Insatiable (2/?)
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.
The younger is so cute. ChanYeol couldn’t help but want to tease her. Standing there in the middle of the room flushed from her chest and up staring at ChanYeol with big eyes full of wonder. Her fingers are still sticky with ChanYeol’s juices in a split second ChanYeol decides to grab her wrist and pulls it up to her mouth and sucks the two fingers in, her tongue twirling around the digits, licking them clean. JongIn’s mouth falls open, her eyes locked on where her fingers are disappearing into ChanYeol’s mouth.
ChanYeol slides off the two fingers, leans in and with a squeeze to JongIn’s perfect big breasts, she whispers in the other’s ear, “I’m going to eat you out so good.” The moan that leave the younger’s lips makes her feel the curl of arousal again and she can’t wait to get home to feel more of the wonders of that lithe strong body. “My pretty JongIn.” With a chaste kiss she pulls up her top and walks out of the dressing room to go and count the cashier (and grab her change of clothes).
At first ChanYeol hadn’t really noticed her, she knew she was BaekHyun’s neighbor and that she was still in high school, though barely anymore. She seemed nice the few times she had met her, always ready with a shy smile and a small hi. No, ChanYeol first really noticed her when she came to one of their gigs, she was right up front alongside some of her friends, dancing and singing along. ChanYeol’s mind almost slipped off of the music she was playing, fingers almost stilled on the grip of her guitar when she caught JongIn doing a sinful body roll while sending clearly bedroom eyes towards ChanYeol.
After that it became a necessity for ChanYeol to seek out the other in the crowd and watch her dance as she played the guitar on stage. She wasn’t blind, she saw how the other looked at her every time they met, felt how her lithe body tensed when ChanYeol hugged her still high from the adrenaline of another successful gig. It was fun; rare that a girl completely her type paid attention to ChanYeol. It wasn’t that ChanYeol didn’t look good. She was pretty hot herself if she had anything to say, but she didn’t want someone to pamper on. She liked being handled a bit rough and mostly the girls attracted to her were petite and overly submissive, thinking that with her height she automatically likes running the show.
JongIn though, with a push at the right time would definitely take control. Make ChanYeol lose her mind with want. It was clear that JongIn was still pretty inexperienced with others so ChanYeol would just have to push her buttons correctly to get what she wanted and a plan had formed in her head when BaekHyun complained about how annoying it was to look at the younger girl when her breasts just wouldn’t stop growing.
BaekHyun somehow managed to get JongIn to think she herself had asked for recommendations for a lingerie store and for once ChanYeol didn’t mind the stupid uniform her boss, HeeChul, made her wear. It was perfect to push JongIn over the edge.
And hadn’t she been right.
“Are you hungry?” She asks as she locks the door, checking just to be sure that’s it’s locked before turning to look at JongIn. Her own stomach growling in hunger, there’s a slight nod and that’s all she needs. She tugs JongIn along down to a small chicken restaurant by the arm. “Unnie will treat you.” JongIn’s eyes went wide when she caught sight of the restaurant and turns to ChanYeol with the biggest smile ChanYeol has yet to see on her. So she likes chicken, she think to herself.
As soon as they enter a small sigh of content escapes JongIn’s lips, just by the scent she was in heaven it seemed. It’s a small cozy place that ChanYeol has visited a lot on her way home from work and the cashier smiles in recognition when he sees her.
ChanYeol soon discovers that it’s dangerous eating fried chicken with JongIn, with all those small sighs and moans at the back of her throat every time she takes a bite has ChanYeol soaking her otherwise clean underwear. The too large top the younger was wearing had a neck cut so that every time she leaned in to grab a new piece from the bucket she gives ChanYeol a clear view of her breasts. She had apparently decided to chuck the bra so the small dark brown perky nipples are teasing ChanYeol and she can’t really shake of the feeling of wanting to devour the younger. She is so unaware of her appeal (BaekHyun had told more than once about how she often had to do the job of a mother with all the glaring at old men that had been leering at JongIn to get them to back off, she had to do.) and ChanYeol definitely would have to get her to at least kind of think about it, she might be easy going but she’s pretty possessive as well.
The hug she receives after the meal is bone crushing, JongIn pressing herself too close to ChanYeol to thank her for the food, her lips grazing ChanYeol’s neck as she mutters the words and wow, they need to get home right now before ChanYeol loses herself and just takes JongIn right there, splays her over the table in front of all the families and licks her clean.
JongIn barely has the time to get her shoes off before ChanYeol is on her, hands tugging her shirt over her head, mouth sucking on the wide expanse of her throat. JongIn’s hands clutches to her back, shirt bunching up where she’s holding. When ChanYeol’s mouth begins to nip at her breasts JongIn can’t take it and hoists her up and walks them into the small apartment. ChanYeol mumbles directions to her bedroom against the softness of her breasts, licking along the expanse of plumpness. ChanYeol thinks that she wouldn’t mind suckling on all day if JongIn would let her. Such a perfect size, they’re heavy and full, too big for ChanYeol to be able to enclose her hand all around them, they’re perfect and never more shall JongIn complain about them she decides sucking a bruise onto the right one. (They’re hers and no one is talking shit about her things.)
She’s thrown on the bed, JongIn coming down to straddle her, lips immediately finding hers. She likes kissing JongIn’s plush lips, she likes how they feel with she nibbles at them and licks them, especially the sounds JongIn makes when she does it is something that she likes. Careful hands slides under her shirt, teasing touches all the way up till they skim over her bra. Frustrated JongIn tugs it down so she can roll the small nubs between her fingers. It’s amazing to feel, it’s been so long since someone other than herself had touched her like this and JongIn’s fingertips are soft yet they’re handling her so rough. Pulling and pinching her so she arches.
It becomes too much when JongIn attaches her mouth the dip between her collarbones and sucks hard, it’s dizzying and ChanYeol wants her clothes off now. With a small push to JongIn’s shoulder she manages to get JongIn to pull away. “Clothes off.” She pants. “Need you naked.” And then JongIn is scrambling off the bed to pull her sweatpants down, reaching for her underwear next but ChanYeol stops her.
“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers into the soft skin on JongIn’s stomach. JongIn is wearing black lace, barely there underwear enticing the thickness of her thighs and her ass. ChanYeol’s hands skates over the skin and grabs onto JongIn’s ass, massaging it, feeling how well filled out the younger is. She’s almost envious. With her stick like form she wished she had bigger curves. She can smell JongIn’s arousal from where she is mouthing at the younger’s stomach and it makes her mouth salivate. She kisses down the soft skin, letting her lips linger a bit just before she reaches the waistband of JongIn’s panties. Then she moves down over the lace, delighted with how she can feel JongIn shiver in the sensitivity of the touch. Her teeth grab onto the elastic and pull it down, her nose grazing the fine line of hair.
Impatiently her hands pull them down so they pool at JongIn’s feet. She sucks a bruise on the younger’s pussy, her hands pulling her closer. “Fuck.” JongIn mutters and then ChanYeol is splayed on her back, JongIn tugging her jeans and underwear off. She shifts up so she’s fully on the bed, let’s JongIn spread her legs with an intense stare fixed on her cunt. “Goddamn, you’re so hot.” The younger whispers her fingers reaching out to touch again. ChanYeol whimpers when the soft tips come to contact with her swollen clit applying light pressure that keeps building until she’s full out rubbing ChanYeol. ChanYeol wrings, she’s still slightly sensitive from her earlier orgasm and JongIn is rubbing her so good.
She can feel it, feels the curl of warmth in her stomach, her toes curling and she barely has the time to push JongIn away before she comes again. There’s an almost disappointed look on JongIn’s face when she looks at her again. It is almost ridiculously cute the way she wants to make ChanYeol feel good and not caring about herself.
“I want to taste you.” ChanYeol beckons her closer until she’s straddling her face. JongIn’s knees on each side of her head, her thigh muscles straining, showing off how well build they were and despite almost desperately wanting to lick through the surprisingly completely waxed (she had thought JongIn wouldn’t care much about that, she didn’t really herself.) slicked lips above her, ChanYeol takes her time kissing up the sensitive skin, feels JongIn shiver from strain against her lips. She bites down in the small dent near where legs meet pelvis and delightedly watches the skin bloom red.
JongIn’s hips buck down when her tongue licks up against the slit, legs almost completely giving out so she’s sitting on ChanYeol’s face. She tastes so sweet on ChanYeol’s tongue and she delves it further in, spreads the lips and curls it around the bright red clit, suckles on it like she would with a candy. Her nose is pressing against the slight stripe of hair JongIn has let be and she looks up at JongIn. The younger has her head thrown back a hand grabbing tightly on to her breast as she moans unrestrainedly. Even from the odd angle she was beautiful. All smooth tan skin and curves that bounced just right when she couldn’t stop herself from grinding down. ChanYeol felt so lucky that she was the one to see this and not some random guy or girl.
She let her own hand travel up the tight pulled muscles of JongIn’s abdomen, skims across slightly defined abs up to cup one of her breast, kneading it as she licks along the soft folds and her tongue plunges into that tight heat.
She has to pull away when she feels fingers pressing into her, her head twitching to the side from the pleasure mouth opening to moan. JongIn is so good with her fingers, pressing in just right as her thump glides over her clit and teases it and before ChanYeol has a chance to do anything she comes embarrassingly fast. Determined to make JongIn climax now that she had helped ChanYeol twice already she pushed JongIn off of her and spreads her out on her bed.
She’s so wet that ChanYeol can press three fingers in, let’s JongIn fuck herself down onto them as her mouth finds the younger’s clit again. She purposely doesn’t crook them and the whines from JongIn, shows her dissatisfaction as that fact. “Fuck, ChanYeol. Unnie. Please.” She begs and ChanYeol finally crooks her fingers easily finding that spot that makes JongIn arch her back, hips rolling to get more friction. “Nng, yes. Unnie, unnie more.”
JongIn comes when ChanYeol rubs hard against the small patch made of sensitivity and sucks down violently on the small nub, squirting all over ChanYeol’s fingers and chin. With a satisfied smile ChanYeol sits up on her knees, wipes her mouth before leaning over JongIn’s heaving body, her chest expanding and contradicting, and she kisses her. Her tongue curling around JongIn’s lazily and slobby. Both of them are tired, and JongIn’s eyelids are already getting heavy.
“If you blow me off after this I’m going to kill you.” The younger whispers into the crook of ChanYeol’s neck, her arms circling around the ChanYeol’s waist and pull her closer. She snuggles in and ChanYeol can’t help but laugh at the wording. A frown appears between JongIn’s eyebrow and she squeezes around ChanYeol’s waist but her eyes stays shut. “I mean it. You’re mine now.”
ChanYeol can live with that she supposes.
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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.
The younger is so cute. ChanYeol couldn’t help but want to tease her. Standing there in the middle of the room flushed from her chest and up staring at ChanYeol with big eyes full of wonder. Her fingers are still sticky with ChanYeol’s juices in a split second ChanYeol decides to grab her wrist and pulls it up to her mouth and sucks the two fingers in, her tongue twirling around the digits, licking them clean. JongIn’s mouth falls open, her eyes locked on where her fingers are disappearing into ChanYeol’s mouth.
ChanYeol slides off the two fingers, leans in and with a squeeze to JongIn’s perfect big breasts, she whispers in the other’s ear, “I’m going to eat you out so good.” The moan that leave the younger’s lips makes her feel the curl of arousal again and she can’t wait to get home to feel more of the wonders of that lithe strong body. “My pretty JongIn.” With a chaste kiss she pulls up her top and walks out of the dressing room to go and count the cashier (and grab her change of clothes).
At first ChanYeol hadn’t really noticed her, she knew she was BaekHyun’s neighbor and that she was still in high school, though barely anymore. She seemed nice the few times she had met her, always ready with a shy smile and a small hi. No, ChanYeol first really noticed her when she came to one of their gigs, she was right up front alongside some of her friends, dancing and singing along. ChanYeol’s mind almost slipped off of the music she was playing, fingers almost stilled on the grip of her guitar when she caught JongIn doing a sinful body roll while sending clearly bedroom eyes towards ChanYeol.
After that it became a necessity for ChanYeol to seek out the other in the crowd and watch her dance as she played the guitar on stage. She wasn’t blind, she saw how the other looked at her every time they met, felt how her lithe body tensed when ChanYeol hugged her still high from the adrenaline of another successful gig. It was fun; rare that a girl completely her type paid attention to ChanYeol. It wasn’t that ChanYeol didn’t look good. She was pretty hot herself if she had anything to say, but she didn’t want someone to pamper on. She liked being handled a bit rough and mostly the girls attracted to her were petite and overly submissive, thinking that with her height she automatically likes running the show.
JongIn though, with a push at the right time would definitely take control. Make ChanYeol lose her mind with want. It was clear that JongIn was still pretty inexperienced with others so ChanYeol would just have to push her buttons correctly to get what she wanted and a plan had formed in her head when BaekHyun complained about how annoying it was to look at the younger girl when her breasts just wouldn’t stop growing.
BaekHyun somehow managed to get JongIn to think she herself had asked for recommendations for a lingerie store and for once ChanYeol didn’t mind the stupid uniform her boss, HeeChul, made her wear. It was perfect to push JongIn over the edge.
And hadn’t she been right.
“Are you hungry?” She asks as she locks the door, checking just to be sure that’s it’s locked before turning to look at JongIn. Her own stomach growling in hunger, there’s a slight nod and that’s all she needs. She tugs JongIn along down to a small chicken restaurant by the arm. “Unnie will treat you.” JongIn’s eyes went wide when she caught sight of the restaurant and turns to ChanYeol with the biggest smile ChanYeol has yet to see on her. So she likes chicken, she think to herself.
As soon as they enter a small sigh of content escapes JongIn’s lips, just by the scent she was in heaven it seemed. It’s a small cozy place that ChanYeol has visited a lot on her way home from work and the cashier smiles in recognition when he sees her.
ChanYeol soon discovers that it’s dangerous eating fried chicken with JongIn, with all those small sighs and moans at the back of her throat every time she takes a bite has ChanYeol soaking her otherwise clean underwear. The too large top the younger was wearing had a neck cut so that every time she leaned in to grab a new piece from the bucket she gives ChanYeol a clear view of her breasts. She had apparently decided to chuck the bra so the small dark brown perky nipples are teasing ChanYeol and she can’t really shake of the feeling of wanting to devour the younger. She is so unaware of her appeal (BaekHyun had told more than once about how she often had to do the job of a mother with all the glaring at old men that had been leering at JongIn to get them to back off, she had to do.) and ChanYeol definitely would have to get her to at least kind of think about it, she might be easy going but she’s pretty possessive as well.
The hug she receives after the meal is bone crushing, JongIn pressing herself too close to ChanYeol to thank her for the food, her lips grazing ChanYeol’s neck as she mutters the words and wow, they need to get home right now before ChanYeol loses herself and just takes JongIn right there, splays her over the table in front of all the families and licks her clean.
JongIn barely has the time to get her shoes off before ChanYeol is on her, hands tugging her shirt over her head, mouth sucking on the wide expanse of her throat. JongIn’s hands clutches to her back, shirt bunching up where she’s holding. When ChanYeol’s mouth begins to nip at her breasts JongIn can’t take it and hoists her up and walks them into the small apartment. ChanYeol mumbles directions to her bedroom against the softness of her breasts, licking along the expanse of plumpness. ChanYeol thinks that she wouldn’t mind suckling on all day if JongIn would let her. Such a perfect size, they’re heavy and full, too big for ChanYeol to be able to enclose her hand all around them, they’re perfect and never more shall JongIn complain about them she decides sucking a bruise onto the right one. (They’re hers and no one is talking shit about her things.)
She’s thrown on the bed, JongIn coming down to straddle her, lips immediately finding hers. She likes kissing JongIn’s plush lips, she likes how they feel with she nibbles at them and licks them, especially the sounds JongIn makes when she does it is something that she likes. Careful hands slides under her shirt, teasing touches all the way up till they skim over her bra. Frustrated JongIn tugs it down so she can roll the small nubs between her fingers. It’s amazing to feel, it’s been so long since someone other than herself had touched her like this and JongIn’s fingertips are soft yet they’re handling her so rough. Pulling and pinching her so she arches.
It becomes too much when JongIn attaches her mouth the dip between her collarbones and sucks hard, it’s dizzying and ChanYeol wants her clothes off now. With a small push to JongIn’s shoulder she manages to get JongIn to pull away. “Clothes off.” She pants. “Need you naked.” And then JongIn is scrambling off the bed to pull her sweatpants down, reaching for her underwear next but ChanYeol stops her.
“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers into the soft skin on JongIn’s stomach. JongIn is wearing black lace, barely there underwear enticing the thickness of her thighs and her ass. ChanYeol’s hands skates over the skin and grabs onto JongIn’s ass, massaging it, feeling how well filled out the younger is. She’s almost envious. With her stick like form she wished she had bigger curves. She can smell JongIn’s arousal from where she is mouthing at the younger’s stomach and it makes her mouth salivate. She kisses down the soft skin, letting her lips linger a bit just before she reaches the waistband of JongIn’s panties. Then she moves down over the lace, delighted with how she can feel JongIn shiver in the sensitivity of the touch. Her teeth grab onto the elastic and pull it down, her nose grazing the fine line of hair.
Impatiently her hands pull them down so they pool at JongIn’s feet. She sucks a bruise on the younger’s pussy, her hands pulling her closer. “Fuck.” JongIn mutters and then ChanYeol is splayed on her back, JongIn tugging her jeans and underwear off. She shifts up so she’s fully on the bed, let’s JongIn spread her legs with an intense stare fixed on her cunt. “Goddamn, you’re so hot.” The younger whispers her fingers reaching out to touch again. ChanYeol whimpers when the soft tips come to contact with her swollen clit applying light pressure that keeps building until she’s full out rubbing ChanYeol. ChanYeol wrings, she’s still slightly sensitive from her earlier orgasm and JongIn is rubbing her so good.
She can feel it, feels the curl of warmth in her stomach, her toes curling and she barely has the time to push JongIn away before she comes again. There’s an almost disappointed look on JongIn’s face when she looks at her again. It is almost ridiculously cute the way she wants to make ChanYeol feel good and not caring about herself.
“I want to taste you.” ChanYeol beckons her closer until she’s straddling her face. JongIn’s knees on each side of her head, her thigh muscles straining, showing off how well build they were and despite almost desperately wanting to lick through the surprisingly completely waxed (she had thought JongIn wouldn’t care much about that, she didn’t really herself.) slicked lips above her, ChanYeol takes her time kissing up the sensitive skin, feels JongIn shiver from strain against her lips. She bites down in the small dent near where legs meet pelvis and delightedly watches the skin bloom red.
JongIn’s hips buck down when her tongue licks up against the slit, legs almost completely giving out so she’s sitting on ChanYeol’s face. She tastes so sweet on ChanYeol’s tongue and she delves it further in, spreads the lips and curls it around the bright red clit, suckles on it like she would with a candy. Her nose is pressing against the slight stripe of hair JongIn has let be and she looks up at JongIn. The younger has her head thrown back a hand grabbing tightly on to her breast as she moans unrestrainedly. Even from the odd angle she was beautiful. All smooth tan skin and curves that bounced just right when she couldn’t stop herself from grinding down. ChanYeol felt so lucky that she was the one to see this and not some random guy or girl.
She let her own hand travel up the tight pulled muscles of JongIn’s abdomen, skims across slightly defined abs up to cup one of her breast, kneading it as she licks along the soft folds and her tongue plunges into that tight heat.
She has to pull away when she feels fingers pressing into her, her head twitching to the side from the pleasure mouth opening to moan. JongIn is so good with her fingers, pressing in just right as her thump glides over her clit and teases it and before ChanYeol has a chance to do anything she comes embarrassingly fast. Determined to make JongIn climax now that she had helped ChanYeol twice already she pushed JongIn off of her and spreads her out on her bed.
She’s so wet that ChanYeol can press three fingers in, let’s JongIn fuck herself down onto them as her mouth finds the younger’s clit again. She purposely doesn’t crook them and the whines from JongIn, shows her dissatisfaction as that fact. “Fuck, ChanYeol. Unnie. Please.” She begs and ChanYeol finally crooks her fingers easily finding that spot that makes JongIn arch her back, hips rolling to get more friction. “Nng, yes. Unnie, unnie more.”
JongIn comes when ChanYeol rubs hard against the small patch made of sensitivity and sucks down violently on the small nub, squirting all over ChanYeol’s fingers and chin. With a satisfied smile ChanYeol sits up on her knees, wipes her mouth before leaning over JongIn’s heaving body, her chest expanding and contradicting, and she kisses her. Her tongue curling around JongIn’s lazily and slobby. Both of them are tired, and JongIn’s eyelids are already getting heavy.
“If you blow me off after this I’m going to kill you.” The younger whispers into the crook of ChanYeol’s neck, her arms circling around the ChanYeol’s waist and pull her closer. She snuggles in and ChanYeol can’t help but laugh at the wording. A frown appears between JongIn’s eyebrow and she squeezes around ChanYeol’s waist but her eyes stays shut. “I mean it. You’re mine now.”
ChanYeol can live with that she supposes.
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