post #7
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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 trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“Ah, hyung, h-hyung,” he blubbers, and Chanyeol decides, at the pulse of his cock aching in his pants, that Sehun has had enough for now. He doesn’t stop pumping the dildo into Sehun as he frees the boy’s cock of the ring, pushing harder, right on the mark, and when Sehun comes it’s with a hoarse scream, his balls tightening under Chanyeol’s rough thumbs.
There’s a quiver defining the pale lines of Sehun’s body, a shallowness to his breathing as Chanyeol powers down the vibrating. He leaves the toy stretching him open, his rim shining wet and pink, and Chanyeol’s heart fucking leaps at the thought of fucking Sehun open until he’s raw, until his body takes Chanyeol in like he belongs there.
“Chanyeol hyung -” Sehun starts feebly, walking his fingers over the bits of his stomach that aren’t wet with his come. Chanyeol shoots him a quick glance from where he’s finally sliding out of his jeans and boxers, groaning at just how hard his cock has gotten.
He licks his lips, “Yeah?”
Sehun doesn’t respond, and that’s the first hint to Chanyeol that Sehun knows just what he’s up to. Trepidation crosses Sehun’s gaze when Chanyeol slicks himself up, indulges himself with a slow circle of his thumb under the head of his cock.
“You ok, maknae?” Chanyeol asks, wiggling forward on his knees, swallowing roughly. Sehun’s lashes are wet and his mouth is dazedly hanging open and an electric sort of thrill runs through his eyes.
“Yes,” Sehun hisses, and it’s timed with Chanyeol removing the toy from his asshole, oversensitivity like pulses of voltage under his skin. “Fuck, hyung, I’m -” He whimpers, tensing both into and away from Chanyeol’s thumb massaging the sore skin around his rim.
“Hyung needs to come,” Chanyeol says. He knows how his voice affects Sehun, just how deep it sinks into his bones, just how to make it sound assuring and soothing. Chanyeol’s small smile edges into something dirtier; even someone as pretty and easy-going as him has underhanded ways of getting what he wants.
Sehun shudders when Chanyeol spreads his ass, grinds toward him on reflex. Reaches his thin fingers down and guides Chanyeol’s erection between his cheeks, toes curling in the mattress and thighs flushed pink.
Anticipation hot up his spine, Chanyeol groans at the first slide in, seating himself in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck.” It sounds like it’s torn from Sehun’s throat.
“Don’t say -” Chanyeol draws his hips out, “- such foul words, maknae,” he pistons back in, rough pressing into soft when Chanyeol holds Sehun by the hips, rough breaking into soft when Chanyeol starts fucking into Sehun and the younger boy rolls down in tiny swivels. He can’t stop making noise, the overstimulation amplifying everything too much, gasps layering over each other.
“H-harder,” he hiccups, and Chanyeol catches the first wet trail on his fingertip as it seeps from under Sehun’s fluttering lids. “Oh my god, fuck me harder.” He clenches his jaw, neck straining back and hair falling into his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Chanyeol grunts. Every pound into Sehun pulls a rough groan out of Chanyeol’s chest, and a gasping sob is Sehun’s answer, arms crossing his eyes.
“Flip me over,” Sehun chokes, “Please, hyung.”
The least he can do, Chanyeol thinks, is listen, so he does, helps Sehun onto his hands and knees and rubs his cock down the cleft of his ass before fitting himself inside again. And Sehun keeps pulling him in, sucking him in with clenches of his muscles and urging him faster, wails that degenerate into weak sobs bit out into the pillow. Chanyeol’s undoing comes when Sehun falls forward onto his elbows - he spills, long and hard, onto the white flesh of Sehun’s ass, curses on his lips and Sehun’s desperate noises rattling in his skull. Sehun collapses onto his stomach, half hard cock sandwiched between his belly and the mattress.
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It’s quiet for a moment; Chanyeol’s own breathing sounds thunderous to his ears, loud compared to Sehun’s little shaky wheezes, lingering tears thickening up his throat. Sehun shifts a little, rolling onto his side, and the intensity swallowing up his eyes tells Chanyeol that he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this so much - maybe a little too much.
“Chanyeol,” he says petulantly, cheek planted into his pillow, “Clean me up. And remember to put the toys away this time, idiot hyung. Minseok hyung still looks at me weirdly.”
Yeah, Chanyeol thinks. Sehun deserved that, the roughness, and now Chanyeol will suffer the consequences of his indulgence for however long Sehun decides to make Chanyeol wait until next time.
“Use the beads next time,” Sehun mutters when Chanyeol touches a tissue to his ass, coloring slightly.
And Chanyeol muses that maybe next time isn’t so far off after all.
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a/n: sobs hope you liked it anon!!! bless u for giving such a hot prompt
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*Somebody bring some life support because this fic makes me hard to breathe!! XD*
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