Unwind
kris/fem!chanyeol
“Okay, so, the Joseon dynasty was the last dynasty in Korean history and was the longest running Confucian dynasty, having spanned five centuries. It was founded in 1392 by King Taejo…” Chanyeol looked at her thigh and then to her right, where Kris sat inconspicuously, as if his hand weren’t creeping dangerously up her leg. “Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything,” he said, smiling as he spoke the words.
“I have to finish this presentation before class tomorrow morning and you being a flirt is going to get in the way of that, I’m sure,” Chanyeol said, as firmly as she could. Kris brushed his fingers along the seam on the inner thigh of her jeans and she nervously cleared her throat. He knew that was her sweet spot; she wouldn’t be able to hold back for too long now.
“I can think of exactly one thing I’d rather be doing right now,” Kris said, noting the way Chanyeol trembled as he leaned in to her neck, breathing warmly and softly there.
“That’s… great and all but I did terribly on my midterm in Korean History 1002 and I… really need to pay attention…” She swallowed whatever words she had left as Kris kissed her neck, right where her pulse pounded the hardest. He let his lips linger there before he kissed her again.
“I’ve watched you slave over this project for three weeks now,” Kris said, letting his hand slide up higher and his lips find purchase at the tip of Chanyeol’s collarbone. “I think you need to de-stress, and I know just the thing.”
“We… we’re in the library,” Chanyeol whispered, glancing around frantically to see if anyone was watching. Though there were people around, they were all engulfed in their studies, noses in books and fingers tapping away at their laptops. “I can’t leave because if I do, someone will take my spot and you know how hard it is to find a good spot in the library.” Kris traced the seam below her zipper and Chanyeol nervously ran her fingertips across her bottom lip. “Can’t we do this later? It can be a reward for me finishing my project, finally, after three long weeks!”
Kris pressed the pads of his fingers against the seam and Chanyeol gasped. “That’s a good idea… but wouldn’t you work harder if you were stressfree?” Chanyeol whined deep in her throat. “And if you work harder, you’ll finish faster… and then we can do it again, as a reward. How does that sound?”
Chanyeol said nothing, only slammed her laptop shut and gathered her things in one swift movement. “You win. Let’s go.”
Only the heavens above knew how they were able to survive the university shuttle ride back to Kris’s off-campus accommodations. Maybe it was because Chanyeol sat as far away from Kris as she could, not daring to even glance back at him as much as he sent her texts telling her all of the dirty things he wanted to do to her once they were alone. When the bus pulled up to the complex, the two of them nearly ran off of it toward his apartment.
“Wait, careful, I don’t want to break my laptop,” Chanyeol breathed as Kris threw her up against the wall, her backpack bearing most of the impact. She managed to shrug off the bag and carefully place it on the floor before Kris kissed her, tongue hungrily searching her mouth. His hands slid beneath her blouse and he held tight to the curve of her hips, pulling her close to him.
Chanyeol ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly as he lifted one of her legs and hooked it around him, then ground his hips into hers, forcefully but slowly all at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Chanyeol’s waist and she wrapped her other leg around him, their lips never separating. Carrying her now, Kris walked blindly toward the bedroom.
Chanyeol’s hair splayed around her head as Kris deposited her onto the bed. She tugged her shirt off over her head and teasingly palmed at her breasts, still covered by a pink lace brassiere. She bit her lips as she pushed them together, giggling a bit as Kris watched her speechlessly. “What are you waiting for?” she asked coyly. “You can’t drag me out of the library and then get cold feet.”
As Chanyeol sat up and reached for Kris’s belt, Kris leaned in as if he were about to lie on top of her and pick up where they left off. He curled his long fingers around her smaller hand when they met halfway and shook his head. “Just let me handle it.” Chanyeol wasn’t able to ask him what he meant before Kris kissed her again, using his weight against hers to force her to lie back down.
He busied his hands with the copper button on her jeans, working on the zipper as soon as the button popped free of the hole. He broke the kiss so that he could tug the jeans down from around her hips, and she kicked them the rest of the way off.
Kris gestured for Chanyeol to slide closer to the middle of the bed, and when she did, Kris requested that she put her legs together and raise her feet to the ceiling. She did that, making a sound caught somewhere between a chuckle and a moan as he observed the curve of her ass against the mattress and the swell of her pussy against the fabric of her panties.
“I love it when you match your panties and your bra,” Kris remarked, pulling apart her legs so that he could climb between them. He kissed her tenderly and then smiled before he added, “Mostly because I think it’s cute that you put so much thought into your underwear when I’m just gonna throw them on the floor anyway.”
Chanyeol rolled her eyes then closed them as Kris dipped down and pressed his lips between her collarbones. He gingerly pulled down the straps of Chanyeol’s bra until the cups fell away from her breasts, and he cupped them in his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. He glanced up at Chanyeol as he licked tentatively at one of her erected nipples, then swirled his tongue around it before sucking it between his lips. A breathy moan left Chanyeol’s mouth as Kris flicked his thumb back and forth across the other nipple, and she reached down to touch herself.
Kris squeezed Chanyeol’s breasts again and kissed in between them, then trailed kisses down her abdomen to her navel. He watched the way her chest and stomach rose and fell as she panted, hand working furiously in her panties, then moved lower to kiss her fingers through the lace.
Chanyeol quivered and pulled out her hand, as if she were waiting for Kris to replace it with his mouth. Instead, he kissed her hand where it laid at the small of her stomach then sucked the glisten off her fingers.
“Mm, you taste incredible,” Kris remarked, and Chanyeol whimpered and bucked her hips desperately. Not wanting to keep her waiting, he ventured lower and pulled aside the crotch of her panties, then started in on her pussy.
Chanyeol cursed and whined as Kris sucked and licked at her clit, tangling her fingers in Kris’s hair with one hand and covering her mouth with the back of the other hand. Kris clawed at her hips as he tried to taste all of her at once and Chanyeol sobbed in delight, grinding her hips against Kris’s mouth. He alternated between licking and sucking until Chanyeol was gasping, cussing through gritted teeth, arching her back off of the bed -- and then she came, hard, thighs shaking and squeezing Kris’s head tight between them. He playfully flicked his tongue against her clit and she yelped, pushing him away as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. Kris took this time to pull Chanyeol’s panties off completely, to which she responded by tugging him down so that she could kiss him.
As they kissed, Kris put a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit gently, in slow circles. Chanyeol moaned into his mouth, encouraging him to venture further with a buck of her hips, and Kris obliged by sliding one finger inside of her. She gyrated onto his finger in a way that helped it to brush on that spot deep inside and she gasped. “Put another one in,” she whispered, and Kris nodded, withdrawing the first finger just a bit so that he could accommodate the second. He started slowly, pumping the pair of fingers in and out of her, then picked up some speed, much to Chanyeol’s delight.
“I fucking love it when you do that,” Chanyeol breathed as Kris buried his head in her neck.
“When I do what?” Kris asked, so obviously patronizing her.
Kris hooked his fingers suddenly and Chanyeol moaned aloud. “When you fuck me like that with your fingers,” she managed, panting hard now. Quiet oh fucks and oh gods floated from her lips as Kris sucked bruises onto her neck.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” Kris whispered, and Chanyeol replied with a strained uh-huh. “I love feeling you cum around my finger, squeeze them tight with that beautiful pussy…”
When he used his thumb to rub her clit while he fingered her, Chanyeol wrapped an arm around Kris’s shoulder and held him close to her. She felt herself growing closer to the edge as Kris panted hot against her neck, groaning in pleasure at the feel and sound of how wet she was.
It wasn’t long before Chanyeol was writhing again, the only difference now being the way the sheets beneath her were soaked all of a sudden. Her cheeks burned red as Kris scoffed in amazement.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” he remarked, withdrawing his fingers and watching her cum drip off of them.
“Neither did I,” Chanyeol mumbled, covering her face with her hands.
Kris chuckled and nudged her hands away with his nose so that he could press a kiss to her lips. “Don’t be embarrassed, babe… that was really hot.” She groaned regardless of his reassurance and he kissed her once more. “Are you too tired?”
“No,” Chanyeol replied. “Just give me a minute.”
Kris nodded and got off of the bed so that he could divest himself of his own clothing. After a few moments, Chanyeol sat up and reached back to unhook her bra at long last, tossing it aside as she moved to sit back on her knees. Naked now, Kris got back onto the bed and took his place behind Chanyeol, who had positioned herself with her hands against the headboard and her back flat. Slowly, he entered her, Chanyeol’s wetness letting Kris’s cock in with ease. She mewled as Kris began to thrust, gently at first but faster and harder at her beckoning.
Chanyeol’s elbows buckled as Kris pounded into her and her hands fell to the pillows, where she let her head loll and her fingers claw. Kris reached towards and cupped her breasts in his hands, pulled her back so that he could kiss her neck and back while he fucked her. She retaliated by bargaining for control, pushing back against him and riding his cock, sinking him deeper within her. He let her do this, biting her shoulder while he played with her breasts and listened to her moan and dirty talk him. Her breaths started to quicken once more, and then she cried out, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath them again.
“God, twice,” Chanyeol whined, Kris holding her tight as her body twitched in pleasure. “I can’t believe I squirted twice.”
“It’s so goddamn hot,” Kris said, and Chanyeol shook her head.
“It’s embarrassing,” she countered, and when he looked as if he were getting ready to rebut she quickly shoved him onto his back.
Wordlessly, she folded a hand around his cock and pumped away at it, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. Chanyeol swirled her tongue around the head of his cock a few times, tasting herself and him at the same time, then focused all of her attention on jerking him off.
“Are you close?” she asked, and Kris nodded his head, chest heaving. “Do you want to cum on my face or tits, baby?”
“I don’t care,” he panted in response, and just then the first of his cum came spurting forth. Chanyeol decided on her face as she leaned in to lick it up, the brunt of his cum splattering onto her lips and tongue and nose. She swallowed what made it into her mouth then wiped away what started to drip down her face with her fingers.
“I think a shower’s in order,” Chanyeol said as Kris opened his eyes and stared at her. She smiled broadly. “A quick one though, so I can go back to working on my project. I still want that reward when I finish it.”