyeol's nipples into his mouth. She gasps and arches her chest as his tongue swirls around the bud, her skin warm and a little salty. He reaches up to palm her other breast-it fits perfectly in his hand, like he knew it would-and the fingers around his cock squeeze dangerously tight. Baekhyun's hips stutter into it, abdomen going tense. He yanks his head back, panting. "Wait, stop, I'm going to come if you-"
"What? Already?"
"Yes, already," he grumbles. "Just-"
Chanyeol rolls her head back and grabs a handful of condoms off the bedside table. "I wasn't sure how big you were so I just got a box in every size."
"Oh," Baekhyun says, flushing. "Thoughtful." He pulls his dick out of his boxers and rolls a condom on, hopes to God it's the right size-it's tight enough, anyway-and watches Chanyeol kick her panties off and drop them over the edge of the bed.
"Well?" she says. Her leg hooks behind his thigh. The ubiquitous smile slides on her face slower this time.
Baekhyun sighs and kisses her again, hand trailing up her side, her ribcage rippling as she exhales. She slides her tongue against his, hands settling at his pelvis, and tugs him forward. He can feel his dick rubbing against her crotch, slick with arousal.
"Come on," she goads, muffled by his mouth. "Do it."
Baekhyun braces an arm against the pillow and looks down, bangs falling into his face as he positions the tip of his erection against Chanyeol's cunt, pink and dripping, the curve of her stomach fluttering with every breath she takes. He can feel the heat rolling off her even like this.
The first push inside is easy. Her heels come around to dig into his lower back and she opens up around him smooth and tight, breath hissing out from between her teeth. Baekhyun nudges in deeper, until he's fully sheathed, arms trembling as they struggle to hold him up.
"Fuck," he mutters. He pulls back, thrusts in again, twice, rocking into her. Chanyeol fucking clamps her pussy around him, hips rolling up, and it feels like every muscle in Baekhyun's body tenses as he squeezes his eyes shut and comes. "Fuck," he repeats, pushing closer into Chanyeol to ride it out, toes curling in the sheets, forehead falling against her shoulder, "fuck, fuck, fuck," and he rolls off her to pull out, face burning with his embarrassment. He covers his eyes with his hands.
Neither of them speaks for a second. Baekhyun's afraid the next sound that comes out of his mouth will be a mortified squeak. He can hear his wall clock ticking, the sound of water running through pipes in the house, the faint rustle of sheets beneath him-and then Chanyeol explodes into laughter. Baekhyun peeks between his fingers and Chanyeol's entire face is screwed up, chest heaving with her husky voice, hands coming up to catch every giggle. "Seriously?" she chokes out, fanning her cheeks, eyes wet. "That was like, half a minute, tops, oh my God-"
"I hate you so much," Baekhyun snaps. He lets his eyes shut, limbs heavy with the fizzy warmth of his orgasm, and reaches down to his softening cock. "Look, wait a second, I can get it up again-"
"You better," Chanyeol says, sounding equal parts amused and cross. "I'm tired of waiting, you ass, I can't believe you came before me-"
"Shut up," Baekhyun mumbles. He palms his crotch, shuddering at the twitch of his cock. He thinks about Chanyeol's parted lips, shiny with saliva, the neat triangle of her dipping collarbone, his own tongue rolling the pert nipple of one of her tits in his mouth, sucking at the soft skin until she was squirming underneath him. The fingers around his dick move faster. He can feel himself getting hard again, pressure building up in his stomach, wrist aching a little from his pace.
He opens his eyes at the sound of a ripping package. Chanyeol holds another condom beneath his nose. "Just in case," she says, and Baekhyun sits up to replace the used condom with the new one, pumps his cock a couple more times and slides back into her.
He pushes Chanyeol's legs back this time, spreads her thighs open so that each thrust is coupled with the loud thwack of his damp skin against hers. She's so wet now that every time he rams into her there's a hot squelch. She tosses her head back and moans, long and throaty, neck bared to the cool air.
"Seriously, Baekhyun," she huffs, "I know you can-do better-than that."
Baekhyun grunts and jerks up faster, knees digging into the mattress for leverage, fingers clenching around her calves. He looks down to watch himself piston into her and she scrabbles at one of his hands, moves it down so his thumb crests over the tiny bud above her pussy. He rubs at it with his thumb and Chanyeol whimpers, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Baekhyun can feel himself going rigid again, his balls tightening, the coiled, tense feeling gathering at the base of his dick, and-
"Not yet, you fucking asshole," Chanyeol whines, but Baekhyun buries himself inside her and sails right over the edge again, thighs quivering with effort, throat thick with tension, mouth stretched in a soundless shout. Chanyeol punches him in the shoulder as he winds down from it, muscles going slack.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," he says into her hair. "I'll-hold on, let me-" Baekhyun slips out of her and replaces his dick with his hand, three fingers curling into her pussy, thumb massaging her clit until she's bucking up. She grabs him by the back of his neck and swallows his tongue, wet and sloppy, the bed squeaking as she fucks herself down onto his hand. Baekhyun moves it faster, reaches deeper, scissoring as he goes. He covers her clit with the base of his other palm and kneads down as hard as he can, and she comes with a yell, head thrashing against the pillows, sweaty curls flying up into his face as she clenches wildly around his fingers. Her legs spasm and she almost knees him in the face.
"Shit," she mumbles, shuddering when Baekhyun retracts his arm. He flops back on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah," he says. Now that it's over he's sleepy as he always gets post-orgasm. He yawns, jaw cracking. He tries to put an arm around Chanyeol's shoulders and she pushes him away, nose wrinkled with distaste.
"We are so gross right now, and you want to cuddle?"
Baekhyun chuckles. "I thought girls liked that stuff."
Chanyeol kicks him so hard in the shin he swears he hears the bone crack.
"Okay, okay!" he cries, wincing. He wipes his hand on the bedspread and then reaches down to rub his leg. "I get the picture. Let's just sleep in peace."
"Good," Chanyeol murmurs. "You owe me, though."
"What? Why?"
"Came twice," she says sleepily. "Unfair." She curls toward him, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he can feel her body heat emanating through the inches between them. Baekhyun falls asleep smiling.