Pink Panty Dirty Whore
Pink Panty Dirty Whore | theblobmaster | NC-17 | KaiYeol | PWP, Bareback, lots of cursing, and kind of rough? | 2.059 w
written for this prompt at exopromptmeme
There’s a shuffle behind the door before it’s opened and JongIn is standing there with a bright smile looking up at ChanYeol, clad in just a skimpy tank top and low hanging sweats. It’s been a while since ChanYeol has been over, but this weekend JongIn’s parents were out of the house and for the first time they hadn’t asked his oldest sister to come and stay with him. Somehow trusting him enough to fend for himself the three days they were gone.
“He-” JongIn cuts him off with a kiss pulling him into the hallway and shuts the door with his foot. As soon as he hears the click of the lock he presses ChanYeol up against the surface, still seemingly trying to suck the breath out of him. It takes a few minutes before JongIn pulls back, lips shiny with spit and swollen to almost double their normal size.
A very fuckable look indeed.
“Hi.” JongIn pants out with a smile, his eyes crinkling as his hands releases their grip on ChanYeol’s shirt, ChanYeol feels a bit bad for Kurt Cobain’s crumbled face but the dead singer has to deal with it for now because JongIn is excitedly pulling him down the corridor to his room. Not wasting anytime in throwing ChanYeol on his bed and straddling him. “I have a surprise for you.” JongIn murmurs against ChanYeol’s lips before giving him a quick peck.
ChanYeol doesn’t entirely mind that JongIn is eager to get down and dirty, but he hadn’t even managed to tell him Hi, I missed you. “JongIn?” He asks while JongIn’s tongue is lavishing his throat, sucking marks and sinking teeth into soft skin. “What’s with the hurry? We have all weekend. I’m not planning on letting you out of the house or walking out of it myself.” JongIn moans loudly and he grinds down, ChanYeol can feel his hardening cock rubbing against his thigh. “I just, fuck, really want to fuck.” He has kissed his way up to ChanYeol’s ear and has started to suck on the earlobe, nibbling the soft skin with his just as soft lips and he knows ChanYeol get weak when he does that, knows that despite hating his ears they’re his weakness.
“Not fair.” ChanYeol whines, the first spikes of arousal tingles as JongIn dives in for his mouth again, taking his time licking in and sucking on ChanYeol’s tongue. It’s slow and ChanYeol breathes a sigh of relief when JongIn suddenly isn’t so hurried anymore. His fingers sinks into the dimples on JongIn’s lower back leaving fleeting touches places he knows makes JongIn all hot and needy. It’s not long before he has a writhing JongIn on top of him, whines almost constant.
“Fuck you, stop teasing.” The younger hisses into his mouth licking the roof of it so it tickles and ChanYeol squirms uncomfortable when he tries to get JongIn to stop, but to no luck as the younger keeps the too light touches. “I give back tenfold.” He says when he’s done with tickling ChanYeol’s palate. The tingling sensation is still there and ChanYeol tries to rub it with his tongue to dull it. He must look ridiculous because JongIn snorts and starts to laugh in earnest.
“Thut up.” ChanYeol says with his tongue still pressed up to stop it. “No, you deserve it.” A soft kiss is placed on the side of his mouth and ChanYeol lets his tongue go lax as he stares up at JongIn. How the hell did he manage to get such a hot boyfriend? JongIn with his soft smiles and secret touches, JongIn that shies from skinship in public and almost always jumps him as soon as they’re behind closed doors. JongIn that has a dumb laugh and can’t express himself regardless of having won an essay competition, ChanYeol must be born under a lucky star.
“Kiss me.” He says breathlessly just from looking at JongIn and suddenly he’s very aware of the two erections pressing into warm bodies. JongIn tips his head back down and it’s slow, lips sliding together savoring and tongues tangling. ChanYeol’s hands glide up under the tank, fingers trailing along heated skin and they pull off the tank top. The world spins a little when he sits up and he feels JongIn wrapping his legs around his waist.
“Fuck.” It’s loud since for once they don’t have to be quiet. JongIn’s head is tipped back, ChanYeol’s mouth having found his nipple playing with it, knowing how riled up the younger gets by it. His hands are still sliding over JongIn’s back, feeling how the lean muscles shifts every time JongIn grinds down, airy moans disrupting the otherwise completely silent house.
With a push ChanYeol has JongIn splayed beneath him, lean thighs pressed into his hips holding him down so JongIn can press up against him. A hand grabs a fistful of his hair and he’s pulled up so JongIn can suck on his bottom lip with a coy look in his eyes. “Suck me off.” JongIn whispers, a certain kind of anticipation laced into it as he lets his legs spread. ChanYeol eases down the sun kissed torso worshipping it with his mouth and tongue, sucking bruises onto the hipbones, teeth scraping over the defined bone.
His hand dips into the sweatpants to rub over the cotton boxers that JongIn normally wears but instead he’s met by something coarse followed by what feels like silky satin. Confused he pulls back and looks at JongIn, but the younger just smiles with a faux innocence. “I told you I have a surprise for you.” Gulping down ChanYeol hooks two fingers into the waistband and starts to pull them down. JongIn lifts his hips so they can slide off easily.
No matter what surprise JongIn could have come up with, this was by no means anything ChanYeol had expected. His mouth went dry and he had trouble breathing when he saw the bright pink slightly too small panties that strained against JongIn’s hard cock. There barely was any space for his sack, and the tip of his cock was peeking out from the top.
“What do you think?” It’s said lightly almost offhandedly, but ChanYeol knows JongIn enough to notice the slight tremble of nervousness. He looks up and his boyfriend is on his elbows looking expectantly at him. “You’re so goddamn hot.” With dark eyes he watches as JongIn’s head falls back as ChanYeol’s hand grips him through the lace and satin. “Pink always looked good on you.” It’s a deep rumble that makes JongIn moan. “You were all excited to show off you pretty little ass in these weren’t you?” A hasty nod and more moans, ChanYeol pulls the fabric aside so JongIn’s cock can stand tall while he’s still wearing the pretty panties.
“You look so fuckable like this.” ChanYeol growls out before taking JongIn into his mouth, his tongue circling the head pulling down the foreskin before suckling on it. He’s always enjoyed going down on JongIn, likes to look up and see the younger’s chest expanding with every deep breath he takes, unable to do anything but just taking. Slowly he works his way down letting his teeth scrape lightly in the places he knows JongIn is the most sensitive. His hand comes up fondle the balls lightly through the pink fabric, rolling them in his hand a stray finger stroking the skin just beneath them having to press a bit harder to reach with the fabric between.
“Shit, shit. Cha-ngh-yeol.” JongIn lets out more blabbering as ChanYeol’s finger starts to tease his hole, pink muscle twitching underneath it. ChanYeol has his nose buried in pink lace as he takes JongIn deep, letting the tip hit the back of his throat, humming in delight as JongIn’s hand grabs his hair again, tugging and trying to get him to sink further down, but he holds his head in place. It’s with a dissatisfied groan from JongIn that ChanYeol pulls off of his cock. “I want to see you come.” He merely says. “Then fuck me you jackass.” JongIn curses because ChanYeol isn’t touching him at all and he just wants him to fucking do something he’s been strung up all day from the moment he put on the panties he’d stolen from his sister after his bath, he wanted ChanYeol now.
With a bit of fumbling under JongIn’s pillow ChanYeol finds the lube, slicking two fingers up. When his other hand reaches out to pull down the fabric of the panties JongIn stops him, “Fuck me with them on.” JongIn’s pupils are blown and his eyes slightly glazed over in lust, just the thought of fucking JongIn while feeling the silkiness from the panties has him groaning. He grabs JongIn’s fucking delicious legs and bends him in half. The younger takes the hint and his arms come up to wrap around his legs putting himself on complete display for ChanYeol. A slight tug and the waistband are resting just beneath the curve of JongIn’s amazing ass. Cheeks pulled taut and spread, ChanYeol sees JongIn’s dark pink entrance twitch in anticipation from what’s to come and he can’t help himself before he has leaned down to press a swift kiss to it.
JongIn whines in surprise from the kiss, his hips bucking to get more friction. “Get the fuck on with it dipshit.” ChanYeol leans his entire weight on top of JongIn to retaliate as he pushes two fingers in without further ado. “You cocksucker that fucking hurt.” JongIn hisses through gritted teeth. “You asked for it.” And ChanYeol knows that he doesn’t really mind, never does. He’ll probably just give it back tenfold later, and ChanYeol definitely doesn’t mind that.
With a fast pace ChanYeol scissors his fingers, prepping JongIn as quick as possible. He is so hard in his jeans that it is starting to hurt. It kind of just hit him there, that he is still fully dressed whereas JongIn almost completely naked save for the pink panties. When he tries to rid himself of his shirt JongIn protests loudly with a sound from the back of his throat. “No, fuck me like a dirty whore with your clothes on.” It takes ChanYeol by surprise, because normally JongIn can’t even take when he asks to call him derogatory names as he takes him hard. Or rather other than his usual cursing of course, somehow he gets a potty mouth when aroused.
With a shrug ChanYeol only zips down and pulls his jeans and boxers down just enough so his cock springs free. Quickly he smears lube on it and lifts JongIn’s hips up so that cute little twitching hole is lined up with his cock. Teasingly he pokes it with the tip and JongIn lets go of his right leg to swat at him. “Prick, you fucking do it.” With a mused, “Such an impatient whore.” He slams all the way in and with a smirk he hears JongIn choke on a scream.
It’s rough from the start but what really gets JongIn to go wild is when ChanYeol grabs the waistband of the panty and tugs it out only to let it go so it snaps down onto JongIn’s straining cock. It leaves small red lines along the head and ChanYeol can’t help but think how pretty JongIn looks like this, trashing and writhing in pleasure.
“Fuck me harder.” And he does, snapping his hips as hard as he can, aiming to that spot he always manages to find just in time to make JongIn arch off the bed. It’s no different this time. With a few thrusts precisely hitting on JongIn’s prostate the younger screams letting his legs go as he grabs the sheets spurting white strings the hits his face.
ChanYeol keeps going, relishing in the after spasms, he still has JongIn folded in half and he leans down to suck on a little pearl of cum on the younger’s nose and with a stuttering thrust he comes. When he goes lax on top of JongIn the younger whines in protest and pushes him off. “Don’t you fucking dare falling asleep on me.” JongIn pokes him angrily before peeling off his clothes and ChanYeol can barely think straight any more but who is he to say no?
i basically just went stop
stop writing this
what are you doing to the poor thing
stop it.
op i hope you like it
written for this prompt at exopromptmeme
There’s a shuffle behind the door before it’s opened and JongIn is standing there with a bright smile looking up at ChanYeol, clad in just a skimpy tank top and low hanging sweats. It’s been a while since ChanYeol has been over, but this weekend JongIn’s parents were out of the house and for the first time they hadn’t asked his oldest sister to come and stay with him. Somehow trusting him enough to fend for himself the three days they were gone.
“He-” JongIn cuts him off with a kiss pulling him into the hallway and shuts the door with his foot. As soon as he hears the click of the lock he presses ChanYeol up against the surface, still seemingly trying to suck the breath out of him. It takes a few minutes before JongIn pulls back, lips shiny with spit and swollen to almost double their normal size.
A very fuckable look indeed.
“Hi.” JongIn pants out with a smile, his eyes crinkling as his hands releases their grip on ChanYeol’s shirt, ChanYeol feels a bit bad for Kurt Cobain’s crumbled face but the dead singer has to deal with it for now because JongIn is excitedly pulling him down the corridor to his room. Not wasting anytime in throwing ChanYeol on his bed and straddling him. “I have a surprise for you.” JongIn murmurs against ChanYeol’s lips before giving him a quick peck.
ChanYeol doesn’t entirely mind that JongIn is eager to get down and dirty, but he hadn’t even managed to tell him Hi, I missed you. “JongIn?” He asks while JongIn’s tongue is lavishing his throat, sucking marks and sinking teeth into soft skin. “What’s with the hurry? We have all weekend. I’m not planning on letting you out of the house or walking out of it myself.” JongIn moans loudly and he grinds down, ChanYeol can feel his hardening cock rubbing against his thigh. “I just, fuck, really want to fuck.” He has kissed his way up to ChanYeol’s ear and has started to suck on the earlobe, nibbling the soft skin with his just as soft lips and he knows ChanYeol get weak when he does that, knows that despite hating his ears they’re his weakness.
“Not fair.” ChanYeol whines, the first spikes of arousal tingles as JongIn dives in for his mouth again, taking his time licking in and sucking on ChanYeol’s tongue. It’s slow and ChanYeol breathes a sigh of relief when JongIn suddenly isn’t so hurried anymore. His fingers sinks into the dimples on JongIn’s lower back leaving fleeting touches places he knows makes JongIn all hot and needy. It’s not long before he has a writhing JongIn on top of him, whines almost constant.
“Fuck you, stop teasing.” The younger hisses into his mouth licking the roof of it so it tickles and ChanYeol squirms uncomfortable when he tries to get JongIn to stop, but to no luck as the younger keeps the too light touches. “I give back tenfold.” He says when he’s done with tickling ChanYeol’s palate. The tingling sensation is still there and ChanYeol tries to rub it with his tongue to dull it. He must look ridiculous because JongIn snorts and starts to laugh in earnest.
“Thut up.” ChanYeol says with his tongue still pressed up to stop it. “No, you deserve it.” A soft kiss is placed on the side of his mouth and ChanYeol lets his tongue go lax as he stares up at JongIn. How the hell did he manage to get such a hot boyfriend? JongIn with his soft smiles and secret touches, JongIn that shies from skinship in public and almost always jumps him as soon as they’re behind closed doors. JongIn that has a dumb laugh and can’t express himself regardless of having won an essay competition, ChanYeol must be born under a lucky star.
“Kiss me.” He says breathlessly just from looking at JongIn and suddenly he’s very aware of the two erections pressing into warm bodies. JongIn tips his head back down and it’s slow, lips sliding together savoring and tongues tangling. ChanYeol’s hands glide up under the tank, fingers trailing along heated skin and they pull off the tank top. The world spins a little when he sits up and he feels JongIn wrapping his legs around his waist.
“Fuck.” It’s loud since for once they don’t have to be quiet. JongIn’s head is tipped back, ChanYeol’s mouth having found his nipple playing with it, knowing how riled up the younger gets by it. His hands are still sliding over JongIn’s back, feeling how the lean muscles shifts every time JongIn grinds down, airy moans disrupting the otherwise completely silent house.
With a push ChanYeol has JongIn splayed beneath him, lean thighs pressed into his hips holding him down so JongIn can press up against him. A hand grabs a fistful of his hair and he’s pulled up so JongIn can suck on his bottom lip with a coy look in his eyes. “Suck me off.” JongIn whispers, a certain kind of anticipation laced into it as he lets his legs spread. ChanYeol eases down the sun kissed torso worshipping it with his mouth and tongue, sucking bruises onto the hipbones, teeth scraping over the defined bone.
His hand dips into the sweatpants to rub over the cotton boxers that JongIn normally wears but instead he’s met by something coarse followed by what feels like silky satin. Confused he pulls back and looks at JongIn, but the younger just smiles with a faux innocence. “I told you I have a surprise for you.” Gulping down ChanYeol hooks two fingers into the waistband and starts to pull them down. JongIn lifts his hips so they can slide off easily.
No matter what surprise JongIn could have come up with, this was by no means anything ChanYeol had expected. His mouth went dry and he had trouble breathing when he saw the bright pink slightly too small panties that strained against JongIn’s hard cock. There barely was any space for his sack, and the tip of his cock was peeking out from the top.
“What do you think?” It’s said lightly almost offhandedly, but ChanYeol knows JongIn enough to notice the slight tremble of nervousness. He looks up and his boyfriend is on his elbows looking expectantly at him. “You’re so goddamn hot.” With dark eyes he watches as JongIn’s head falls back as ChanYeol’s hand grips him through the lace and satin. “Pink always looked good on you.” It’s a deep rumble that makes JongIn moan. “You were all excited to show off you pretty little ass in these weren’t you?” A hasty nod and more moans, ChanYeol pulls the fabric aside so JongIn’s cock can stand tall while he’s still wearing the pretty panties.
“You look so fuckable like this.” ChanYeol growls out before taking JongIn into his mouth, his tongue circling the head pulling down the foreskin before suckling on it. He’s always enjoyed going down on JongIn, likes to look up and see the younger’s chest expanding with every deep breath he takes, unable to do anything but just taking. Slowly he works his way down letting his teeth scrape lightly in the places he knows JongIn is the most sensitive. His hand comes up fondle the balls lightly through the pink fabric, rolling them in his hand a stray finger stroking the skin just beneath them having to press a bit harder to reach with the fabric between.
“Shit, shit. Cha-ngh-yeol.” JongIn lets out more blabbering as ChanYeol’s finger starts to tease his hole, pink muscle twitching underneath it. ChanYeol has his nose buried in pink lace as he takes JongIn deep, letting the tip hit the back of his throat, humming in delight as JongIn’s hand grabs his hair again, tugging and trying to get him to sink further down, but he holds his head in place. It’s with a dissatisfied groan from JongIn that ChanYeol pulls off of his cock. “I want to see you come.” He merely says. “Then fuck me you jackass.” JongIn curses because ChanYeol isn’t touching him at all and he just wants him to fucking do something he’s been strung up all day from the moment he put on the panties he’d stolen from his sister after his bath, he wanted ChanYeol now.
With a bit of fumbling under JongIn’s pillow ChanYeol finds the lube, slicking two fingers up. When his other hand reaches out to pull down the fabric of the panties JongIn stops him, “Fuck me with them on.” JongIn’s pupils are blown and his eyes slightly glazed over in lust, just the thought of fucking JongIn while feeling the silkiness from the panties has him groaning. He grabs JongIn’s fucking delicious legs and bends him in half. The younger takes the hint and his arms come up to wrap around his legs putting himself on complete display for ChanYeol. A slight tug and the waistband are resting just beneath the curve of JongIn’s amazing ass. Cheeks pulled taut and spread, ChanYeol sees JongIn’s dark pink entrance twitch in anticipation from what’s to come and he can’t help himself before he has leaned down to press a swift kiss to it.
JongIn whines in surprise from the kiss, his hips bucking to get more friction. “Get the fuck on with it dipshit.” ChanYeol leans his entire weight on top of JongIn to retaliate as he pushes two fingers in without further ado. “You cocksucker that fucking hurt.” JongIn hisses through gritted teeth. “You asked for it.” And ChanYeol knows that he doesn’t really mind, never does. He’ll probably just give it back tenfold later, and ChanYeol definitely doesn’t mind that.
With a fast pace ChanYeol scissors his fingers, prepping JongIn as quick as possible. He is so hard in his jeans that it is starting to hurt. It kind of just hit him there, that he is still fully dressed whereas JongIn almost completely naked save for the pink panties. When he tries to rid himself of his shirt JongIn protests loudly with a sound from the back of his throat. “No, fuck me like a dirty whore with your clothes on.” It takes ChanYeol by surprise, because normally JongIn can’t even take when he asks to call him derogatory names as he takes him hard. Or rather other than his usual cursing of course, somehow he gets a potty mouth when aroused.
With a shrug ChanYeol only zips down and pulls his jeans and boxers down just enough so his cock springs free. Quickly he smears lube on it and lifts JongIn’s hips up so that cute little twitching hole is lined up with his cock. Teasingly he pokes it with the tip and JongIn lets go of his right leg to swat at him. “Prick, you fucking do it.” With a mused, “Such an impatient whore.” He slams all the way in and with a smirk he hears JongIn choke on a scream.
It’s rough from the start but what really gets JongIn to go wild is when ChanYeol grabs the waistband of the panty and tugs it out only to let it go so it snaps down onto JongIn’s straining cock. It leaves small red lines along the head and ChanYeol can’t help but think how pretty JongIn looks like this, trashing and writhing in pleasure.
“Fuck me harder.” And he does, snapping his hips as hard as he can, aiming to that spot he always manages to find just in time to make JongIn arch off the bed. It’s no different this time. With a few thrusts precisely hitting on JongIn’s prostate the younger screams letting his legs go as he grabs the sheets spurting white strings the hits his face.
ChanYeol keeps going, relishing in the after spasms, he still has JongIn folded in half and he leans down to suck on a little pearl of cum on the younger’s nose and with a stuttering thrust he comes. When he goes lax on top of JongIn the younger whines in protest and pushes him off. “Don’t you fucking dare falling asleep on me.” JongIn pokes him angrily before peeling off his clothes and ChanYeol can barely think straight any more but who is he to say no?
i basically just went stop
stop writing this
what are you doing to the poor thing
stop it.
op i hope you like it