post #37
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2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“Chanyeol,” Jongin responds, and his voice is husky. He’s panting slightly, but Chanyeol just assumes it’s because he’s at the dance studio practicing for an upcoming stage. “Where are you?”
“H-home, why?” Chanyeol stammers, his mind beginning to think of wildly inappropriate thoughts.
“Are you in your room?”
“Yeah…”
“Alone?
“Y-yes.”
Chanyeol’s getting a little nervous now, because he’s never heard Jongin speaking to him like that before.
“Lock your door and sit back on your bed.”
Jongin hears a door shut and a lock click into place before there are sounds of shuffling.
“Okay.”
“Chanyeol,” Jongin groans, and the deep timbre sound of his voice is enough to send chills down Chanyeol’s back, “You like me.”
It’s a statement and not a question, and suddenly Chanyeol’s nervous. Maybe he’s been a bit too obvious in his affection for Jongin?
“O-of course! You’re my fellow m-member…”
Jongin chuckles, and the sound makes Chanyeol want to gasp.
“No, Chanyeol. You have an obsession for me. For my body, maybe.”
Chanyeol doesn’t know what to say.
“I’m at the, ugh, studio,” Jongin groans softly, and Chanyeol can tell it’s one of pleasure. “But I just couldn’t get you off my mind.”
Chanyeol feels his own face flush from the comment.
“Y-you couldn’t?” He asks, and a shudder runs up his spine at the grunt he receives in response.
“Fuck,” Jongin mutters, “No. All I could think about while dancing was you. I was thinking about fucking you so hard that you couldn’t even stand the next day.”
Chanyeol gasps, because this is nothing he would’ve expected from Jongin.
“Can you imagine it?” Jongin whispers huskily, and it’s obvious that he’s stroking himself, “I’d kiss you first, so long and hard that you’ll be left panting. And then I’d strip you bare. Slowly, teasingly. And when I pull down your boxers, you’d be hard, your precum dripping just for me.”
Chanyeol groans, and he hopes it isn’t so noticeable that he’s desperate for Jongin’s touches.
“You want me, Chanyeol. I know it. It’s so obvious.”
Jongin’s cocky, smug voice makes Chanyeol feel humiliated, but it turns him on at the same time.
“I want you to touch yourself,” Jongin commands, completely in control, “Slide those long fingers of yours around your clock. I want you to pretend that I’m thumbing the slit.”
And when Chanyeol gasps, Jongin knows that he’s been obedient and followed the instruction.
“I’m lubing up my fingers, and I spread your legs wide,”
Chanyeol whimpers.
‘N-no, that’s embarrassing…”
“Do it,” Jongin simply responds, and Chanyeol gasps as he opens up.
“I’d barely slick my own dick before lining myself up and slamming hard into your needy, tight hole,” Jongin gasps, and Chanyeol lets out a cry as he lets a dry finger of his free hand shove roughly into his unprepared hole.
“Jongin!” he cries out, and Jongin only smirks.
“I pound into you hard, but not hitting your prostate at all. I tease you, over and over again until you’re simply crazy with lust.”
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“Fuck, Chanyeol,” Jongin murmurs into the phone, deciding to take a little pity on the other, “You’re so fucking tight. Keep begging,” he grunts as the hand on his cock picks up the pace, “like the whore you are.”
“Please, please, pleeaaase, Jongin, harder!” Chanyeol nearly shouts, and he’s sure that maybe everyone who’s in the dorm can hear him, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“I pound harder into you, finally angling just right to pound at your prostate, and I lean down to suck at your neck,” Jongin gasps, and he bites his lip.
“Y-you’re so f-fucking,” Jongin says, cut off by a sharp gasp, “f-fucking good, Chanyeol,”
He bites his lip. Jongin can feel himself on the brink.
“S-so damn tight around my cock, your needy hole squeezing around me,” Jongin continues to speak, and he’s losing himself.
“God damn,” Jongin moans, back arching against the glass dance room mirror he was leaning on. His pants are progressively heavier as his wrist flicks and pumps even faster around his swollen cock, and his self control is quickly slipping away.
“O-oh, I’m cumming!” He moans, not to anyone in particular but simply because his senses are too overwhelmed and his pleasure receptors can’t handle anymore.
Jongin cums all onto his fingers, and it takes a few moments for him to come down from his high. He realizes that Chanyeol has cum as well, but he was too into his own mental fantasy to hear the other.
“Jongin…” Chanyeol murmurs, and Jongin’s a little surprised to hear the cockiness in the other’s voice.
“What?”
“You came first,” Chanyeol smirks, and he hangs up the phone.
Jongin’s face flushes a deep red, and he feels his heart pounding in his chest, still recovering from his high, but also because he’s embarrassed. He was the one who initiated the call, and yet he came first.
When Jongin returns to the dorm after practice, he’s still sweaty, but he’s wiped the cum off with a few tissues. He opens the door to his room, only to find a smirking Chanyeol sitting on his bed, face smug.
“Who’s the one who’s obsessed now?” Chanyeol smirks, and before Jongin can realize his further embarrassment or comprehend the situation, he hears the door closing and feels his back hitting the door.
A confident hand trails down his chest to cup around his already half hard cock, and he gasps.
“Now, why don’t we do this for real?” Chanyeol whispers, voice thick and laden with a sexual undertone, and Jongin finds himself nodding submissively, simply melting into the other’s arms.
A/N: I hope that was okay, I didn't really like my final product ^^;
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“Fuck, Chanyeol,” Jongin murmurs into the phone, deciding to take a little pity on the other, “You’re so fucking tight. Keep begging,” he grunts as the hand on his cock picks up the pace, “like the whore you are.”
“Please, please, pleeaaase, Jongin, harder!” Chanyeol nearly shouts, and he’s sure that maybe everyone who’s in the dorm can hear him, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“I pound harder into you, finally angling just right to pound at your prostate, and I lean down to suck at your neck,” Jongin gasps, and he bites his lip.
“Y-you’re so f-fucking,” Jongin says, cut off by a sharp gasp, “f-fucking good, Chanyeol,”
He bites his lip. Jongin can feel himself on the brink.
“S-so damn tight around my cock, your needy hole squeezing around me,” Jongin continues to speak, and he’s losing himself.
“God damn,” Jongin moans, back arching against the glass dance room mirror he was leaning on. His pants are progressively heavier as his wrist flicks and pumps even faster around his swollen cock, and his self control is quickly slipping away.
“O-oh, I’m cumming!” He moans, not to anyone in particular but simply because his senses are too overwhelmed and his pleasure receptors can’t handle anymore.
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