A place where we can be together (Chanyeol/fem!Kai)
Pairing: Chanyeol/fem!Kai
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,982
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is my very first time writing het which is quite sad lmao ;~; This is part of a not actually established alternate reality where Jongin, Baekhyun, Luhan and Zitao are girls but EXO is still EXO. For Mi, who is a sweetheart ♥
Summary: It's rare for Jongin and Chanyeol to get the dorm to themselves. So, they take advantage of it.
It's rare for them to get the dorm for themselves - usually at least one or two of the others are there with them, and that makes it hard for them to do anything without being overheard. Through a stroke of luck they find themselves on their own one afternoon. Joonmyun and Kyungsoo are at M's dorm, and who even knows what Baekhyun and Sehun are up to.
Jongin pulls Chanyeol through the dorm until they reach the room she shares with Baekhyun.
“If she comes back, we're screwed,” Chanyeol says with amusement when Jongin shuts and locks the door behind them.
Jongin scoffs and tugs her top off. “She's more likely to sit down and watch us than anything else,” she says, grinning when she catches Chanyeol staring at her.
She tosses her top at him and walks over to her bed, dropping down on it and crooking her fingers at him when he manages to tug it off his head and drop it to the floor.
His hoodie and tank top joins hers on the floor and he's quick to get onto the bed and crawl over her, pressing a kiss to her lips.
She slides her hands into his hair and deepens the kiss, tugging him down to lie down properly over her. They remain like that for a while, just kissing, making up for lost time. It's safe and comforting and nice, even when his tongue does something that's got her moaning.
Chanyeol eventually sits back on his haunches and gives her a smirk before he opens the button and unzips her jeans, tugging them down her legs and out of the way, taking her socks along with it. He gets himself completely naked next, and then straddles her, hands running up and down her thighs. They circle higher and higher but don't touch her where she wants to be touched, and Jongin undoes her bra and tosses it at his head.
“Get on with it,” she complains and he laughs and bends to kiss her again, hands going up to fondle her breasts.
She really, really likes that his hands are as big as they are, she thinks to herself when he pinches one nipple and takes the other in his mouth.
“Jesus,” she mutters, only to gasp when he lightly bites. He settles properly between her thighs and hums, switching his mouth to the other instead.
Jongin digs her nails into his shoulder blades and arches beneath him. She knows he likes the small sting of pain, has left many long marks along his back and hips and thighs, but she can't really say anything about it because she does, too. She likes being marked up, though it can rarely be in places where they'll be seen. Hiding from the public is one thing, but they're somewhat trying to hide from ten bandmates as well, so it's not easy.
Chanyeol begins kissing down her stomach with one place clear in mind, but she stops him before he can get that far.
“Wait,” she says, slightly breathless, “I want to try something new.”
He glances up at her and then nods, sitting up and allowing her to manoeuvre him onto his back. He's half-hard just from what they've been doing and Jongin can't help but lick her palm and reach out and give him a few strokes, too dry to really be good, but he moans either way, pushing into her hand.
She lets go and sits across his hips, raising herself up so he won't get any contact.
Chewing on her lip, she gestures to his face. “I want- Can I...”
He looks adorably confused for a moment, before seeming to realise what she wants.
“You want to sit on my face?”
Jongin nods and blushes. She can be shameless, but never when she isn't sure he wants to do what she does. He's nice like that though, always willing to try anything at least once, and now he gestures for her to move up.
“Okay. Come on up here.” His hands are on her thighs when she knees her way up, and they take a moment to find a good position, but eventually she's straddling his face, not close enough for his mouth to get anywhere yet.
“Is this okay?” she asks. He nods, eyes fixed on her cunt and it makes her hot all over.
“It's fine. C'mere, let me...” He pulls her down by her thighs and uses one hand to tug her panties aside, running his tongue all along up to her clit.
She shudders and has to brace herself against the headboard when he uses his hands to spread her apart and sucks on her clit.
“Chanyeol,” she gasps and he hums in response. Her thighs tremble and she doesn't know what to do but take the pleasure until he pushes her up a little.
“Do you want to ride my face?” he asks and she nods, swallows.
“Yeah, please.”
“Up. Take your panties off.”
She gets them off lightning quick and settles back down, trembling with want. She hesitates at first, lets Chanyeol start, broad licks that make her whimper.
“Come on.” he mumbles, and she rocks her hips experimentally to see how it feels like. It's really good, especially with the way he's got his mouth open, tongue out, and she settles further down and starts a slow pace.
It's good, and Jongin's so fucking lucky she's got a man who knows how to use his mouth. She's unable to do anything but moan, using the headboard to brace herself as she starts rocking her hips faster, rubbing her clit across his tongue.
She's so wet she can hear it and it seems to turn Chanyeol on something bad because he's moaning beneath her, hands squeezing her ass. He suddenly forces her to still and she protests, so so close she's throbbing.
“Chanyeol-”
Her protest turns into a small cry when he pulls her down and pushes his tongue up in her and then moves it to her clit, flicking against it while two fingers push up into her instead.
They go in easy with a wet, filthy sound and she doesn't know what to do, pushing down against them and gasping his name.
“Please, please, oh god-”
Jongin comes when he crooks his fingers just right and the tip of his tongue slides across her clit again, her entire body shaking as she keens.
“Fuuuck, Chanyeol, Chanyeol.”
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on her thigh. She's still shaking when he pushes her to settle further down, and she can't help but moan when she sees how wet his mouth and chin are, lips cherry-red, and she kisses him hard, tasting herself. It's heady, makes her want more despite the fact that she's always really sensitive when she's just come.
She pulls back and he wipes his face with the back of his hand.
“Was that good?” he asks with a grin, and she kisses him again to shut him up.
“You're ridiculous,” she informs him.
He merely smiles. “How can I not be around you?” he asks. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bright, and when she looks over her shoulder she can see his cock, hard and wet at the tip, curved towards his stomach.
“You could probably use some help.” she says and it makes him laugh.
“How'd you figure?”
Jongin reaches for the drawer on the night stand and pushes things around until she finds the condoms, pulling one out of the pack and tearing open the foil. Seconds later she's rolling it down his cock and then she's sliding down, settling in his lap with a small, pleased sigh.
He isn't very long, but he's thick and fills her up so good. He's groaning, trying not to buck up until she's ready, which she's always grateful for.
Grabbing his hands, she settles them on her hips and he holds onto her when she starts to move, rocking up and down, sliding him in and out of her.
Jongin begins to move faster and Chanyeol slides his hands up until he can pinch her nipples, playing with them and causing her to gasp, riding him faster. She angles her hips and slides him as deep as he'll go.
“Jongina,” he moans, grabbing her hips and making her bounce in his lap, faster than before. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
She whimpers, trying to choke back the endless streams of moan pressing their way out of her throat, and she slides a hand down to rub at her clit, too close already, but she wants him to come first.
“Chanyeol, please, I want you to- I want, I-”
She can barely get the words out, too lost in the pleasure, and he rolls them over. She makes a noise of protest when he slips out of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer again. He uses a hand to steady her and the other to guide himself back in, fucking her hard enough that she can feel the sharp sting every time his his slap against the back of her thighs.
“Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes Chanyeol,” she gasps, clawing at his back and he moans and comes, hips snapping forwards two, three more times before he slows down, gently rocking. She's so close still, trying to urge him to continue, to do something, but he pulls out of her and ties off the condom, tossing it towards the trash can.
She doesn't know if he hits it, doesn't actually care, because he's moving down between her legs. He licks his lips and sucks on her clit, three fingers sliding into her, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before she comes with a cry with the way he fucks her with them and uses his tongue to play with her.
She tries to fuck back on his fingers, drawing out the pleasure for as long as she can until she finally has to push him away because she's too sensitive like this, pleasure zinging across her skin, making her shudder when he strokes her thighs.
“So, was that good?” he asks when he finally sits up and licks his lips.
Jongin wants to hit him, he's an embarrassment, but all she does is cover her face and nod.
They both need a shower, but it can wait because Chanyeol lies down next to her and pulls her close, nuzzling her hair and kissing her. She can taste herself on his tongue and it's intoxicating.
“Thank you for that,” she mumbles, and he gives her a light nudge.
“Why are you thanking me? I love doing that for you. Probably more than I should, now that I think about it.”
She rolls her eyes at him and pinches his nipple, making him jump.
“You're an idiot.”
“But you like this idiot.” Chanyeol says with confidence. Jongin can't really help but agree.
“I do like this idiot,” she says. “Because he likes me too.”
“I like you a lot,” he agrees, voice suddenly soft, and she blushes at the way his eyes go all tender when he looks at her. She can't stand it for long and pushes herself up, holding out a hand towards him.
“Come shower with me before the others come back?” she asks, though it's not really a question because she knows he'll say yes, and he gets up as well and takes her hand.
“Of course. I'll make it worth your while.”
She shivers, meeting his smirk with a smile on her own.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,982
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is my very first time writing het which is quite sad lmao ;~; This is part of a not actually established alternate reality where Jongin, Baekhyun, Luhan and Zitao are girls but EXO is still EXO. For Mi, who is a sweetheart ♥
Summary: It's rare for Jongin and Chanyeol to get the dorm to themselves. So, they take advantage of it.
It's rare for them to get the dorm for themselves - usually at least one or two of the others are there with them, and that makes it hard for them to do anything without being overheard. Through a stroke of luck they find themselves on their own one afternoon. Joonmyun and Kyungsoo are at M's dorm, and who even knows what Baekhyun and Sehun are up to.
Jongin pulls Chanyeol through the dorm until they reach the room she shares with Baekhyun.
“If she comes back, we're screwed,” Chanyeol says with amusement when Jongin shuts and locks the door behind them.
Jongin scoffs and tugs her top off. “She's more likely to sit down and watch us than anything else,” she says, grinning when she catches Chanyeol staring at her.
She tosses her top at him and walks over to her bed, dropping down on it and crooking her fingers at him when he manages to tug it off his head and drop it to the floor.
His hoodie and tank top joins hers on the floor and he's quick to get onto the bed and crawl over her, pressing a kiss to her lips.
She slides her hands into his hair and deepens the kiss, tugging him down to lie down properly over her. They remain like that for a while, just kissing, making up for lost time. It's safe and comforting and nice, even when his tongue does something that's got her moaning.
Chanyeol eventually sits back on his haunches and gives her a smirk before he opens the button and unzips her jeans, tugging them down her legs and out of the way, taking her socks along with it. He gets himself completely naked next, and then straddles her, hands running up and down her thighs. They circle higher and higher but don't touch her where she wants to be touched, and Jongin undoes her bra and tosses it at his head.
“Get on with it,” she complains and he laughs and bends to kiss her again, hands going up to fondle her breasts.
She really, really likes that his hands are as big as they are, she thinks to herself when he pinches one nipple and takes the other in his mouth.
“Jesus,” she mutters, only to gasp when he lightly bites. He settles properly between her thighs and hums, switching his mouth to the other instead.
Jongin digs her nails into his shoulder blades and arches beneath him. She knows he likes the small sting of pain, has left many long marks along his back and hips and thighs, but she can't really say anything about it because she does, too. She likes being marked up, though it can rarely be in places where they'll be seen. Hiding from the public is one thing, but they're somewhat trying to hide from ten bandmates as well, so it's not easy.
Chanyeol begins kissing down her stomach with one place clear in mind, but she stops him before he can get that far.
“Wait,” she says, slightly breathless, “I want to try something new.”
He glances up at her and then nods, sitting up and allowing her to manoeuvre him onto his back. He's half-hard just from what they've been doing and Jongin can't help but lick her palm and reach out and give him a few strokes, too dry to really be good, but he moans either way, pushing into her hand.
She lets go and sits across his hips, raising herself up so he won't get any contact.
Chewing on her lip, she gestures to his face. “I want- Can I...”
He looks adorably confused for a moment, before seeming to realise what she wants.
“You want to sit on my face?”
Jongin nods and blushes. She can be shameless, but never when she isn't sure he wants to do what she does. He's nice like that though, always willing to try anything at least once, and now he gestures for her to move up.
“Okay. Come on up here.” His hands are on her thighs when she knees her way up, and they take a moment to find a good position, but eventually she's straddling his face, not close enough for his mouth to get anywhere yet.
“Is this okay?” she asks. He nods, eyes fixed on her cunt and it makes her hot all over.
“It's fine. C'mere, let me...” He pulls her down by her thighs and uses one hand to tug her panties aside, running his tongue all along up to her clit.
She shudders and has to brace herself against the headboard when he uses his hands to spread her apart and sucks on her clit.
“Chanyeol,” she gasps and he hums in response. Her thighs tremble and she doesn't know what to do but take the pleasure until he pushes her up a little.
“Do you want to ride my face?” he asks and she nods, swallows.
“Yeah, please.”
“Up. Take your panties off.”
She gets them off lightning quick and settles back down, trembling with want. She hesitates at first, lets Chanyeol start, broad licks that make her whimper.
“Come on.” he mumbles, and she rocks her hips experimentally to see how it feels like. It's really good, especially with the way he's got his mouth open, tongue out, and she settles further down and starts a slow pace.
It's good, and Jongin's so fucking lucky she's got a man who knows how to use his mouth. She's unable to do anything but moan, using the headboard to brace herself as she starts rocking her hips faster, rubbing her clit across his tongue.
She's so wet she can hear it and it seems to turn Chanyeol on something bad because he's moaning beneath her, hands squeezing her ass. He suddenly forces her to still and she protests, so so close she's throbbing.
“Chanyeol-”
Her protest turns into a small cry when he pulls her down and pushes his tongue up in her and then moves it to her clit, flicking against it while two fingers push up into her instead.
They go in easy with a wet, filthy sound and she doesn't know what to do, pushing down against them and gasping his name.
“Please, please, oh god-”
Jongin comes when he crooks his fingers just right and the tip of his tongue slides across her clit again, her entire body shaking as she keens.
“Fuuuck, Chanyeol, Chanyeol.”
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on her thigh. She's still shaking when he pushes her to settle further down, and she can't help but moan when she sees how wet his mouth and chin are, lips cherry-red, and she kisses him hard, tasting herself. It's heady, makes her want more despite the fact that she's always really sensitive when she's just come.
She pulls back and he wipes his face with the back of his hand.
“Was that good?” he asks with a grin, and she kisses him again to shut him up.
“You're ridiculous,” she informs him.
He merely smiles. “How can I not be around you?” he asks. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bright, and when she looks over her shoulder she can see his cock, hard and wet at the tip, curved towards his stomach.
“You could probably use some help.” she says and it makes him laugh.
“How'd you figure?”
Jongin reaches for the drawer on the night stand and pushes things around until she finds the condoms, pulling one out of the pack and tearing open the foil. Seconds later she's rolling it down his cock and then she's sliding down, settling in his lap with a small, pleased sigh.
He isn't very long, but he's thick and fills her up so good. He's groaning, trying not to buck up until she's ready, which she's always grateful for.
Grabbing his hands, she settles them on her hips and he holds onto her when she starts to move, rocking up and down, sliding him in and out of her.
Jongin begins to move faster and Chanyeol slides his hands up until he can pinch her nipples, playing with them and causing her to gasp, riding him faster. She angles her hips and slides him as deep as he'll go.
“Jongina,” he moans, grabbing her hips and making her bounce in his lap, faster than before. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
She whimpers, trying to choke back the endless streams of moan pressing their way out of her throat, and she slides a hand down to rub at her clit, too close already, but she wants him to come first.
“Chanyeol, please, I want you to- I want, I-”
She can barely get the words out, too lost in the pleasure, and he rolls them over. She makes a noise of protest when he slips out of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer again. He uses a hand to steady her and the other to guide himself back in, fucking her hard enough that she can feel the sharp sting every time his his slap against the back of her thighs.
“Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes Chanyeol,” she gasps, clawing at his back and he moans and comes, hips snapping forwards two, three more times before he slows down, gently rocking. She's so close still, trying to urge him to continue, to do something, but he pulls out of her and ties off the condom, tossing it towards the trash can.
She doesn't know if he hits it, doesn't actually care, because he's moving down between her legs. He licks his lips and sucks on her clit, three fingers sliding into her, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before she comes with a cry with the way he fucks her with them and uses his tongue to play with her.
She tries to fuck back on his fingers, drawing out the pleasure for as long as she can until she finally has to push him away because she's too sensitive like this, pleasure zinging across her skin, making her shudder when he strokes her thighs.
“So, was that good?” he asks when he finally sits up and licks his lips.
Jongin wants to hit him, he's an embarrassment, but all she does is cover her face and nod.
They both need a shower, but it can wait because Chanyeol lies down next to her and pulls her close, nuzzling her hair and kissing her. She can taste herself on his tongue and it's intoxicating.
“Thank you for that,” she mumbles, and he gives her a light nudge.
“Why are you thanking me? I love doing that for you. Probably more than I should, now that I think about it.”
She rolls her eyes at him and pinches his nipple, making him jump.
“You're an idiot.”
“But you like this idiot.” Chanyeol says with confidence. Jongin can't really help but agree.
“I do like this idiot,” she says. “Because he likes me too.”
“I like you a lot,” he agrees, voice suddenly soft, and she blushes at the way his eyes go all tender when he looks at her. She can't stand it for long and pushes herself up, holding out a hand towards him.
“Come shower with me before the others come back?” she asks, though it's not really a question because she knows he'll say yes, and he gets up as well and takes her hand.
“Of course. I'll make it worth your while.”
She shivers, meeting his smirk with a smile on her own.