Driving Me Crazy; krischen // oneshot // NC17
Driving Me Crazy
NC17
Kris/Chen
Jongdae texts Yifan at work and Yifan comes home to find him all splayed out on their bed.
This was supposed to be a birthday fic for both Jongdae and xanderloves. Happy belated!? :D
And also many thanks to miyunnie ♥
Yifan leans back in his chair and lets out a huge sigh. He brings a hand up to loosen his tie and undo the top button in his collar. It’s been a rough day at work and there is nothing he wants more than to go back home. There is still a huge pile of papers for him to go through but Yifan thinks he’s had enough for the day and decides to go back home at five on the dot.
He is looking through his last pile of documents for the day when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Yifan fishes out his phone and sees that he has a new text message from Jongdae. Of course, who else would text him during work if not his boyfriend?
From: Jongdae <3
My legs are missing you in between them.
Yifan swallows. What he had expected was an ‘I miss you’ or a ‘come home quick’, not this. He’s about to reply when another text comes in.
From: Jongdae <3
I’m lying in bed and bored. If you were here right now, would you want me on my back or on my hands and knees as you fuck me open?
To: Jongdae <3
Not now, Jongdae.
Yifan puts his phone away, figuring that he shouldn’t look at his phone until he’s able to go home. He looks at the clock and thinks that he definitely can survive an hour more. He also ignores the constant vibrating in his pocket because he knows that Jongdae is probably spamming him with text messages to rile him up.
When the hour is up, Yifan immediately packs his papers up into their piles neatly, shoving his stationery into its holder by his desk calendar afterwards. He makes sure he has all his belongings in his bag before hanging the bag on his shoulder and bidding his co-workers goodbye. He finally takes out his phone and finds that Jongdae had left him with more than ten text messages.
From: Jongdae <3
I had a naughty dream last night. You were in me. Oops, I meant you were in it.
From: Jongdae <3
I’d stroke you until you’re nice and hard for me. Then I’d suck you down and make you come in my mouth.
Yifan can feel himself getting hard in his pants on his way down in the elevator as he imagines the situation in his head.
From: Jongdae <3
Fucking myself with my fingers is not enough. I need your thick cock to fill me up.
From: Jongdae <3
Can’t wait for you to get in me. Imagine the heat around your cock. It would feel so damn good.
Yifan has only gone through four messages and he’s very aware of the problem in his pants. He uses his bag to cover his front as he takes quick steps to his car. When he’s settled in the driver’s seat after throwing his bag onto the passenger seat, Yifan’s phone rings.
It’s Jongdae.
“Yifan,” Jongdae pants. “When are you coming home?”
“What are you doing right now?” Yifan asks, though he already has an idea of what Jongdae is doing.
“Fingering myself and thinking about you,” Jongdae answers, breathing heavily. “I can’t wait for you to fill me up, Yifan. I want your cock.”
Yifan leans against the headrest and although he’s tempted to touch himself through his pants, he resists and clenches his fist.
"Stop touching yourself,” he orders, turning the key in the ignition.
"But-"
"No."
"Yifan," Jongdae whines, his voice a bit more needy and Yifan can tell that Jongdae's listening to him.
"I'll be there in ten."
Yifan hangs up and throws his phone to where his bag is. He steps on the accelerator and backs out of the parking lot, starting on his drive home without caring about the speed limit. He’s got more problems to attend to.
Yifan barges through the door of the apartment he shares with Jongdae, leaving his bag on the floor and taking long strides to the bedroom where he knows Jongdae would be. He stops short at the closed bedroom door and presses his ear against the door to take in the sounds of Jongdae whimpering. His dick twitches in his pants and Yifan finally opens the door.
He wouldn’t have been able to take the sight in front of him even with sufficient mental preparation, Yifan figures. Jongdae is lying naked on the bed with his legs spread out and his head thrown back against the pillows, eyes closed and mouth open. His hands are clutching onto the bed sheets tightly, clearly trying to control himself. His cock is an angry red, curving up against his stomach. Yifan can see the veins in Jongdae’s neck and he wants to run his tongue along them. Jongdae turns his head just then and looks at Yifan through half-closed eyes, his hand inching towards his erection.
“Stop,” Yifan commands, undoing his belt buckle as he walks into the room and closes the door behind him.
Jongdae is obedient, his hand promptly stilling and his eyes following Yifan’s every move. The urge to touch himself is overwhelming but Jongdae knows better than to go against Yifan’s words. Yifan smirks at the control he has over Jongdae and removes his belt, followed by his pants, shirt and tie. Leaving his boxer briefs on, Yifan climbs on top of Jongdae and smirks down at him.
“Missed me?”
Jongdae responds with an upward jerk of his hips and his cock brushes against Yifan’s clothed erection. Yifan keeps the smirk on his face as Jongdae whines, repeatedly bucking up for more friction. He allows Jongdae to rub against him for a while because it feels fucking amazing before he leans down to seal Jongdae’s lips with his own in an open-mouthed kiss. Jongdae’s tongue licks into Yifan’s mouth instantly and Yifan knows that Jongdae is really desperate to release himself by the way Jongdae’s body reacts to his touch when Yifan runs his hand down Jongdae’s torso towards his erection.
When Yifan finally wraps his fingers around Jongdae’s aching cock, Jongdae lets out a loud whimper and brings his hands up to Yifan’s shoulders to push him down. Yifan complies, sliding down Jongdae’s body until he’s facing Jongdae’s cock, leaking pre-cum at the tip. He uses his thumb to spread the pre-cum and applies pressure on the slit which elicits a moan out of Jongdae. Jongdae whines and tries to buck his hips up to get more friction but Yifan uses his large hands to hold his hips down forcefully.
"Yifan," Jongdae groans.
Yifan grins, lowering his head so his lips can meet Jongdae's cock. When his lips wrap around the head, Jongdae instantly responds by thrusting up again and Yifan allows it. Yifan allows Jongdae to fuck up into his mouth because he knows how long Jongdae has been waiting, hollowing his cheeks which makes Jongdae grab at his hair tightly and Yifan winces.
They keep up at it for a few minutes and loud sucking sounds fill the room, and Yifan knows Jongdae is close when he starts breathing heavier and the speed of his thrusts increase but Yifan chooses to stop, letting Jongdae's cock fall out of his mouth with an obscene pop. Jongdae lets out a high-pitched whine and attempts to bring Yifan's head down to his cock again but Yifan pulls away and goes up to suck on Jongdae's collarbone where he knows Jongdae is sensitive.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so good I only remember your name," Jongdae pants, clawing at the waistband of Yifan's boxer briefs.
"Take them off."
Jongdae's fingers hook under the waistband and he drags the fabric down, letting Yifan's cock spring up as he continues pushing the undergarment down below Yifan's knees. From there, Yifan takes care of it as he stands on his knees and takes his boxer briefs off completely. Jongdae immediately brings a hand up on Yifan's neck and brings him down for their lips to meet. Yifan complies as his hands grip onto Jongdae's slim waist and he twists him around after he pulls away from the liplock. Jongdae is on his hands and knees in an instant.
"Look at you, all prepared for me," Yifan comments as his finger teases Jongdae's slick hole.
"For you. All for you," Jongdae replies, breathing heavily. "Hurry."
Yifan reaches for the lube and coats his cock with the substance, positioning himself directly at Jongdae's hole afterwards. Jongdae gasps loudly when the head of Yifan's cock enters him, hips moving back to take more of Yifan inside him. Large hands hold Jongdae's hips steady as Yifan pushes in until he's fully sheathed. He groans at the tight heat surrounding him, forcing himself to stay still as Jongdae adjusts to him.
"Move," Jongdae demands.
Yifan pulls out until only the head of his cock is in, then slams back in. Jongdae howls, fingers gripping onto their bed sheets. Yifan sets a slow pace and takes his time to watch as Jongdae's tight hole takes his cock in. His thrusts are slow and deep and drives Jongdae crazy because he wants more. He wants Yifan to fuck him hard and fast but Yifan isn't having any of it.
"No," Jongdae protests when Yifan stills his hips, the full length of his cock inside Jongdae.
Jongdae yelps when Yifan's hand comes down to his ass cheek, leaving a barely visible red handprint.
"You like that?" Yifan growls as he smacks Jongdae's ass again.
"Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!"
"Are you going to text me at work again?" Yifan slaps his ass again.
"No," Jongdae gasps. "Faster."
Yifan pulls back and thrusts in the same time his hand slaps Jongdae's ass cheek. He stills again and Jongdae glares back at him, eyebrows furrowed. Yifan smirks down at him and refuses to move.
"Move, damn it!"
"Are we not going to play nice?" Yifan raises his eyebrow, rolling his hips a little.
"Fuck playing nice. If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to go find someone who will," Jongdae threatens, and he knows he's gone over the line when Yifan's face contorts in anger.
"No one can fuck you as good as I can."
Yifan goes faster this time after pushing back in, hand coming down in time with his thrusts. Jongdae is a whimpering mess with his cheek pressed against the pillow, the sheer force of Yifan's thrusts causing his arms to give way. His ass is in the air and Yifan fucks him hard and fast, just the way he knows Jongdae wants. He stops spanking when he sees that Jongdae's ass cheek is a bright red, and he feels a little guilty and decides to make it up to Jongdae later.
"Yifan," Jongdae moans, voice shaky.
Pulling out of Jongdae, Yifan flips him around easily onto his back before he switches their positions. Jongdae sits on his torso, his hard cock an angry red and curving up towards his stomach. Yifan looks up at Jongdae and places his hands on his hips, stroking lightly as Jongdae moves to position himself above Yifan's cock. His mouth flies open as he sinks down, filling himself up again. Jongdae places his hands on Yifan's chest and lifts himself up before slamming back down. Yifan throws his head back and he helps Jongdae, setting the fast pace himself.
One of Yifan's hands leave Jongdae's hip to wrap around Jongdae's leaking cock, stroking him at the same pace Jongdae's fucking down onto him. Jongdae's high-pitched moans lets Yifan know that he's close and his hand speeds up, his hips pushing up the same time Jongdae comes down. Jongdae is delirious, head thrown back and moans leaving his open mouth.
Yifan hears Jongdae come before he feels it on his stomach as Jongdae shouts. He is still hard but close to the edge and Jongdae takes care of it by lifting himself and sliding down to take Yifan into his mouth. He sucks hard, focused on getting Yifan off. Yifan's hand comes down to grab at Jongdae's hair which makes Jongdae suck even harder, his own hand coming up to stroke quickly at what his mouth cannot cover.
Jongdae stays still as Yifan comes into his mouth, swallowing all of Yifan's cum. Both of them are panting heavily and Yifan grabs Jongdae by the arm to pull him up beside him. He reaches over to grab a few pieces of tissue to clean the mess on his stomach and throws it away in the bin under their bedside table. Yifan then turns Jongdae around so Jongdae's back is facing his chest and wraps his arms tightly around Jongdae's slim waist.
"I'm sticky," Jongdae whines.
"We can shower later," Yifan replies softly, pulling the sheets over the both of them.
"My butt hurts."
"I'm sorry, baby," Yifan apologises as he rubs Jongdae's red ass cheek slowly with his fingers.
Jongdae hums happily and pushes himself further back into Yifan, ass wiggling against Yifan's bare crotch.
"Are you trying to get me hard again?"
"Maybe."
Yifan can only groan as Jongdae's hand reaches back.
NC17
Kris/Chen
Jongdae texts Yifan at work and Yifan comes home to find him all splayed out on their bed.
This was supposed to be a birthday fic for both Jongdae and xanderloves. Happy belated!? :D
And also many thanks to miyunnie ♥
Yifan leans back in his chair and lets out a huge sigh. He brings a hand up to loosen his tie and undo the top button in his collar. It’s been a rough day at work and there is nothing he wants more than to go back home. There is still a huge pile of papers for him to go through but Yifan thinks he’s had enough for the day and decides to go back home at five on the dot.
He is looking through his last pile of documents for the day when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Yifan fishes out his phone and sees that he has a new text message from Jongdae. Of course, who else would text him during work if not his boyfriend?
From: Jongdae <3
My legs are missing you in between them.
Yifan swallows. What he had expected was an ‘I miss you’ or a ‘come home quick’, not this. He’s about to reply when another text comes in.
From: Jongdae <3
I’m lying in bed and bored. If you were here right now, would you want me on my back or on my hands and knees as you fuck me open?
To: Jongdae <3
Not now, Jongdae.
Yifan puts his phone away, figuring that he shouldn’t look at his phone until he’s able to go home. He looks at the clock and thinks that he definitely can survive an hour more. He also ignores the constant vibrating in his pocket because he knows that Jongdae is probably spamming him with text messages to rile him up.
When the hour is up, Yifan immediately packs his papers up into their piles neatly, shoving his stationery into its holder by his desk calendar afterwards. He makes sure he has all his belongings in his bag before hanging the bag on his shoulder and bidding his co-workers goodbye. He finally takes out his phone and finds that Jongdae had left him with more than ten text messages.
From: Jongdae <3
I had a naughty dream last night. You were in me. Oops, I meant you were in it.
From: Jongdae <3
I’d stroke you until you’re nice and hard for me. Then I’d suck you down and make you come in my mouth.
Yifan can feel himself getting hard in his pants on his way down in the elevator as he imagines the situation in his head.
From: Jongdae <3
Fucking myself with my fingers is not enough. I need your thick cock to fill me up.
From: Jongdae <3
Can’t wait for you to get in me. Imagine the heat around your cock. It would feel so damn good.
Yifan has only gone through four messages and he’s very aware of the problem in his pants. He uses his bag to cover his front as he takes quick steps to his car. When he’s settled in the driver’s seat after throwing his bag onto the passenger seat, Yifan’s phone rings.
It’s Jongdae.
“Yifan,” Jongdae pants. “When are you coming home?”
“What are you doing right now?” Yifan asks, though he already has an idea of what Jongdae is doing.
“Fingering myself and thinking about you,” Jongdae answers, breathing heavily. “I can’t wait for you to fill me up, Yifan. I want your cock.”
Yifan leans against the headrest and although he’s tempted to touch himself through his pants, he resists and clenches his fist.
"Stop touching yourself,” he orders, turning the key in the ignition.
"But-"
"No."
"Yifan," Jongdae whines, his voice a bit more needy and Yifan can tell that Jongdae's listening to him.
"I'll be there in ten."
Yifan hangs up and throws his phone to where his bag is. He steps on the accelerator and backs out of the parking lot, starting on his drive home without caring about the speed limit. He’s got more problems to attend to.
Yifan barges through the door of the apartment he shares with Jongdae, leaving his bag on the floor and taking long strides to the bedroom where he knows Jongdae would be. He stops short at the closed bedroom door and presses his ear against the door to take in the sounds of Jongdae whimpering. His dick twitches in his pants and Yifan finally opens the door.
He wouldn’t have been able to take the sight in front of him even with sufficient mental preparation, Yifan figures. Jongdae is lying naked on the bed with his legs spread out and his head thrown back against the pillows, eyes closed and mouth open. His hands are clutching onto the bed sheets tightly, clearly trying to control himself. His cock is an angry red, curving up against his stomach. Yifan can see the veins in Jongdae’s neck and he wants to run his tongue along them. Jongdae turns his head just then and looks at Yifan through half-closed eyes, his hand inching towards his erection.
“Stop,” Yifan commands, undoing his belt buckle as he walks into the room and closes the door behind him.
Jongdae is obedient, his hand promptly stilling and his eyes following Yifan’s every move. The urge to touch himself is overwhelming but Jongdae knows better than to go against Yifan’s words. Yifan smirks at the control he has over Jongdae and removes his belt, followed by his pants, shirt and tie. Leaving his boxer briefs on, Yifan climbs on top of Jongdae and smirks down at him.
“Missed me?”
Jongdae responds with an upward jerk of his hips and his cock brushes against Yifan’s clothed erection. Yifan keeps the smirk on his face as Jongdae whines, repeatedly bucking up for more friction. He allows Jongdae to rub against him for a while because it feels fucking amazing before he leans down to seal Jongdae’s lips with his own in an open-mouthed kiss. Jongdae’s tongue licks into Yifan’s mouth instantly and Yifan knows that Jongdae is really desperate to release himself by the way Jongdae’s body reacts to his touch when Yifan runs his hand down Jongdae’s torso towards his erection.
When Yifan finally wraps his fingers around Jongdae’s aching cock, Jongdae lets out a loud whimper and brings his hands up to Yifan’s shoulders to push him down. Yifan complies, sliding down Jongdae’s body until he’s facing Jongdae’s cock, leaking pre-cum at the tip. He uses his thumb to spread the pre-cum and applies pressure on the slit which elicits a moan out of Jongdae. Jongdae whines and tries to buck his hips up to get more friction but Yifan uses his large hands to hold his hips down forcefully.
"Yifan," Jongdae groans.
Yifan grins, lowering his head so his lips can meet Jongdae's cock. When his lips wrap around the head, Jongdae instantly responds by thrusting up again and Yifan allows it. Yifan allows Jongdae to fuck up into his mouth because he knows how long Jongdae has been waiting, hollowing his cheeks which makes Jongdae grab at his hair tightly and Yifan winces.
They keep up at it for a few minutes and loud sucking sounds fill the room, and Yifan knows Jongdae is close when he starts breathing heavier and the speed of his thrusts increase but Yifan chooses to stop, letting Jongdae's cock fall out of his mouth with an obscene pop. Jongdae lets out a high-pitched whine and attempts to bring Yifan's head down to his cock again but Yifan pulls away and goes up to suck on Jongdae's collarbone where he knows Jongdae is sensitive.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so good I only remember your name," Jongdae pants, clawing at the waistband of Yifan's boxer briefs.
"Take them off."
Jongdae's fingers hook under the waistband and he drags the fabric down, letting Yifan's cock spring up as he continues pushing the undergarment down below Yifan's knees. From there, Yifan takes care of it as he stands on his knees and takes his boxer briefs off completely. Jongdae immediately brings a hand up on Yifan's neck and brings him down for their lips to meet. Yifan complies as his hands grip onto Jongdae's slim waist and he twists him around after he pulls away from the liplock. Jongdae is on his hands and knees in an instant.
"Look at you, all prepared for me," Yifan comments as his finger teases Jongdae's slick hole.
"For you. All for you," Jongdae replies, breathing heavily. "Hurry."
Yifan reaches for the lube and coats his cock with the substance, positioning himself directly at Jongdae's hole afterwards. Jongdae gasps loudly when the head of Yifan's cock enters him, hips moving back to take more of Yifan inside him. Large hands hold Jongdae's hips steady as Yifan pushes in until he's fully sheathed. He groans at the tight heat surrounding him, forcing himself to stay still as Jongdae adjusts to him.
"Move," Jongdae demands.
Yifan pulls out until only the head of his cock is in, then slams back in. Jongdae howls, fingers gripping onto their bed sheets. Yifan sets a slow pace and takes his time to watch as Jongdae's tight hole takes his cock in. His thrusts are slow and deep and drives Jongdae crazy because he wants more. He wants Yifan to fuck him hard and fast but Yifan isn't having any of it.
"No," Jongdae protests when Yifan stills his hips, the full length of his cock inside Jongdae.
Jongdae yelps when Yifan's hand comes down to his ass cheek, leaving a barely visible red handprint.
"You like that?" Yifan growls as he smacks Jongdae's ass again.
"Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!"
"Are you going to text me at work again?" Yifan slaps his ass again.
"No," Jongdae gasps. "Faster."
Yifan pulls back and thrusts in the same time his hand slaps Jongdae's ass cheek. He stills again and Jongdae glares back at him, eyebrows furrowed. Yifan smirks down at him and refuses to move.
"Move, damn it!"
"Are we not going to play nice?" Yifan raises his eyebrow, rolling his hips a little.
"Fuck playing nice. If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to go find someone who will," Jongdae threatens, and he knows he's gone over the line when Yifan's face contorts in anger.
"No one can fuck you as good as I can."
Yifan goes faster this time after pushing back in, hand coming down in time with his thrusts. Jongdae is a whimpering mess with his cheek pressed against the pillow, the sheer force of Yifan's thrusts causing his arms to give way. His ass is in the air and Yifan fucks him hard and fast, just the way he knows Jongdae wants. He stops spanking when he sees that Jongdae's ass cheek is a bright red, and he feels a little guilty and decides to make it up to Jongdae later.
"Yifan," Jongdae moans, voice shaky.
Pulling out of Jongdae, Yifan flips him around easily onto his back before he switches their positions. Jongdae sits on his torso, his hard cock an angry red and curving up towards his stomach. Yifan looks up at Jongdae and places his hands on his hips, stroking lightly as Jongdae moves to position himself above Yifan's cock. His mouth flies open as he sinks down, filling himself up again. Jongdae places his hands on Yifan's chest and lifts himself up before slamming back down. Yifan throws his head back and he helps Jongdae, setting the fast pace himself.
One of Yifan's hands leave Jongdae's hip to wrap around Jongdae's leaking cock, stroking him at the same pace Jongdae's fucking down onto him. Jongdae's high-pitched moans lets Yifan know that he's close and his hand speeds up, his hips pushing up the same time Jongdae comes down. Jongdae is delirious, head thrown back and moans leaving his open mouth.
Yifan hears Jongdae come before he feels it on his stomach as Jongdae shouts. He is still hard but close to the edge and Jongdae takes care of it by lifting himself and sliding down to take Yifan into his mouth. He sucks hard, focused on getting Yifan off. Yifan's hand comes down to grab at Jongdae's hair which makes Jongdae suck even harder, his own hand coming up to stroke quickly at what his mouth cannot cover.
Jongdae stays still as Yifan comes into his mouth, swallowing all of Yifan's cum. Both of them are panting heavily and Yifan grabs Jongdae by the arm to pull him up beside him. He reaches over to grab a few pieces of tissue to clean the mess on his stomach and throws it away in the bin under their bedside table. Yifan then turns Jongdae around so Jongdae's back is facing his chest and wraps his arms tightly around Jongdae's slim waist.
"I'm sticky," Jongdae whines.
"We can shower later," Yifan replies softly, pulling the sheets over the both of them.
"My butt hurts."
"I'm sorry, baby," Yifan apologises as he rubs Jongdae's red ass cheek slowly with his fingers.
Jongdae hums happily and pushes himself further back into Yifan, ass wiggling against Yifan's bare crotch.
"Are you trying to get me hard again?"
"Maybe."
Yifan can only groan as Jongdae's hand reaches back.