wicked games (standalone)
kris/chanyeol | NC-17 | pwp ftw | 1, 992 words
because wu fan is his first boyfriend, chanyeol is still being the ridiculously timid, inexperienced kid when it comes to sex.
he had whimpered pitifully when wu fan stuck his hand on his pants, and came in about thirty seconds later. his hand trembled when he tried to relieve his boyfriend, and had shrieked that he couldn’t believe hyung has such a big cock!―he had flushed tomato red, from his face to his navel when he got naked in front of wu fan. he cried when wu fan dry-humped him on the sofa of exo m’s dorm. he even whined when wu fan fondled with his balls before pressing a thumb to his entrance (and he came just like that).
wu fan, on the other hand, handles everything with a casual manner; he doesn’t laugh at chanyeol. he is never tired to encourage chanyeol to relax his breathing and stop resisting his fingers probing on his entrance and,
“look at me,” he says hotly to chanyeol’s chin before biting it, “look at me.”
chanyeol’s visions are blurry and wu fan is looking down at him with so much love and adoration mixed with lust and hunger―and then he smiles as his fourth finger joins in to stretch chanyeol’s too tight hole.
“hyung―” chanyeol gasps at how wu fan’s gentle ministrations do something weird to his system.
wu fan kisses the corner of chanyeol’s lips before he sits back on his knees. he spreads chanyeol’s bent legs wider, and then he rotates his wrist as the fingers swim inside the velvety walls. the tip of his middle finger grazes a particular spot, and chanyeol screams.
it’s like a switch of perfect pleasure has been turned on right after wu fan hits that spot; it makes chanyeol’s toes itch and his nipples shudder and his stomach flutters with unexplainable ecstasy.
wu fan seems to know what’s happening to his younger boyfriend right now because he easily jabs the spot over and over again, and chanyeol can’t help but to scream some more.
chanyeol is on the verge of an intense orgasm, any second now he’s going to come. he grips the edge of the pillow until his knuckles turn white. he needs wu fan’s hand on him. he needs to come.
“h-hyung!” he gasps when wu fan’s middle finger is pressed right onto that spot, and the finger just stays there, touching but not moving. if only chanyeol has his last remaining strength to thrust back against wu fan’s finger. sadly, his whole body has turned into jelly and he can do nothing but to plead,
“hyung please please...”
wu fan just licks his lips as a response, he remains passive.
chanyeol gapes at that and cries out his frustration, “please let me come wu fan-hyung!” but still his older boyfriend only smirks, pushing deeper so now the rest of his fingers are also pressed against that spot.
“hyung!” chanyeol first sees black dots behind his eyelids, and then a weird emptiness as his walls throb wetly. wu fan has withdrawn his fingers as chanyeol reaches his orgasm; spurting ropes after ropes of sperm to his sweaty stomach and chest.
chanyeol doesn’t have the time to let air freeing his suffocated lungs after, because wu fan decides to milk out the last of his come by squeezing and jerking off his oversensitive cock. wu fan uses his free hand to gather the come pooling on chanyeol’s stomach to coat his own purpling cock.
then, as he gives his cock a couple of awakening stroke, he licks at chanyeol’s chest and bites his left nipple before whispering huskily,
“i want to hear you beg,” he takes chanyeol’s limp cock and presses it against his hard as rock one, “and you have to look at me as i fuck your tight little ass.”
chanyeol sobs at the dirty words. if possible, blood is rushing back to his cock. he doesn’t know that he likes wu fan talks like a brainless horny fiend this much.
wu fan doesn’t wait for chanyeol to respond, he nudges the head of his cock to chanyeol’s entrance; and this won’t be the first time they’ve come to this stage, but chanyeol had cried too much at how big how hurt how weird it was to have hyung’s cock moving inside of me that they had to stop (at least that night wu fan got to fuck chanyeol’s mouth).
chanyeol chokes on his another series of scream when wu fan is finally fitting everything in; his big and wide and hurting cock is making lazy circle around chanyeol’s still wet from lube walls. wu fan growls low on his throat as his forehead drops to the crook of chanyeol’s neck―his hips are moving in and out now.
but chanyeol won’t have any of that. he grabs the hair on wu fan’s nape and tugs harshly until wu fan is face to face with him. he narrows his eyes, and wu fan chuckles after receiving the hidden meaning. he braces both of his arms next to chanyeol’s head and begins thrusting as he stares straight to chanyeol’s unwavering eyes.
chanyeol sighs and blinks rapidly as he willingly spreads his legs and then wraps them around wu fan’s waist. instead of wrapping his arms around wu fan’s shoulders, he throws them back above his head, feeling so sensual with his submissive position.
“good boy,” wu fan bites his bottom lip before he sneakily takes the back of chanyeol’s knees and pulls out almost completely before he pushes back in hard that chanyeol mewls at the shock.
chanyeol tries to keep his eyes open as wu fan begins to pound into him hard and fast―but mostly fast, without no real rhythm whatsoever now―but it’s quite unsuccessful since the force of being fucked is too mindblowing. wu fan is already throwing his head, baring his neck to the ceiling as he fastens his pace.
“h-hyung stop,” chanyeol weakly hits wu fan’s taut stomach. “hyung!” you said i have to look at you!
“fuck,” wu fan is glaring at him when their eyes meet, and chanyeol whimpers.
“i―” chanyeol gets to lean on his elbows, then slowly, very slowly, he twists and straddles wu fan’s lap. wu fan instantly helps him adjusting to the new position, squeezing the swells of his ass and murmuring a praise for initiating this.
“chanyeol-ah, look at me.” wu fan kisses hims softly then, rolling his hips. chanyeol opens his mouth to let wu fan sucks his tongue. the eye contact is doubling the intimate atmosphere and only by mutual silent agreement they finally close their eyes and just enjoy the slow, unhurried kiss.
chanyeol tilts his face as he moves to cage wu fan’s waist with his legs, and he rolls his own hips to get more comfortable sitting on wu fan’s throbbing cock. wu fan moans appreciatively at his action, and he pinches chanyeol’s pert nipples as a reward.
“ah~” chanyeol breaks their kiss and wu fan’s lips immediately travel lower to feast on his paler skin. he scratches his nails to wu fan’s slippery back as he tightens his walls and moves his body ups and downs.
“good?” wu fan meets his thrusts lazily, playing with his abused left nipple using his tongue.
chanyeol hums, nodding.
“think you can set up a pace?” wu fan lifts chanyeol’s body then pushes him down again. “i need to come.”
chanyeol pushes wu fan to lie on his back, but wu fan just leans to his palms as far as he can. chanyeol pouts, using wu fan’s abs as an anchor as he presses his shins to the bed. he mutters,
“control freak.”
“but you love him,” wu fan pinches the bridge of chanyeol’s nose and cheats on his boyfriend; he thrusts up without warning.
chanyeol moans helplessly, but he’s quick to come back to his sense and pouts at his boyfriend. wu fan makes a face, growling when chanyeol finally impaling himself to his cock.
it’s going sloppy, because it’s chanyeol’s first time; and he just moves right after his instinct. he bounces on top of wu fan, swiveling his hips ups and downs at first; trying to get the head of wu fan’s cock hitting his spot. it’s not enough even with how hurting and hard wu fan’s cock inside of him, so chanyeol changes his strategy to move his hips back and forth; now totally feeling full and complete, but still he’s not satisfied with everything.
wu fan is almost dead from all the hotness though; because chanyeol, with his determination to find his own spot, is clenching around him deliciously. the choked, disappointed, frustrated sex noises he’s producing whenever the head of wu fan’s cock misses his spot is so addicting. wu fan dares to bet his paycheck that chanyeol himself doesn’t even aware of how his cute hesitation slash his clueless enthusiasm is the biggest turn on ever.
“nnngh!” chanyeol whines, eyebrows furrowed.
that does it. wu fan comes with a deep growl; shooting his sperm inside of his boyfriend, bucking up his stuttering hips.
chanyeol’s whole body shivers because of the warm liquid filling him and dripping out of his hole when wu fan is finished with his afterglow. his walls are still throbbing though, his own cock is still half hard due to his failed attempts to make wu fan hits his spot. he takes a deep breath, accidentally clenches his walls again and wu fan moans. he murmurs an apologize and detaches himself from his boyfriend’s spent cock.
but then wu fan holds him in place, clammy fingers find their way back to chanyeol’s entrance. wu fan pushes two fingers then; going deeper and deeper and deeper until chanyeol arches his boneless back, whimpering.
wu fan doesn’t take long to spoil chanyeol’s spot, the combination of drying lube and his come make everything wetter and easier inside. chanyeol trembles on top of him, his mouth open in a silent moan, his cock twitching, precome already leaking from the tip.
“aaahnnn...h-hyung,” chanyeol’s eyes are brimming with tears when he looks down to wu fan, “m-more hyung, more.”
he looks pained, but he’s clearly enjoying the pain. wu fan takes chanyeol’s cock and strokes it, matching the rhythm of his thrusting fingers inside of chanyeol.
chanyeol is a fast learner; he pushes back into wu fan’s long fingers and thrusts into wu fan’s fist, finally crying silently. everything is too much for him to handle, and before he reaches his second orgasm he promises himself to have sex more often with wu fan; because if this is what he’s going to get everytime, then surely he’s been too stupid to be afraid of sex.
he comes then, whimpering wu fan’s name. he feels tired and gasps when strong hands maneuver him to lie on the bed; his hips sting and it hurts, but chanyeol decides he quite likes the unfamiliarity.
wu fan strokes his hair, slicking it back. he says, “we should take a shower.” he sniffs chanyeol’s temple and chuckles, “we stink.”
“i can’t move,” chanyeol fakes a pout, sniffing.
“i’m so sorry,” wu fan kisses him.
when they pull apart, chanyeol giggles, “let’s do it again soon!”
wu fan just stares at him in disbelief before he bites his cheek and carries him like a delicate sack of potato to the bathroom.
▲▼
and, no. they don’t have a second round there, much to chanyeol’s disappointment.
because wu fan is his first boyfriend, chanyeol is still being the ridiculously timid, inexperienced kid when it comes to sex.
he had whimpered pitifully when wu fan stuck his hand on his pants, and came in about thirty seconds later. his hand trembled when he tried to relieve his boyfriend, and had shrieked that he couldn’t believe hyung has such a big cock!―he had flushed tomato red, from his face to his navel when he got naked in front of wu fan. he cried when wu fan dry-humped him on the sofa of exo m’s dorm. he even whined when wu fan fondled with his balls before pressing a thumb to his entrance (and he came just like that).
wu fan, on the other hand, handles everything with a casual manner; he doesn’t laugh at chanyeol. he is never tired to encourage chanyeol to relax his breathing and stop resisting his fingers probing on his entrance and,
“look at me,” he says hotly to chanyeol’s chin before biting it, “look at me.”
chanyeol’s visions are blurry and wu fan is looking down at him with so much love and adoration mixed with lust and hunger―and then he smiles as his fourth finger joins in to stretch chanyeol’s too tight hole.
“hyung―” chanyeol gasps at how wu fan’s gentle ministrations do something weird to his system.
wu fan kisses the corner of chanyeol’s lips before he sits back on his knees. he spreads chanyeol’s bent legs wider, and then he rotates his wrist as the fingers swim inside the velvety walls. the tip of his middle finger grazes a particular spot, and chanyeol screams.
it’s like a switch of perfect pleasure has been turned on right after wu fan hits that spot; it makes chanyeol’s toes itch and his nipples shudder and his stomach flutters with unexplainable ecstasy.
wu fan seems to know what’s happening to his younger boyfriend right now because he easily jabs the spot over and over again, and chanyeol can’t help but to scream some more.
chanyeol is on the verge of an intense orgasm, any second now he’s going to come. he grips the edge of the pillow until his knuckles turn white. he needs wu fan’s hand on him. he needs to come.
“h-hyung!” he gasps when wu fan’s middle finger is pressed right onto that spot, and the finger just stays there, touching but not moving. if only chanyeol has his last remaining strength to thrust back against wu fan’s finger. sadly, his whole body has turned into jelly and he can do nothing but to plead,
“hyung please please...”
wu fan just licks his lips as a response, he remains passive.
chanyeol gapes at that and cries out his frustration, “please let me come wu fan-hyung!” but still his older boyfriend only smirks, pushing deeper so now the rest of his fingers are also pressed against that spot.
“hyung!” chanyeol first sees black dots behind his eyelids, and then a weird emptiness as his walls throb wetly. wu fan has withdrawn his fingers as chanyeol reaches his orgasm; spurting ropes after ropes of sperm to his sweaty stomach and chest.
chanyeol doesn’t have the time to let air freeing his suffocated lungs after, because wu fan decides to milk out the last of his come by squeezing and jerking off his oversensitive cock. wu fan uses his free hand to gather the come pooling on chanyeol’s stomach to coat his own purpling cock.
then, as he gives his cock a couple of awakening stroke, he licks at chanyeol’s chest and bites his left nipple before whispering huskily,
“i want to hear you beg,” he takes chanyeol’s limp cock and presses it against his hard as rock one, “and you have to look at me as i fuck your tight little ass.”
chanyeol sobs at the dirty words. if possible, blood is rushing back to his cock. he doesn’t know that he likes wu fan talks like a brainless horny fiend this much.
wu fan doesn’t wait for chanyeol to respond, he nudges the head of his cock to chanyeol’s entrance; and this won’t be the first time they’ve come to this stage, but chanyeol had cried too much at how big how hurt how weird it was to have hyung’s cock moving inside of me that they had to stop (at least that night wu fan got to fuck chanyeol’s mouth).
chanyeol chokes on his another series of scream when wu fan is finally fitting everything in; his big and wide and hurting cock is making lazy circle around chanyeol’s still wet from lube walls. wu fan growls low on his throat as his forehead drops to the crook of chanyeol’s neck―his hips are moving in and out now.
but chanyeol won’t have any of that. he grabs the hair on wu fan’s nape and tugs harshly until wu fan is face to face with him. he narrows his eyes, and wu fan chuckles after receiving the hidden meaning. he braces both of his arms next to chanyeol’s head and begins thrusting as he stares straight to chanyeol’s unwavering eyes.
chanyeol sighs and blinks rapidly as he willingly spreads his legs and then wraps them around wu fan’s waist. instead of wrapping his arms around wu fan’s shoulders, he throws them back above his head, feeling so sensual with his submissive position.
“good boy,” wu fan bites his bottom lip before he sneakily takes the back of chanyeol’s knees and pulls out almost completely before he pushes back in hard that chanyeol mewls at the shock.
chanyeol tries to keep his eyes open as wu fan begins to pound into him hard and fast―but mostly fast, without no real rhythm whatsoever now―but it’s quite unsuccessful since the force of being fucked is too mindblowing. wu fan is already throwing his head, baring his neck to the ceiling as he fastens his pace.
“h-hyung stop,” chanyeol weakly hits wu fan’s taut stomach. “hyung!” you said i have to look at you!
“fuck,” wu fan is glaring at him when their eyes meet, and chanyeol whimpers.
“i―” chanyeol gets to lean on his elbows, then slowly, very slowly, he twists and straddles wu fan’s lap. wu fan instantly helps him adjusting to the new position, squeezing the swells of his ass and murmuring a praise for initiating this.
“chanyeol-ah, look at me.” wu fan kisses hims softly then, rolling his hips. chanyeol opens his mouth to let wu fan sucks his tongue. the eye contact is doubling the intimate atmosphere and only by mutual silent agreement they finally close their eyes and just enjoy the slow, unhurried kiss.
chanyeol tilts his face as he moves to cage wu fan’s waist with his legs, and he rolls his own hips to get more comfortable sitting on wu fan’s throbbing cock. wu fan moans appreciatively at his action, and he pinches chanyeol’s pert nipples as a reward.
“ah~” chanyeol breaks their kiss and wu fan’s lips immediately travel lower to feast on his paler skin. he scratches his nails to wu fan’s slippery back as he tightens his walls and moves his body ups and downs.
“good?” wu fan meets his thrusts lazily, playing with his abused left nipple using his tongue.
chanyeol hums, nodding.
“think you can set up a pace?” wu fan lifts chanyeol’s body then pushes him down again. “i need to come.”
chanyeol pushes wu fan to lie on his back, but wu fan just leans to his palms as far as he can. chanyeol pouts, using wu fan’s abs as an anchor as he presses his shins to the bed. he mutters,
“control freak.”
“but you love him,” wu fan pinches the bridge of chanyeol’s nose and cheats on his boyfriend; he thrusts up without warning.
chanyeol moans helplessly, but he’s quick to come back to his sense and pouts at his boyfriend. wu fan makes a face, growling when chanyeol finally impaling himself to his cock.
it’s going sloppy, because it’s chanyeol’s first time; and he just moves right after his instinct. he bounces on top of wu fan, swiveling his hips ups and downs at first; trying to get the head of wu fan’s cock hitting his spot. it’s not enough even with how hurting and hard wu fan’s cock inside of him, so chanyeol changes his strategy to move his hips back and forth; now totally feeling full and complete, but still he’s not satisfied with everything.
wu fan is almost dead from all the hotness though; because chanyeol, with his determination to find his own spot, is clenching around him deliciously. the choked, disappointed, frustrated sex noises he’s producing whenever the head of wu fan’s cock misses his spot is so addicting. wu fan dares to bet his paycheck that chanyeol himself doesn’t even aware of how his cute hesitation slash his clueless enthusiasm is the biggest turn on ever.
“nnngh!” chanyeol whines, eyebrows furrowed.
that does it. wu fan comes with a deep growl; shooting his sperm inside of his boyfriend, bucking up his stuttering hips.
chanyeol’s whole body shivers because of the warm liquid filling him and dripping out of his hole when wu fan is finished with his afterglow. his walls are still throbbing though, his own cock is still half hard due to his failed attempts to make wu fan hits his spot. he takes a deep breath, accidentally clenches his walls again and wu fan moans. he murmurs an apologize and detaches himself from his boyfriend’s spent cock.
but then wu fan holds him in place, clammy fingers find their way back to chanyeol’s entrance. wu fan pushes two fingers then; going deeper and deeper and deeper until chanyeol arches his boneless back, whimpering.
wu fan doesn’t take long to spoil chanyeol’s spot, the combination of drying lube and his come make everything wetter and easier inside. chanyeol trembles on top of him, his mouth open in a silent moan, his cock twitching, precome already leaking from the tip.
“aaahnnn...h-hyung,” chanyeol’s eyes are brimming with tears when he looks down to wu fan, “m-more hyung, more.”
he looks pained, but he’s clearly enjoying the pain. wu fan takes chanyeol’s cock and strokes it, matching the rhythm of his thrusting fingers inside of chanyeol.
chanyeol is a fast learner; he pushes back into wu fan’s long fingers and thrusts into wu fan’s fist, finally crying silently. everything is too much for him to handle, and before he reaches his second orgasm he promises himself to have sex more often with wu fan; because if this is what he’s going to get everytime, then surely he’s been too stupid to be afraid of sex.
he comes then, whimpering wu fan’s name. he feels tired and gasps when strong hands maneuver him to lie on the bed; his hips sting and it hurts, but chanyeol decides he quite likes the unfamiliarity.
wu fan strokes his hair, slicking it back. he says, “we should take a shower.” he sniffs chanyeol’s temple and chuckles, “we stink.”
“i can’t move,” chanyeol fakes a pout, sniffing.
“i’m so sorry,” wu fan kisses him.
when they pull apart, chanyeol giggles, “let’s do it again soon!”
wu fan just stares at him in disbelief before he bites his cheek and carries him like a delicate sack of potato to the bathroom.
▲▼
and, no. they don’t have a second round there, much to chanyeol’s disappointment.