you wanted a hit
you wanted a hit | exo | kris/tao | 1200~ | in which Zitao gets piercings (or really, just sex)
warnings: mild piercing play. also, there might be hints of d/s themes
also, the title really has no direct link with the fic.
When the first needle pushes through Zitao’s ear, he expects to feel pain, or maybe fear. He does feel pain, but the pain is masked by the searing pleasure he feels, the rush of that one instance, his cock hardening in his too-tight leather pants.
He hears himself gasp, a gasp that ends in a low moan, and watches as Wu Fan smiles, hand creeping higher up Zitao’s thigh under the table. His finger brushes his cock above the leather.
The second needle doesn’t have as much as an impact as the first one, especially since his earlobe is already numb, but Zitao still gasps a little, Wu Fan’s hand now cupping the front of his pants. His cock rubs against the leather, and it actually hurts, the way it’s pressing against the restraining fabric.
His hips jerk towards Wu Fan’s hand as the third needle, the one in his helix, digs deep into skin. He breathes frantically as the piercer fits in the barbell. He’s lucky that the piercing parlor was so dark, and that he was sitting at a table, because he’s achingly hard and Wu Fan’s persistent hand is not helping.
“Didn’t think you would react like that, Tao, didn’t think you would like it,” Wu Fan whispers against flushed skin. Zitao makes a ridiculous sound, one a concoction of both pain and pleasure, when Wu Fan uses his teeth to tug on one of the piercing. He swirls the tip of his tongue over the captured piercing, as little jolts tumble through Zitao’s body. Wu Fan releases his ear then, and pulls Zitao’s shirt over his head.
Zitao doesn’t know how this happened. He doesn’t understand why he is allowing Wu Fan to pull at his piercings. He doesn’t understand why he even pierced his ears. Wu Fan had been the first person to talk to him when he entered the company, and Zitao has always felt a sense of obligation towards him. He thinks he might be enjoying this a little too much, likes the way Wu Fan -
A tug on his helix piercing tugs him back to reality, and he gasps as Wu Fan flicks a tongue at it. At the same time, Wu Fan presses closer, knee bumping into Zitao’s thigh. He presses deeper.
“Don’t zone out,” Wu Fan mouths next to his ear, “or I will bite your ears bloody.”
Zitao cannot stop the way his cock hardens.
His back is against the wall, and he can feel the way it digs into his skin, the uneven surface littered with tiny bumps, but then Wu Fan catches his mouth with his own again, and the pain blurs together with the overwhelming pleasure. Wu Fan’s mouth is domineering, insistent, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, and Zitao allows him to, revels in the way Wu Fan’s tongue pushes into his own mouth. His hands are curled around Wu Fan’s waist, under his shirt.
There’s probably something to be said about how he compiles immediately when Wu Fan pushes at his shoulder. He’s on his knees, pulling down the zipper on Wu Fan’s jeans with his teeth (just like how Wu Fan had taught him to do). He makes quick work of the button with his hands, and slips both boxer and jeans down in one quick tug. A few months back he would have hesitated, but at present, he takes the head of Wu Fan’s cock in his mouth, sucking. He does it the way Wu Fan likes, tongue pressed against the tip. Wu Fan curls fingers into his hair, tugging.
The pressure against his throat is a familiar one, and he breathes easily through his nose as Wu Fan fucks his mouth. He can’t help the way he gasps around Wu Fan’s cock, throat tightening, when Wu Fan reaches down for his helix again. All he does is brush a finger across it but the sensation sparks Zitao’s somewhere, and he feels adrenaline running through his body.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Zitao?” Wu Fan asks, mouth hot against Zitao’s flushed ear.
“Yes,” Zitao replies, voice barely a whisper, Wu Fan tangles fingers into his hair, tugs his head painfully back.
“Yes, ge”, Zitao tries again, and Wu Fan releases the hold on his hair. He pushes two fingers into Zitao’s mouth and Zitao sucks on them compliantly as Wu Fan uses his free hand to tuck down Zitao’s pants. It’s difficult, especially with the way the leather moulds itself to this skin, but Wu Fan manages to, leaving behind scratch marks on Zitao’s hips and thighs.
When Wu Fan pulls on his fingers a little, Zitao releases them immediately.
Zitao lays face down, hands curled into the rough bed sheet while Wu Fan scissors his ass with two fingers, long fingers deep into Zitao. It’s tight, and it hurts, the pain travelling up his spine. The only lube Wu Fan has used is Zitao’s saliva, and it’s not enough. There is too much friction and not enough wetness, and Wu Fan’s fingers deliver a constant burn in him. He shifts, tries to squirm away from him, but Wu Fan presses down on his lower back and holds him in place.
He’s about to make a noise of protest, tell Wu Fan to stop, but then Wu Fan’s fingers find that place in him and suddenly he’s seeing stars behind his eyelids, a gasps leaving his opened mouth. He doesn’t even realize it when Wu Fan adds a third finger; hips too busy jerking backwards for more. His hands curl tighter, and he is glad for the sheet, or he would have pressed crescent-shaped dents into his palms.
He hears himself whine when Wu Fan’s fingers pull out of his ass. He feels empty, always does. He doesn’t understand why he does, but the shuffling he hears behind him calms him down.
Wu Fan fucks him rough, as always, hands hard on his hips. Wu Fan’s fingers press into the scratches he had left earlier, and there is pain, but then Wu Fan thrusts into him at a slightly different angle, and the pleasure overtakes his senses. He’s hard, incredibly so, and he takes himself in his hand, trying to jerk off to the rhythm of Wu Fan fucking him.
A familiar hand encircles the base of his cock, and he stills as Wu Fan, still balls deep in him, takes one of the lobe piercing in his mouth from the back. Zitao holds back a sob when Wu Fan pulls on it harder than he should, even as he ruts once against the bed, hoping for release.
“Don’t come. Not until I tell you to,” Wu Fan breathes into his ear, before he resumes fucking Zitao. Zitao is already so hard it hurts, but Wu Fan’s hand prevents him from coming.
When Wu Fan comes, it is with nails dug into one side of Zitao’s hips and a hand still around Zitao’s cock. He pulls himself out and arranges them so they are sideways, with him spooning Zitao.
“Come for me, Zitao,” he whispers into Zitao’s ear, before he releases his hand.
Zitao comes.
They cuddle afterwards, after Zitao has cleaned up Wu Fan’s fingers with his tongue. Wu Fan plays with Zitao’s piercing, twirling the stud around and around while Zitao breathes into his chest, his other hand presses into the bruises at Zitao’s hips.
“Maybe we should get something here too,” he thinks aloud, fingers ghosting the expanse of Zitao’s hips.
Zitao whimpers.
- lol blame canttakeabreath
- also ubomb, for kktalk piercing discussion
- it hurts to play with piercings that are newly pierced btw PLEASE DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME unless it turns you on.
- uhm... i still can't write porn yet tbh.
- okay good bye.
warnings: mild piercing play. also, there might be hints of d/s themes
also, the title really has no direct link with the fic.
When the first needle pushes through Zitao’s ear, he expects to feel pain, or maybe fear. He does feel pain, but the pain is masked by the searing pleasure he feels, the rush of that one instance, his cock hardening in his too-tight leather pants.
He hears himself gasp, a gasp that ends in a low moan, and watches as Wu Fan smiles, hand creeping higher up Zitao’s thigh under the table. His finger brushes his cock above the leather.
The second needle doesn’t have as much as an impact as the first one, especially since his earlobe is already numb, but Zitao still gasps a little, Wu Fan’s hand now cupping the front of his pants. His cock rubs against the leather, and it actually hurts, the way it’s pressing against the restraining fabric.
His hips jerk towards Wu Fan’s hand as the third needle, the one in his helix, digs deep into skin. He breathes frantically as the piercer fits in the barbell. He’s lucky that the piercing parlor was so dark, and that he was sitting at a table, because he’s achingly hard and Wu Fan’s persistent hand is not helping.
“Didn’t think you would react like that, Tao, didn’t think you would like it,” Wu Fan whispers against flushed skin. Zitao makes a ridiculous sound, one a concoction of both pain and pleasure, when Wu Fan uses his teeth to tug on one of the piercing. He swirls the tip of his tongue over the captured piercing, as little jolts tumble through Zitao’s body. Wu Fan releases his ear then, and pulls Zitao’s shirt over his head.
Zitao doesn’t know how this happened. He doesn’t understand why he is allowing Wu Fan to pull at his piercings. He doesn’t understand why he even pierced his ears. Wu Fan had been the first person to talk to him when he entered the company, and Zitao has always felt a sense of obligation towards him. He thinks he might be enjoying this a little too much, likes the way Wu Fan -
A tug on his helix piercing tugs him back to reality, and he gasps as Wu Fan flicks a tongue at it. At the same time, Wu Fan presses closer, knee bumping into Zitao’s thigh. He presses deeper.
“Don’t zone out,” Wu Fan mouths next to his ear, “or I will bite your ears bloody.”
Zitao cannot stop the way his cock hardens.
His back is against the wall, and he can feel the way it digs into his skin, the uneven surface littered with tiny bumps, but then Wu Fan catches his mouth with his own again, and the pain blurs together with the overwhelming pleasure. Wu Fan’s mouth is domineering, insistent, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, and Zitao allows him to, revels in the way Wu Fan’s tongue pushes into his own mouth. His hands are curled around Wu Fan’s waist, under his shirt.
There’s probably something to be said about how he compiles immediately when Wu Fan pushes at his shoulder. He’s on his knees, pulling down the zipper on Wu Fan’s jeans with his teeth (just like how Wu Fan had taught him to do). He makes quick work of the button with his hands, and slips both boxer and jeans down in one quick tug. A few months back he would have hesitated, but at present, he takes the head of Wu Fan’s cock in his mouth, sucking. He does it the way Wu Fan likes, tongue pressed against the tip. Wu Fan curls fingers into his hair, tugging.
The pressure against his throat is a familiar one, and he breathes easily through his nose as Wu Fan fucks his mouth. He can’t help the way he gasps around Wu Fan’s cock, throat tightening, when Wu Fan reaches down for his helix again. All he does is brush a finger across it but the sensation sparks Zitao’s somewhere, and he feels adrenaline running through his body.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Zitao?” Wu Fan asks, mouth hot against Zitao’s flushed ear.
“Yes,” Zitao replies, voice barely a whisper, Wu Fan tangles fingers into his hair, tugs his head painfully back.
“Yes, ge”, Zitao tries again, and Wu Fan releases the hold on his hair. He pushes two fingers into Zitao’s mouth and Zitao sucks on them compliantly as Wu Fan uses his free hand to tuck down Zitao’s pants. It’s difficult, especially with the way the leather moulds itself to this skin, but Wu Fan manages to, leaving behind scratch marks on Zitao’s hips and thighs.
When Wu Fan pulls on his fingers a little, Zitao releases them immediately.
Zitao lays face down, hands curled into the rough bed sheet while Wu Fan scissors his ass with two fingers, long fingers deep into Zitao. It’s tight, and it hurts, the pain travelling up his spine. The only lube Wu Fan has used is Zitao’s saliva, and it’s not enough. There is too much friction and not enough wetness, and Wu Fan’s fingers deliver a constant burn in him. He shifts, tries to squirm away from him, but Wu Fan presses down on his lower back and holds him in place.
He’s about to make a noise of protest, tell Wu Fan to stop, but then Wu Fan’s fingers find that place in him and suddenly he’s seeing stars behind his eyelids, a gasps leaving his opened mouth. He doesn’t even realize it when Wu Fan adds a third finger; hips too busy jerking backwards for more. His hands curl tighter, and he is glad for the sheet, or he would have pressed crescent-shaped dents into his palms.
He hears himself whine when Wu Fan’s fingers pull out of his ass. He feels empty, always does. He doesn’t understand why he does, but the shuffling he hears behind him calms him down.
Wu Fan fucks him rough, as always, hands hard on his hips. Wu Fan’s fingers press into the scratches he had left earlier, and there is pain, but then Wu Fan thrusts into him at a slightly different angle, and the pleasure overtakes his senses. He’s hard, incredibly so, and he takes himself in his hand, trying to jerk off to the rhythm of Wu Fan fucking him.
A familiar hand encircles the base of his cock, and he stills as Wu Fan, still balls deep in him, takes one of the lobe piercing in his mouth from the back. Zitao holds back a sob when Wu Fan pulls on it harder than he should, even as he ruts once against the bed, hoping for release.
“Don’t come. Not until I tell you to,” Wu Fan breathes into his ear, before he resumes fucking Zitao. Zitao is already so hard it hurts, but Wu Fan’s hand prevents him from coming.
When Wu Fan comes, it is with nails dug into one side of Zitao’s hips and a hand still around Zitao’s cock. He pulls himself out and arranges them so they are sideways, with him spooning Zitao.
“Come for me, Zitao,” he whispers into Zitao’s ear, before he releases his hand.
Zitao comes.
They cuddle afterwards, after Zitao has cleaned up Wu Fan’s fingers with his tongue. Wu Fan plays with Zitao’s piercing, twirling the stud around and around while Zitao breathes into his chest, his other hand presses into the bruises at Zitao’s hips.
“Maybe we should get something here too,” he thinks aloud, fingers ghosting the expanse of Zitao’s hips.
Zitao whimpers.
- lol blame canttakeabreath
- also ubomb, for kktalk piercing discussion
- it hurts to play with piercings that are newly pierced btw PLEASE DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME unless it turns you on.
- uhm... i still can't write porn yet tbh.
- okay good bye.