post #26
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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 had just looked at him blankly. “It’s not short. It reaches the same place as Baek’s!”
They had been standing side by side and okay, their skirts were the same length. But whilst Baekhyun’s reached somewhere around her mid-thigh, not that he had been inspecting closely enough to have an accurate estimate of its location, on Chanyeol’s legs, it looked a lot shorter. And that had been a direct violation of Rule 24b, as well as to Luhan’s precious virgin eyes.
Luhan had put on his authoritative listen-to-me-or-I’ll-shove-your-ass-into-detention voice and said, “It’s not a reasonable length either!” Then, there had been a roar coming from behind him and he had neatly sidestepped the physics textbook that flew by his head, missing by inches. Sehun ran past him in a blur, chasing Jongin, who was running down the hall at lightning speed-“No running in the corridors, Kim Jongin!” -with a piece of paper in her hand. He wondered what Jongin had done to piss off her boyfriend this time; they were the most dysfunctional couple Luhan knew. Sometimes they were really cute and disgustingly sappy and slobbered over each other’s faces like rabid dogs, but sometimes they’d get into fights over the stupidest things and those times usually ended with Sehun’s cock down Jongin’s throat in a closet and Sehun’s tongue in places it shouldn’t be. Luhan knew that he needed to stop them both before he relived the horror of walking in on them having angry makeup sex again.
“Look,” he had said, glancing at Sehun’s figure disappearing around the bend, “just come to the student council room for a detention after school. Ten minutes.”
Baekhyun had tiptoed up to whisper something into Chanyeol’s ear and Luhan hadn’t liked the grin that had slowly appeared on Chanyeol’s face.
“Okay,” she had said, and Baekhyun had giggled like the fucking maniac/future axe murder she was. “After school. Detention.”
“Yeah,” Luhan had said, “detention. Be there, or, uh, be square.”
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Of course. That was why Chanyeol was giving him the best blowjob of his life right now.
It probably had something to do with the thing that Baekhyun had told her but he liked to think it was mostly to do with him. Maybe she was scared of him spreading rumours about her four sides and angles that were so equal that she wasn’t even a rectangle. Maybe she had been wooed by his charming Apollo-esque stature and dashingly good looks and that powerful aura he carried around with him from his title of student council president. No, screw that. She had been wooed by him, he was sure.
So as soon as she had entered the room, she had walked right up to Luhan, who had been sitting at his assigned desk, complete with a name placeholder and his own personalised stationary, and kissed him, pressing her lips chastely to his. She had pulled away almost immediately afterwards, a smirk tugging at her lips that promised something other than sitting quietly at the desk for detention, and it had sent a spark of anticipation down Luhan’s spine. When she had leaned in for another kiss, cupping his jaw and teeth nibbling on his lower lip, he hadn’t been surprised at all, and he wasn’t supposed to be doing this, not as the president of the student flippin’ council, but fuck that, he had thought, and kissed her back.
Because why the fuck not? Truthfully, he had liked her for a long time and their years during middle school and high school had been ones rife with sexual tension (mostly on his part), and he had never mustered up the courage to ask her out. It didn’t have anything to do with her scary other best friend, Kyungsoo, who was fiercely protective of her, and the innate fear that she’d bite his dick off for just touching Chanyeol. Nope, definitely nothing to do with that. Besides, with his presidential duties and status, he wouldn’t have had time to take her out on cute dates and hold Chanyeol’s hand and buy her flowers anyway, no matter how much his heart wanted to.
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Then she had yanked him up with pure force that had Luhan reeling and shoved him against the wall, hand diving between his legs to rest on his thigh. He could feel her hand, the coldness seeping through the material of his trousers to his skin, and although it was not entirely unwelcome, he had still sucked in a breath. She held the metal zipper between her fingers and pulled it down, pressing her hand against the bulge that was starting to tent in his briefs.
“Luhan,” she had whispered finally, her voice deep and sultry, dripping sex, and then she went down on her knees and wetly mouthed along the outline of his cock through the material before tugging it to his knees and taking his cock in her mouth.
And that was how they had ended up like this, pinned to the wall with her nails digging crescents into his hip and the other hand around the base of his cock, jerking off what she couldn’t take in her mouth.
An unconventional detention, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked around his cock, her tongue and piercing pressed flat against the underside. He bit his lip to stop the moans from spilling out; Chanyeol hadn’t locked the door. She had only closed it when she came in and anyone, if they heard, could’ve come in and seen Luhan with his fingers combed through Chanyeol’s hair and his dick in her mouth. Whilst that appealed to the more dangerous/living life on the edge side of him, having Joonmyeon or, even worse, Jongdae who probably had some medical condition that meant she just couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut, walk in on them was not on his list of Things I Want to Complete Before I Die of a Heart Attack at 67.
But there were more pressing matters at hand, like how Chanyeol was sucking him off with the perfect amount of suction and her lips red and swollen. She let it fall out of her mouth and placed a kittenish lick at the tip, lapping up the precome that had bloomed over the head and to be honest, Luhan was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the girl of his dreams was wrapping herlips around his cock, let alone think properly over the constant buzz of pleasure resonating within. God, how was she so good at this? Perhaps he was mouth-fucking half the student body by proxy and he just didn’t know it. She’d always been a bit too touchy-feely with the hot foreign basketball team captain, Kris, too, much to his and Zitao’s chagrin. The thought was unsettling.
And so should’ve been her next words: “You look so pretty like this.”
Luhan hoped his face was flushed red enough for her not to notice his blush. He was a man. A real man. A true man who went to the gym every other weekend to lift weights and do manly men stuff. Real men did not take to being called things like pretty and cute lightly, but it was different when Chanyeol said it. The fluttering feeling returned, intensified. He didn’t know what was different. It just was. What he was absolutely certain of, though, was that she was prettier than him.
He couldn’t stop himself when he blurted out, “You’re prettier. Gorgeous.”
She said nothing in response, only licked a stripe up his cock and looked up at him through her lashes, their eyes locking for a moment that seemed like eternity. She sucked his cock back into her mouth, taking the whole length in this time. She gagged a bit but didn’t relent, and he resisted the urge to thrust into that wonderful heat, tightening his grip on her hair. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and it felt nothing short of heavenly, and then she hummed, the vibrations making him lightheaded. He took that as a signal that she was ready and started to thrust in languidly because he didn’t want to hurt her, not even when she was breaking Rule 24b, and maybe he wasn’t exactly being a good student council president right now but that was the least of his worries.
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She smoothed back the hair that stuck to his forehead with sweat, a strangely intimate gesture considering that she’d just violated one of the school rules and blown him in a place of holiness and purity, and kissed him before she turned around to leave. Luhan thought about chasing her, and then he remembered that his underwear was still hooked around his knees and his trousers pooled around his feet so maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Instead, he called out, “Wait,” and immediately regretted it because his voice was an octave higher than usual and squeaked in the middle, sounding wrecked. She turned back and although the smile was evident on her lips, she blinked, puzzled.
“Don’t go,” he said. “Don’t you want me to…” He trailed off hesitantly.
“Oh,” said Chanyeol. “Well, if you’re offering…”
She sidled up to him and Luhan was overcome by a sudden boldness and wasted no time in snaking an arm around her waist, hitching her skirt up higher. He was right; she was wearing a pair of hot pink panties, which he slid his hand in and rubbed two fingers against her wetness, not quite in. She tipped her head backwards and let out a soft moan, baring her neck for Luhan to kiss paths down her throat that lead to her clavicles, visible with her top button undone. Another rule broken but he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he cared about was bringing her to completion.
She gasped as he shallowly pressed into her, and he was unyielding, keeping them still until she begged, please, please, please, Luhan, rocking her hips and fucking herself onto them. It was only a matter of time before Luhan caved in and pulled them out to thrust them back in again and Chanyeol released a shuddering sigh, burying her groans into the crook of his neck. The crown of her head tickled his chin and he could smell her shampoo-mango and citrus-and it reminded him of the first day he had met her, the first time he had realised that he had liked her and the first time that Kyungsoo nearly gave him concussion when he tried to confess by slipping a note into her locker.
They built up a steady rhythm that had Chanyeol stifling her moans by biting onto the material of her blouse and squeezing her eyes shut. It was obvious that it wasn’t Luhan’s first time touching a girl like this with the way his fingers crooked up expertly inside her, hitting all the right places, and the way his thumb rubbed on her clit, muffled ah ah ahs escaping from her mouth.
She was impossibly tight when he added a third finger to the mix for a second, then thrust back in with two, scissoring them quickly. He could tell that her orgasm was approaching as she clenched around his fingers and hissed, “Fucking shit goddammit,” and he laughed lowly before he kissed her, swallowing her moans as she came with her back arched and her lips against his, where they belonged.
It took a while for her to get her breath back. Luhan waited patiently, his arm still around her waist and his lips kissing trails up her jaw.
“So,” he said, “what are you doing after school tomorrow?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Nothing,” she said.
“Good,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. “Detention, tomorrow, three ‘o clock?”
“Yeah,” she said and smiled. “I’ll be there.”
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