porn written on the fly pt 2
Except the "fly" in this case means weeks. Also, there is no specific reason why one genderswapped fic uses real names and the other does not other than the fact that one felt right and the other didn't. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
And without avirjin, I am a flop.
Static Friction
EXO, Chanyeol/Tao, NC-17, 1500 words
They've been in the library for five hours when Chanyeol complains about his back hurting. He's sprawled out on the floor on his stomach, long limbs stretched out as he does equations in his notebook, because he could never sit in the same position for more than thirty minutes without having to move. Zitao taps his pencil against the table, mulling over the boundaries that Chanyeol likes to arbitrarily assign. Only after Chanyeol groans again, twisting his arm back to rub at his lower back, does Zitao stand.
Zitao sinks down over Chanyeol's body, taking a seat on his ass. Tentatively, he runs his hand along the grooves of Chanyeol's spine.
"What are you doing?" Chanyeol asks, craning his neck back to look at Zitao.
"You said your back hurt."
Zitao grips Chanyeol's hips in his hands, thumbs digging into the dimples of Chanyeol's back. Chanyeol inhales sharply. Zitao follows the slight curve of Chanyeol's waist up his back until he reaches his shoulders. He dips his fingertips under the neck of Chanyeol's threadbare t-shirt, hesitating to see if Chanyeol says anything. He doesn't; his focus is on his calculator and notebook of equations, so Zitao slides his hand all the way under the fabric.
Chanyeol's skin is warm, slightly sticky from dried sweat. It'd been a hot day, May bleeding into June, and Zitao was not pleased about the fact that he had to waste a perfectly nice day cooped up inside a windowless study room, even if it did give him an excuse for more consecutive time with Chanyeol than they'd spent together even after they started fucking. Chanyeol prefers to initiate touches. Zitao doesn't mind stepping over his boundaries.
Zitao rubs his fingers over the knobby bone of Chanyeol's shoulder. He doesn't eat enough, Zitao thinks. He switches to his knuckles, pressing into his skin just a little too hard to be comfortable, the way his ex used to after intense work-outs. Chanyeol makes a whining noise, a protest, and Zitao tells him to be quiet, jabbing one bent finger into the tender spot at the base of his neck. "Do you want your back to feel better or not?"
"So rude," Chanyeol says, probably rolling his eyes. "I hope you don't expect me to leave a tip with that kind of attitude."
"Take it up with the manager," Zitao says. He works on his neck until Chanyeol is sighing contentedly then slides his hands back down, this time going underneath the hem of his shirt to palm over the smooth skin of Chanyeol's back. He dips a finger under the waistband of Chanyeol's briefs, snapping the elastic against his skin. Chanyeol flinches and Zitao laughs to himself.
The way that Chanyeol is lying doesn't make it easy to reach the sensitive parts of his back, but Zitao isn't one to not try. He kneads his Chanyeol's shoulders with his palms. Slow, even strokes that have the tension draining out of his muscles almost instantly. As Zitao works, Chanyeol makes these groaning noises in the back of his throat, the same kind of grunts that he makes when driving his cock into Zitao's ass. It's no wonder that Zitao's dick is stirring in interest.
When Zitao smooths Chanyeol's shirt back down, making to move off, Chanyeol catches his wrist with surprisingly deft reflexes. "What, no happy ending?"
Chanyeol pushes his textbooks aside, carefully rolling over so that he's lying on his back, and pushes his hips up, erection pressed against the underside of Zitao's ass. "You can't wait until we get to a bed?" Zitao asks.
"I could," Chanyeol says, skimming his hands over Zitao's thighs and framing his cock with his fingers, thumb brushing over his zipper. His voice, deep and gravely, sends a shiver down Zitao's spine. "But I don't want to."
Zitao leans down and Chanyeol arches his back up to meet him. They bump noses, a common occurrence with them- the first time it happened Chanyeol claimed he'd pay for Zitao's nose job himself if he had to- but Zitao tilts his head and tries again. Chanyeol kisses roughly, a hint of bite to his close-mouthed kisses, sucking Zitao's bottom lip into his mouth hard enough to bruise. The only sounds in the room are the filthy, wet sounds of their mouths and the scrape of denim together.
Their shirts come off. Zitao barely gets his over his head before they're back to kissing. Chanyeol's hands are all over the place- curling into the long hair at the nape of Zitao's neck, clutching at his shoulders- but he stops at Zitao's nipples, rubbing the pad of his thumb over one of them and pinching the other. Zitao moans, muffled by Chanyeol's mouth. Maybe it's the fact that they're doing this in a public study room, where anyone, staff member or student, walking past the closed door could look through its tiny window the right way and see them there on the floor, or maybe it's just the deliriousness of sleep deprivation catching up to him, but Zitao feels like he could come in his pants just from this.
They have a good rhythm going, rocking into each other without any sense of urgency, but then Chanyeol pushes on Zitao's shoulders until he topples backwards onto the floor. Chanyeol is in the same position that Zitao was earlier, looming over him for a moment and then ducking in for a kiss before he gets to his feet and leaves the room.
He's back in thirty seconds tops, hardly long enough for Zitao to start stroking himself through his jeans. "God," Chanyeol says from the doorway, throwing the wad of paper towels into Zitao's face. Zitao would be content to blow him, but instead Chanyeol ends up back on top of Zitao. It takes the both of them to get Zitao's belt off, fumbling with the buckle and then finally shoving them halfway down his thighs. Chanyeol's wearing basketball shorts and they're easy enough to push down. He's wearing faded grey briefs, the outline of his cock visible and a wet patch of precome staining the fabric.
Chanyeol pushes his hips down, grinding his clothed erection against Zitao's like he's got something to prove. His hands curl into Zitao's shoulders, too-long nails digging into his bare skin.
"Slow down," Zitao tells him, because even though it could be over quick, Zitao doesn't want it to be. Chanyeol likes to rush things- sloppy blowjobs and fast fucks- unless he's in the mood to torture Zitao a little bit, in which case Zitao would be there all night without coming. He's got a touch of skittishness at times when it comes to sex, like the quicker he comes, the quicker he can forget about it. Call Zitao a romantic, but he likes to enjoy himself.
Chanyeol huffs, breath hot against Zitao's neck, but his grip on Zitao's shoulders relaxes. The drag of his cock against Zitao's is deliberately slow. Zitao can feel how hard Chanyeol is even before he reaches down to pull Chanyeol's dick free of his briefs, stroking him with a loose fist. As he's jerked off, Chanyeol kisses Zitao's neck, right underneath his earlobe. When is teeth scrape over a particularly sensitive patch of skin, Zitao flinches away, accidentally squeezing a bit too hard on the base of Chanyeol's cock. Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol bats Zitao's hand away. Zitao wants to be offended, because hello, he knows his way around a dick, but Chanyeol fishes Zitao's cock out and then he's grasping them both, sliding his outstretched fingers down the shaft. Barely any friction, but Zitao likes the look of concentration on Chanyeol's face as he jerks them both at the same time. Zitao grabs onto Chanyeol's bare ass, grinding their hips together- it's better without any clothes.
Zitao comes first, shooting his load all over their stomachs. Chanyeol's dick slides easily through the dampness and it doesn't take him long to come too. He lays there on top of Zitao until their come has started to dry and there's a sticky squelch when Chanyeol rolls off of him.
"I'm going to take a nap now," Chanyeol says, after he's flung the filthy paper towels in the vague direction of the trash can. His pants are still halfway down his thighs and Zitao leans over to tuck his soft dick away for him.
"No," Zitao says. "You're going to finish that lab report. I know you don't want to stay with me any longer than you have to."
It's an off-handed comment, not the fishing for approval that Zitao knows Chanyeol will think he meant. Still, the constriction in his chest is automatic when Chanyeol looks over at him, shrugging as he says, "You're not that bad."
Get Some
EXO, girl!Sehun/girl!Tao, NC-17, 1500 words
Originally posted here on exopromptmeme. Slightly edited.
Yutao's room is too hot. Her air con is broken and the heat from the summer day still lingers in the room, making everything humid and sticky. Yutao is stripped down to just her tank top and underwear, a pair of leopard print boy shorts that keep catching Sejung's attention out of the corner of her eye as she flips through her magazine.
"Sejung," Yutao says when Sejung has finally started to concentrate on the article about upcoming fall fashion trends she's reading. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
She has kissed someone. Go Junyoung, the class leader, who kissed her in the hall after school one day and then ran away. He hasn't looked at her since without blushing. Yutao listens, folding her magazine closed in her lap. "What about," she asks when Sejung finishes her story, pausing like maybe she's searching for the right word. "What about sex?"
Sejung laughs, entirely too loud for such a quiet room and Yutao is smirking at her, like she's figured everything about Sejung out. "What about touching yourself?" Yutao asks.
"What about it?"
"Have you done it?"
"No," Sejung admits, reluctantly. Yutao gives her a pressing look, eyebrows raised. Sejung crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't want to."
Yutao's hand snakes out, landing on top of Sejung's thigh right below the hem of her pajama shorts. If Sejung wasn't already sweating, she would be now. "Let me show you," she says, sliding her index finger underneath the fabric. "It feels good."
Sejung holds her breath, torn between pushing Yutao's patronizing hand away and waiting to see what she will do. Yutao's finger moves up farther, skimming over the stretch marks that developed the summer before when Sejung's ass outgrew the rest of her body. The touch tickles. Yutao reaches the band of Sejung's panties and Sejung clamps her thighs shut. Unfortunately, this only succeeds in trapping Yutao's hand between her legs, and shit it feels good to be touched.
She doesn't want to be the last girl to figure out where her clit is, Sejung decides.
"Okay," Sejung says. She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for Yutao to continue, and that's when Yutao kisses her. It's gentle, completely different than the rushed press of lips that she'd received from Junyoung. Yutao's nose bumps up against hers, but it's easily fixed with a tilt of Sejung's head. "Your lips are soft," Yutao whispers, nipping Sejung's lower lip playfully.
Yutao adjusts their positions. Sejung had been lying on her side, but Yutao pushes her onto her back and then climbs on top of her. She leans down and Sejung can barely make out the shape of her dark nipples before Yutao pulls her up and in for another kiss, this one completely different than the first. It's a kiss like some dramatic reunion scene in a romance movie, open mouthed and hard, with more tongue than Sejung knows how to handle. Yutao's hands slide up Sejung's stomach as they kiss, but it's not until Yutao's hand squeezes Sejung's breast through the fabric of her bra that Sejung really pays attention. Yutao pulls her bra down, not even bothering with the hook. Her nipples tighten like she's cold, but Sejung feels like she's burning up. Yutao rubs the rough pad of her thumb over Sejung's nipple and Sejung gasps. Yutao kisses her way down to Sejung's breasts, stopping to bite at her neck and collarbones. Every bit of her skin feels like an erogenous zone.
By the time Yutao pulls back, Sejung's pussy is throbbing and her nipples are red and wet from Yutao's tongue. As Yutao shifts around, Sejung pulls the sheet up over her chest. Even the brush of the fabric turns her on. Yutao crawls towards the end of the bed, leopard-clad ass in the air, until she's at Sejung's thighs. Her touch is careful, a gentle stroke down the front of Sejung's panties, rubbing over the dampness. Sejung feels the touch like a spark of electricity through her body. "Just get on with it already," she says through heavy breaths.
"Impatient," Yutao teases, even as she pushes down Sejung's shorts and panties. The sheets cover most of her upper half, but below the waist she's completely exposed to Yutao. Without meaning to, she squeezes her thighs tighter. Yutao must notice, because her hands still and she tilts her head up to look at Sejung properly. "Are you sure?"
Her entire body feels hot with embarrassment, with wondering if she's wearing cute underwear, with this is pretty gay, huh, but she trusts Yutao and she's not about to be outmatched for experience. "Of course I'm sure," Sejung says with a signature eye roll. Yutao smiles, and spreads her thighs apart.
The first press of Yutao's fingers between the folds of her pussy and Sejung shivers, goosebumps raising up over her body. "See, I told you," Yutao says, pressing a gentle kiss to Sejung's neck as her hands explore further, pushing one fingertip inside of her and pulling it out. She continues like this, touching Sejung like she's mapping her out. When Yutao's thumb rubs over her clit, Sejung's back arches off the bed in surprise. It's nothing like Sejung has felt before, a tingling sensation underneath her skin, a pressure building up, and Yutao's teasing, exploratory fingers are not enough to satisfy it.
Just as Sejung feels herself getting worked up, Yutao slips her fingers out. Her fingers are shiny with wetness that she wipes off on the bed sheet, sitting back on her heels. Sejung makes a whining noise, panting. "Where are you going?"
"I've always wanted to do this," Yutao says, leaning down.
Sejung gets it. She feels like she could die, right here with Yutao eye level with her cunt and licking her lips like she's about to eat her favorite desert. "You don't have to," Sejung says.
Yutao grins slyly. Her hands slide up Sejung's inner thighs, pushing them apart so that Sejung can't hide anything. With her index finger, Yutao traces from her entrance to her clit and back down again. "But you want me to, right?"
Sejung's thighs are trembling underneath Yutao, chest heaving with shallow breaths, and it's not like she could say no when Yutao looks so eager to please. Sejung nods her head and Yutao doesn't hesitate before leaning in and licking a slow, broad swipe over Sejung's clit. She does it again, this time dragging her tongue down to Sejung's hole and licking around it, then pushing her tongue inside of her. Sejung is so wet, body aching in a way she didn't know it could and Yutao just keeps teasing her, licking up and down and deliberately not over her clit. As her tongue works, the tip of Yutao's nose rubs against her clit and it's fucking weird, but it's some relief and Sejung has to fist her hands in the sheets and try to lay still to avoid grinding down against her.
When Yutao finally starts to mouth at her clit, she pulls away and Sejung feels like begging, like kicking Yutao upside her head until she finishes what she's started. She's only come up for air and lowers her head again a moment later, this time with the addition of two fingers sliding into Sejung's cunt. "Fuck," Sejung grunts, hips snapping up. Yutao's fingers are thin but they're more the one Sejung has tried, only to give up quickly out of frustration. It burns just a little, the stretch of two fingers curling and twisting inside of her, but Sejung doesn't mind it, especially not in combination with Yutao's mouth sucking on her clit. She pumps her fingers faster while her tongue flattens against Sejung's clit and licks hard. Sejung feels her thighs shaking, her legs spread as wide as they can go, and Yutao just keeps going.
Sejung comes with toes curled and a quiet moan, with a shudder wracking her entire body and a flood of warmth. Yutao doesn't let up until Sejung is squirming with oversensitivity.
Yutao emerges from between Sejung's legs, rubbing the back of her hand over her mouth. "Come here," Sejung demands, too blissed out to care about being half-naked anymore. Yutao's kisses taste tangy and unfamiliar and Sejung finds that she kind of likes the way it tastes. She wonders if Yutao would taste the same. Their bodies are sticky with sweat, an easy slide when Sejung wraps a hand around Yutao's waist, just above her waistband. Yutao looks up at her, affectionate with a hint of smugness. Sejung rolls her eyes again.
"Maybe you were right this time," she says, inching her fingers up Yutao's ribcage, stopping just before she reaches her breasts. "But only this one time."
Sugar and Spice, Screaming is Nice
EXO, girl!Chanyeol/girl!Tao, NC-17, 1000 words
Superhero/supervillain sex because I owe idolkiller. No dismemberment, I'm sorry. Title from Nicola Roberts' Gladiator.
Zitao finds Chanyeol on the roof, leaned up against one of the legs of the water tower and dangling the antenna of the detonator between her long fingers. "Took you long enough," Chanyeol says, smiling with all of her teeth.
Zitao stands in the doorway for a moment to catch her breath. Her entire body is thrumming with energy- the adrenaline from chasing two of Chanyeol's cronies through the streets, the fear for the lives of the innocent civilians trapped in a building set to explode, but more than anything else, the same heady arousal that comes hand-in-hand with dealing with Chanyeol.
"How long until the bomb goes off?" Zitao asks as she approaches Chanyeol, trying very hard to focus on her face instead of the way her tits are bared in her shiny, leather bustier. Amazing the things a push-up bra can do.
Chanyeol brings a finger up to her mouth, blinking her wide eyes at Zitao, who once again marvels at the fact that someone with such a cute face could be capable of crimes against humanity. "About ten minutes? Something like that."
Long enough for Chanyeol to haul Zitao in by the lapels of her suit, fitting their mouths together in a fierce kiss. Chanyeol doesn't waste any time, yanking down Zitao's zipper far enough to reveal her chest. She's always been impatient, typically slicing up the front of Zitao's suit because she couldn't waste time dealing with the back zipper- the only reason for Zitao's redesign. Chanyeol squeezes Zitao's breasts in her hands, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers.
"I can do it in five," Chanyeol says, flashing a toothy grin before leaning down to suck on Zitao's tit. Zitao believes her, because her flesh is weak when it comes to Park Chanyeol, but being contrary is part of the game.
"I'd like to see you try."
Chanyeol kisses her way down Zitao's body, peeling off her suit as she goes, until she's on her knees and Zitao's pants are around her ankles. The night air whips around them and Zitao shivers slightly, goosebumps dotting her skin. Chanyeol rubs one smooth cheek over Zitao's thigh. Zitao bites down on her lip in anticipation.
Suddenly, her radio crackles to life in her ear. Kris' voice. "What are you doing? Have you caught her yet?"
"No, I'm still-" Zitao interrupts herself with a loud moan as Chanyeol bites into her inner thigh, hard enough to bruise, laving her tongue over the bitemarks and dragging the tip up further. "Still working on it."
"Oh god, gross," Kris says, and Zitao would laugh if she wasn't too busy digging her hand into Chanyeol's curls and yanking on them in an effort to make her hurry the fuck up. Tugging on Chanyeol's hair earns Zitao nothing more than another painful suck on her inner thigh. If Kris didn't already know what Zitao was here to do, the marks on her thighs that no amount of super hero activities could have caused would've given her away in a second.
"We don't have much time," Zitao says, aiming for tough but coming out more like a whine. It earns her two finger slammed up inside of her. Chanyeol grins when Zitao's knees buckle slightly, legs swaying against Chanyeol's shoulders. Chanyeol's fingers slide in and out with ease; Zitao's been wet since she stepped on the crime scene. One day she'll examine the practical implications of that, but not today. Not when Chanyeol is tipping her head forward to press her mouth against Zitao's cunt, licking over Zitao's folds and down to where her fingers are knuckle deep inside her. Chanyeol wraps her free hand around the back of Zitao's thigh, pulling her in even closer, and all Zitao can do is push back helplessly against Chanyeol's tongue.
Chanyeol adds another finger while she drags her tongue over Zitao's clit. She alternates between lapping thick, wet licks and making small, teasing circles with the tip of her tongue. Zitao's legs wobble, unsteady like the first time she tried on her stiletto boots, like the first time Chanyeol threw her against a wall and planted a kiss on her instead of a punch. A fourth finger and Chanyeol purses her lips, sucking hard. She can feel herself getting closer with every slide of Chanyeol's tongue against her clit, every curl of Chanyeol's fingers inside of her. Zitao bites her lip to hold back a groan as she comes, cunt twitching as Chanyeol draws her orgasm out.
When Chanyeol rocks back onto her heels, her entire chin is shiny and wet with saliva and come. Zitao tugs her leather pants back up with shaky fingers. "So which building?" Zitao asks, noting the way that Chanyeol's eyes linger on her chest as Zitao fingers the zipper tab on her suit.
"Gangnam Tower," Chanyeol says, getting to her feet. There are small pieces of gravel embedded into her knees. "You're wasting your time here, though. It's all a cover-up for a bank heist that-"
Zitao doesn't wait for her to finish the sentence before she presses her ear piece. "Yixing, run a scan of bank security around the city."
"Have fun!" Chanyeol says, waving her fingers happily. Zitao waits for her to turn her back, then brings her foot up and delivers a hard kick to her ass with the heel of her stiletto.
"You little fucker," is the last thing that Zitao hears before she takes a running leap off the building, free falling for a few exhilarating moments before her flight mechanisms kick in and she regains control.
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Don't look at me.
And without avirjin, I am a flop.
Static Friction
EXO, Chanyeol/Tao, NC-17, 1500 words
They've been in the library for five hours when Chanyeol complains about his back hurting. He's sprawled out on the floor on his stomach, long limbs stretched out as he does equations in his notebook, because he could never sit in the same position for more than thirty minutes without having to move. Zitao taps his pencil against the table, mulling over the boundaries that Chanyeol likes to arbitrarily assign. Only after Chanyeol groans again, twisting his arm back to rub at his lower back, does Zitao stand.
Zitao sinks down over Chanyeol's body, taking a seat on his ass. Tentatively, he runs his hand along the grooves of Chanyeol's spine.
"What are you doing?" Chanyeol asks, craning his neck back to look at Zitao.
"You said your back hurt."
Zitao grips Chanyeol's hips in his hands, thumbs digging into the dimples of Chanyeol's back. Chanyeol inhales sharply. Zitao follows the slight curve of Chanyeol's waist up his back until he reaches his shoulders. He dips his fingertips under the neck of Chanyeol's threadbare t-shirt, hesitating to see if Chanyeol says anything. He doesn't; his focus is on his calculator and notebook of equations, so Zitao slides his hand all the way under the fabric.
Chanyeol's skin is warm, slightly sticky from dried sweat. It'd been a hot day, May bleeding into June, and Zitao was not pleased about the fact that he had to waste a perfectly nice day cooped up inside a windowless study room, even if it did give him an excuse for more consecutive time with Chanyeol than they'd spent together even after they started fucking. Chanyeol prefers to initiate touches. Zitao doesn't mind stepping over his boundaries.
Zitao rubs his fingers over the knobby bone of Chanyeol's shoulder. He doesn't eat enough, Zitao thinks. He switches to his knuckles, pressing into his skin just a little too hard to be comfortable, the way his ex used to after intense work-outs. Chanyeol makes a whining noise, a protest, and Zitao tells him to be quiet, jabbing one bent finger into the tender spot at the base of his neck. "Do you want your back to feel better or not?"
"So rude," Chanyeol says, probably rolling his eyes. "I hope you don't expect me to leave a tip with that kind of attitude."
"Take it up with the manager," Zitao says. He works on his neck until Chanyeol is sighing contentedly then slides his hands back down, this time going underneath the hem of his shirt to palm over the smooth skin of Chanyeol's back. He dips a finger under the waistband of Chanyeol's briefs, snapping the elastic against his skin. Chanyeol flinches and Zitao laughs to himself.
The way that Chanyeol is lying doesn't make it easy to reach the sensitive parts of his back, but Zitao isn't one to not try. He kneads his Chanyeol's shoulders with his palms. Slow, even strokes that have the tension draining out of his muscles almost instantly. As Zitao works, Chanyeol makes these groaning noises in the back of his throat, the same kind of grunts that he makes when driving his cock into Zitao's ass. It's no wonder that Zitao's dick is stirring in interest.
When Zitao smooths Chanyeol's shirt back down, making to move off, Chanyeol catches his wrist with surprisingly deft reflexes. "What, no happy ending?"
Chanyeol pushes his textbooks aside, carefully rolling over so that he's lying on his back, and pushes his hips up, erection pressed against the underside of Zitao's ass. "You can't wait until we get to a bed?" Zitao asks.
"I could," Chanyeol says, skimming his hands over Zitao's thighs and framing his cock with his fingers, thumb brushing over his zipper. His voice, deep and gravely, sends a shiver down Zitao's spine. "But I don't want to."
Zitao leans down and Chanyeol arches his back up to meet him. They bump noses, a common occurrence with them- the first time it happened Chanyeol claimed he'd pay for Zitao's nose job himself if he had to- but Zitao tilts his head and tries again. Chanyeol kisses roughly, a hint of bite to his close-mouthed kisses, sucking Zitao's bottom lip into his mouth hard enough to bruise. The only sounds in the room are the filthy, wet sounds of their mouths and the scrape of denim together.
Their shirts come off. Zitao barely gets his over his head before they're back to kissing. Chanyeol's hands are all over the place- curling into the long hair at the nape of Zitao's neck, clutching at his shoulders- but he stops at Zitao's nipples, rubbing the pad of his thumb over one of them and pinching the other. Zitao moans, muffled by Chanyeol's mouth. Maybe it's the fact that they're doing this in a public study room, where anyone, staff member or student, walking past the closed door could look through its tiny window the right way and see them there on the floor, or maybe it's just the deliriousness of sleep deprivation catching up to him, but Zitao feels like he could come in his pants just from this.
They have a good rhythm going, rocking into each other without any sense of urgency, but then Chanyeol pushes on Zitao's shoulders until he topples backwards onto the floor. Chanyeol is in the same position that Zitao was earlier, looming over him for a moment and then ducking in for a kiss before he gets to his feet and leaves the room.
He's back in thirty seconds tops, hardly long enough for Zitao to start stroking himself through his jeans. "God," Chanyeol says from the doorway, throwing the wad of paper towels into Zitao's face. Zitao would be content to blow him, but instead Chanyeol ends up back on top of Zitao. It takes the both of them to get Zitao's belt off, fumbling with the buckle and then finally shoving them halfway down his thighs. Chanyeol's wearing basketball shorts and they're easy enough to push down. He's wearing faded grey briefs, the outline of his cock visible and a wet patch of precome staining the fabric.
Chanyeol pushes his hips down, grinding his clothed erection against Zitao's like he's got something to prove. His hands curl into Zitao's shoulders, too-long nails digging into his bare skin.
"Slow down," Zitao tells him, because even though it could be over quick, Zitao doesn't want it to be. Chanyeol likes to rush things- sloppy blowjobs and fast fucks- unless he's in the mood to torture Zitao a little bit, in which case Zitao would be there all night without coming. He's got a touch of skittishness at times when it comes to sex, like the quicker he comes, the quicker he can forget about it. Call Zitao a romantic, but he likes to enjoy himself.
Chanyeol huffs, breath hot against Zitao's neck, but his grip on Zitao's shoulders relaxes. The drag of his cock against Zitao's is deliberately slow. Zitao can feel how hard Chanyeol is even before he reaches down to pull Chanyeol's dick free of his briefs, stroking him with a loose fist. As he's jerked off, Chanyeol kisses Zitao's neck, right underneath his earlobe. When is teeth scrape over a particularly sensitive patch of skin, Zitao flinches away, accidentally squeezing a bit too hard on the base of Chanyeol's cock. Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol bats Zitao's hand away. Zitao wants to be offended, because hello, he knows his way around a dick, but Chanyeol fishes Zitao's cock out and then he's grasping them both, sliding his outstretched fingers down the shaft. Barely any friction, but Zitao likes the look of concentration on Chanyeol's face as he jerks them both at the same time. Zitao grabs onto Chanyeol's bare ass, grinding their hips together- it's better without any clothes.
Zitao comes first, shooting his load all over their stomachs. Chanyeol's dick slides easily through the dampness and it doesn't take him long to come too. He lays there on top of Zitao until their come has started to dry and there's a sticky squelch when Chanyeol rolls off of him.
"I'm going to take a nap now," Chanyeol says, after he's flung the filthy paper towels in the vague direction of the trash can. His pants are still halfway down his thighs and Zitao leans over to tuck his soft dick away for him.
"No," Zitao says. "You're going to finish that lab report. I know you don't want to stay with me any longer than you have to."
It's an off-handed comment, not the fishing for approval that Zitao knows Chanyeol will think he meant. Still, the constriction in his chest is automatic when Chanyeol looks over at him, shrugging as he says, "You're not that bad."
Get Some
EXO, girl!Sehun/girl!Tao, NC-17, 1500 words
Originally posted here on exopromptmeme. Slightly edited.
Yutao's room is too hot. Her air con is broken and the heat from the summer day still lingers in the room, making everything humid and sticky. Yutao is stripped down to just her tank top and underwear, a pair of leopard print boy shorts that keep catching Sejung's attention out of the corner of her eye as she flips through her magazine.
"Sejung," Yutao says when Sejung has finally started to concentrate on the article about upcoming fall fashion trends she's reading. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
She has kissed someone. Go Junyoung, the class leader, who kissed her in the hall after school one day and then ran away. He hasn't looked at her since without blushing. Yutao listens, folding her magazine closed in her lap. "What about," she asks when Sejung finishes her story, pausing like maybe she's searching for the right word. "What about sex?"
Sejung laughs, entirely too loud for such a quiet room and Yutao is smirking at her, like she's figured everything about Sejung out. "What about touching yourself?" Yutao asks.
"What about it?"
"Have you done it?"
"No," Sejung admits, reluctantly. Yutao gives her a pressing look, eyebrows raised. Sejung crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't want to."
Yutao's hand snakes out, landing on top of Sejung's thigh right below the hem of her pajama shorts. If Sejung wasn't already sweating, she would be now. "Let me show you," she says, sliding her index finger underneath the fabric. "It feels good."
Sejung holds her breath, torn between pushing Yutao's patronizing hand away and waiting to see what she will do. Yutao's finger moves up farther, skimming over the stretch marks that developed the summer before when Sejung's ass outgrew the rest of her body. The touch tickles. Yutao reaches the band of Sejung's panties and Sejung clamps her thighs shut. Unfortunately, this only succeeds in trapping Yutao's hand between her legs, and shit it feels good to be touched.
She doesn't want to be the last girl to figure out where her clit is, Sejung decides.
"Okay," Sejung says. She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for Yutao to continue, and that's when Yutao kisses her. It's gentle, completely different than the rushed press of lips that she'd received from Junyoung. Yutao's nose bumps up against hers, but it's easily fixed with a tilt of Sejung's head. "Your lips are soft," Yutao whispers, nipping Sejung's lower lip playfully.
Yutao adjusts their positions. Sejung had been lying on her side, but Yutao pushes her onto her back and then climbs on top of her. She leans down and Sejung can barely make out the shape of her dark nipples before Yutao pulls her up and in for another kiss, this one completely different than the first. It's a kiss like some dramatic reunion scene in a romance movie, open mouthed and hard, with more tongue than Sejung knows how to handle. Yutao's hands slide up Sejung's stomach as they kiss, but it's not until Yutao's hand squeezes Sejung's breast through the fabric of her bra that Sejung really pays attention. Yutao pulls her bra down, not even bothering with the hook. Her nipples tighten like she's cold, but Sejung feels like she's burning up. Yutao rubs the rough pad of her thumb over Sejung's nipple and Sejung gasps. Yutao kisses her way down to Sejung's breasts, stopping to bite at her neck and collarbones. Every bit of her skin feels like an erogenous zone.
By the time Yutao pulls back, Sejung's pussy is throbbing and her nipples are red and wet from Yutao's tongue. As Yutao shifts around, Sejung pulls the sheet up over her chest. Even the brush of the fabric turns her on. Yutao crawls towards the end of the bed, leopard-clad ass in the air, until she's at Sejung's thighs. Her touch is careful, a gentle stroke down the front of Sejung's panties, rubbing over the dampness. Sejung feels the touch like a spark of electricity through her body. "Just get on with it already," she says through heavy breaths.
"Impatient," Yutao teases, even as she pushes down Sejung's shorts and panties. The sheets cover most of her upper half, but below the waist she's completely exposed to Yutao. Without meaning to, she squeezes her thighs tighter. Yutao must notice, because her hands still and she tilts her head up to look at Sejung properly. "Are you sure?"
Her entire body feels hot with embarrassment, with wondering if she's wearing cute underwear, with this is pretty gay, huh, but she trusts Yutao and she's not about to be outmatched for experience. "Of course I'm sure," Sejung says with a signature eye roll. Yutao smiles, and spreads her thighs apart.
The first press of Yutao's fingers between the folds of her pussy and Sejung shivers, goosebumps raising up over her body. "See, I told you," Yutao says, pressing a gentle kiss to Sejung's neck as her hands explore further, pushing one fingertip inside of her and pulling it out. She continues like this, touching Sejung like she's mapping her out. When Yutao's thumb rubs over her clit, Sejung's back arches off the bed in surprise. It's nothing like Sejung has felt before, a tingling sensation underneath her skin, a pressure building up, and Yutao's teasing, exploratory fingers are not enough to satisfy it.
Just as Sejung feels herself getting worked up, Yutao slips her fingers out. Her fingers are shiny with wetness that she wipes off on the bed sheet, sitting back on her heels. Sejung makes a whining noise, panting. "Where are you going?"
"I've always wanted to do this," Yutao says, leaning down.
Sejung gets it. She feels like she could die, right here with Yutao eye level with her cunt and licking her lips like she's about to eat her favorite desert. "You don't have to," Sejung says.
Yutao grins slyly. Her hands slide up Sejung's inner thighs, pushing them apart so that Sejung can't hide anything. With her index finger, Yutao traces from her entrance to her clit and back down again. "But you want me to, right?"
Sejung's thighs are trembling underneath Yutao, chest heaving with shallow breaths, and it's not like she could say no when Yutao looks so eager to please. Sejung nods her head and Yutao doesn't hesitate before leaning in and licking a slow, broad swipe over Sejung's clit. She does it again, this time dragging her tongue down to Sejung's hole and licking around it, then pushing her tongue inside of her. Sejung is so wet, body aching in a way she didn't know it could and Yutao just keeps teasing her, licking up and down and deliberately not over her clit. As her tongue works, the tip of Yutao's nose rubs against her clit and it's fucking weird, but it's some relief and Sejung has to fist her hands in the sheets and try to lay still to avoid grinding down against her.
When Yutao finally starts to mouth at her clit, she pulls away and Sejung feels like begging, like kicking Yutao upside her head until she finishes what she's started. She's only come up for air and lowers her head again a moment later, this time with the addition of two fingers sliding into Sejung's cunt. "Fuck," Sejung grunts, hips snapping up. Yutao's fingers are thin but they're more the one Sejung has tried, only to give up quickly out of frustration. It burns just a little, the stretch of two fingers curling and twisting inside of her, but Sejung doesn't mind it, especially not in combination with Yutao's mouth sucking on her clit. She pumps her fingers faster while her tongue flattens against Sejung's clit and licks hard. Sejung feels her thighs shaking, her legs spread as wide as they can go, and Yutao just keeps going.
Sejung comes with toes curled and a quiet moan, with a shudder wracking her entire body and a flood of warmth. Yutao doesn't let up until Sejung is squirming with oversensitivity.
Yutao emerges from between Sejung's legs, rubbing the back of her hand over her mouth. "Come here," Sejung demands, too blissed out to care about being half-naked anymore. Yutao's kisses taste tangy and unfamiliar and Sejung finds that she kind of likes the way it tastes. She wonders if Yutao would taste the same. Their bodies are sticky with sweat, an easy slide when Sejung wraps a hand around Yutao's waist, just above her waistband. Yutao looks up at her, affectionate with a hint of smugness. Sejung rolls her eyes again.
"Maybe you were right this time," she says, inching her fingers up Yutao's ribcage, stopping just before she reaches her breasts. "But only this one time."
Sugar and Spice, Screaming is Nice
EXO, girl!Chanyeol/girl!Tao, NC-17, 1000 words
Superhero/supervillain sex because I owe idolkiller. No dismemberment, I'm sorry. Title from Nicola Roberts' Gladiator.
Zitao finds Chanyeol on the roof, leaned up against one of the legs of the water tower and dangling the antenna of the detonator between her long fingers. "Took you long enough," Chanyeol says, smiling with all of her teeth.
Zitao stands in the doorway for a moment to catch her breath. Her entire body is thrumming with energy- the adrenaline from chasing two of Chanyeol's cronies through the streets, the fear for the lives of the innocent civilians trapped in a building set to explode, but more than anything else, the same heady arousal that comes hand-in-hand with dealing with Chanyeol.
"How long until the bomb goes off?" Zitao asks as she approaches Chanyeol, trying very hard to focus on her face instead of the way her tits are bared in her shiny, leather bustier. Amazing the things a push-up bra can do.
Chanyeol brings a finger up to her mouth, blinking her wide eyes at Zitao, who once again marvels at the fact that someone with such a cute face could be capable of crimes against humanity. "About ten minutes? Something like that."
Long enough for Chanyeol to haul Zitao in by the lapels of her suit, fitting their mouths together in a fierce kiss. Chanyeol doesn't waste any time, yanking down Zitao's zipper far enough to reveal her chest. She's always been impatient, typically slicing up the front of Zitao's suit because she couldn't waste time dealing with the back zipper- the only reason for Zitao's redesign. Chanyeol squeezes Zitao's breasts in her hands, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers.
"I can do it in five," Chanyeol says, flashing a toothy grin before leaning down to suck on Zitao's tit. Zitao believes her, because her flesh is weak when it comes to Park Chanyeol, but being contrary is part of the game.
"I'd like to see you try."
Chanyeol kisses her way down Zitao's body, peeling off her suit as she goes, until she's on her knees and Zitao's pants are around her ankles. The night air whips around them and Zitao shivers slightly, goosebumps dotting her skin. Chanyeol rubs one smooth cheek over Zitao's thigh. Zitao bites down on her lip in anticipation.
Suddenly, her radio crackles to life in her ear. Kris' voice. "What are you doing? Have you caught her yet?"
"No, I'm still-" Zitao interrupts herself with a loud moan as Chanyeol bites into her inner thigh, hard enough to bruise, laving her tongue over the bitemarks and dragging the tip up further. "Still working on it."
"Oh god, gross," Kris says, and Zitao would laugh if she wasn't too busy digging her hand into Chanyeol's curls and yanking on them in an effort to make her hurry the fuck up. Tugging on Chanyeol's hair earns Zitao nothing more than another painful suck on her inner thigh. If Kris didn't already know what Zitao was here to do, the marks on her thighs that no amount of super hero activities could have caused would've given her away in a second.
"We don't have much time," Zitao says, aiming for tough but coming out more like a whine. It earns her two finger slammed up inside of her. Chanyeol grins when Zitao's knees buckle slightly, legs swaying against Chanyeol's shoulders. Chanyeol's fingers slide in and out with ease; Zitao's been wet since she stepped on the crime scene. One day she'll examine the practical implications of that, but not today. Not when Chanyeol is tipping her head forward to press her mouth against Zitao's cunt, licking over Zitao's folds and down to where her fingers are knuckle deep inside her. Chanyeol wraps her free hand around the back of Zitao's thigh, pulling her in even closer, and all Zitao can do is push back helplessly against Chanyeol's tongue.
Chanyeol adds another finger while she drags her tongue over Zitao's clit. She alternates between lapping thick, wet licks and making small, teasing circles with the tip of her tongue. Zitao's legs wobble, unsteady like the first time she tried on her stiletto boots, like the first time Chanyeol threw her against a wall and planted a kiss on her instead of a punch. A fourth finger and Chanyeol purses her lips, sucking hard. She can feel herself getting closer with every slide of Chanyeol's tongue against her clit, every curl of Chanyeol's fingers inside of her. Zitao bites her lip to hold back a groan as she comes, cunt twitching as Chanyeol draws her orgasm out.
When Chanyeol rocks back onto her heels, her entire chin is shiny and wet with saliva and come. Zitao tugs her leather pants back up with shaky fingers. "So which building?" Zitao asks, noting the way that Chanyeol's eyes linger on her chest as Zitao fingers the zipper tab on her suit.
"Gangnam Tower," Chanyeol says, getting to her feet. There are small pieces of gravel embedded into her knees. "You're wasting your time here, though. It's all a cover-up for a bank heist that-"
Zitao doesn't wait for her to finish the sentence before she presses her ear piece. "Yixing, run a scan of bank security around the city."
"Have fun!" Chanyeol says, waving her fingers happily. Zitao waits for her to turn her back, then brings her foot up and delivers a hard kick to her ass with the heel of her stiletto.
"You little fucker," is the last thing that Zitao hears before she takes a running leap off the building, free falling for a few exhilarating moments before her flight mechanisms kick in and she regains control.
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Don't look at me.