Midsummer's Hay Day
Date: 220620
Warnings: SMUT 🔞, fingering, eating out, fucking, gen.expl.lang.
Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader
WC: 1,75k
NOTE: This is the same Baek as the one in Rockenrowla (Raunchette), but it can be read without reading that one first.
Masterlist
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The green pole goes up against the clear blue sky with cheers and applause. Yours too. Thinking it would be a fun - cute - thing to watch it’s brought you straight back to the excitement you always felt as a child seeing it raised and as if a wand had been waived everything suddenly has the glittering sheen of Midsummer. Everyone claps and hoots - except for Baekhyun. Standing against the shaded wall away from the crowd he smirks. Not in a condescending way, more in an amused way that everyone still finds such fun in it.
Excusing yourself, you cross the lawn, noting that white shoes on lush summer grass wasn’t the smartest idea.
“Oooh, who’s this guy, too cool to have fun?”
Blowing smoke out to his side he smiles. He almost flicks the stub away but catches himself and squashes it in a sand-filled tin jar at the corner of the building.
“Mom likes you”, he muses, hanging his arm over your shoulder as you walk.
“She’d like you too if you put in some effort…”
“Nah, she’d be overwhelmed if I changed my brooding ways…”
Of course Baekyun hasn’t been brooding and of course his mom likes - loves - him, this is just the battle of immersing yourself in some good, wholesome fun vs. wholesome in moderation you’ve had ever since Baekhyun saw your reaction when being invited. Of course it hadn’t just been about the holiday, but about seeing his childhood home, his family. Going round saying his hello’s to the old-timers they’d have at least one story each to share about his young self and it made him blush more than once. He even got rosier than you when they said you were pretty; he’d smile shyly, but proudly.
The sun had shone brightly but not too hotly since you arrived, making waking up and cracking the bedroom window open feel like you were stepping into the dreamstate and it’s no different now. Throwing a glance behind he takes you by the wrist:
“Come…”, he says excitedly, guiding you towards the barn. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Spotting a blanket haphazardly spread on one of the hay bales you know what he’s up to.
“I’m supposed to think it’s a coincidence?”
“No. While you were busy playing in the yard I snuck off to create this oasis of romance for us…”, he replies in a snobby voice, putting out his arms in ta-da.
“Aren’t you gonna shut the door at least?”, you ask when he goes right in for the kiss after hoisting you up on romance central.
If anyone walked by they wouldn’t be able to see you from the path but they’d only have to pop their head in, perhaps looking for a lost guest.
“Aeh… I’ll hear the gravel.” Cupping your face, he envelopes your lips. “It’s a bit exciting, no? They could be right there…having no idea what we’re doing right here…”
Words and sticky kisses alike win you over so you tug at his t-shirt. The skirt of your dress naturally rides up high on your thighs when you open them so he can come closer.
“I used to fantasize about sneaking in here with a girl.”
“Ha! Those old b-horror movies where the pretty couple wants a little privacy and the guy’s all come on, baby, suck my dick...” You can see it in front of you so well it makes you laugh.
“What movies have you been watching?”, he smiles, then comes close to your ear. He’s practically drooling as he firmly puts his hand on your waist. “Come on, baby, gimme a little suck-”
“Ew! Do it yourself!”
“If I could…”, he purrs jokingly, then seamlessly goes back to sexy mode.
There’s always that moment before having sex when the kissing turns magnetic - as easy as the flick of a switch your bodies heat up and seem to pull towards one another. Already having your legs open doesn’t exactly lessen the urge, or the ease with which Baekhyun puts his hand between them, gently gracing over your panties with the back of his fingers. Without breaking your kiss you pull them to the side and gasp quietly when he starts pushing his finger in because - just like he said - it’s a bit exciting and naughty, discreetly pulling your underwear to the side so your boyfriend can play with your pussy.
When he’s pumped enough times to coat his finger he grabs them.
“No, what if someone comes, seriously.”
“They won’t…”, he hums, kissing your ear. “I’ll hear them…seriously. You were hugging my finger like you want more…”
You can’t always focus on the worst thing that could happen - sometimes it’s best to focus on the best. When you raise your body he slides them off and casually puts them in his back pocket before kneeling. When you lean back and see your naked waist the gear is shifted from naughty to pornographic (you’re the innocent milkmaid who couldn’t withstand the fiery charm of the farmhand) and it turns you on even more. Swallowing, you look towards the door, listen carefully for any close sound, but-
“Ah…”
Baekhyun slides his two middle fingers in. He knows he doesn’t have all the time in the world so he starts at a medium pace, making sure to push tightly around your entrance when he’s all the way in. You part your folds and he happily accepts, taking over from you before lapping all over your clit. Well and finally in his own fantasy he lets loose, almost making as much noise as he does when he eats you out after drinking, groaning as he flicks his stiff tongue.
“Shh…” You try to tell him, but your vocal cords aren’t stable enough to continue.
“Mm…mh”, he moans, as if hearing but not caring, as he sucks and lets go of your clit.
Your entire chest jerks, unable to steady itself through the immense pleasure and your breaths come out in airy stutters.
“Ah-hh, Bae-khyun…oh...”, you mumble, placing your hand on his hair.
You almost don’t want to come. His lush lips and dripping tongue eating greedily while his fingers tirelessly fuck feels too good to give up. The best view is him between your legs, which he proves again by looking up at you. Seeing the way his tongue moves your clit around pushes you over the edge; understanding, he pumps harder, licks ferociously and rubs from above - choking, making a tight fist, you push down his head, spasming over his mouth, disbelieving the exalted explosion of pleasure.
You hear but don’t care about the scrunching of the gravel outside - you’ve only got senses for this licentious moment with Baekhyun, softly bucking against him and the way he catches your clit in a kiss when you round forward.
Even when you stop he continues to slowly pump the fluids out of you as you stroke his hair, spent but still hungry for him.
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“And where do you think you’re going?”, Baekhyun asks, blocking your way. “Oasis two is that way.”
Of course it is. No hay barn fantasy could be complete without it - the loft. Picking the blanket up he smacks you on the ass.
“Go on.”
The steps creak when you walk up and well there the smell of hay is immensely stronger. It’s earthy yet fresh - a sort of smell that makes you nostalgic even though such memories aren’t in your brain files. He looks around, then points to some bales a bit further in, probably not visible from downstairs:
“That looks the right height.” Moving them a little to give you a place to rest your leg, he spreads the blanket out, patting it. “Romance, check.”
The chain connected to his belt clinks as he undoes his trousers and shoves them to the floor. It’s hard to resist putting the thick, juicy, head in your mouth so you do just that. Obviously not trying to make him climax you focus on the top half, enjoying tasting him and making him the leading role this time.
His belt drags heavily on the wood when he takes a few steps forward to put your leg over his shoulder. His length slides in smoothly, accompanied by a soft “um…”, and he doesn’t hesitate to press all the way to the hilt. After two, three, thrusts he sets his pace and begins pumping into you, his moves tickling small buzzes from the orgasm you just had.
“Uh, god…”, he sighs, closing his eyes.
As if unable to decide, his expression changes from slack jaw to faint smile within each breath, relishing the sensation of burying himself inside you. His palm presses on your inner thigh to keep your leg from bouncing forward too much from the impact while the other one just about touches your kneecap. Enjoying this rare opportunity, his thrusts aren’t forceful to begin with, just enough that you can hear the smacking, especially against the wet surface - but he soon lets go of your legs and grabs your dress instead. Holding it taut in his hands he thrusts faster and faster - this, anyone standing downstairs would hear.
“Agh, fuck…”, he groans to the ceiling, then focuses on watching his cock disappearing, his breaths getting shorter, the stretch of your dress tighter. “Ah-”
He pulls back, pumping his cum out to the side; he exhales hard through his nose to keep quiet, but even so a wanton groan slips past him as he caresses over the ridge to the head of his cock.
Shutting his eyes tight he opens his mouth and strokes it all out, pressing tightly against his shaft. When he opens them again he smiles at you like a man set free; pulling up his boxers, he gives himself a final squeeze.
“Mm.” He shakes his head and kisses you. “If I didn’t already know you were my dreamgirl…”
“Why'd you…shoot off?”
“So it won’t run out when you walk outta here.”
“But isn’t this…the horses food?”
“Oh, shit!”, he chuckles, opening his eyes wide and stretches the blanket to wipe.
When he straightens up again you freeze - his mom calling from below.
“There you are..! Playing cowboys when Y/N is helping out in the kitchen. Go give her a hand.”
(That’s where you were going before he got you off the path.) You cover your mouth to stop from laughing when Baekhyun crosses his arms and squints at you.
“Yes, mother…”, he calls back with sarcasm meant for you.
“Wait”, you whisper and go for his back pocket, but he turns.
Biting his lip, as if thinking, he then releases it, shaking his head.
