[Fic] How Oh Sehee Lands Park Chanyeol
Title: How Oh Sehee Lands Park Chanyeol
Pairing: Sehun/Chanyeol; brief Jongin/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2400w
Warning: female Sehun = Sehee, female Jongin = Jungah, Chanyeol has a tongue ring and a dick piercing
Author's Note: I'm sorry to everyone I teased on twitter about this. I have written it for you instead of doing important things like nano and exchange fics and eating.
Summary: Chanyeol has a reputation for best tongue on campus. Sehee wants to try it out.
Sehee and Chanyeol meet when she walks in on Chanyeol eating out her roommate on their couch, his mouth slick and eyes dark when he looks over his shoulder at the girl standing there, unprepared for the visual assault. She takes in a sharp breath, blinking at the pair before continuing her way through the living room and to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She's going to have to make sure Jungah cleans the couch and learns to text the next time she brings someone home.
"I never thought you were one to buy into rumors," Sehee tells Jungah over breakfast, sitting on the coffee table because their couch still bears the wounds of battle.
Jungah shrugs, the strap of her tanktop sliding down her shoulder. It's a miracle the shirt stays on, but Sehee suspects her breasts are the reason it does. "I just wanted to experience it for myself. He wouldn’t have earned a reputation for best tongue without some basis of truth in it."
Sehee snorts into her tea. "He's a college boy. He probably made it up and had his friends spread it around."
Jungah clucks her tongue, sweeping her long dark hair into a ponytail before settling next to Sehee on the coffee table. It creaks ominously under her weight, but holds. "I can now tell you, truthfully, that Park Chanyeol not only has the best tongue I've ever had between my legs, but the nicest dick too."
Sehee knows better than to question Jungah's opinion on such matters. And even if she really doesn't want to be, she finds herself curious.
"I can set you up if you like," Jungah offers.
Sehee taps her nails on her cup. "I'll think about it."
Sehee and Chanyeol meet, officially, on a blustery afternoon, Sehee's fingers chilled to the bone and two scarves wound around her neck and face to keep what little body heat she has trapped inside. Jungah, forever warm, hauls Sehee halfway across the courtyard to where Chanyeol and his friends are sitting in a haphazard circle, drawing their attention as Jungah parades right up to Chanyeol, nudging Sehee closer.
"Jungah, nice to see you," he greets with a smile.
Sehee's stomach promptly drops at the sound of his deep voice, unintentionally wondering what he would sound like when moaning.
"Chanyeol, you remember my roommate, Sehee," Jungah introduces.
A sly grin spreads over his face as he stands and wow he's tall. Sehee mumbles a greeting through her scarves, unwilling to let the cold in. Chanyeol reaches out, his fingers twisting around a chunk of her hair and he flicks his thumb over the ends of the cotton candy pink strands before letting them fall. "How could I forget?"
Sehee's never been bashful, especially when it comes to getting something she wants and it's obvious that she's checking Chanyeol out from head to toe with interest. Jungah seems pleased, leaving them alone as she goes to make herself comfortable on someone else's lap.
She wiggles her scarves loose enough to fall around her neck, exposing her face. "It's hard to forget an impression like that," she teases.
“You should let me make it up to you.”
Sehee quirks an eyebrow at him. “By paying for my couch to be professionally cleaned?”
Chanyeol chuckles and Sehee catches a glimpse of shining metal in his mouth, something in her gut clenching heatedly. “I was thinking more along the lines of coffee? You look frozen.”
Sehee steps forward. “Make it hot chocolate and you have a deal.”
Sehee’s had her fair share of suitors - those who just want to get into her pants and others who want something more - and none of them compare to Chanyeol. She hadn’t planned on getting laid today, but Chanyeol has her back to the door, his mouth warm over hers and drawing the cold out. She moans, hands twisting in his hair as she stands on her toes and presses herself closer to him.
The apartment is empty; Sehee had made sure of that. Jungah is now staying with someone else for the night and Sehee eagerly pulls Chanyeol through the door by his coat. He’d gotten some overly complicated iced coffee drink when they’d been out and he tastes sweet, enticing. She keeps kissing him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and scraping her teeth over the pink flesh before releasing it. Chanyeol flattens her against the wall, his hands hot as they find their way under her coat and shirt.
They get tangled in Sehee’s scarves, trying to get them unwound and finally settling for pulling them off over her head to land on the floor by their shoes. The buttons on her coat aren’t cooperating, but it could be because Chanyeol’s mouth is on her neck, sucking a mark into her skin and her hands are shaking.
“My room,” she commands breathlessly, leaving behind a pile of shoes and scarves and coats.
Sehee is impatiently horny, tugging off her shirt as Chanyeol closes the door behind them, shuddering when Chanyeol unhooks her bra with one hand to let it fall away. If there’s one insecurity Sehee has, it’s her small breasts. But Chanyeol cups them in his hands and pinches lightly at her nipples without hesitation.
Sehee is reluctant to break contact, but there’s something she wants more. She grabs Chanyeol and turns him, pushing him down on her bed. He bounces on the mattress, looking up at her with dark, questioning eyes. “Clothes off,” she orders.
Chanyeol complies without a word, and Sehee finds herself pleased that he’s not one of those people who expects to be in control the entire time. She wiggles out of her own jeans, underwear following to be kicked away.
The first time Sehee gets a look at Chanyeol’s dick, she shamelessly moans out loud. He’s long, thick, and there’s a curved barbell ring that runs from the slit of his cock and along the length of the crown. She throbs at the idea of it rubbing against her, gliding inside of her and climbs onto the bed, looking down at it as the saliva pools in her mouth.
“You like it?” Chanyeol asks, clearly amused. He’s sitting up on his elbows, staring down at where Sehee’s face is hovering over his dick and he flexes it purposely.
“It’s a shame I won’t let you fuck me without a condom,” she answers, bumping the tip of his dick with her nose before moving further up on her knees. “And you can only fuck me if your tongue is as good as they say it is.”
Sehee falls toward the wall with a gasp when Chanyeol grabs her thighs and drags her forward more, smirking up at her from between her legs. “Well let’s find out.”
Her knees slip apart on the blanket until she can feel Chanyeol’s breath between her legs, her stomach contracting at the sensation. She goes a little further, stopping only when his hands tighten to hold her in place. The first drag of Chanyeol’s tongue through her slick folds is long and purposeful, the metal ball of his tongue ring pulling a soft curse out of her mouth. Sehee rests her weight on her forearm against the wall, the other arm falling so she can thread fingers through his hair.
Chanyeol groans when she pulls on the strands and Sehee whimpers, panting as he flicks his tongue over her clit. Her hips rock against the pressure, her spine bending until she’s almost flat on the wall as his tongue ring pushes in circles on her clit. A rush of heat takes her, pressure mounting between her legs.
“Chanyeol,” she cries out, her thighs trembling when his tongue moves down to fuck into her, licking her open as his thumb works at her clit. She feels like she’s going to fall, Chanyeol’s grip on her the only reason she hasn’t. It hasn’t been that long since Sehee’s had someone go down on her (Jungah’s enthusiastic about it when she gets stressed over major assignments) but Chanyeol is in a league of his own.
He knows just how to hit every spot that leaves Sehee trembling, gasping, moaning loud and long. His tongue is a goddamn miracle and Sehee tells him that as he licks around her clit again, two fingers sliding inside her pussy and crooking just right. Chanyeol laughs, the vibration racing through her and she grips his hair tighter, grinds herself down on his mouth because she can feel her orgasm rushing toward her.
Sehee comes with a sobbed moan of Chanyeol’s name, her entire body pulsing with it as Chanyeol doesn’t stop, keeps lapping at her until she jerks away from sensitivity. Chanyeol’s lips are swollen, his face from his nose down wet and Sehee wets her own dry lips.
“Was that good enough?” Chanyeol asks, earning a knee to the ribs as Sehee shifts down.
“That was fucking amazing,” she compliments.
“Amazing enough to fuck you? Cause I really want to fuck you right now.”
She slaps a hand down on her nightstand, rocking the whole thing until she gets the top drawer open, fingers closing around a condom. “Hell yes.”
Chanyeol holds her waist - jesus, how big are his hands - to keep her steady as Sehee scoots back, tearing open the condom package. She takes one last, longing look at the piercing before covering it in latex, rolling it down and stroking up with her fingers, enjoying the hiss Chanyeol lets out through his teeth.
Chanyeol sits up, an arm around Sehee’s waist and his lips closing around her nipple when she lifts over his cock. Her head falls back, jaw slack as she sinks down, the crown of his cock opening her up just right for the rest to slide in easily. She sits all the way in his lap, rocking her hips to appreciate how much he fills her.
Sehee is still boneless from her orgasm, easily guided and Chanyeol takes over, helping her lift and drop slowly. His piercing rubs against her walls and she clenches around him, holding on to Chanyeol with her arms around his shoulders for leverage. It’s upsetting that she can’t move fast enough, gain the momentum she wants because she doesn’t have the energy. “Fuck,” she growls, face buried in Chanyeol’s neck. “Faster, please,” she begs.
Chanyeol tugs at her nipple with his teeth, soothing over it with his tongue after, while holding most of Sehee’s weight, fucking her down on his cock hard enough for her to feel it in her bones. Sweat sticks them together, the force of their bodies rocking the bed until the frame hits against the wall and Sehee grips Chanyeol tighter.
Chanyeol leaves a final kiss on Sehee’s breast before nosing his way to Sehee’s mouth, kissing her firmly. He smells like her, tastes like her and Sehee licks through his lips for more. His fingers tangle in her hair, gathering it in his fist to pull and Sehee moans as her head tips back, eyes closing and thighs tensing.
Chanyeol pulls the loudest, most sinful noises from Sehee as he takes her unrelentingly hard and fast, his cock pushing deep into her over and over until Sehee can hardly breathe. She whines and whimpers, moans and begs for more even if she doesn’t know if she can take it. Chanyeol answers every demand until Sehee is screaming, nearly crying as she tightens around him and comes for a second time.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol grunts, pistoning his cock through the waves of her orgasm. She slumps against him, panting harshly and clenching around him as hard as she can until she feels his cock pulsing inside her, filling the condom.
Chanyeol is gentle, sweet even as he brushes the hair out of Sehee’s face, holding it off her sweaty back as he kisses her softly. She can’t help but smile at him, sighing in contentment. Chanyeol falls back on the bed, bringing Sehee with him. She rests her chin on his chest and closes her eyes.
“So what would it take to convince you to go on a date with me?” Chanyeol asks.
Sehee’s eyes open. “Didn’t we do that already?”
“The coffee shop?” Chanyeol huffs out a soft laugh. “That was to get you in bed.”
Sehee’s forehead wrinkles and she sits up a little to look down at Chanyeol. “And now?”
Chanyeol grabs her around the waist and rolls, Sehee letting out a shriek of surprise when her back hits the mattress, Chanyeol resting between her legs. His nose scrunches and he looks down, sitting up just enough to pull the condom off now that his dick is soft. She points to the trash can by her bed and Chanyeol throws it away before taking up his position again.
“And now,” he starts with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss on Sehee’s left breast, “I might want to just keep you.”
“Do you keep all the girls?” Sehee asks, breath hitching as Chanyeol teasingly takes her nipple between his teeth and licks over it.
“No,” he answers with a hum.
Sehee pretends to think about it even as her stomach swoops at the thought of having Chanyeol all to herself. They don’t know each other well, but that’s what dating is for and she’s not averse to getting to know Chanyeol on a mental level.
“Alright,” Sehee agrees, spine arching up because Chanyeol won’t stop playing with her breasts and she’s starting to feel the heat rising. “But only if you let me blow you in the shower.”
Chanyeol groans, rising to his knees to lift Sehee off the bed, pausing to get directions to the bathroom.
(Sehee washes the taste of latex off Chanyeol’s cock before replacing her hands with her mouth, tongue tracing around his piercing before she takes him in as far as she can. She pulls off, a hand pumping his shaft as she stares up at him with wide eyes. “Will you fuck my mouth?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol says, grabbing her firmly by the hair and feeding her his cock. “I’m going to marry you one day.”)
Pairing: Sehun/Chanyeol; brief Jongin/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2400w
Warning: female Sehun = Sehee, female Jongin = Jungah, Chanyeol has a tongue ring and a dick piercing
Author's Note: I'm sorry to everyone I teased on twitter about this. I have written it for you instead of doing important things like nano and exchange fics and eating.
Summary: Chanyeol has a reputation for best tongue on campus. Sehee wants to try it out.
Sehee and Chanyeol meet when she walks in on Chanyeol eating out her roommate on their couch, his mouth slick and eyes dark when he looks over his shoulder at the girl standing there, unprepared for the visual assault. She takes in a sharp breath, blinking at the pair before continuing her way through the living room and to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She's going to have to make sure Jungah cleans the couch and learns to text the next time she brings someone home.
"I never thought you were one to buy into rumors," Sehee tells Jungah over breakfast, sitting on the coffee table because their couch still bears the wounds of battle.
Jungah shrugs, the strap of her tanktop sliding down her shoulder. It's a miracle the shirt stays on, but Sehee suspects her breasts are the reason it does. "I just wanted to experience it for myself. He wouldn’t have earned a reputation for best tongue without some basis of truth in it."
Sehee snorts into her tea. "He's a college boy. He probably made it up and had his friends spread it around."
Jungah clucks her tongue, sweeping her long dark hair into a ponytail before settling next to Sehee on the coffee table. It creaks ominously under her weight, but holds. "I can now tell you, truthfully, that Park Chanyeol not only has the best tongue I've ever had between my legs, but the nicest dick too."
Sehee knows better than to question Jungah's opinion on such matters. And even if she really doesn't want to be, she finds herself curious.
"I can set you up if you like," Jungah offers.
Sehee taps her nails on her cup. "I'll think about it."
Sehee and Chanyeol meet, officially, on a blustery afternoon, Sehee's fingers chilled to the bone and two scarves wound around her neck and face to keep what little body heat she has trapped inside. Jungah, forever warm, hauls Sehee halfway across the courtyard to where Chanyeol and his friends are sitting in a haphazard circle, drawing their attention as Jungah parades right up to Chanyeol, nudging Sehee closer.
"Jungah, nice to see you," he greets with a smile.
Sehee's stomach promptly drops at the sound of his deep voice, unintentionally wondering what he would sound like when moaning.
"Chanyeol, you remember my roommate, Sehee," Jungah introduces.
A sly grin spreads over his face as he stands and wow he's tall. Sehee mumbles a greeting through her scarves, unwilling to let the cold in. Chanyeol reaches out, his fingers twisting around a chunk of her hair and he flicks his thumb over the ends of the cotton candy pink strands before letting them fall. "How could I forget?"
Sehee's never been bashful, especially when it comes to getting something she wants and it's obvious that she's checking Chanyeol out from head to toe with interest. Jungah seems pleased, leaving them alone as she goes to make herself comfortable on someone else's lap.
She wiggles her scarves loose enough to fall around her neck, exposing her face. "It's hard to forget an impression like that," she teases.
“You should let me make it up to you.”
Sehee quirks an eyebrow at him. “By paying for my couch to be professionally cleaned?”
Chanyeol chuckles and Sehee catches a glimpse of shining metal in his mouth, something in her gut clenching heatedly. “I was thinking more along the lines of coffee? You look frozen.”
Sehee steps forward. “Make it hot chocolate and you have a deal.”
Sehee’s had her fair share of suitors - those who just want to get into her pants and others who want something more - and none of them compare to Chanyeol. She hadn’t planned on getting laid today, but Chanyeol has her back to the door, his mouth warm over hers and drawing the cold out. She moans, hands twisting in his hair as she stands on her toes and presses herself closer to him.
The apartment is empty; Sehee had made sure of that. Jungah is now staying with someone else for the night and Sehee eagerly pulls Chanyeol through the door by his coat. He’d gotten some overly complicated iced coffee drink when they’d been out and he tastes sweet, enticing. She keeps kissing him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and scraping her teeth over the pink flesh before releasing it. Chanyeol flattens her against the wall, his hands hot as they find their way under her coat and shirt.
They get tangled in Sehee’s scarves, trying to get them unwound and finally settling for pulling them off over her head to land on the floor by their shoes. The buttons on her coat aren’t cooperating, but it could be because Chanyeol’s mouth is on her neck, sucking a mark into her skin and her hands are shaking.
“My room,” she commands breathlessly, leaving behind a pile of shoes and scarves and coats.
Sehee is impatiently horny, tugging off her shirt as Chanyeol closes the door behind them, shuddering when Chanyeol unhooks her bra with one hand to let it fall away. If there’s one insecurity Sehee has, it’s her small breasts. But Chanyeol cups them in his hands and pinches lightly at her nipples without hesitation.
Sehee is reluctant to break contact, but there’s something she wants more. She grabs Chanyeol and turns him, pushing him down on her bed. He bounces on the mattress, looking up at her with dark, questioning eyes. “Clothes off,” she orders.
Chanyeol complies without a word, and Sehee finds herself pleased that he’s not one of those people who expects to be in control the entire time. She wiggles out of her own jeans, underwear following to be kicked away.
The first time Sehee gets a look at Chanyeol’s dick, she shamelessly moans out loud. He’s long, thick, and there’s a curved barbell ring that runs from the slit of his cock and along the length of the crown. She throbs at the idea of it rubbing against her, gliding inside of her and climbs onto the bed, looking down at it as the saliva pools in her mouth.
“You like it?” Chanyeol asks, clearly amused. He’s sitting up on his elbows, staring down at where Sehee’s face is hovering over his dick and he flexes it purposely.
“It’s a shame I won’t let you fuck me without a condom,” she answers, bumping the tip of his dick with her nose before moving further up on her knees. “And you can only fuck me if your tongue is as good as they say it is.”
Sehee falls toward the wall with a gasp when Chanyeol grabs her thighs and drags her forward more, smirking up at her from between her legs. “Well let’s find out.”
Her knees slip apart on the blanket until she can feel Chanyeol’s breath between her legs, her stomach contracting at the sensation. She goes a little further, stopping only when his hands tighten to hold her in place. The first drag of Chanyeol’s tongue through her slick folds is long and purposeful, the metal ball of his tongue ring pulling a soft curse out of her mouth. Sehee rests her weight on her forearm against the wall, the other arm falling so she can thread fingers through his hair.
Chanyeol groans when she pulls on the strands and Sehee whimpers, panting as he flicks his tongue over her clit. Her hips rock against the pressure, her spine bending until she’s almost flat on the wall as his tongue ring pushes in circles on her clit. A rush of heat takes her, pressure mounting between her legs.
“Chanyeol,” she cries out, her thighs trembling when his tongue moves down to fuck into her, licking her open as his thumb works at her clit. She feels like she’s going to fall, Chanyeol’s grip on her the only reason she hasn’t. It hasn’t been that long since Sehee’s had someone go down on her (Jungah’s enthusiastic about it when she gets stressed over major assignments) but Chanyeol is in a league of his own.
He knows just how to hit every spot that leaves Sehee trembling, gasping, moaning loud and long. His tongue is a goddamn miracle and Sehee tells him that as he licks around her clit again, two fingers sliding inside her pussy and crooking just right. Chanyeol laughs, the vibration racing through her and she grips his hair tighter, grinds herself down on his mouth because she can feel her orgasm rushing toward her.
Sehee comes with a sobbed moan of Chanyeol’s name, her entire body pulsing with it as Chanyeol doesn’t stop, keeps lapping at her until she jerks away from sensitivity. Chanyeol’s lips are swollen, his face from his nose down wet and Sehee wets her own dry lips.
“Was that good enough?” Chanyeol asks, earning a knee to the ribs as Sehee shifts down.
“That was fucking amazing,” she compliments.
“Amazing enough to fuck you? Cause I really want to fuck you right now.”
She slaps a hand down on her nightstand, rocking the whole thing until she gets the top drawer open, fingers closing around a condom. “Hell yes.”
Chanyeol holds her waist - jesus, how big are his hands - to keep her steady as Sehee scoots back, tearing open the condom package. She takes one last, longing look at the piercing before covering it in latex, rolling it down and stroking up with her fingers, enjoying the hiss Chanyeol lets out through his teeth.
Chanyeol sits up, an arm around Sehee’s waist and his lips closing around her nipple when she lifts over his cock. Her head falls back, jaw slack as she sinks down, the crown of his cock opening her up just right for the rest to slide in easily. She sits all the way in his lap, rocking her hips to appreciate how much he fills her.
Sehee is still boneless from her orgasm, easily guided and Chanyeol takes over, helping her lift and drop slowly. His piercing rubs against her walls and she clenches around him, holding on to Chanyeol with her arms around his shoulders for leverage. It’s upsetting that she can’t move fast enough, gain the momentum she wants because she doesn’t have the energy. “Fuck,” she growls, face buried in Chanyeol’s neck. “Faster, please,” she begs.
Chanyeol tugs at her nipple with his teeth, soothing over it with his tongue after, while holding most of Sehee’s weight, fucking her down on his cock hard enough for her to feel it in her bones. Sweat sticks them together, the force of their bodies rocking the bed until the frame hits against the wall and Sehee grips Chanyeol tighter.
Chanyeol leaves a final kiss on Sehee’s breast before nosing his way to Sehee’s mouth, kissing her firmly. He smells like her, tastes like her and Sehee licks through his lips for more. His fingers tangle in her hair, gathering it in his fist to pull and Sehee moans as her head tips back, eyes closing and thighs tensing.
Chanyeol pulls the loudest, most sinful noises from Sehee as he takes her unrelentingly hard and fast, his cock pushing deep into her over and over until Sehee can hardly breathe. She whines and whimpers, moans and begs for more even if she doesn’t know if she can take it. Chanyeol answers every demand until Sehee is screaming, nearly crying as she tightens around him and comes for a second time.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol grunts, pistoning his cock through the waves of her orgasm. She slumps against him, panting harshly and clenching around him as hard as she can until she feels his cock pulsing inside her, filling the condom.
Chanyeol is gentle, sweet even as he brushes the hair out of Sehee’s face, holding it off her sweaty back as he kisses her softly. She can’t help but smile at him, sighing in contentment. Chanyeol falls back on the bed, bringing Sehee with him. She rests her chin on his chest and closes her eyes.
“So what would it take to convince you to go on a date with me?” Chanyeol asks.
Sehee’s eyes open. “Didn’t we do that already?”
“The coffee shop?” Chanyeol huffs out a soft laugh. “That was to get you in bed.”
Sehee’s forehead wrinkles and she sits up a little to look down at Chanyeol. “And now?”
Chanyeol grabs her around the waist and rolls, Sehee letting out a shriek of surprise when her back hits the mattress, Chanyeol resting between her legs. His nose scrunches and he looks down, sitting up just enough to pull the condom off now that his dick is soft. She points to the trash can by her bed and Chanyeol throws it away before taking up his position again.
“And now,” he starts with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss on Sehee’s left breast, “I might want to just keep you.”
“Do you keep all the girls?” Sehee asks, breath hitching as Chanyeol teasingly takes her nipple between his teeth and licks over it.
“No,” he answers with a hum.
Sehee pretends to think about it even as her stomach swoops at the thought of having Chanyeol all to herself. They don’t know each other well, but that’s what dating is for and she’s not averse to getting to know Chanyeol on a mental level.
“Alright,” Sehee agrees, spine arching up because Chanyeol won’t stop playing with her breasts and she’s starting to feel the heat rising. “But only if you let me blow you in the shower.”
Chanyeol groans, rising to his knees to lift Sehee off the bed, pausing to get directions to the bathroom.
(Sehee washes the taste of latex off Chanyeol’s cock before replacing her hands with her mouth, tongue tracing around his piercing before she takes him in as far as she can. She pulls off, a hand pumping his shaft as she stares up at him with wide eyes. “Will you fuck my mouth?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol says, grabbing her firmly by the hair and feeding her his cock. “I’m going to marry you one day.”)