Park "Pussy Smasher" Chanyeol
Title: Park "Pussy Smasher" Chanyeol
Pairing: Chen/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chanyeol thinks Jongdae is a bottom bitch. Jongdae (eventually) (begrudgingly) agrees.
notes: none of u know that this is actually my otp bye
Park Chanyeol is a royal asshole. He's the definition of hit-it-and-quit-it -- the master of booty calls. He's good looking and a total douche because he knows he's been sculpted by the gods. Girls like him because he's dreamy and aloof, guys like him because he's sporty and a general man's man, but Kim Jongdae?
"I hate him," he confesses to his best friend, Minseok.
Minseok doesn't bat an eye, "Are you still mad that he helped you get a book in the library? Most chicks call that 'romantic'."
"There is nothing romantic about a grown man picking up another man so he can reach the book. He picked me up, he could have gotten the book for me with his gorilla arms and then I might have been charmed but instead he decided to give me vertigo."
"Lots of girls would murder to have Park Chanyeol lift them up," Minseok shrugs and pokes his straw through his juice box.
"I think you're forgetting that I'm not a girl," Jongdae grunts for emphasis (manly) as he aggressively highlights a passage in his business and finance textbook with a pink highlighter (not manly).
"Really? Because you're really making your ~manly~ case huffing around all pink-cheeked and..." Minseok's eyes drop pointedly to the highlighter.
Jongdae drops the pen and throws his hands up, "I borrowed it from Sehun!"
"Look, so Chanyeol hit on you." Minseok speaks matter-of-factly as he sets his juice box down. "The world isn't ending." He steals some chips from Jongdae's tray.
"He was bullying me," Jongdae scoffs. "No way Park "Pussy Smasher" Chanyeol is into dudes."
"I'm just saying, what he did to you wasn't exactly one-hundred percent heterosexual." Another chip, and Jongdae picks up the highlighter to thwack the older boy's hand.
"He wasn't flirting," Jongdae repeats, going back to studying.
"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?" Minseok sucks his juice until the box caves in.
Jongdae accidentally highlights too much of the passage.
--
When Park Chanyeol parks his ass at the same table Jongdae is sitting at in the library (the fucking huge library), Jongdae pretends he doesn't exist. Unfortunately, Park Chanyeol does exist, and even though they're in college, Jongdae all of a sudden feels like they're back in high school -- the jock and the nerd.
"I don't need help reaching the top shelf today, you don't need to hang around." Jongdae's switched from pink highlighter to blue, somehow managing purple lines in between (he's guessing it was when Baekhyun asked to borrow his book after lunch). His text book looks like a pride parade puked on it.
"Actually this table is kinda high, I was gonna offer my lap as a booster seat."
Jongdae looks up and Chanyeol's got a smug smirk on his face, his long body reclined in the un-reclinable chair, legs spread invitingly. He even pats his lap, a silent request for Jongdae and the accounting major stares at him for a second, and then returns to his textbook, saying nothing but highlighting with maybe a bit too much pressure because he crinkles the page he's on.
"Yah," Chanyeol's deep voice sends chills down Jongdae's spine, "you straight?"
Whatever Jongdae thought Chanyeol might say in that moment flew out of his head because that definitely was not it. Why Chanyeol is asking that, Jongdae has no clue -- Minseok's words come back to him and Jongdae taps his highlighter on his textbook in mild agitation.
"What do you think?" he meant it to come off sarcastic and snappy but the reality is that he sounds like a frightened kitten.
Chanyeol rakes his gaze over the other and Jongdae squirms -- Chanyeol's eyes are heavy as lead and hot as lava. "I think you're a bottom bitch."
"Woah," Jongdae immediately gets defensive, "what the fuck?"
Chanyeol just grins, hitting his palm on the table lightly as he stands. "I bet you look good on your back." There's a brief eyebrow in there and oh God Jongdae is going to choke. "I'll see you later."
Chanyeol leaves and Jongdae sucks in a breath and really does choke. Did that seriously just happen? Was Chanyeol really hitting on him? He hits his chest idly to calm down the choking, before he gathers his things and high-tails it out of the library.
--
Five minutes later, he bursts open the door to Sehun and Baekhyun's dorm.
"I want Park Chanyeol to physically and emotionally abuse me," he announces.
Sehun rolls his eyes and goes back to clipping his nails, but Baekhyun takes immediate interest.
"What?"
Jongdae plows in and throws his bag to the side and sits on the couch between his two friends. Sehun grunts in displeasure at being jostled and Baekhyun pauses his video game.
"I was in the library and Chanyeol called me a bottom bitch," Jongdae explains. Recalling the amused but charged look in Chanyeol's eyes, he frantically shakes Baekhyun's shoulders. "I want him to do it again, help!"
"God, you're so gay," Sehun comments.
Baekhyun and Jongdae stare at his home-manicure kit sprawled on the coffee table. Sehun answers by rubbing cuticle cream over his fingers.
"Dude, you've been complaining all week that you hate Park Chanyeol," Baekhyun says, eyes and fingers on his phone as he taps away at the screen.
"That was before he asked me to sit on his lap," Jongdae glances at Baekhyun's phone. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Baekhyun sets his phone aside nonchalantly. "I didn't know you had a sex drive, Nerd Dae. Aren't you a virgin or something?"
"You guys are all assholes and I hate you."
The door opens and Minseok comes in, hauling the exchange student, Kris, who looks totally annoyed. Which is frightening because if Chanyeol is a gorilla Kris is fucking King Kong.
Realizing that Kris, Chanyeol's best friend, is now in the room, Jongdae punches Baekhyun in the chest.
"What!?" Baekhyun shrieks and rubs his chest, shoving Jongdae in turn. "Kris can help!"
"You're such a gosship wheel," Sehun drawls.
"Thut up, Thehun," Baekhyun snaps.
Sehun throws his cuticle pusher and hits Baekhyun in the forehead.
"Um," Kris tries to back away. "I don't know what's happening..."
"Don't pretend like you don't speak Korean," Minseok's got a grip on Kris' wrist and it's funny because he's half Kris' size but they have awkward crushes on each other so Kris stays put.
"Oh," Kris' gaze falls on Jongdae, who tries vehemently to fuse into the couch, "aren't you Jongdae?"
Jongdae furiously shakes his head no and starts to fit his body between the couch cushions. Baekhyun, pipes up a helpful "he sure is!" and Jongdae groans.
"Aren't you supposed to be tutoring Chanyeol right now?" Kris asks, his caterpillar brows furrowing in clear confusion. Asshole doesn't even have an accent, Jongdae notices bitterly. But then the question registers and Jongdae sits up, his own look of confusion beyond the rest of the arched brows in the room.
"Tutoring Chanyeol?"
There's a knock to the door and Minseok turns around and opens it, since he's right there, and what do you know? On the other side is Chanyeol, snapback tipped back on his head, doofy smile on his face and backpack draped over his shoulder.
"I'm not tutoring him--" Jongdae starts to protest but Baekhyun makes some weird animal call and stands up, promptly shuffling everyone out of the room with various tongue clucks and turkey gobbles and the next thing Jongdae knows, it's just him and Chanyeol in Baekhyun and Sehun's dorm room.
"No, you're not," Chanyeol says, dropping his bag to the floor and striding towards the couch. Jongdae shrinks back and Chanyeol hovers over him, his hands on either side of Jongdae's head, propping himself up on the cushions and effectively caging the smaller boy. The grin on Chanyeol's lips is predatory and Jongdae feels a heat rise to the surface of his skin. "You know why I'm here."
"Actually I really don't," Jongdae's voice cracks a little.
Chanyeol pulls away only to sit down on the couch next to Jongdae and for a second Jongdae thinks he's safe, but then Chanyeol is grabbing his hips and his thighs and absolutely manhandling him onto his lap, Jongdae's knees on either side of Chanyeol's narrow waist, his ass perched on his lap and hands reflexively resting on Chanyeol's shoulders. He's surprised and disoriented and holy God Chanyeol is really sitting him on his lap and looking up at him with an expression he's probably given nine hundred fucking girls--
"You're not gay," Jongdae blurts out.
"I don't have to be gay to think you'd be a good fuck," Chanyeol replies and logically that makes no sense.
But Jongdae can't reply because as soon as he opens his mouth, the fingers of Chanyeol's right hand tangle in the hair on the nape of his neck and yank his head backwards, Chanyeol's left hand gripping over his hip possessively. Instead of words a choked, embarrassingly submissive noise falls from Jongdae's lips and Chanyeol is so satisfied with that, he lets out an approving groan low in his throat and ok, Jongdae is going to pop a boner any moment and if Chanyeol is just fucking with him this is going to turn into an incredibly awkward situation.
"Did you know for the longest time, I didn't approach you because I thought you were a virgin?" Chanyeol's voice is low but brimming with amusement and Jongdae scrunches his nose up in reply, since he can't really form words with Chanyeol craning his head back at an unnatural angle. The question is clearly written all over Jongdae's features and Chanyeol answers easily, "You have the perfect body."
Jongdae can't help but snort. He's a fucking accounting major, he doesn't exercise for shit and the only reason he watches what he eats is because he'll gain ten pounds off of half a donut.
"Really," Chanyeol's voice lowers to a purr as his fingers squeeze Jongdae's hips, forcing his little frame to rock slowly. Jongdae's breath hitches. "You're the perfect size, for me. I can pick you up, you can sit on my lap. I can throw you around and you're small enough to do it but sturdy enough to take it." Jongdae is going to assume that girls don't appreciate being thrown around in the manner that Chanyeol is implying.
"Basically," Jongdae licks his dry lips, tilting his head a bit to alleviate some of the pressure of Chanyeol's fingers pulling on his scalp, "you're saying I'm the perfect fuck toy."
"You are," the other praises and Jongdae should be offended that Park Chanyeol One Night Stand Extraordinaire sees him as his next conquest, but he can't be bothered to feel anything but tiny surges of arousal that make his fingertips and toes tingle. "You're anything but a virgin, aren't you?"
Jongdae's last relationship sort of blew up in his face when he asked his boyfriend of eight months to choke him. Of course, his ex had freaked out, too gentle to even harm a fly, and while he didn't call Jongdae a sick and twisted bastard it was heavily implied when he suggested they part ways because they 'both desire different things in a romantic partner'. So yeah, Jongdae is anything but a virgin, however his darkest desires have yet to be played out because after his ex dropped him like a hot potato he's been terrified to ask anybody to do anything sexually extreme to him. He hasn't dated and he hasn't taken interest in anyone and honestly he'd never given Chanyeol a second thought til he was literally swept off his feet the other day in the library.
But now that the opportunity is in front of him, as sudden and startling as it is, Jongdae can't let it slip through his fingers. Not with Chanyeol's tone of voice, the promising, possessive tenure of his fingers -- Jongdae obediently shakes his head in response to the question and Chanyeol lets out a little chuckle.
"I think we can help each other out," Chanyeol takes on a tone of proposition. "I see us as... sexually compatible.
"You don't even know what I'm like," Jongdae says but his words turn into a wheeze when Chanyeol cranes his head back further with a subtle tug of his fingers.
"Don't I?" the other laughs. "When I picked you up you acted like you wanted to put up a fight but you didn't want me to put you down. When I asked you to sit on my lap, you contemplated it. I don't need to fuck you or even talk it out with you to know what you're like." His grip releases on Jongdae's hair and Jongdae lets an appreciative noise fall from his lips; but Chanyeol is then cupping the back of his neck and bringing him close, forcing eye contact. "You're a bottom bitch that needs to be controlled."
Everything is spiraling out of coherency for Jongdae. It's only been a short few days that he's actually paid attention to Chanyeol and now he's on his friend's couch, on Chanyeol's lap, his dick half-hard and his heart ready to puke out of his nostrils from how much adrenaline and arousal is pumping through his body. Then again, it doesn't really matter because Chanyeol's hand guides Jongdae's hips to grind down against him and... yeah, so Chanyeol is one-hundred percent correct.
"Let me take care of you," Chanyeol coos, a dangerous edge lacing his consoling voice. It's a yes or no question, a decision to hand himself over to Chanyeol or deny him and carry on -- carry on wondering what it's like, carry on without knowing what could happen.
Jongdae meets Chanyeol's gaze and he's irritated to see the other so calm and collected like he always is, the lazy bastard, leisurely and totally relaxed in his position of power like it's a common thing for him to ask spritely young men to be his fuck-thing. There's something else in Chanyeol's eyes, though, something that suggests that he is interested solely in Jongdae -- whether it's in this moment or for a longer period of time, Chanyeol wants Jongdae and only Jongdae, and he seems intent on getting just that.
Jongdae nods his head.
Chanyeol smashes their face together in what Jongdae is sure is supposed to be a kiss. This isn't like any kiss he's had before (loving, shy, testing, unsure), this kiss is full of control and confidence, Chanyeol's tongue licking into Jongdae's mouth and Jongdae can barely keep up. Both of Chanyeol's hands scoot Jongdae up on his lap and Jongdae lets his thighs squeeze Chanyeol's sides in turn, his fingers sliding over the slopes of the other's shoulders, up over the arch of his neck and back down again, unsure of where he should put them. Chanyeol seems unbothered by Jongdae's wandering hands and his own move to start pulling up Jongdae's shirt, the smaller leaning back so it can slide over his head. But when it comes to his arms, Chanyeol twists the shirt and locks Jongdae's arms behind him, completely limiting his movement and restricting him. Jongdae lets out a surprised noise and his dick comes to full hardness at the smirk Chanyeol sends up at him. Chanyeol rocks his hips up and it off-sets Jongdae's balance, toppling him over to the side, face-first into the cushions. Chuckling, Chanyeol runs a hand over the smooth expanse of Jongdae's exposed back, before twisting the fabric of his t-shirt for emphasis.
"This is more like it, huh?" Chanyeol's voice is dark and he feels so fucking powerful, looming over Jongdae's back as his head dips so his teeth can nibble over the shell of the smaller's ear. Jongdae nods and closes his eyes, ashamed and aroused and oh God is Chanyeol just gonna tie him up and leave him? That fleeting fear roots itself into Jongdae's brain and he lets out a little whimper but Chanyeol must sense the trepidation, because his touch turns a bit reverent and then his lips are pressing to the small of Jongdae's back. "Don't think about my reputation."
"Kinda hard," Jongdae snorts. "How many girls have you fucked this week?"
"None," Chanyeol easily replies with a crooked grin that Jongdae can see out of his peripheral vision. "Been too busy trying to get your attention."
"Oh, Romeo," Jongdae rolls his eyes.
The flat of Chanyeol's hand connects with Jongdae's thigh and he lets out a sharp cry, eyes closing and fingers flexing uselessly with his arms crossed behind his back.
"We'll get into technicalities later but I don't want you patronizing me when I'm about to offer you the best dicking of your life," Chanyeol says, rubbing over the denim that covers the flesh that Jongdae knows is turning red. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against his now sensitive skin makes him shiver and he keeps the whine in the back of his throat, not ready to let himself crumble that quick. "So don't."
Jongdae nods, whispering out a little "yeah, sorry". He's getting an idea of what kind of relationship Chanyeol wants with him and it terrifies and excites him all at once and oh fuck is Jongdae ready for something like that? With fucking Park God Damn Chanyeol?
Chanyeol's leaning over Jongdae's back again and his hands move to start undoing Jongdae's belt and the fastenings of his pants. His teeth scrape over the jut of Jongdae's shoulder blades and his voice rumbles through every cell in Jongdae's flesh, low and dark and still with that hint of mild amusement that he usually carries around. "You don't even have a clue how perfect you are."
Enlighten me, is the first thing that pops into Jongdae's head, but he doesn't want another reprimand from Chanyeol so he just stays quiet, doing his best to not shift his hips needily when Chanyeol's hands push his pants down to his thighs.
"Our height difference is perfect," Chanyeol continues. "I'll be able to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want, wherever I want."
Well, that's getting a bit overzealous, isn't it? Jongdae chews his lip, his mind supplying him with a few images of what Chanyeol might be talking about.
"Jongdae, Jongdae, Jongdae," Chanyeol hums as he leans back, pulling his body away from Jongdae's and Jongdae knows that he's staring at the curve of his ass in his boxer-briefs. Chanyeol's finger dips beyond the waistband and he traces the flesh around Jongdae's hips, and over the round of his butt and he lets a finger dip into his crack before both hands are gripping both globes in his hand, fleshy and greedy and consuming as he gropes Jongdae fully. Jongdae can't resist the whine this time, his back arching and with his arms pinned behind him his chest and face are pressed into the cushions and he tries to spread his legs but his jeans are around his knees and he can't get any wider than he is right now (which isn't nearly enough).
"Responsive," Chanyeol remarks with clear pleasure. As he works Jongdae's pants off the rest of the way Jongdae tries to rack his brain and imagine Chanyeol in every day life -- you know, when he's not trying to mack on someone. But Jongdae's never seen Chanyeol just hang out or do something simple, he's always grinning at girls and showing off whether he's on the basketball court or in line at fucking lunch. He knows now why girls flock to him, why girls are powerless and just... succumb to his whims because it's impossible to not respond to that voice and his incredibly precise touches. It's not about whether or not Chanyeol is attractive (but it helps), it's the sword that he wields and the shield he puts around himself.
Jongdae's pants are off and he can now spread his legs to his heart's content (which is the width of the couch), knees pressing into the cushions and fingers finding the fabric of his shirt, not to pull it off in any way, but to tangle in the material to give him something to grip onto. He's so exposed and yeah, his ex fucked him, sure, but it was pretty vanilla and he was all lovey dovey about it and Jongdae has never been visually devoured like this. He can't see Chanyeol but he can feel everywhere the other's eyes rove over him -- down the curve of his spine, over the apple of his ass, down the thickness of his thighs. Chanyeol's hand soon follows and he's touching again, like he's memorizing what's on display for him and again Jongdae is struck wondering if Chanyeol is going to perform the one-hit wonder: fuck Jongdae and then leave him alone forever.
Another uncomfortable twist in his gut alongside his arousal and Chanyeol starts inching Jongdae's underwear over his skin, the hot puff of his breath washing over Jongdae's crack and he shudders violently because he didn't think Chanyeol's face was that close to his body. Some more maneuvering and Jongdae is totally naked save for the shirt binding his hands and arms and there's a brief moment of clothes rustling and when Chanyeol leans over Jongdae again, it's flesh to flesh and Jongdae closes his eyes, unable to hold back the groan that erupts from his chest.
"We're gonna get formalities out of the way," Chanyeol says in an airy but definite tone of voice. Jongdae nods his consent, even though he doesn't know what that means.
Apparently, it means Chanyeol pulling away only to drag his tongue down the cleft of Jongdae's ass and Jongdae's body bucks, eyes opening in surprise. This is a formality? This is definitely the dictionary definition of improper. Chanyeol's tongue is heavy and wet and it swirls around Jongdae's hole and his body clenches in response, the area untouched for almost a year now. Chanyeol chuckles and it's like he knows that Jongdae hasn't seen any action in a while (and well, since most people think Jongdae is a virgin, it's a very appropriate assumption) so he takes his time, dragging the flat of his tongue over the pucker as his hands move to grab at Jongdae's asscheeks, pulling them apart to give him more room. Whatever Chanyeol's done before, with however many girls (or guys, Jongdae still isn't sure if Chanyeol's fucked a dude before), Jongdae suddenly doesn't hold against him because fuck he knows what he's doing.
Jongdae's writhing, squirming and unable to do anything but drown in the sensations that are shocking through his body. Sometimes Chanyeol hums and his voice is so low that it reaches the pits of Jongdae's stomach and makes him let out really embarrassing, high-pitched whimpers, which then makes Chanyeol laugh and those vibrations are equally as nice. Chanyeol's fingers start to probe alongside his tongue and when he's got two in he starts stretching Jongdae slowly, his mouth dropping down so his tongue can swipe over Jongdae's hanging balls -- Jongdae's totally unrestrained emotionally by then, entirely giving in to the pleasure that Chanyeol is really giving him. And, Jongdae thinks hazily, you gotta really like dudes to get your face near their balls, so any doubts on Chanyeol's sexuality get thrown out the window because Jongdae doesn't know any straight guy looking for a fuck that would be so thorough.
Jongdae would like to think that he has the opinion that Chanyeol is an asshole because Chanyeol is an asshole. But before today Jongdae had never extensively talked to him and maybe he's being a bit biased because currently Chanyeol's two fingers are pressing against his prostate slowly and deliciously, but Jongdae actually thinks he might have misunderstood Chanyeol.
"Perfect bottom bitch," Chanyeol purrs.
Alright so maybe he's an asshole with a soft side for cute submissive boys which in that case, Jongdae is in extreme luck.
"Please," Jongdae pushes past his dry, parted lips, his eyes closed because he can't see Chanyeol from this angle and he doesn't want to stare at Baekhyun's paused Mortal Kombat while he's getting ate out.
"Want this dick?" Oh God, is he going to be like that? Jongdae really wants to break his silent promise and retort with a bit of snark but then Chanyeol's dick really is rubbing along the cleft of his ass and yes, yes Jongdae wants that dick, he wants to be stuffed up, he wants Chanyeol to rail him into the couch until Jongdae is reduced to a drooling barely-sentient being.
But Jongdae isn't too good at verbalizing things like that (yet) so he just nods and pushes his hips back, fingers twisting his shirt. He's a bit surprised, honestly, that Chanyeol is giving it to him so quickly, so easily -- doesn't he want hand job? A blow job or something?
The sound of Chanyeol spitting reaches Jongdae's ears and he imagines the saliva dripping from Chanyeol's mouth onto his dick and fuck, Jongdae hasn't even seen Chanyeol's cock but he wants it so bad. There's a slightly wet sound and Jongdae knows Chanyeol is jerking his cock, spreading the saliva around and then Chanyeol's fingers pull out from Jongdae's ass and he whines, he whimpers and his ass clenches in an attempt to keep the sensation on his nerve ends but Chanyeol doesn't leave him hanging for long because he feels the thick head of his dick pressing to his hole and oh. Oh shit. He hasn't been totally prepped and he hasn't had sex in like a year and this is going to hurt really bad, isn't it?
"Brace yourself, baby," Chanyeol says, one hand curling around Jongdae's shoulder to lift him up some and curve his back, his other hand gripping Jongdae's hip.
Jongdae had thought Chanyeol would ease into him but he's never been more wrong in his life. Chanyeol slams fully in with one thrust and Jongdae lets a scream rip from his throat, thankful that Chanyeol's hands are propping him up because he'd either fly across the room from the force or plow into the couch so hard his face would break. The pain is excruciating but the stretch is pleasurable and it's those two sensations that are twisting through his veins and giving him mixed signals, his whole body flushing with the heat and oh God it feels fucking amazing to be tore open like that, it feels fucking fantastic to not be treated like a breakable porcelain doll. Chanyeol lets him adjust for a few seconds before he pulls out and slides back in, the fit tight and Jongdae hears Chanyeol's breath a bit stuttery, a bit of pride and satisfaction swelling in his chest because he knows Chanyeol must be in euphoria right now with an almost virgin-tight hole swallowing his dick. The drag is a bit rough and there's not enough lubricant but Jongdae never knew sex could feel this great, this raw and powerful and totally mind blowing. Chanyeol gradually picks up the pace and both hands settle on Jongdae's hips when he's sure Jongdae won't suffocate in the cushions and Jongdae rests his chest down, rocking his body to meet Chanyeol's thrusts, his dick bobbing and drooling precum onto the suede and aha, Baekhyun is going to flip his shit.
"Shit," Chanyeol suddenly curses and pulls out and Jongdae lets out a mewl (oh God), his asshole immediately clenching around nothing and his hips quaking with the need to be grabbed again. Did Chanyeol cum already? Fuck, maybe he's really not everything everyone makes him out to be-- "Come here." Chanyeol is sitting back and he's using this massive, hidden upper-body strength to pull Jongdae onto his lap once more and Jongdae's a bit disoriented with the shift because the head of Chanyeol's dick is pressing against his hole and that was a really fucking talented switch of positions. Chanyeol reaches around behind Jongdae and undoes the shirt, tossing it aside and freeing Jongdae's arms and his joints are sore as his arms immediately come forward, resting over Chanyeol's shoulders as the taller guides Jongdae down onto his cock.
Sitting on it is much different, truthfully Jongdae's never tried this position (a non-virgin virgin, really) and the angle is perfect and letting gravity sit him down heavily on Chanyeol's dick is heaven. It takes him a second to gather the strength in his thighs to lift himself up a fraction and drop again, but he gets the hang of it and now that he's got use of his arms it's easy to leverage himself with Chanyeol's shoulders, as he starts to bounce and fill himself up. Chanyeol's hands are on his hips and his head is tipped back, eyes closed and mouth dropped open and even his sex face is perfect and it's infuriatingly arousing to look at the plump of his pink lips, his brows knitted and he'd forgotten to take his snapback off but he'd managed to turn it backwards and holy fuck. In this moment Jongdae has never been more attracted to anybody in the history of him being attracted to people. He reaches out with a hand and his fingers curve around the nape of Chanyeol's neck, the other's eyes opening and regarding him hazily and that look shoots straight to Jongdae's dick as he surges forward and presses their mouths together, a deep, sloppy kiss that's full of frustration and lust and everything in between and maybe a newfound affection. It might be the dick hitting his prostate but yeah, Jongdae definitely feels affection for Chanyeol. Kinda. A tiny bit.
Chanyeol returns the kiss and Jongdae decides that Chanyeol probably isn't a good kisser, in or out of the bedroom. He probably uses too much tongue, tries to be too dominant, he probably gropes too even if he's in a hallway or something. But it doesn't matter because Chanyeol is a shitty kisser but he's domineering and hot as hell and Jongdae is controlling the speed of their fucking and the force of his bouncing and he feels himself ready to tip over the brink -- he pants out into Chanyeol's mouth and he meant to say something like 'I'm close' but nothing comes out and Chanyeol gets the hint anyway, his fingers wrapping around Jongdae's cock to give him short, quick strokes totally out of time with his movements.
Jongdae comes and his nails dig into the flesh of Chanyeol's shoulders, his cum spilling over Chanyeol's hand and even spurting up a bit onto his chest. Chanyeol just lets out a laugh, smile full of teeth and his hands grip Jongdae's hips to still them after the orgasm has been ridden out; Chanyeol leans forward, teeth dragging along the line of Jongdae's jaw before they tug on his earlobe.
"Suck me off."
Well, Jongdae doesn't need to be told twice. His limbs are noodly and he climbs off of Chanyeol's cock, wincing a little because now his ass is feeling the repercussions; he kneels between Chanyeol's legs and takes his cock into sight. God, it's beautiful. Proportionate to Chanyeol's body and flushed a pretty red, curved just slightly to the left -- Jongdae takes it into his mouth and Chanyeol immediately tangles his fingers into his hair, fucking up into his mouth and Jongdae chokes because he's nowhere near the level of deep-throating but Chanyeol doesn't care and he barely lets up, tears rolling down Jongdae's cheeks from lack of oxygen and the abuse his throat is taking, his body spasming as he chokes and tries not to puke. Chanyeol comes without warning Jongdae and it spills down his throat, really making him choke and he pulls off, reaching a hand up to his mouth to make sure he doesn't make a mess. What he didn't catch in his mouth he licks off his lips and chin with his tongue, and both his ass and his mouth feel thoroughly used and welp, now he can't move, as he just sorta collapses on the floor with his cheek resting on Chanyeol's inner thigh, eyes closing in exhaustion.
A year without sex and this is how he gets re-introduced, of course.
He doesn't get much time to bask in the after glow because Chanyeol recovers quicker than he does, carefully getting up and using a shirt to clean up the mess on their bodies. He dresses himself and then helps Jongdae into his boxers and jeans, the two of them standing intimately close as Jongdae allows the other to put him back together.
"Yah," Chanyeol slides an arm around Jongdae's waist, pulling him closer.
"Hm?" Jongdae is almost expecting a confession, an 'I like you' to go along with the 'I want to fuck you'. He is almost expecting Chanyeol to kiss his lips and exchange numbers and then walk him back to his dorm--
"I uh, used your shirt to clean us up. Do you have a spare?"
Jongdae regains his strength and punches Chanyeol in the spleen.
--
"So are you two like, dating?" Sehun asks two weeks later, the group of them hanging out in a local cafe. Baekhyun had sold his couch and was waiting for the new one to be delivered.
"Yeah."
"No."
Minseok and Jongdae both reply, and Kris and Chanyeol both raise brows.
Minseok gives Jongdae a dead look, then turns to Sehun. "Who were you talking to?"
"I wasn't aware I was surrounded by homos," Sehun snorts, taking a sip of his bubble tea.
"Like you have any room to talk," Baekhyun says way louder than necessary.
Sehun ignores him and raises his hand, greeting someone approaching. The girl that comes to the table has huge eyes and long, straight brown hair, an innocent air about her and a skirt with a hemline that suggests that she's anything but. She smiles fondly at Sehun and leans down, pressing a kiss to his lips -- it turns into an exchange of leftover bubble tea on Sehun's tongue and the other five occupants of the table are staring blatantly.
"Kyungsoon noona," Sehun's smiling up at her and then he's standing, grabbing his bubble tea. "Ready for the movie?"
The girl, Kyungsoon, nods shyly and casts a small, apprehensive smile to the table before Sehun's hand rests possessively on the small of her back, leading her away with a little smirk curling on his features.
"I didn't see that coming," Jongdae says, arching a brow and watching as Sehun whispers something in Kyungsoon's ear, making her blush and giggle.
Baekhyun grabs Jongdae by the scruff and shakes him violently, "No one saw that coming!!"
"I saw that coming," Chanyeol says.
Kris nods in agreement.
Minseok just shrugs and sucks his juice box til it caves in on itself.
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