Insatiable (1/?)
Title: Insatiable
Pairing: Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Twelve people somehow all related one way or another. A band with a groupie that turns into more. Couples, pining and lots more. The lives of the members in the group Insatiable.
JongIn hesitates for a second before pushing the door open. It’s a small shop, located away from the main street tugged in between apartment complexes. JongIn would never have found it if BaekHyun hadn’t recommended her it. She can’t really remember how it came up, but she had mentioned that she had grown out of all of her bras and desperately needed new ones.
“Welcome.” An all too familiar voice calls out and JongIn feels her heart stop beating. She should learn not to trust BaekHyun when the older girl smiles with a too innocent and sweet smile. Behind the counter stood the last one she ever wanted to help her fitting her bras. ChanYeol, JongIn’s crush extraordinaire had a blinding smile on her face as she greeted her customer. It took a while for her to realize that she knew the face and with an uncertainty she asked. “JongIn?”
The poor girl nodded solemnly. It was kind of disappointing that ChanYeol still had trouble remembering her name; she had been to all of their gigs the last half a year. Cheering and dancing along right up front the stage as the band played songs JongIn knew by heart. “Wow, never expected to see you here. Did Baek send you here?” ChanYeol is moving out from behind the counter and JongIn nearly chokes on her spit when she sees her uniform. Who in their right mind used a short maid costume as uniforms in a lingerie store? ChanYeol’s long, long delicious legs are barely covered in skimpy fishnet tights and her dress doesn’t even reach her mid-thigh. It’s kind of hard to breathe right now.
“Yeah.” She manages to croak out when ChanYeol is standing right in front of her. “Do you need to be measured?” JongIn almost misses the question too busy trying not to stare at the too deep neck line showing off a cleavage that JongIn has dreamed, one to many times, of burying her face in. “I guess? I grew out of all my old ones.” ChanYeol just nods and then motions towards the dressing rooms with a smile. There’s a glint of something in her eyes that JongIn can’t place. “If you just go in there and take off your shirt and bra then I’ll be right with you.”
With a last glance at ChanYeol JongIn goes in, up on the small elevation and pulls the curtains closed and shucks off the too big shirt she had borrowed from TaeMin after practice since she had forgotten a change of clothes. He had laughed at her when she told him she had to go and do lady business and therefore couldn’t make it home to change. Sometimes she wondered if he had even noticed that she wasn’t the little girl he grew up with but then she sees him staring unabashedly and he doesn’t even look slightly embarrassed at being caught so she figures he had. He also knows that she never would be interested, so she doesn’t really care much if he stares.
Then the bra came off. It’s oddly exposing standing half naked in a dressing room just waiting for someone to come in and measure her. She looks down at her breast and curses them. When were they going to stop growing? SeHun always complained that it wasn’t fair how curvy JongIn was, that she wanted an hour glass shape too. JongIn wasn’t all that happy about her body though, her breasts were too big and it hindered her sometimes during certain routines and they hurt so much when she was on her period that it was more painful having her sports bra on than becoming physically exhausted from dancing for hours.
“Are your shirt off?” ChanYeol calls from the other side and JongIn nods before remembering that the other can’t see her. “Yes.” Unsure of where to place her hands they hang at her sides when ChanYeol ducks into the small space beside her. “Now let’s see what size you use shall we?” And then there are hands on her breasts. ChanYeol’s long fingers, calloused from playing the guitar for so many years are groping her breasts, squeezing and feeling her up.
It’s unintentionally, but ChanYeol palm shifts over her left nipple and she can’t stop the whimper that comes out of her mouth. ChanYeol’s hands still, stops the groping but stays on the hills of her breasts and JongIn could die from the embarrassment. ChanYeol just peered curiously at her and then with a face blank of emotions her hand moves again. Her rough fingertips come down to roll the hard nub between them, her eyes never leaving JongIn’s. “You have really pretty breasts JongIn. I could just lick and suck them.”
A smirk is slowly appearing on ChanYeol’s face when all that JongIn manages in response is another whimper and pressing herself into ChanYeol’s hands. The hand on her right breast is removed and not before long is there a mouth enclosed around her nipple, a tongue licking and teasing it, sucking it into the heat of ChanYeol’s mouth.
For a short moment JongIn’s brain closes down and she just feels, but then her eyes focuses on her surroundings and she panics. “Stop.” She pants out, not actually wanting ChanYeol to stop. This is something she has wanted for a long time now. “What if someone walks in? You’re working.” It’s confusing when all ChanYeol does is suck even harder making JongIn arch into her. “I closed the shop. You think I wouldn’t have noticed the way you looked at me like you wanted to eat me? You think I didn’t ask BaekHyun to send you here?” There’s a string of salvia connecting her to JongIn’s breast, it’s an enticing sight to look down at. It takes a while for JongIn’s brain to catch up to ChanYeol’s words and she blushes at the words. “You’re so cute JongIn-ah.”
Something snaps inside of her and she presses ChanYeol up against the vacant wall not caring about the picture frames falling to the ground and only for a split second she hesitates before crushing her lips against ChanYeol’s. It’s desperate, oh so desperate the way her lips presses against the elder’s, demanding the things she’s been wishing for so long. Her teeth nips at the full bottom lip tongue running over it soothingly trying to gain access and as soon as ChanYeol opens her mouth JongIn delves into it. Her tongue curling around the other’s, coaxing it into her own mouth so she can suck on it.
ChanYeol’s hands run up over her back, fingers trying to get a hold somewhere creating chills along the way. A hand finds its way to JongIn’s long dark brown locks. Sliding up to grip at the base of her neck, tugging her head backwards as to kiss her deeper. The other hand slides to the front and cups her breast. As if only realizing that she can touch ChanYeol in that moment she tears herself away from the addicting mouth that she had been kissing and buries her face in the cleavage she has dreamt about sighing in content. The skin is ever so soft against her cheek and there’s a warmth to it that she hasn’t felt before. Her hands come up to pull down the top part and two perky breasts come in sight. The nipple a light pink that looks so invitingly and JongIn curls her tongue around it as a hand moves under the skirts of the dress.
Her fingers slides up over soft warm skin of the inner thigh and she can feel ChanYeol tremble under her touch, hears her panting raggedly above her. She moans around the flesh in her mouth when she is met by dampness when she reaches ChanYeol’s cunt, her fingers easily sliding in between the slick lips. “Shit. You’re not wearing any underwear.” Somehow it’s a huge turn on for JongIn. ChanYeol laughs breathily her hand tugging JongIn up so they’re face to face again. “Just for you.” And then she’s kissing JongIn hard again, arching her hips to roll down on the fingers stroking her clit.
JongIn let her fingers slide further down and slowly enters two into ChanYeol, crooking them searching for the place that she knows will make ChanYeol scream (or she hopes she’ll scream. Nothing would be hotter than ChanYeol’s voice cracking on a pleasured scream). Her palm constantly rubbing on the erected clit.
ChanYeol’s head falls backwards and slams into the wall and her hand tightens considerably in JongIn’s hair. “Oh fuck, right there.” She moans and JongIn rubs harder, more purposefully. There’s a heat between her own legs, but right now she’s so focused on getting ChanYeol off. Her tongue lavishes the displayed expanse of ChanYeol’s long, fuck so fucking long neck and she nibbles with the intent of leaving marks. She’s not going to let this be a one-time thing, ChanYeol is hers now and she’s not sharing.
“JongIn, fuck, JongIn I’m gonna-” and ChanYeol are curling in on herself, clutching to JongIn with both hands in her hair, pulling the younger in to kiss her through her orgasm. JongIn keeps circling her clit with the palm of her hand as her fingertips presses slightly against the g-spot. She wants to see her come again. The blissed out look on her face, her eyebrows creasing in concentration, lips parting and eyes half closed and unfocused. She wants to see it all again.
ChanYeol pushes her away when it becomes too much in over stimulation and grinning she slumps again the wall. A satisfied smile is on her face as she watches JongIn panting hard looking at her with incredulous amazement. “How about I close up and we head over to my place? My roommate is out for the night.”
JongIn doesn’t think she’s ever nodded so quickly in her life before.
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so i wanted fem!kaiyeol.
i wrote myself fem!kaiyeol
first time writing femslash.
not sure if it's any good.
comment?
(also there's actually a store in the country i live where there's an
old woman that measures her customers like that.
i find that hilarious)
Pairing: Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Twelve people somehow all related one way or another. A band with a groupie that turns into more. Couples, pining and lots more. The lives of the members in the group Insatiable.
JongIn hesitates for a second before pushing the door open. It’s a small shop, located away from the main street tugged in between apartment complexes. JongIn would never have found it if BaekHyun hadn’t recommended her it. She can’t really remember how it came up, but she had mentioned that she had grown out of all of her bras and desperately needed new ones.
“Welcome.” An all too familiar voice calls out and JongIn feels her heart stop beating. She should learn not to trust BaekHyun when the older girl smiles with a too innocent and sweet smile. Behind the counter stood the last one she ever wanted to help her fitting her bras. ChanYeol, JongIn’s crush extraordinaire had a blinding smile on her face as she greeted her customer. It took a while for her to realize that she knew the face and with an uncertainty she asked. “JongIn?”
The poor girl nodded solemnly. It was kind of disappointing that ChanYeol still had trouble remembering her name; she had been to all of their gigs the last half a year. Cheering and dancing along right up front the stage as the band played songs JongIn knew by heart. “Wow, never expected to see you here. Did Baek send you here?” ChanYeol is moving out from behind the counter and JongIn nearly chokes on her spit when she sees her uniform. Who in their right mind used a short maid costume as uniforms in a lingerie store? ChanYeol’s long, long delicious legs are barely covered in skimpy fishnet tights and her dress doesn’t even reach her mid-thigh. It’s kind of hard to breathe right now.
“Yeah.” She manages to croak out when ChanYeol is standing right in front of her. “Do you need to be measured?” JongIn almost misses the question too busy trying not to stare at the too deep neck line showing off a cleavage that JongIn has dreamed, one to many times, of burying her face in. “I guess? I grew out of all my old ones.” ChanYeol just nods and then motions towards the dressing rooms with a smile. There’s a glint of something in her eyes that JongIn can’t place. “If you just go in there and take off your shirt and bra then I’ll be right with you.”
With a last glance at ChanYeol JongIn goes in, up on the small elevation and pulls the curtains closed and shucks off the too big shirt she had borrowed from TaeMin after practice since she had forgotten a change of clothes. He had laughed at her when she told him she had to go and do lady business and therefore couldn’t make it home to change. Sometimes she wondered if he had even noticed that she wasn’t the little girl he grew up with but then she sees him staring unabashedly and he doesn’t even look slightly embarrassed at being caught so she figures he had. He also knows that she never would be interested, so she doesn’t really care much if he stares.
Then the bra came off. It’s oddly exposing standing half naked in a dressing room just waiting for someone to come in and measure her. She looks down at her breast and curses them. When were they going to stop growing? SeHun always complained that it wasn’t fair how curvy JongIn was, that she wanted an hour glass shape too. JongIn wasn’t all that happy about her body though, her breasts were too big and it hindered her sometimes during certain routines and they hurt so much when she was on her period that it was more painful having her sports bra on than becoming physically exhausted from dancing for hours.
“Are your shirt off?” ChanYeol calls from the other side and JongIn nods before remembering that the other can’t see her. “Yes.” Unsure of where to place her hands they hang at her sides when ChanYeol ducks into the small space beside her. “Now let’s see what size you use shall we?” And then there are hands on her breasts. ChanYeol’s long fingers, calloused from playing the guitar for so many years are groping her breasts, squeezing and feeling her up.
It’s unintentionally, but ChanYeol palm shifts over her left nipple and she can’t stop the whimper that comes out of her mouth. ChanYeol’s hands still, stops the groping but stays on the hills of her breasts and JongIn could die from the embarrassment. ChanYeol just peered curiously at her and then with a face blank of emotions her hand moves again. Her rough fingertips come down to roll the hard nub between them, her eyes never leaving JongIn’s. “You have really pretty breasts JongIn. I could just lick and suck them.”
A smirk is slowly appearing on ChanYeol’s face when all that JongIn manages in response is another whimper and pressing herself into ChanYeol’s hands. The hand on her right breast is removed and not before long is there a mouth enclosed around her nipple, a tongue licking and teasing it, sucking it into the heat of ChanYeol’s mouth.
For a short moment JongIn’s brain closes down and she just feels, but then her eyes focuses on her surroundings and she panics. “Stop.” She pants out, not actually wanting ChanYeol to stop. This is something she has wanted for a long time now. “What if someone walks in? You’re working.” It’s confusing when all ChanYeol does is suck even harder making JongIn arch into her. “I closed the shop. You think I wouldn’t have noticed the way you looked at me like you wanted to eat me? You think I didn’t ask BaekHyun to send you here?” There’s a string of salvia connecting her to JongIn’s breast, it’s an enticing sight to look down at. It takes a while for JongIn’s brain to catch up to ChanYeol’s words and she blushes at the words. “You’re so cute JongIn-ah.”
Something snaps inside of her and she presses ChanYeol up against the vacant wall not caring about the picture frames falling to the ground and only for a split second she hesitates before crushing her lips against ChanYeol’s. It’s desperate, oh so desperate the way her lips presses against the elder’s, demanding the things she’s been wishing for so long. Her teeth nips at the full bottom lip tongue running over it soothingly trying to gain access and as soon as ChanYeol opens her mouth JongIn delves into it. Her tongue curling around the other’s, coaxing it into her own mouth so she can suck on it.
ChanYeol’s hands run up over her back, fingers trying to get a hold somewhere creating chills along the way. A hand finds its way to JongIn’s long dark brown locks. Sliding up to grip at the base of her neck, tugging her head backwards as to kiss her deeper. The other hand slides to the front and cups her breast. As if only realizing that she can touch ChanYeol in that moment she tears herself away from the addicting mouth that she had been kissing and buries her face in the cleavage she has dreamt about sighing in content. The skin is ever so soft against her cheek and there’s a warmth to it that she hasn’t felt before. Her hands come up to pull down the top part and two perky breasts come in sight. The nipple a light pink that looks so invitingly and JongIn curls her tongue around it as a hand moves under the skirts of the dress.
Her fingers slides up over soft warm skin of the inner thigh and she can feel ChanYeol tremble under her touch, hears her panting raggedly above her. She moans around the flesh in her mouth when she is met by dampness when she reaches ChanYeol’s cunt, her fingers easily sliding in between the slick lips. “Shit. You’re not wearing any underwear.” Somehow it’s a huge turn on for JongIn. ChanYeol laughs breathily her hand tugging JongIn up so they’re face to face again. “Just for you.” And then she’s kissing JongIn hard again, arching her hips to roll down on the fingers stroking her clit.
JongIn let her fingers slide further down and slowly enters two into ChanYeol, crooking them searching for the place that she knows will make ChanYeol scream (or she hopes she’ll scream. Nothing would be hotter than ChanYeol’s voice cracking on a pleasured scream). Her palm constantly rubbing on the erected clit.
ChanYeol’s head falls backwards and slams into the wall and her hand tightens considerably in JongIn’s hair. “Oh fuck, right there.” She moans and JongIn rubs harder, more purposefully. There’s a heat between her own legs, but right now she’s so focused on getting ChanYeol off. Her tongue lavishes the displayed expanse of ChanYeol’s long, fuck so fucking long neck and she nibbles with the intent of leaving marks. She’s not going to let this be a one-time thing, ChanYeol is hers now and she’s not sharing.
“JongIn, fuck, JongIn I’m gonna-” and ChanYeol are curling in on herself, clutching to JongIn with both hands in her hair, pulling the younger in to kiss her through her orgasm. JongIn keeps circling her clit with the palm of her hand as her fingertips presses slightly against the g-spot. She wants to see her come again. The blissed out look on her face, her eyebrows creasing in concentration, lips parting and eyes half closed and unfocused. She wants to see it all again.
ChanYeol pushes her away when it becomes too much in over stimulation and grinning she slumps again the wall. A satisfied smile is on her face as she watches JongIn panting hard looking at her with incredulous amazement. “How about I close up and we head over to my place? My roommate is out for the night.”
JongIn doesn’t think she’s ever nodded so quickly in her life before.
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so i wanted fem!kaiyeol.
i wrote myself fem!kaiyeol
first time writing femslash.
not sure if it's any good.
comment?
(also there's actually a store in the country i live where there's an
old woman that measures her customers like that.
i find that hilarious)