Do What U Want (To My Body)
The first time Jongin and Chanyeol had sex, it was prefaced by some “friendly” wrestling. Chanyeol had begun tickling her and wouldn’t stop even when she pled for him to, and she quickly overpowered him and tussled with him off of the couch onto the floor. Chanyeol was really turned on by that, but he didn’t know if he was turned on by the hot girl straddling and rubbing against his crotch or how easily she dominated him. For manhood’s sake, he went with the former.
Later on in the relationship, the conversation about kinks and fetishes and fantasies cropped up. Chanyeol admitted that he was into being bitten and scratched and often fantasized about having sex in public, but his desires seemed vanilla compared to Jongin’s. She blushed a deep red and blurted it out and Chanyeol was adamant that he was hearing things.
“Come again?” Chanyeol asked.
Jongin whined. “You’re embarrassing me now.”
“Just… repeat what you said. I think I misheard you.”
“I said I want to fuck a guy in the ass!”
Chanyeol breathed in deeply and nodded to himself. He’d heard correctly. “Well, that’s… that’s interesting.”
Jongin frowned. “You think I’m weird, don’t you.”
Chanyeol shook his head. “No, no, of course not!” he replied. “I… just never expected that. From you. Because you’re, like… the sweetest little thing.”
Jongin smirked. “You can’t always judge a book by its cover.”
That’s exactly right, Chanyeol thought. Exactly fucking right.
“There’s nothing wrong with a little butt-stuff,” Kris declared over drinks later that night. Chanyeol shot the beer in his mouth out of his nose.
“Kris… she’s literally the daintiest little thing. She must be joking,” Chanyeol countered.
“Isn’t that the best kind of girl, though? The one that looks like she’s reserved and likes to go by the book then bam she’s fucking your butt,” Kris mused. Chanyeol gave him a look and shook his head.
“Are you speaking from experience?”
“Absolutely.”
“Jesus Christ.” Chanyeol tossed back the last of his beer and ran a finger through his hair. “So what you’re saying is that I should… you know. Let her…”
“What would it hurt?” Kris said with a shrug.
“My ass, for one,” Chanyeol replied.
“Lube is your friend.”
“But how would she even -- like, with her fingers or something? With her vibrator?” Chanyeol sank down in his seat. “What am I getting myself into?”
“You are the one that is having anything got into you,” Kris said, his words slurred.
“Figures. You’re drunk.” Chanyeol shook his head. “Useless.”
Perched under Chanyeol’s arm, in the middle of a sex shop, Jongin gazed up at her boyfriend. “I’m so happy you’re considering this. You’re so good to me.”
Chanyeol gulped, his eyes focused on a display case holding an assortment of dildos and strap-ons. They all looked so imposing; he tried to imagine having one of those up his ass and it made his whole digestive tract shrink up into his throat. “Anything for you, babe,” he managed.
“You look scared!” Jongin said, laughing. “I’m not going to get anything ridiculous. I don’t want to tear your ass open.”
Chanyeol looked at Jongin with the utmost of fear in his eyes. “That can happen?”
Jongin frowned. “Calm down, will you? It can happen if you’re stupid but if you know what you’re doing…” A worker passed by the aisle and Jongin called to get her attention. Mortification paralyzed Chanyeol as the worker, a petite, young, pretty girl with a name tag that read Minseok, approached them.
“How can I help you?” Minseok asked.
“Ah, well… my boyfriend and I are looking for a, um…” Jongin laughed shyly. “I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.”
“I’m the last person to judge you. I work here,” Minseok said with a grin.
“Well… okay. We’re looking to experiment a bit in the bedroom and basically I’m looking for a strap-on so I can do him in the ass.” Jongin pursed her lips and Chanyeol groaned.
Minseok took a look at Chanyeol and nodded her head. “I’m guessing this is his first time, so you’re going to want to start small. Unfortunately, our strap-ons come with larger attachments, but you can but the harness separately from the attachment. I’d suggest, as an attachment, you get one of our G-spotters -- they’re made for women but I’ve heard from customers that it works wonders for the prostate.”
Minseok gestured for them to follow her and Jongin gave Chanyeol a smile that said “I’m impressed!” He half-heartedly returned it, meanwhile listening to Minseok ramble on about the benefits of G-spotters.
Sex that night started as normally as ever, save for the fact that Chanyeol had a few drinks beforehand to keep from psyching himself out. He and Jongin undressed each other in the midst of deep kisses, hips grinding together and hands groping with reckless abandon. The only difference was at the point where Chanyeol would usually leave Jongin to get up to find a condom, he was the one lying on the bed waiting while Jongin went over to the opaque shopping bag and produced the harness and dildo.
She assembled the two items quickly and then slipped it on, shooting Chanyeol furtive glances and anticipatory smirks. Chanyeol really felt like he could go for another drink or five but Jongin was already slinking back over, armed with an artificial penis and ready to take his anal virginity.
“Are you nervous?” Jongin asked in a soft voice that had the hairs on Chanyeol’s body standing on end. He nodded. “Don’t be. I’ll be gentle.” She giggled and grabbed the lube from the bedside table, applied some to the dildo and rubbed the rest into her fingers, then nudged Chanyeol’s legs apart with her elbows.
There’s nothing wrong with a little butt-stuff, Chanyeol thought to himself, even though the last thing he wanted to think about right now was Kris. Nothing at all.
Chanyeol jumped and his eyes flew open wide as Jongin pressed a finger to his asshole and gave it a few taps. “You need to relax,” Jongin whispered, rubbing her fingertip against his entrance.
He took a deep breath and forcefully let it all out as Jongin pushed her finger inside of him, the slim digit only going as far as what Chanyeol thought to be two knuckles deep. To his surprise, it didn’t hurt; if anything, it was slightly uncomfortable but nothing he’d slap her hand away and tell her to stop for. It probably helped that she had slender fingers that were coated in lube but now wasn’t the time to consider logistics.
“Can I put another one in?” Jongin asked, and Chanyeol couldn’t believe such a polite question was coming out of such a pretty mouth that belonged to someone with part of her hand up his ass.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered, and she pulled her finger out just a bit so that she could slide a second one alongside it. Chanyeol closed his eyes, adjusting to the stretch, as Jongin made use of her free hand and started to stroke his semi-hard cock.
“Let me know if I’m hurting you, you know,” Jongin said, and Chanyeol nodded. “Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Positive,” Chanyeol replied, and he meant it. Once he’d begun to relax, it all actually felt really good and he found himself thinking that Jongin did them both a favor by bringing it up.
She worked the head of his cock in her fist as she pushed her fingers deeper, hooking them gently. Chanyeol took a moment to decide whether or not this felt strange but lost all ability to think when her finger braced against his prostate.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol hissed, and Jongin smiled.
“Ooh, I found it,” she said mischievously. “One more finger, okay?”
“No,” Chanyeol said, grabbing her wrist. “Just… do it.”
“Do what?” Jongin said with a smile.
“You know…” Chanyeol gestured at the strap-on around her hips. “It.”
“You know what I want you to say,” Jongin said, sliding out her fingers and letting go of his cock so she could crawl up and hover over his body.
“Baby…” Chanyeol whimpered. “Just do the thing.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me.”
“Good boy.” There was a darkness in her eyes that Chanyeol hadn’t seen before and if his cock wasn’t already hard that would have been the thing to do it.
But then he thought about it; he’d seen that darkness the night they first had sex, when she wrestled him into submission as revenge for tickling her. She knew how to turn it on and off, he realized. He’d been fooled the whole time.
She lifted his legs and pushed them back a bit toward his chest, and he assisted her by holding them back. Then, she pressed the tip of the dildo against his asshole and gently guided herself in.
This felt way different from her fingers but it still wasn’t unpleasant, Chanyeol decided. He focused his eyes on her hips, noting the way they slowly pushed towards him, pushed something deep inside of him then had to close his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow.
“Do you like it?” Jongin asked, and Chanyeol nodded. He opened his eyes again as Jongin made to lie down on top of him, only to close them again as she kissed him.
She eventually picked up a rhythm that had Chanyeol groaning breathily on each thrust, running his fingers through her hair and sucking kisses into her neck. When Chanyeol whispered for her to go faster, she readily heeded his request and got them into a position that better allowed it. Now Chanyeol was practically seated in her lap and she remained laying on top of him, staring into his eyes as she fucked into him with quick, shallow thrusts.
His cock rocked back and forth against the small of her stomach, causing a delicious friction that had him cursing under his breath. He let one hand rest on her waist and used the other to stroke himself, slowly and statically enough that he could keep the sensation of the tip of his cock against her stomach.
He choked out a moan each time Jongin thrust her hips hard and sent the tip of the dildo against his prostate, biting her lip and staring at him through hooded eyes. She did that a few times and only stopped when Chanyeol exclaimed that he was about to finish and did so all over her stomach. Every one of Chanyeol’s muscles relaxed and his head lolled to the side, deep, slow breaths emanating from his lips. Jongin pulled out and pressed her lips against the sharp edge of Chanyeol’s jaw.
“That was incredible,” Chanyeol breathed, and Jongin giggled.
“Was it? And here I was thinking that you wouldn’t enjoy it,” she said in response. Chanyeol turned his head and nudged her lips over to his, and he kissed her deeply.
“Your turn,” Chanyeol said, sitting up and gently pushing Jongin onto the bed. She asked no questions as he undid the buckles on the strap-on and pulled it off of her hips, then got down between her legs.
“Oh, I thought you were going to put it in my ass now,” Jongin said, tangling her fingers in Chanyeol’s hair. “It’s okay. I like this better.”
Chanyeol gripped the soft part of her thighs and pressed an open mouth against her pussy, sucking gently on her clit. She moaned and drove her hips up to his face, wordlessly begging him to indulge. Then she gasped as Chanyeol pressed a thumb to the opening of her ass.
“Oh, you’re sneaky,” she whispered, humming in satisfaction as Chanyeol pushed a bit harder and inserted the top half of his thumb inside of her. His mouth never left her pussy, tongue flicking hungrily and lips sucking her in where it counted.
Within moments, Chanyeol managed to reduce Jongin to a quivering, swearing mess, her fingers leaving his hair to clutch at the bedsheets. He took his thumb out and pressed kisses up her thigh, then up to her lips.
“So, um,” Jongin mumbled. “We’re going to do that more often, right?”
Chanyeol kissed her again. “Yeah, we can make that happen.”