[oneshot] covert affairs
Title: covert affairs
Pairing: baekhyun/taeyeon
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, mild romance
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekyeon car sex for an anon who asked. 1,605 words.
"What are the suits for?" Taeyeon asks, eyebrows raised.
Baekhyun tosses them in the backseat and slides into shotgun, bangs swishing in his face. He leans over and grins. "You'll see."
His hands are already playing with the hem of her shirt as she peels away from the curb. "Behave," she says through her teeth, and almost rams into the truck in front of them at the next red light after his palm skates dangerously close to her belly button. She sucks her stomach in, breath caught in her throat. "Hey, I'm serious."
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Baekhyun asks, sounding wounded. Taeyeon hazards a glance sideways. Catches a slice of the wide grin on his face beneath the streetlight shining through the window. When the signal turns green, she floors the gas pedal and sends his face bouncing back against the headrest, fingers digging into her hip for purchase.
His scratchy groan turns into scratchy laughter soon enough. It's good to hear. It's good to see him at all-with concert prep and TTS promotions gearing up, they haven't had a lot of time to meet. The hand at her hip crawls up to rest just beneath her right breast and plays with the lacy band of her bra. "Nearly there," she says, taking a sharp turn down toward the river. Not the most genius decision ever, but there isn't a lot you can do with someone absently fondling you while you're driving. "God, can't you wait two seconds?"
"Nope," he says, cheeky and obstinate. The hand stays on her boob. She inhales, chest expanding in Baekhyun's palm, and brings the car to a screeching halt at the waterfront.
"We're here."
"Oh, good," Baekhyun says with feeling. "I thought you might be driving us all the way out to Bucheon. Total overkill."
Taeyeon tunes him out and peers through the windshield. It's late. It was already past two in the morning when she pulled up in front of EXO's dorm, so it's later than that now, the parking lot around them deserted and quiet. She can hear Baekhyun breathing next to her, the shift of fabric as he fidgets in his seat. Then he lets out a soft oh, and reaches back to pull the dry cleaning to the front again. Hangs one up to cover each window and beams like it's the greatest thing he's ever done.
"Just in case, you know."
Before she can list out all the ways he's an idiot, he's kissing her, eager tongue sliding along her teeth, one hand carding through her hair and the other undoing the snap of her jeans. Taeyeon slides a little lower down the seat and bunches her hands in the thin material of his shirt, thumbs tucked against his collarbone. In the dark, she can just make out his eyes, crinkled at the corners, the slope of his nose as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, bangs falling into his face.
The hand at her navel slips past the band of her underwear. Baekhyun tucks two fingers between her legs and curls them in without preamble, knuckles rubbing right up inside her. She gasps into his mouth, a rush of wetness gathering at her crotch. She can feel him smiling into the kiss. She grinds down without meaning to, already sweating a little, hair stuck to her neck. Her pussy clenches when Baekhyun removes his fingers and fucking licks them, eyes bright and round, index finger sliding out of his mouth with a wet pop.
"You should've done that before-"
"Sorry, sorry," and then he's kissing her again, wet fingers flicking against her clit before sliding back inside. Her thighs fall open as he scissors leisurely, reaching deeper, twisting so the pad of his fingers rub against the warmest spot inside her, and-
The hand is in Baekhyun's mouth. Taeyeon clenches around air, lets out a sharp noise of frustration as he licks it clean.
"Sorry," he repeats, not sounding sorry at all. "Tastes too nice-"
Taeyeon slaps him on the arm, face burning. "Don't be a tease. You know we don't have much time."
"Alright, alright," he says, failing to dodge the next smack. He stands in the cramped car and, through some pretty incredible acrobatics that Taeyeon can't follow, manages to curl himself beneath the wheel of the car. Even with her seat pushed all the way back it's a pretty tight fit, and leaves his head right up against her cunt.
She reaches down to pinch his nose, laughs when he shakes her off and wrinkles it.
"What was that for?" he asks, helping her tug her jeans and panties down around her thighs.
Taeyeon flicks his forehead for good measure. "Don't you dare blow a raspberry on my clit again."
He tilts his head, considering. "So that means it's okay to do it some place that isn't your clit?"
Taeyeon just grabs the back of his head and pulls him forward, cuts him off mid-cackle, his tongue sliding against her pussy, licking up toward the nub. His lips stay on her, sucking hard, and her first orgasm creeps up on her without warning, the pressure in her stomach peaking as she grabs his ears for leverage and grinds down on his face.
His tongue's still inside her when she winds down from it, riding his mouth, and he shoves three fingers in to join it, twisting as deep as they'll go. When she comes again her entire upper body snaps forward, abdomen clenched and aching, forehead smacking the wheel so hard it blasts out one loud honk before she rears back again, dazed.
Baekhyun turns his face into her thigh and laughs over the ringing in her ears, his shoulders shaking against her knees. Taeyeon crumples her hand in a fist and boxes his head weakly. Her stomach still feels like a furnace, gooey and warm. As he pulls her jeans back up, she mutters, "I hate you," and when she glances down again his chin's tucked over her knee, peering up at her keenly. Her eyesight's adjusted enough that she can see that stupid puppy dog look, the worst kind that only appears when he's mugging for the camera. Or really wants something.
He finally unfolds himself from beneath the wheel and kneels on the driver's seat, traps her legs in between his knees, hands braced on either side of her head. "C'mon, noona," he says, voice pitched deeper than usual. "Are you gonna return the favor?"
When he kisses her she can taste herself on his tongue, tangy and sticky, his mouth slanting over hers like a suction cup. She fumbles with his belt for a minute before undoing it and tugging his pants down, dainty fingers trailing up the underside of his erection. It's his turn to gasp. She wraps her hand around his dick and pulls him forward until he's sitting in her lap, hands running down her front to palm her breasts again. He pulls back for a second when she presses a thumb against the tip, smears the bit of precum there, rasps, "You should drive us home like this," and the rest is cut off when Taeyeon squeezes the base of his cock just this side of too hard as a warning.
His hips jerk forward. He drops his chin on her shoulder and groans, bucking up into her hand. "I should've known you'd like that," she says. He forgets the ceiling and smacks his head when he gets on his knees again. Lets out a low whine that she laughs at, rubs the back of his head-and then she slides down in her seat some more and takes as much of him into her mouth as she can, swirls her tongue around his shaft and hollows her cheeks out.
The air in the car is so heavy Taeyeon could wave her hand and catch it in her palm. Baekhyun's breathing goes uneven and he fists a loose hand in her hair, holds it out of her face for her. He must think it's gentlemanly or something. The angle's too weird for her to do much without getting a cramp in her neck, but by that time he's fucking himself into her mouth in earnest. She lets her mouth relax and watches his face, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to muffle himself. Like it's embarrassing to make noise when he's in a situation like this, or maybe because of some misguided sense of contrition. She likes hearing him. She likes it when he's loud. She reaches up and presses a thumb to his jaw. His mouth drops open and he moans as he tenses and comes, coating the inside of her mouth with thick jizz, fingers smoothing through her hair.
He sits down hard on the hand brake, after, and grimaces when his head falls back against the passenger's side window. Tucks himself in his pants and lets out a long breath.
"You need a bigger car," he says, grinning.
"You gonna buy me one, hotshot?" She shoves him all the way over when he actually seems like he might be considering it. "Oh, please. Do you even have that kind of bank? Roll the window down, it stinks in here."
He slumps against the seat with a satisfied grunt as she pulls out of the lot. "Don't girls like cars and money?" he ponders, propping his feet up over the glove compartment. "Just watch, noona."
"Get your shoes off my dashboard, punk," she says, but she can't stop smiling.
fin
A/N: the working title for this was "if u wanna be my lover u gotta get with my benz"
Pairing: baekhyun/taeyeon
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, mild romance
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekyeon car sex for an anon who asked. 1,605 words.
"What are the suits for?" Taeyeon asks, eyebrows raised.
Baekhyun tosses them in the backseat and slides into shotgun, bangs swishing in his face. He leans over and grins. "You'll see."
His hands are already playing with the hem of her shirt as she peels away from the curb. "Behave," she says through her teeth, and almost rams into the truck in front of them at the next red light after his palm skates dangerously close to her belly button. She sucks her stomach in, breath caught in her throat. "Hey, I'm serious."
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Baekhyun asks, sounding wounded. Taeyeon hazards a glance sideways. Catches a slice of the wide grin on his face beneath the streetlight shining through the window. When the signal turns green, she floors the gas pedal and sends his face bouncing back against the headrest, fingers digging into her hip for purchase.
His scratchy groan turns into scratchy laughter soon enough. It's good to hear. It's good to see him at all-with concert prep and TTS promotions gearing up, they haven't had a lot of time to meet. The hand at her hip crawls up to rest just beneath her right breast and plays with the lacy band of her bra. "Nearly there," she says, taking a sharp turn down toward the river. Not the most genius decision ever, but there isn't a lot you can do with someone absently fondling you while you're driving. "God, can't you wait two seconds?"
"Nope," he says, cheeky and obstinate. The hand stays on her boob. She inhales, chest expanding in Baekhyun's palm, and brings the car to a screeching halt at the waterfront.
"We're here."
"Oh, good," Baekhyun says with feeling. "I thought you might be driving us all the way out to Bucheon. Total overkill."
Taeyeon tunes him out and peers through the windshield. It's late. It was already past two in the morning when she pulled up in front of EXO's dorm, so it's later than that now, the parking lot around them deserted and quiet. She can hear Baekhyun breathing next to her, the shift of fabric as he fidgets in his seat. Then he lets out a soft oh, and reaches back to pull the dry cleaning to the front again. Hangs one up to cover each window and beams like it's the greatest thing he's ever done.
"Just in case, you know."
Before she can list out all the ways he's an idiot, he's kissing her, eager tongue sliding along her teeth, one hand carding through her hair and the other undoing the snap of her jeans. Taeyeon slides a little lower down the seat and bunches her hands in the thin material of his shirt, thumbs tucked against his collarbone. In the dark, she can just make out his eyes, crinkled at the corners, the slope of his nose as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, bangs falling into his face.
The hand at her navel slips past the band of her underwear. Baekhyun tucks two fingers between her legs and curls them in without preamble, knuckles rubbing right up inside her. She gasps into his mouth, a rush of wetness gathering at her crotch. She can feel him smiling into the kiss. She grinds down without meaning to, already sweating a little, hair stuck to her neck. Her pussy clenches when Baekhyun removes his fingers and fucking licks them, eyes bright and round, index finger sliding out of his mouth with a wet pop.
"You should've done that before-"
"Sorry, sorry," and then he's kissing her again, wet fingers flicking against her clit before sliding back inside. Her thighs fall open as he scissors leisurely, reaching deeper, twisting so the pad of his fingers rub against the warmest spot inside her, and-
The hand is in Baekhyun's mouth. Taeyeon clenches around air, lets out a sharp noise of frustration as he licks it clean.
"Sorry," he repeats, not sounding sorry at all. "Tastes too nice-"
Taeyeon slaps him on the arm, face burning. "Don't be a tease. You know we don't have much time."
"Alright, alright," he says, failing to dodge the next smack. He stands in the cramped car and, through some pretty incredible acrobatics that Taeyeon can't follow, manages to curl himself beneath the wheel of the car. Even with her seat pushed all the way back it's a pretty tight fit, and leaves his head right up against her cunt.
She reaches down to pinch his nose, laughs when he shakes her off and wrinkles it.
"What was that for?" he asks, helping her tug her jeans and panties down around her thighs.
Taeyeon flicks his forehead for good measure. "Don't you dare blow a raspberry on my clit again."
He tilts his head, considering. "So that means it's okay to do it some place that isn't your clit?"
Taeyeon just grabs the back of his head and pulls him forward, cuts him off mid-cackle, his tongue sliding against her pussy, licking up toward the nub. His lips stay on her, sucking hard, and her first orgasm creeps up on her without warning, the pressure in her stomach peaking as she grabs his ears for leverage and grinds down on his face.
His tongue's still inside her when she winds down from it, riding his mouth, and he shoves three fingers in to join it, twisting as deep as they'll go. When she comes again her entire upper body snaps forward, abdomen clenched and aching, forehead smacking the wheel so hard it blasts out one loud honk before she rears back again, dazed.
Baekhyun turns his face into her thigh and laughs over the ringing in her ears, his shoulders shaking against her knees. Taeyeon crumples her hand in a fist and boxes his head weakly. Her stomach still feels like a furnace, gooey and warm. As he pulls her jeans back up, she mutters, "I hate you," and when she glances down again his chin's tucked over her knee, peering up at her keenly. Her eyesight's adjusted enough that she can see that stupid puppy dog look, the worst kind that only appears when he's mugging for the camera. Or really wants something.
He finally unfolds himself from beneath the wheel and kneels on the driver's seat, traps her legs in between his knees, hands braced on either side of her head. "C'mon, noona," he says, voice pitched deeper than usual. "Are you gonna return the favor?"
When he kisses her she can taste herself on his tongue, tangy and sticky, his mouth slanting over hers like a suction cup. She fumbles with his belt for a minute before undoing it and tugging his pants down, dainty fingers trailing up the underside of his erection. It's his turn to gasp. She wraps her hand around his dick and pulls him forward until he's sitting in her lap, hands running down her front to palm her breasts again. He pulls back for a second when she presses a thumb against the tip, smears the bit of precum there, rasps, "You should drive us home like this," and the rest is cut off when Taeyeon squeezes the base of his cock just this side of too hard as a warning.
His hips jerk forward. He drops his chin on her shoulder and groans, bucking up into her hand. "I should've known you'd like that," she says. He forgets the ceiling and smacks his head when he gets on his knees again. Lets out a low whine that she laughs at, rubs the back of his head-and then she slides down in her seat some more and takes as much of him into her mouth as she can, swirls her tongue around his shaft and hollows her cheeks out.
The air in the car is so heavy Taeyeon could wave her hand and catch it in her palm. Baekhyun's breathing goes uneven and he fists a loose hand in her hair, holds it out of her face for her. He must think it's gentlemanly or something. The angle's too weird for her to do much without getting a cramp in her neck, but by that time he's fucking himself into her mouth in earnest. She lets her mouth relax and watches his face, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to muffle himself. Like it's embarrassing to make noise when he's in a situation like this, or maybe because of some misguided sense of contrition. She likes hearing him. She likes it when he's loud. She reaches up and presses a thumb to his jaw. His mouth drops open and he moans as he tenses and comes, coating the inside of her mouth with thick jizz, fingers smoothing through her hair.
He sits down hard on the hand brake, after, and grimaces when his head falls back against the passenger's side window. Tucks himself in his pants and lets out a long breath.
"You need a bigger car," he says, grinning.
"You gonna buy me one, hotshot?" She shoves him all the way over when he actually seems like he might be considering it. "Oh, please. Do you even have that kind of bank? Roll the window down, it stinks in here."
He slumps against the seat with a satisfied grunt as she pulls out of the lot. "Don't girls like cars and money?" he ponders, propping his feet up over the glove compartment. "Just watch, noona."
"Get your shoes off my dashboard, punk," she says, but she can't stop smiling.
fin
A/N: the working title for this was "if u wanna be my lover u gotta get with my benz"