The Invention of a Fetish
The Invention of a Fetish
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; ChanKai
Genre; Romance, AU
Summary; Jongin finds himself interested in something he never expected.
Warnings and Kinks; Het, genderswap (Chanyeol), oral
Word count; 1,740
Notes; Written to fill this prompt. My first ever het! Hope I got it right.
Jongin groaned and pressed his hips forward hard. The tight heat of the mouth around him was quickly pushing him over the edge, and with a jerk of his hips and a gravelly moan, he hit his release.
Chanyeol swallowed quickly, then took a few deep breaths as she sat back, wiping the corner of her mouth. Then she smiled up at Jongin before getting to her feet.
As he tucked himself away, Jongin returned the sweet smile, then pressed close to his tall girlfriend for an even sweeter kiss. Which, it turned out, wasn't sweet at all, and had Jongin adorning a sour expression at the taste of himself on her mouth.
She chuckled at his displeasure. "Yeah, try taking an entire load of that flavor in your mouth." She reached up to pull the scrunchie out of her hair, her dirty-blonde locks falling past her shoulders. "Then toss in swollen lips and a sore jaw."
"You know I appreciate it," Jongin murmured, hands sliding along Chanyeol's sides smoothly.
"Oh?" She danced her fingertips down his arm to his hand, then led his hand down between her legs, guiding Jongin's fingers in a slow rub. "Then prove it. How about earning a sore jaw of your own?" she challenged with a raised eyebrow. Taking Jongin's hand away from herself and curling their fingers together, she led them out of the living room toward the bedroom.
Jongin smirked as he allowed himself to be tugged along, lagging behind so he could watch the sway of her body, only too happy to return his girlfriend's favor.
~~~~~
"We should paint the bathroom blue."
Jongin looked up from the micro-business finances essay he had finally gotten around to working on. Chanyeol stood in the kitchen doorway, looking around the corner into the bathroom. She turned back and stepped fully into the kitchen. "What do you think?"
If Jongin wanted to be honest he would have told Chanyeol that he thought her short shorts and low-cut tank top were a wonderful distraction from his mind-numbingly boring assignment. Instead, he offered an indifferent smile and told her, "I trust your opinions on our interior design choices more than mine, sweetheart. If you think blue would look good, let's do it."
She smiled at that, a more sincere smile than Jongin's had been. "Alright, I'll grab some paint swatches while I'm picking up stuff for dinner later and we can talk about it more."
As she headed further into the room toward the sink, Jongin allowed himself a little more time to watch her, deciding he needed a minute or two off writing so he could let his brain recharge. He watched her hips and legs as she walked, the curve of her arms and back as she stretched. He studied the way her breasts popped forward as she reached up to gather her hair on top of her head. When she slid her usual black scrunchie off her wrist to secure her hair in place, Jongin found his pants tightening. He shifted in his seat, cleared his throat, and looked away. After about three seconds of looking at his essay, his eyes rose to Chanyeol again. He decided that he needed a much longer break.
Rising from his chair, Jongin walked up behind Chanyeol and pressed against her, kissing along her shoulderblades. His hands skimmed along her stomach, then up to squeeze her breasts.
"I'm doing the dishes," Chanyeol told him in an unamused voice.
Squeezing harder and rubbing himself against her, Jongin offered, "I'll do the dishes."
She sighed. "We've made these deals before. You never follow through."
"But babe..." Jongin whined a bit.
"Why are you even doing this all of a sudden?" Chanyeol shut off the tap and turned to face her boyfriend. "What, does me doing household chores get you hot now?"
Jongin shook his head as his hands wandered Chanyeol's body playfully. "I can't just want my girlfriend for her amazing body?"
Chanyeol laughed softly and pushed Jongin away a bit. "Go write. You have homework and I need to clean. Maybe later."
Heaving a dramatic sigh, Jongin dragged his feet back over to the table and flopped down in his chair, then tried to focus on his paper instead of his stubborn girlfriend standing a few feet away.
~~~~~
Jongin had set down newspaper on the carpet and lined the room with tape meticulously. He had rollers and brushes set out, the windows open for when the paint cans were opened, and had thrown on some old clothes already flecked with paint from previous decorating projects. Checking the time, he saw that Chanyeol would be home from work any minute, so he pried the lid off their first can of paint and stirred it so it would be ready when she showed up. Jongin was just pouring some of the powder blue paint into a roller tray when he heard the front door closing.
"Ready to get messy?" he called out.
He heard keys on the coffee table and a bit more shuffling around before Chanyeol appeared in the doorway. "Very ready," she replied with a grin. She tugged the oversized shirt she'd brought with her over her head, letting it drop down to cover her tee shirt and denim shorts. "Let's do this thing."
Jongin grabbed a roller and coated it in paint, then turned to Chanyeol with the intent of asking if she wanted him to get her roller ready too. His words caught in his throat, though, as he watched her casually bundling her hair up so it wouldn't fall into her face or the paint. Swallowing and trying to position himself so Chanyeol wouldn't see his tented pants, Jongin knew he had a real problem. "I'll start over here," he told Chanyeol, heading to the opposite side of the room.
He was thankful that his body had managed to calm down by the time they met on the adjoining wall. "Accidentally" painting over Chanyeol's hand, Jongin laughed and had to dodge quickly to avoid her attempt at a revenge swipe. He spun quickly and rolled paint up her back, delighting in her squeal. But his speed advantage could only do so much in the small room before Chanyeol's superior strength and longer arms helped her emerge victorious, pinning Jongin to the unpainted wall and dipping a brush into the paint, then spending some time painting Jongin's cheeks and chest. At first Jongin struggled, but eventually he leaned back and grimly accepted his fate.
Laughing as she studied her handiwork, Chanyeol pressed a firm kiss to Jongin's lips, not caring that she was managing to transfer some of the paint from his face to hers.
"Come on," she urged. "Let's keep working so we can be done before bed."
Jongin followed her lead and resumed painting, but every now and then one of the pair would reach out and land another swipe of paint on the other, keeping them both amused until the task was done.
~~~~~
"Sit," Chanyeol commanded, pushing lightly at Jongin's shoulders. Jongin complied easily, settling back against the headboard. "I'll be right back."
Chanyeol disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, and when she reentered, she was wearing what Jongin could only think of as stripper clothes, a black skirt that barely covered anything and a skintight low-cut belly shirt with buttons along the front. The reason for the outfit became obvious quickly as she scurried across the room and turned on her mp3 player, a danceable song with heavy bass starting. Jongin could have jumped with joy. Instead, he settled in comfortably, giving Chanyeol his complete attention.
Chanyeol wasn't graceful. Jongin didn't care. Her steps as she danced were faltering and she didn't always stay on rhythm, but Jongin was more than satisfied by the performance. Especially when she moved closer to the bed and pulled open her shirt - Jongin silently thanked the inventor of tearaway buttons - and when she bent over to reveal her crotchless panties.
Topless and within touching distance of Jongin, Chanyeol turned her strip tease into a lap dance. She climbed into his lap, hips rolling to the beat but hovering above Jongin's body, never touching. Pressing her breasts together, she brought them into near contact with his face. Even when she nearly toppled over and had to catch herself on the headboard, Jongin was completely enraptured.
Chanyeol climbed back out of Jongin's lap and bent to slide her skirt off, and when she came back up, she huffed at the frustration of her wavy hair getting in her face. "Sorry," she murmured for possibly the fourth time in her dance, and she grabbed her scrunchie off the nightstand and tied her hair back quickly.
With a small groan and a further tightening of his already suffocatingly tight jeans, Jongin ran his hands over his face. "I'm like Pavlov's dog..."
"What are you talking about?" Chanyeol asked, baffled.
With a small sigh, Jongin dropped his hands to look up at her. "Every time you blow me you tie your hair back with that scrunchie. So every time you put up your hair with it, my body reacts like I'm gonna get blown." Jongin was blushing at the confession.
But Chanyeol laughed warmly and climbed back into Jongin's lap. "So it's not household chores and panting that get you hot?"
"Oh, God, you saw that when we were painting?" Jongin groaned again.
Pressing her hand to the front of Jongin's pants, Chanyeol purred, "Well, how could I miss something so big?"
Jongin pulled his girlfriend in for a harsh kiss. "You always know just what to say."
Smiling, Chanyeol deepened their kiss as she worked to free Jongin from his jeans. "How about less talking and more doing?" she suggested.
Jongin would have spent some time feeling relieved about the fact that Chanyeol didn't think his new fetish was creepy or bizarre, but it was hard to focus on much of anything a moment later as Chanyeol made use of her crotchless panties to follow through with the 'more doing' part of her suggestion. And, he discovered, confessing his strange interest proved beneficial later when Chanyeol confessed to her own unique interest in having her hair pulled hard as she neared her release ("The best orgasm I've ever had," Jongin would be sure to remember her professing that night).
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; ChanKai
Genre; Romance, AU
Summary; Jongin finds himself interested in something he never expected.
Warnings and Kinks; Het, genderswap (Chanyeol), oral
Word count; 1,740
Notes; Written to fill this prompt. My first ever het! Hope I got it right.
Jongin groaned and pressed his hips forward hard. The tight heat of the mouth around him was quickly pushing him over the edge, and with a jerk of his hips and a gravelly moan, he hit his release.
Chanyeol swallowed quickly, then took a few deep breaths as she sat back, wiping the corner of her mouth. Then she smiled up at Jongin before getting to her feet.
As he tucked himself away, Jongin returned the sweet smile, then pressed close to his tall girlfriend for an even sweeter kiss. Which, it turned out, wasn't sweet at all, and had Jongin adorning a sour expression at the taste of himself on her mouth.
She chuckled at his displeasure. "Yeah, try taking an entire load of that flavor in your mouth." She reached up to pull the scrunchie out of her hair, her dirty-blonde locks falling past her shoulders. "Then toss in swollen lips and a sore jaw."
"You know I appreciate it," Jongin murmured, hands sliding along Chanyeol's sides smoothly.
"Oh?" She danced her fingertips down his arm to his hand, then led his hand down between her legs, guiding Jongin's fingers in a slow rub. "Then prove it. How about earning a sore jaw of your own?" she challenged with a raised eyebrow. Taking Jongin's hand away from herself and curling their fingers together, she led them out of the living room toward the bedroom.
Jongin smirked as he allowed himself to be tugged along, lagging behind so he could watch the sway of her body, only too happy to return his girlfriend's favor.
~~~~~
"We should paint the bathroom blue."
Jongin looked up from the micro-business finances essay he had finally gotten around to working on. Chanyeol stood in the kitchen doorway, looking around the corner into the bathroom. She turned back and stepped fully into the kitchen. "What do you think?"
If Jongin wanted to be honest he would have told Chanyeol that he thought her short shorts and low-cut tank top were a wonderful distraction from his mind-numbingly boring assignment. Instead, he offered an indifferent smile and told her, "I trust your opinions on our interior design choices more than mine, sweetheart. If you think blue would look good, let's do it."
She smiled at that, a more sincere smile than Jongin's had been. "Alright, I'll grab some paint swatches while I'm picking up stuff for dinner later and we can talk about it more."
As she headed further into the room toward the sink, Jongin allowed himself a little more time to watch her, deciding he needed a minute or two off writing so he could let his brain recharge. He watched her hips and legs as she walked, the curve of her arms and back as she stretched. He studied the way her breasts popped forward as she reached up to gather her hair on top of her head. When she slid her usual black scrunchie off her wrist to secure her hair in place, Jongin found his pants tightening. He shifted in his seat, cleared his throat, and looked away. After about three seconds of looking at his essay, his eyes rose to Chanyeol again. He decided that he needed a much longer break.
Rising from his chair, Jongin walked up behind Chanyeol and pressed against her, kissing along her shoulderblades. His hands skimmed along her stomach, then up to squeeze her breasts.
"I'm doing the dishes," Chanyeol told him in an unamused voice.
Squeezing harder and rubbing himself against her, Jongin offered, "I'll do the dishes."
She sighed. "We've made these deals before. You never follow through."
"But babe..." Jongin whined a bit.
"Why are you even doing this all of a sudden?" Chanyeol shut off the tap and turned to face her boyfriend. "What, does me doing household chores get you hot now?"
Jongin shook his head as his hands wandered Chanyeol's body playfully. "I can't just want my girlfriend for her amazing body?"
Chanyeol laughed softly and pushed Jongin away a bit. "Go write. You have homework and I need to clean. Maybe later."
Heaving a dramatic sigh, Jongin dragged his feet back over to the table and flopped down in his chair, then tried to focus on his paper instead of his stubborn girlfriend standing a few feet away.
~~~~~
Jongin had set down newspaper on the carpet and lined the room with tape meticulously. He had rollers and brushes set out, the windows open for when the paint cans were opened, and had thrown on some old clothes already flecked with paint from previous decorating projects. Checking the time, he saw that Chanyeol would be home from work any minute, so he pried the lid off their first can of paint and stirred it so it would be ready when she showed up. Jongin was just pouring some of the powder blue paint into a roller tray when he heard the front door closing.
"Ready to get messy?" he called out.
He heard keys on the coffee table and a bit more shuffling around before Chanyeol appeared in the doorway. "Very ready," she replied with a grin. She tugged the oversized shirt she'd brought with her over her head, letting it drop down to cover her tee shirt and denim shorts. "Let's do this thing."
Jongin grabbed a roller and coated it in paint, then turned to Chanyeol with the intent of asking if she wanted him to get her roller ready too. His words caught in his throat, though, as he watched her casually bundling her hair up so it wouldn't fall into her face or the paint. Swallowing and trying to position himself so Chanyeol wouldn't see his tented pants, Jongin knew he had a real problem. "I'll start over here," he told Chanyeol, heading to the opposite side of the room.
He was thankful that his body had managed to calm down by the time they met on the adjoining wall. "Accidentally" painting over Chanyeol's hand, Jongin laughed and had to dodge quickly to avoid her attempt at a revenge swipe. He spun quickly and rolled paint up her back, delighting in her squeal. But his speed advantage could only do so much in the small room before Chanyeol's superior strength and longer arms helped her emerge victorious, pinning Jongin to the unpainted wall and dipping a brush into the paint, then spending some time painting Jongin's cheeks and chest. At first Jongin struggled, but eventually he leaned back and grimly accepted his fate.
Laughing as she studied her handiwork, Chanyeol pressed a firm kiss to Jongin's lips, not caring that she was managing to transfer some of the paint from his face to hers.
"Come on," she urged. "Let's keep working so we can be done before bed."
Jongin followed her lead and resumed painting, but every now and then one of the pair would reach out and land another swipe of paint on the other, keeping them both amused until the task was done.
~~~~~
"Sit," Chanyeol commanded, pushing lightly at Jongin's shoulders. Jongin complied easily, settling back against the headboard. "I'll be right back."
Chanyeol disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, and when she reentered, she was wearing what Jongin could only think of as stripper clothes, a black skirt that barely covered anything and a skintight low-cut belly shirt with buttons along the front. The reason for the outfit became obvious quickly as she scurried across the room and turned on her mp3 player, a danceable song with heavy bass starting. Jongin could have jumped with joy. Instead, he settled in comfortably, giving Chanyeol his complete attention.
Chanyeol wasn't graceful. Jongin didn't care. Her steps as she danced were faltering and she didn't always stay on rhythm, but Jongin was more than satisfied by the performance. Especially when she moved closer to the bed and pulled open her shirt - Jongin silently thanked the inventor of tearaway buttons - and when she bent over to reveal her crotchless panties.
Topless and within touching distance of Jongin, Chanyeol turned her strip tease into a lap dance. She climbed into his lap, hips rolling to the beat but hovering above Jongin's body, never touching. Pressing her breasts together, she brought them into near contact with his face. Even when she nearly toppled over and had to catch herself on the headboard, Jongin was completely enraptured.
Chanyeol climbed back out of Jongin's lap and bent to slide her skirt off, and when she came back up, she huffed at the frustration of her wavy hair getting in her face. "Sorry," she murmured for possibly the fourth time in her dance, and she grabbed her scrunchie off the nightstand and tied her hair back quickly.
With a small groan and a further tightening of his already suffocatingly tight jeans, Jongin ran his hands over his face. "I'm like Pavlov's dog..."
"What are you talking about?" Chanyeol asked, baffled.
With a small sigh, Jongin dropped his hands to look up at her. "Every time you blow me you tie your hair back with that scrunchie. So every time you put up your hair with it, my body reacts like I'm gonna get blown." Jongin was blushing at the confession.
But Chanyeol laughed warmly and climbed back into Jongin's lap. "So it's not household chores and panting that get you hot?"
"Oh, God, you saw that when we were painting?" Jongin groaned again.
Pressing her hand to the front of Jongin's pants, Chanyeol purred, "Well, how could I miss something so big?"
Jongin pulled his girlfriend in for a harsh kiss. "You always know just what to say."
Smiling, Chanyeol deepened their kiss as she worked to free Jongin from his jeans. "How about less talking and more doing?" she suggested.
Jongin would have spent some time feeling relieved about the fact that Chanyeol didn't think his new fetish was creepy or bizarre, but it was hard to focus on much of anything a moment later as Chanyeol made use of her crotchless panties to follow through with the 'more doing' part of her suggestion. And, he discovered, confessing his strange interest proved beneficial later when Chanyeol confessed to her own unique interest in having her hair pulled hard as she neared her release ("The best orgasm I've ever had," Jongin would be sure to remember her professing that night).