[Fic] Fair Play
Title: Fair Play
Pairing: Chanyeol/Luhan
Rating: Nc17
Length: 4400w
Author's Note: originally written for exok_ink
Warning: female luhan, breathplay
Summary: Payback is sweet. And in this case, payback is also a strap-on dick up Chanyeol's ass.
Luhan’s thighs are quivering, her head tilted back and knuckles white from gripping tight to the top of the headboard as she tries to keep herself together. She can’t help the rocking of her hips or the gasps of pleasure that spill through parted lips when Chanyeol’s tongue pushes inside her, his nails biting into skin where he’s holding her thighs open wide. Her long blonde hair hangs between her shoulder blades, tickling against her spine when her body jolts forward a little as she tries to keep her weight on her knees and not on the headboard.
Each and every one of Chanyeol’s moans sends a pleasant vibration straight through her core, adding to the heat and pressure already mounting between her legs. Chanyeol always eats her out like he has a purpose, like the only thing in this world that will keep him going is the taste of her sliding hot and thick over his tongue and down his throat. And Luhan has to admit that she enjoys her position of power, sitting on his face until his nose pokes dangerously close to her clit and his tongue laps through her folds to catch everything.
He shifts and Luhan releases her hold on the headboard just enough to bury one hand in his hair, tugging from the roots. His tongue circles her clit, flicking over the bud as the pressure winds tight around her entire body. Luhan guides his head, doesn't let him go any faster or slower. She's lost in it, eyes squeezed shut and hips rutting against his mouth in tight circles as he sucks her clit between his lips.
Luhan moans his name, praising him for being so good even if it will only bolster his already bloated ego. She's close, she's so so close. "Chanyeol, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, doooon't -"
Chanyeol lets go of one of her thighs, her weight settling a little more on his face. Luhan moans loud, jaw going slack and sensible words dying in her throat. The palm of his hand lands soundly on Luhan's left ass cheek and it sets off a chain reaction. Her body goes rigid, muscles tense and thighs locking around his face when she finally comes. It takes her whole, leaving no part of her unaffected as she shakes apart.
Luhan slumps forward, holding herself up the best she can as Chanyeol keeps going. His tongue fucks into her again and Luhan twitches, sensitive and sweating and her thighs slick with her own juices. Chanyeol seems intent on lapping it all up, tongue laving over her skin and back up to her clit where he pushes down, his rumbling laughter proof that he knows what he's doing because he can feel the way her thighs are tensing under his hands.
He starts humming and Luhan cries out softly, knees nearly buckling and she aims a glare down at Chanyeol that he meets with mirthful eyes.
"Fuck you," she snaps, but it comes out a lot less venomous than she wants because he's still eating her out and god damn why is he so fucking perfect at this.
Chanyeol stops suddenly and Luhan isn't prepared for the loss of support beneath her. Cold air floods over her body and Luhan whimpers right before she feels fingers circling her ankles and jerking her back.
"I really fucking hate you," Luhan groans when she ends up with her face in a pillow and her ass in the air. Chanyeol has palms caressing over her cheeks, holding her open. Her hands twist in damp sheets and Luhan's next insult dies when the tip of Chanyeol's cock slides inside her pussy without hindrance. She's burning up, hair stuck to her face with sweat and every breath stinging a trail down her throat.
Luhan pushes back, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her, but he holds her by the hips, keeping her still as he languidly rocks just enough to keep her held open with the crown of his cock. "Payback’s going to be a bitch," Luhan vows, frustration racing through her as she fights Chanyeol's grip.
His weight falls over her back and her spine bends down to accommodate as his cock finally sheaths inside her completely. "I look forward to it," he whispers in her ear.
Chanyeol fucks Luhan with a hand on the back of her neck to keep her head down and ass high in the air. Her breasts sway with every thrust, nipples brushing over the sheets and all it does is add to the building pressure, the unbearable heat that clings to her skin.
Luhan takes everything he gives her willingly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she loves it when he's rough, when she can push down on hidden bruises for days after. Her moans are muffled in the pillow, her sweat slick skin forcing her legs to spread apart further until she's sure she's about to break in half. When Chanyeol reaches between her legs, fingers finding her clit, Luhan jerks, breath trapped in her lungs.
The tip of her nose is tingling, fingers twisting almost painfully in the sheets as she uses the leverage to push back onto his cock. Chanyeol moans, hot air rushing over the side of Luhan's face just before he leaves kisses across her shoulder. It's a sweet, intimate gesture that doesn't fit with the way he's fucking her open without mercy, rubbing over her clit hard enough to have her thighs twitching.
"Are you going to come again for me?" Chanyeol asks, his lips brushing the shell of Luhan's ear.
Luhan has this urge to hit him, but letting go would send them both collapsing to the mattress and she's so close to her climax that she's not about to stop now. But Chanyeol doesn't appreciate her silence and he abruptly stills. Luhan lets out a strangled cry at the loss of her almost orgasm, unable to even move because Chanyeol’s weight has her pinned.
Pride keeps her mouth shut and Luhan clenches around him purposely only to feel his cock flexing inside her. Little tendrils of pleasure skitter through her body and Luhan can’t help moaning when Chanyeol starts rocking gently. His palm slaps against her right ass cheek, the harsh sting catching her off guard. Chanyeol rubs his hand over the area, fingers digging into heated skin enough to have Luhan on that verge of wanting to beg.
“I asked,” Chanyeol begins as he continues to thrust slowly in and out of her, “are you going to come again for me.”
Luhan sinks teeth into her lower lip, determined still to not give him the satisfaction of an answer. The next three slaps against her ass have Luhan crying out, her oversensitive skin stinging even as Chanyeol’s fingers knead soothingly over it. Chanyeol surges forward and Luhan’s voice cracks on a loud moan, his cock as deep inside her as it can be.
“All I want is an answer,” Chanyeol coos sweetly, his voice dripping with honey and Luhan sobs. When his hips push forward, it steals her breath, unable to jerk away even as the feeling of having him so fully inside her is bordering on euphoric. “Good girls answer when they’re asked a question.”
Luhan lets out a short, breathy laugh. “You don’t like good girls,” she huffs.
Chanyeol hums, his hips grinding in circles so she feels every single inch of his cock as it drags along her slick walls. “Sometimes I do.”
“Then why don’t you find one to fuck,” she snaps back, irritation edging in on her arousal. Chanyeol laughs, his voice raspy and deep.
“Why would I when I already have you spread out and open for me?” Chanyeol bends until his mouth is against her ear. “So willing to take my cock whenever I want.”
Luhan burns with a combination of anger and arousal, whimpering when he slips fingers between her legs to tease along her folds and around where his cock is sheathed inside her. One presses in alongside his cock and Luhan grinds back, her mouth open in a silent moan. She isn’t expecting him to move, crying out when he starts fucking into her so hard she swears her bones are rattling.
The sudden stop has her sobbing, tears of frustration gathering on her eyelashes as she furiously tries to blink them back. “Chanyeol,” she whines, trying to urge him into finishing what he started.
“You have to say the magic words.”
Luhan’s nails bite into her palms and she finally relents. “I want you to make me come,” she begs. “Please, Chanyeol, fuck me.”
Her body screams when a hand closes in around her throat and pulls her up, her weight on her knees and Chanyeol’s chest pressed to her back. He squeezes, the tips of his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her neck enough to just barely cut off her desperately needed air supply. She lets out a noise of encouragement and the grip tightens. Luhan gasps before she can’t breathe at all.
Chanyeol rests his other hand on her stomach and snaps up, his cock curving inside her before pulling out and fucking back in quicker, harder. She can’t breathe, her body a puppet to the way he plays her, the way Chanyeol takes everything she’s ever wanted and uses it all to bring her the highest of pleasures.
Luhan’s vision dots and Chanyeol releases his hold. The first sharp inhale fills her lungs and Luhan’s head tips back to rest on his shoulder as her entire body goes rigid, unable to exhale as her climax tears through every part of her. Even her fingers and toes are tingling and the blood rushing in her ears sounds like someone is beating a drum inside her head.
When she finally comes down, sagging against Chanyeol because her entire body feels like jelly, she lets out a quiet noise when his cock slips out of her, a stream of his come following and trickling down her thigh. His fingers pet through her hair and she sighs, buzzing with contentment. If this wasn’t a weekday and they didn’t have work in the morning, she’d insist on a hot bath where she could get away with riding him nice and slow and then fall asleep still pruney and in his arms. But it’s not and she has to concede when he carries her in for a shower instead.
The mattress dips under Luhan’s knees as she climbs on it, only to drop her weight on Chanyeol’s back to wake him up. He groans, shifting so he can rub his face in his pillow. “Whatisit?” he slurs, refusing to open his eyes. His hair is a mess and Luhan can see a day’s worth of stubble mounting an attack on his chin as she gets comfortable.
Luhan wiggles, her bare breasts squished flat against the broad expanse of Chanyeol’s back. She likes the way it feels. “I have something for you tonight,” she teases, her hands trailing up his sides. Chanyeol squirms, nearly sending Luhan off the side of the bed when he rolls onto his back, but he manages to rescue her with arms around her waist, holding her to his chest.
“The last time you got me something, I spent the next few days avoiding your father so I wouldn’t have to explain the bruises around my wrists.”
Luhan snickers, her voice muffled in Chanyeol’s chest. It’s always amusing to see him ducking behind dividers and trying to weave through cubicles to avoid her father when they’re at work. Luhan’s father just so happens to be Chanyeol’s boss and watching her boyfriend partake in office parkour is always a delight.
It’s also fun to play in the office, making sure to wear skirts that are just barely long enough to be considered appropriate - skirts that are easily slid upward to bunch around her waist so she can slide onto Chanyeol’s lap during lunch for a quick fuck to get her through the day. Chanyeol always looks jaw-droppingly gorgeous in suits, crisp white shirts under black or charcoal with a solid color tie that Luhan likes to grip tight as she rocks on his cock, moans muffled in kisses and the balls of her feet bearing the brunt of her weight.
What began as a quick office fling grew into dates that evolved from four nights a week to Luhan saying she found a better apartment than Chanyeol’s two room flat and all he’d have to worry about is kicking in for half the rent because she’d be his roommate. That was over a year ago and Luhan, honestly, had thought the spark would have fizzled out by now, but Chanyeol keeps it alive and burning bright.
Even now with his morning breath and crazy hair, she can’t get enough of him.
“I promise you’ll like it,” she sing-songs, tip-toeing two fingers up Chanyeol’s chest and to his mouth.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Chanyeol comments fondly. Luhan smiles at the familiar words and nuzzles under his chin, leaving a few kisses along his jaw.
“But it’ll be a good death.” Luhan pulls away, pausing only long enough to slap Chanyeol’s thigh. “Now get up, lazy ass. You still need to shower.”
Variety is the spice of life. Or at least that’s the excuse Luhan uses - batting her eyelashes and swaying her hips teasingly as she pulls the strap-on she bought the other day out from under their bed with a devious smile. Chanyeol eyes the toy like it’s his competition which is completely ridiculous considering that Luhan tells him how much she loves his cock at least half a dozen times a day.
“Who is that going in?” he asks, lifting onto his elbows, looking quite the mess already. His shirt is unbuttoned, his tie is hanging halfway undone around his neck and the fly on his slacks is wide open. Luhan admires the craziness of his hair from where her fingers had run through it and the pink on his cheeks that matches his slick, slightly swollen lips.
“Your ass,” she replies as if it was the most obvious answer.
Chanyeol quirks an eyebrow at her. “I hope you bought lube.”
Luhan pads over to her dresser, rummaging around the top drawer to find the new, unopened bottle hiding under a stack of lacy panties. She dangles it between two fingers and the nervous edge in Chanyeol's features melts away before he flops back on the mattress, arms and legs spread lazily. “Ravish me.”
Luhan resists the urge to hit him, settling for pinching him on the side when she climbs on the bed. Chanyeol draws her in with his hands on her waist, meeting her halfway with a smirk just before she kisses it off his mouth. He drags her lower lip into his mouth, teeth scraping over sensitive skin and Luhan hisses, retaliating with a slap against the side of his thigh. "Strip," she commands.
Chanyeol complies eagerly, his shirt and tie coming off over his head after he shimmies out of his pants and briefs. Luhan isn't surprised to see him half hard already and that just turns her on more. Knowing Chanyeol is into this as much as she is has Luhan dripping with anticipation.
"All fours," she instructs.
Chanyeol will be the first to admit that he doesn't have much of an ass, but Luhan enjoys the slight swell of his cheeks, smoothing her palms over them as soon as Chanyeol is settled. He twists his head to watch her, dropping from his hands to his elbows when Luhan grazes down his crack and to his balls with one finger. He’s so pretty, skin unblemished and just waiting for her to have her fill.
“Is that strawberry?” Chanyeol asks, amusement laced in his words as he gets a whiff of the newly opened lube.
She shifts forward a bit more, pushing his legs apart further with her knees. Her hair falls over his back and his spine bends down just a little. Luhan presses a soft kiss to his tailbone when she circles his rim with the tip of her slick finger, smiling when she hears Chanyeol’s gasp. It slides in easy and a shudder ripples through Chanyeol, his face now hidden in his arms. Still, Luhan can see the tips of his ears turning vibrant red and she can imagine how that same color floods into his cheeks and down his neck.
Luhan doesn’t do more than tease - a fitting punishment for how ruthless Chanyeol has been in bed of late - until Chanyeol pushes his hips back enough for her finger to slip in up to the second knuckle. He goes rigid and she reaches between his legs with her other hand to knead softly at his balls until he relaxes with a slow, uneven breath.
“Good boy,” she croons, mostly because she likes seeing the barely repressed shudder shake through his shoulders. He’s always been sensitive and Luhan usually uses it to her advantage, putting pressure on his rim during a blowjob if she wants him to come fast, but right now she wants to drag it out. Her own arousal flows hot through her veins, pulsing between her legs as the flimsy fabric of her panties soaks it all up.
Luhan is slow when she pulls her finger out and pushes back in with two, careful to make sure Chanyeol stays relaxed and open for her. Her other hand moves from his balls to his cock to stroke in a loose fist as she spreads her fingers apart. Chanyeol lets out a soft whine at the end of a sigh and Luhan is starting to get light-headed at how much he’s enjoying it.
“Chanyeol,” she whispers, leaning over him higher so she can kiss up the knobs of his spine and to his neck. He answers with a low hum, his hips starting to rock back on where she’s sliding two slick fingers in and out of him just a little quicker. “You love this, don’t you?” She ends her question with a crook of her fingers and Chanyeol moans, his legs spreading further. “Fuck, baby,” she groans at his response. “Maybe next time I’ll get you a nice plug for your ass.” Luhan sits back on her heels only long enough to dribble more lube down the cleft of Chanyeol’s ass. “A vibrating one,” she pants, sparing a moment to slip her other hand into her panties to ease some of the pressure. “Would you like that?”
Luhan pushes two fingers into herself with a shaky moan and pumps through her own wetness. Chanyeol looks over his shoulder at her, his face red and lips bitten to match. There’s sweat beading over his eyebrows and Luhan wants so much. “I want you to fuck me with a vibrating plug in your ass.”
And then she’s pushing three lubed digits into Chanyeol’s ass, her eyes trained on the way his mouth goes slack and his forehead wrinkles as he rocks back on them greedily. “God damn Chanyeol,” she breathes, working herself at the same pace as she stretches him.
“Fuck me already,” Chanyeol demands in a gravelly voice and Luhan forgets that this was supposed to be a punishment in her haste to strip down. Her panties are a mess and her own wetness smears over her skin as she takes off the rest, sparing only a moment to wipe both her hands off on the blanket before grabbing the strap-on.
She’d practiced putting it on right after she bought it, the harness relatively simple and already adjusted to fit around her waist and thighs, but she fumbles with the clasps anyway. Her fingers are still slippery and she’s distracted with the way the ribbed texture on the inside of the attached leather panties shifts over her clit. Luhan curses softly, nearly ripping the whole thing off with a whine when another set of hands takes over. She looks up and almost laughs at the absurdly concentrated look on Chanyeol’s face as he gets it clipped.
And then he kisses her, one hand cupping her face and the other in her hair, tilting Luhan’s head just the way he wants as he licks through her lips. Her heart swells and she chases his mouth when he pulls away and he fists his fingers in her hair to keep her still. “Now fuck me.”
Chanyeol lays on his back, legs spread wide and cock leaking against his stomach. He’s fucking beautiful.
Luhan lubes up the silicone toy liberally as Chanyeol watches, bottom lip stuck in his teeth. She shifts forward and Chanyeol lifts his hips off the bed with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. He earns himself a smack on the inside of his thigh with the dildo and it leaves a nice, long line of lube behind. She smears her hand through it to wipe it back on the strap-on even as Chanyeol scrunches his nose at the stickiness left behind.
The playfulness disappears when she pushes the tip of the toy against him, rubbing the head around his rim and putting just enough pressure behind it for it to almost push through. Chanyeol looks positively wrecked, his fingers twisted in the sheets when Luhan slowly guides the flared tip into him. His knuckles go white, his head pressed back into the pillow when the rest slides in after and Luhan’s hips settle snug against his.
Luhan keeps a hand on the inside of his thigh, pushing it down to keep him still as the other slips between her own legs to adjust the bottom of the panties so the ribbed part lays just where she wants it.
And then Luhan moves, pulling a gasp out of Chanyeol’s mouth as the toy glides out of him almost entirely. She’s testing the waters, making sure the noises Chanyeol makes are of pleasure and she’s confident that he’s enjoying it when his palms lay flat on the headboard and he uses the leverage to push down until the dildo is buried to the hilt again.
“So fucking eager for it,” Luhan observes aloud as she leans forward, resting her weight on her hand and keeping the other on Chanyeol’s hip.
Luhan’s never done this before - only read about it online where it piqued her interest - so she tries to mimic the way Chanyeol moves when he fucks her. She thrusts in and out of him with sharp snaps enough to have him moaning with every exhale and then slows, rolling her hips languidly to keep the pleasure simmering as a low burn.
The pressure on her clit is more satisfying than she’d thought it would be and she feels the trickle of her arousal down the insides of her thighs with every push forward. She watches the way the flesh colored toy sinks into his ass, the rim stretched wide around the girth and how it almost seems to suck it in with ease. Oh what she wouldn’t give to have an actual dick for this, to feel the way he clenches down hot and tight around her.
Luhan falls onto her elbow, moaning loud when the harness pushes against her pussy in just the right way. She ruts into Chanyeol, listening to the deep, vibrating moans he lets out. His hand cups one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Luhan gasps, fucking into him harder and enjoying the way his thighs try to squeeze around her.
It’s so hot and sweat is trickling uncomfortably down the back of her neck, tendrils of her hair sticking to the sides of her face. Chanyeol doesn’t look much better, his eyes dark and breathing shallow as his hips jerk forward and back on the dildo. The way the pleasure plays across his features has Luhan speeding and her hand moving down to fist his cock.
Chanyeol’s back arches off the mattress, his chest pushing into hers when she pumps him hard and fast until he’s spilling white over her fingers. She fucks him through it, her fingers tight around his cock as he moans out her name over and over and over. Luhan swallows it down, mouth on his even when her hips stutter to a stop and her entire body is pulsing with the need to come.
Luhan’s head spins when Chanyeol pushes her up onto her knees, the toy slipping out of him with a lewd squelch. Together they work to get it off of her, letting it drop onto the bed without a care. Chanyeol captures her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth just as he dips two fingers inside her pussy and curls them. Luhan has to wrap her arms around his shoulders to keep from falling, thighs spreading wide.
Her moans are high, breathy and Luhan struggles to keep down a sob of pleasure when he fucks three fingers into her hard and fast. He knows exactly how to bring her over the edge and she shakes in his hold, slumping against his chest when the pulsing waves radiate from her core and through her entire body. Darkness dances around the edges of her vision when she blinks and Luhan sees Chanyeol smiling fondly at her through the haze. He keeps her close, nosing along her jaw and down her neck as she regains the ability to breathe. It takes a while for her head to clear, for the high to dull down into a satisfying lethargy that pulls at her limbs.
“I love you,” Chanyeol mouths against the shell of her ear and Luhan grins, turning her head to return the sentiment with a sweet kiss. She lets out a gasp when his fingers finally pull free from her and the sudden emptiness feels odd.
“Shower?” she inquires, pulling her hair off the back of her neck.
“Can you stay awake that long?” he teases.
Luhan smacks his arm. “Of course I can,” she insists, sounding confident even if she isn’t. Sleep actually sounds great - after a nice cold glass of water - but the sheets need changing, neither of them have had dinner and they’re both sweaty and gross.
“Alright, Princess,” Chanyeol concedes and Luhan shrieks when he tosses her over his shoulder to head into the bathroom.
“I’m getting a bigger dick to shove up your ass next time, you fucker.”
Pairing: Chanyeol/Luhan
Rating: Nc17
Length: 4400w
Author's Note: originally written for exok_ink
Warning: female luhan, breathplay
Summary: Payback is sweet. And in this case, payback is also a strap-on dick up Chanyeol's ass.
Luhan’s thighs are quivering, her head tilted back and knuckles white from gripping tight to the top of the headboard as she tries to keep herself together. She can’t help the rocking of her hips or the gasps of pleasure that spill through parted lips when Chanyeol’s tongue pushes inside her, his nails biting into skin where he’s holding her thighs open wide. Her long blonde hair hangs between her shoulder blades, tickling against her spine when her body jolts forward a little as she tries to keep her weight on her knees and not on the headboard.
Each and every one of Chanyeol’s moans sends a pleasant vibration straight through her core, adding to the heat and pressure already mounting between her legs. Chanyeol always eats her out like he has a purpose, like the only thing in this world that will keep him going is the taste of her sliding hot and thick over his tongue and down his throat. And Luhan has to admit that she enjoys her position of power, sitting on his face until his nose pokes dangerously close to her clit and his tongue laps through her folds to catch everything.
He shifts and Luhan releases her hold on the headboard just enough to bury one hand in his hair, tugging from the roots. His tongue circles her clit, flicking over the bud as the pressure winds tight around her entire body. Luhan guides his head, doesn't let him go any faster or slower. She's lost in it, eyes squeezed shut and hips rutting against his mouth in tight circles as he sucks her clit between his lips.
Luhan moans his name, praising him for being so good even if it will only bolster his already bloated ego. She's close, she's so so close. "Chanyeol, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, doooon't -"
Chanyeol lets go of one of her thighs, her weight settling a little more on his face. Luhan moans loud, jaw going slack and sensible words dying in her throat. The palm of his hand lands soundly on Luhan's left ass cheek and it sets off a chain reaction. Her body goes rigid, muscles tense and thighs locking around his face when she finally comes. It takes her whole, leaving no part of her unaffected as she shakes apart.
Luhan slumps forward, holding herself up the best she can as Chanyeol keeps going. His tongue fucks into her again and Luhan twitches, sensitive and sweating and her thighs slick with her own juices. Chanyeol seems intent on lapping it all up, tongue laving over her skin and back up to her clit where he pushes down, his rumbling laughter proof that he knows what he's doing because he can feel the way her thighs are tensing under his hands.
He starts humming and Luhan cries out softly, knees nearly buckling and she aims a glare down at Chanyeol that he meets with mirthful eyes.
"Fuck you," she snaps, but it comes out a lot less venomous than she wants because he's still eating her out and god damn why is he so fucking perfect at this.
Chanyeol stops suddenly and Luhan isn't prepared for the loss of support beneath her. Cold air floods over her body and Luhan whimpers right before she feels fingers circling her ankles and jerking her back.
"I really fucking hate you," Luhan groans when she ends up with her face in a pillow and her ass in the air. Chanyeol has palms caressing over her cheeks, holding her open. Her hands twist in damp sheets and Luhan's next insult dies when the tip of Chanyeol's cock slides inside her pussy without hindrance. She's burning up, hair stuck to her face with sweat and every breath stinging a trail down her throat.
Luhan pushes back, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her, but he holds her by the hips, keeping her still as he languidly rocks just enough to keep her held open with the crown of his cock. "Payback’s going to be a bitch," Luhan vows, frustration racing through her as she fights Chanyeol's grip.
His weight falls over her back and her spine bends down to accommodate as his cock finally sheaths inside her completely. "I look forward to it," he whispers in her ear.
Chanyeol fucks Luhan with a hand on the back of her neck to keep her head down and ass high in the air. Her breasts sway with every thrust, nipples brushing over the sheets and all it does is add to the building pressure, the unbearable heat that clings to her skin.
Luhan takes everything he gives her willingly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she loves it when he's rough, when she can push down on hidden bruises for days after. Her moans are muffled in the pillow, her sweat slick skin forcing her legs to spread apart further until she's sure she's about to break in half. When Chanyeol reaches between her legs, fingers finding her clit, Luhan jerks, breath trapped in her lungs.
The tip of her nose is tingling, fingers twisting almost painfully in the sheets as she uses the leverage to push back onto his cock. Chanyeol moans, hot air rushing over the side of Luhan's face just before he leaves kisses across her shoulder. It's a sweet, intimate gesture that doesn't fit with the way he's fucking her open without mercy, rubbing over her clit hard enough to have her thighs twitching.
"Are you going to come again for me?" Chanyeol asks, his lips brushing the shell of Luhan's ear.
Luhan has this urge to hit him, but letting go would send them both collapsing to the mattress and she's so close to her climax that she's not about to stop now. But Chanyeol doesn't appreciate her silence and he abruptly stills. Luhan lets out a strangled cry at the loss of her almost orgasm, unable to even move because Chanyeol’s weight has her pinned.
Pride keeps her mouth shut and Luhan clenches around him purposely only to feel his cock flexing inside her. Little tendrils of pleasure skitter through her body and Luhan can’t help moaning when Chanyeol starts rocking gently. His palm slaps against her right ass cheek, the harsh sting catching her off guard. Chanyeol rubs his hand over the area, fingers digging into heated skin enough to have Luhan on that verge of wanting to beg.
“I asked,” Chanyeol begins as he continues to thrust slowly in and out of her, “are you going to come again for me.”
Luhan sinks teeth into her lower lip, determined still to not give him the satisfaction of an answer. The next three slaps against her ass have Luhan crying out, her oversensitive skin stinging even as Chanyeol’s fingers knead soothingly over it. Chanyeol surges forward and Luhan’s voice cracks on a loud moan, his cock as deep inside her as it can be.
“All I want is an answer,” Chanyeol coos sweetly, his voice dripping with honey and Luhan sobs. When his hips push forward, it steals her breath, unable to jerk away even as the feeling of having him so fully inside her is bordering on euphoric. “Good girls answer when they’re asked a question.”
Luhan lets out a short, breathy laugh. “You don’t like good girls,” she huffs.
Chanyeol hums, his hips grinding in circles so she feels every single inch of his cock as it drags along her slick walls. “Sometimes I do.”
“Then why don’t you find one to fuck,” she snaps back, irritation edging in on her arousal. Chanyeol laughs, his voice raspy and deep.
“Why would I when I already have you spread out and open for me?” Chanyeol bends until his mouth is against her ear. “So willing to take my cock whenever I want.”
Luhan burns with a combination of anger and arousal, whimpering when he slips fingers between her legs to tease along her folds and around where his cock is sheathed inside her. One presses in alongside his cock and Luhan grinds back, her mouth open in a silent moan. She isn’t expecting him to move, crying out when he starts fucking into her so hard she swears her bones are rattling.
The sudden stop has her sobbing, tears of frustration gathering on her eyelashes as she furiously tries to blink them back. “Chanyeol,” she whines, trying to urge him into finishing what he started.
“You have to say the magic words.”
Luhan’s nails bite into her palms and she finally relents. “I want you to make me come,” she begs. “Please, Chanyeol, fuck me.”
Her body screams when a hand closes in around her throat and pulls her up, her weight on her knees and Chanyeol’s chest pressed to her back. He squeezes, the tips of his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her neck enough to just barely cut off her desperately needed air supply. She lets out a noise of encouragement and the grip tightens. Luhan gasps before she can’t breathe at all.
Chanyeol rests his other hand on her stomach and snaps up, his cock curving inside her before pulling out and fucking back in quicker, harder. She can’t breathe, her body a puppet to the way he plays her, the way Chanyeol takes everything she’s ever wanted and uses it all to bring her the highest of pleasures.
Luhan’s vision dots and Chanyeol releases his hold. The first sharp inhale fills her lungs and Luhan’s head tips back to rest on his shoulder as her entire body goes rigid, unable to exhale as her climax tears through every part of her. Even her fingers and toes are tingling and the blood rushing in her ears sounds like someone is beating a drum inside her head.
When she finally comes down, sagging against Chanyeol because her entire body feels like jelly, she lets out a quiet noise when his cock slips out of her, a stream of his come following and trickling down her thigh. His fingers pet through her hair and she sighs, buzzing with contentment. If this wasn’t a weekday and they didn’t have work in the morning, she’d insist on a hot bath where she could get away with riding him nice and slow and then fall asleep still pruney and in his arms. But it’s not and she has to concede when he carries her in for a shower instead.
The mattress dips under Luhan’s knees as she climbs on it, only to drop her weight on Chanyeol’s back to wake him up. He groans, shifting so he can rub his face in his pillow. “Whatisit?” he slurs, refusing to open his eyes. His hair is a mess and Luhan can see a day’s worth of stubble mounting an attack on his chin as she gets comfortable.
Luhan wiggles, her bare breasts squished flat against the broad expanse of Chanyeol’s back. She likes the way it feels. “I have something for you tonight,” she teases, her hands trailing up his sides. Chanyeol squirms, nearly sending Luhan off the side of the bed when he rolls onto his back, but he manages to rescue her with arms around her waist, holding her to his chest.
“The last time you got me something, I spent the next few days avoiding your father so I wouldn’t have to explain the bruises around my wrists.”
Luhan snickers, her voice muffled in Chanyeol’s chest. It’s always amusing to see him ducking behind dividers and trying to weave through cubicles to avoid her father when they’re at work. Luhan’s father just so happens to be Chanyeol’s boss and watching her boyfriend partake in office parkour is always a delight.
It’s also fun to play in the office, making sure to wear skirts that are just barely long enough to be considered appropriate - skirts that are easily slid upward to bunch around her waist so she can slide onto Chanyeol’s lap during lunch for a quick fuck to get her through the day. Chanyeol always looks jaw-droppingly gorgeous in suits, crisp white shirts under black or charcoal with a solid color tie that Luhan likes to grip tight as she rocks on his cock, moans muffled in kisses and the balls of her feet bearing the brunt of her weight.
What began as a quick office fling grew into dates that evolved from four nights a week to Luhan saying she found a better apartment than Chanyeol’s two room flat and all he’d have to worry about is kicking in for half the rent because she’d be his roommate. That was over a year ago and Luhan, honestly, had thought the spark would have fizzled out by now, but Chanyeol keeps it alive and burning bright.
Even now with his morning breath and crazy hair, she can’t get enough of him.
“I promise you’ll like it,” she sing-songs, tip-toeing two fingers up Chanyeol’s chest and to his mouth.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Chanyeol comments fondly. Luhan smiles at the familiar words and nuzzles under his chin, leaving a few kisses along his jaw.
“But it’ll be a good death.” Luhan pulls away, pausing only long enough to slap Chanyeol’s thigh. “Now get up, lazy ass. You still need to shower.”
Variety is the spice of life. Or at least that’s the excuse Luhan uses - batting her eyelashes and swaying her hips teasingly as she pulls the strap-on she bought the other day out from under their bed with a devious smile. Chanyeol eyes the toy like it’s his competition which is completely ridiculous considering that Luhan tells him how much she loves his cock at least half a dozen times a day.
“Who is that going in?” he asks, lifting onto his elbows, looking quite the mess already. His shirt is unbuttoned, his tie is hanging halfway undone around his neck and the fly on his slacks is wide open. Luhan admires the craziness of his hair from where her fingers had run through it and the pink on his cheeks that matches his slick, slightly swollen lips.
“Your ass,” she replies as if it was the most obvious answer.
Chanyeol quirks an eyebrow at her. “I hope you bought lube.”
Luhan pads over to her dresser, rummaging around the top drawer to find the new, unopened bottle hiding under a stack of lacy panties. She dangles it between two fingers and the nervous edge in Chanyeol's features melts away before he flops back on the mattress, arms and legs spread lazily. “Ravish me.”
Luhan resists the urge to hit him, settling for pinching him on the side when she climbs on the bed. Chanyeol draws her in with his hands on her waist, meeting her halfway with a smirk just before she kisses it off his mouth. He drags her lower lip into his mouth, teeth scraping over sensitive skin and Luhan hisses, retaliating with a slap against the side of his thigh. "Strip," she commands.
Chanyeol complies eagerly, his shirt and tie coming off over his head after he shimmies out of his pants and briefs. Luhan isn't surprised to see him half hard already and that just turns her on more. Knowing Chanyeol is into this as much as she is has Luhan dripping with anticipation.
"All fours," she instructs.
Chanyeol will be the first to admit that he doesn't have much of an ass, but Luhan enjoys the slight swell of his cheeks, smoothing her palms over them as soon as Chanyeol is settled. He twists his head to watch her, dropping from his hands to his elbows when Luhan grazes down his crack and to his balls with one finger. He’s so pretty, skin unblemished and just waiting for her to have her fill.
“Is that strawberry?” Chanyeol asks, amusement laced in his words as he gets a whiff of the newly opened lube.
She shifts forward a bit more, pushing his legs apart further with her knees. Her hair falls over his back and his spine bends down just a little. Luhan presses a soft kiss to his tailbone when she circles his rim with the tip of her slick finger, smiling when she hears Chanyeol’s gasp. It slides in easy and a shudder ripples through Chanyeol, his face now hidden in his arms. Still, Luhan can see the tips of his ears turning vibrant red and she can imagine how that same color floods into his cheeks and down his neck.
Luhan doesn’t do more than tease - a fitting punishment for how ruthless Chanyeol has been in bed of late - until Chanyeol pushes his hips back enough for her finger to slip in up to the second knuckle. He goes rigid and she reaches between his legs with her other hand to knead softly at his balls until he relaxes with a slow, uneven breath.
“Good boy,” she croons, mostly because she likes seeing the barely repressed shudder shake through his shoulders. He’s always been sensitive and Luhan usually uses it to her advantage, putting pressure on his rim during a blowjob if she wants him to come fast, but right now she wants to drag it out. Her own arousal flows hot through her veins, pulsing between her legs as the flimsy fabric of her panties soaks it all up.
Luhan is slow when she pulls her finger out and pushes back in with two, careful to make sure Chanyeol stays relaxed and open for her. Her other hand moves from his balls to his cock to stroke in a loose fist as she spreads her fingers apart. Chanyeol lets out a soft whine at the end of a sigh and Luhan is starting to get light-headed at how much he’s enjoying it.
“Chanyeol,” she whispers, leaning over him higher so she can kiss up the knobs of his spine and to his neck. He answers with a low hum, his hips starting to rock back on where she’s sliding two slick fingers in and out of him just a little quicker. “You love this, don’t you?” She ends her question with a crook of her fingers and Chanyeol moans, his legs spreading further. “Fuck, baby,” she groans at his response. “Maybe next time I’ll get you a nice plug for your ass.” Luhan sits back on her heels only long enough to dribble more lube down the cleft of Chanyeol’s ass. “A vibrating one,” she pants, sparing a moment to slip her other hand into her panties to ease some of the pressure. “Would you like that?”
Luhan pushes two fingers into herself with a shaky moan and pumps through her own wetness. Chanyeol looks over his shoulder at her, his face red and lips bitten to match. There’s sweat beading over his eyebrows and Luhan wants so much. “I want you to fuck me with a vibrating plug in your ass.”
And then she’s pushing three lubed digits into Chanyeol’s ass, her eyes trained on the way his mouth goes slack and his forehead wrinkles as he rocks back on them greedily. “God damn Chanyeol,” she breathes, working herself at the same pace as she stretches him.
“Fuck me already,” Chanyeol demands in a gravelly voice and Luhan forgets that this was supposed to be a punishment in her haste to strip down. Her panties are a mess and her own wetness smears over her skin as she takes off the rest, sparing only a moment to wipe both her hands off on the blanket before grabbing the strap-on.
She’d practiced putting it on right after she bought it, the harness relatively simple and already adjusted to fit around her waist and thighs, but she fumbles with the clasps anyway. Her fingers are still slippery and she’s distracted with the way the ribbed texture on the inside of the attached leather panties shifts over her clit. Luhan curses softly, nearly ripping the whole thing off with a whine when another set of hands takes over. She looks up and almost laughs at the absurdly concentrated look on Chanyeol’s face as he gets it clipped.
And then he kisses her, one hand cupping her face and the other in her hair, tilting Luhan’s head just the way he wants as he licks through her lips. Her heart swells and she chases his mouth when he pulls away and he fists his fingers in her hair to keep her still. “Now fuck me.”
Chanyeol lays on his back, legs spread wide and cock leaking against his stomach. He’s fucking beautiful.
Luhan lubes up the silicone toy liberally as Chanyeol watches, bottom lip stuck in his teeth. She shifts forward and Chanyeol lifts his hips off the bed with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. He earns himself a smack on the inside of his thigh with the dildo and it leaves a nice, long line of lube behind. She smears her hand through it to wipe it back on the strap-on even as Chanyeol scrunches his nose at the stickiness left behind.
The playfulness disappears when she pushes the tip of the toy against him, rubbing the head around his rim and putting just enough pressure behind it for it to almost push through. Chanyeol looks positively wrecked, his fingers twisted in the sheets when Luhan slowly guides the flared tip into him. His knuckles go white, his head pressed back into the pillow when the rest slides in after and Luhan’s hips settle snug against his.
Luhan keeps a hand on the inside of his thigh, pushing it down to keep him still as the other slips between her own legs to adjust the bottom of the panties so the ribbed part lays just where she wants it.
And then Luhan moves, pulling a gasp out of Chanyeol’s mouth as the toy glides out of him almost entirely. She’s testing the waters, making sure the noises Chanyeol makes are of pleasure and she’s confident that he’s enjoying it when his palms lay flat on the headboard and he uses the leverage to push down until the dildo is buried to the hilt again.
“So fucking eager for it,” Luhan observes aloud as she leans forward, resting her weight on her hand and keeping the other on Chanyeol’s hip.
Luhan’s never done this before - only read about it online where it piqued her interest - so she tries to mimic the way Chanyeol moves when he fucks her. She thrusts in and out of him with sharp snaps enough to have him moaning with every exhale and then slows, rolling her hips languidly to keep the pleasure simmering as a low burn.
The pressure on her clit is more satisfying than she’d thought it would be and she feels the trickle of her arousal down the insides of her thighs with every push forward. She watches the way the flesh colored toy sinks into his ass, the rim stretched wide around the girth and how it almost seems to suck it in with ease. Oh what she wouldn’t give to have an actual dick for this, to feel the way he clenches down hot and tight around her.
Luhan falls onto her elbow, moaning loud when the harness pushes against her pussy in just the right way. She ruts into Chanyeol, listening to the deep, vibrating moans he lets out. His hand cups one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Luhan gasps, fucking into him harder and enjoying the way his thighs try to squeeze around her.
It’s so hot and sweat is trickling uncomfortably down the back of her neck, tendrils of her hair sticking to the sides of her face. Chanyeol doesn’t look much better, his eyes dark and breathing shallow as his hips jerk forward and back on the dildo. The way the pleasure plays across his features has Luhan speeding and her hand moving down to fist his cock.
Chanyeol’s back arches off the mattress, his chest pushing into hers when she pumps him hard and fast until he’s spilling white over her fingers. She fucks him through it, her fingers tight around his cock as he moans out her name over and over and over. Luhan swallows it down, mouth on his even when her hips stutter to a stop and her entire body is pulsing with the need to come.
Luhan’s head spins when Chanyeol pushes her up onto her knees, the toy slipping out of him with a lewd squelch. Together they work to get it off of her, letting it drop onto the bed without a care. Chanyeol captures her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth just as he dips two fingers inside her pussy and curls them. Luhan has to wrap her arms around his shoulders to keep from falling, thighs spreading wide.
Her moans are high, breathy and Luhan struggles to keep down a sob of pleasure when he fucks three fingers into her hard and fast. He knows exactly how to bring her over the edge and she shakes in his hold, slumping against his chest when the pulsing waves radiate from her core and through her entire body. Darkness dances around the edges of her vision when she blinks and Luhan sees Chanyeol smiling fondly at her through the haze. He keeps her close, nosing along her jaw and down her neck as she regains the ability to breathe. It takes a while for her head to clear, for the high to dull down into a satisfying lethargy that pulls at her limbs.
“I love you,” Chanyeol mouths against the shell of her ear and Luhan grins, turning her head to return the sentiment with a sweet kiss. She lets out a gasp when his fingers finally pull free from her and the sudden emptiness feels odd.
“Shower?” she inquires, pulling her hair off the back of her neck.
“Can you stay awake that long?” he teases.
Luhan smacks his arm. “Of course I can,” she insists, sounding confident even if she isn’t. Sleep actually sounds great - after a nice cold glass of water - but the sheets need changing, neither of them have had dinner and they’re both sweaty and gross.
“Alright, Princess,” Chanyeol concedes and Luhan shrieks when he tosses her over his shoulder to head into the bathroom.
“I’m getting a bigger dick to shove up your ass next time, you fucker.”