FUCKUNG SHIT

real__pcy:
yo

oohhani:
whattup

real__pcy:
i feel like
a dick
for what happened the other day

oohhani:
we kissed and made up chill

real__pcy:
yeah
but
this'll be easier somewhere else
do you have Skype

oohhani:
its just ayitshani

real__pcy:
hold on

i waited for a moment, confused as to what he was planning when i heard a notification from Skype.

This person would like to connect with you
(chanyoooo)

ayitshani:
wow
you couldnt think of anything better
ANYTHING

chanyoooo:
if i used my ig name it would be too obvious

ayitshani:
yea ok
anyway what did you want that couldnt be said through IG dms

chanyoooo:
im gonna
call u
are u alone

even more confused, i made sure my bedroom door was closed, quickly grabbing my headphones and untangling them.

ayitshani:
yeah i am
ur being creepy

chanyoooo:
IM NOT
anyway im going to call now

chanyoooo would like to video chat
(ACCEPT)

the first thing i saw was chanyeol’s face, still pixilated due to the Internet connection. when it finally cleared up, i couldn't help but smile a little bit as he waved.

“you look tired.” i said, checking myself out to make sure i was presentable.

“i am.” his voice sounded even deeper through my headphones, and I tried to subtly adjust myself.

then i noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. my face heated up almost instantly, and i tried to ignore it, but the way he held his phone seemed to be showing off his chest even more.

“so anyway,” i started, clearing my throat. “what's this about?”

his eyes glinted at this, and he sat up against the headboard of his bed.
“well you know how you mentioned wanting me to fuck you like that other girl?”

“God not this again.” i groaned, letting my head hang. i looked up at his deep chuckle, swallowing.

“i guess i should just stop then?”

“you made me do all of this, you're telling me what the hell you want.”

“well i can't exactly fuck you right now-schedules and all-but i can do the next best thing.”

“which is..?” i almost regretted asking, noticing the way his shoulder shifted ever so slightly against the pillow.

“i can show you what i’d do.”

it was hard not to react when he purposely spoke so lowly, eyes boring into mine even through the shitty phone screen.

“well get on with it then.” my throat was dry, but i couldn't just get up now and ruin this moment.

“you don't need to tell me twice.” he shifted a bit and positioned the camera sideways, so i was able to see most of his body, excluding below his thighs and above his neck.

“sorry the angle isn't great.”

“no it's fine.” i managed, biting my bottom lip as i let my eyes wander across what i could see.

his stomach was pale and had little definition to it, looking more soft than toned. the kind of stomach you wanna tickle and blow raspberries into. one thing caught my eye, however, and it was the thin line of hair that ran down from his belly button to below his waistband.

i allowed my eyes to roam further and i almost choked when i saw the growing tent in his loose sweatpants.

“oh. oh.” i finally realised what was happening.

“if you're uncomfortable you don't have to show me anything.” i heard him say, watching his chin move as he spoke. “i just want to show you, if that's alright.”

“more than alright.” i breathed, shoving a hand between my thighs to alleviate the growing pressure there.

“then just sit back and i’ll do my thing.” it seemed as if he copied my movements, trailing a hand down his pale stomach to palm at his crotch. i heard him make a small noise of appreciation, grinding his hips up against his hand.

he continued to do this, letting out soft breaths every time he rubbed himself particularly hard.

“chanyeol.” i sighed weakly, watching him slow his movements slightly.

he only let out a hum of acknowledgement, waiting for me to continue.

“you're making this really hard for me.” i closed my eyes as he laughed.

“well you're making me really hard.”

i pressed my hand harder against myself, staring straight at his stomach.

“do something about it then.”

chanyeol didn't reply as he lifted his hips, slowly, teasingly, dragging his sweatpants down so he was only left his his boxers.

maybe he could have teased me more, but apparently he was impatient to, if the way he practically tore his boxers off was any indication.

and then i was staring at park chanyeol’s dick.

park chanyeol’s very pretty, very erect dick.

“oh.” i muttered, and the pressure between my legs got unbearable worse.

deciding i should do something about it, i quickly stuck my hand into my shorts, relieving myself only slightly.

“are you getting off on this?” he asked, bringing his hand up to wrap it around his length. it curved nicely towards it stomach, and the temperature in my room rose once again.

“you expect me not to?”

“i’d be upset if you didn't, honestly.” he gave himself a sharp tug, moaning out loud for the first time since we started the call.

“i’ve done this three times since we started talking,” he sighed, absentmindedly stroking his length. “each time i’ve thought about you.” he made a circle around the head with his thumb and index finger, tightening it as he thrust up.

i was speechless at this point, not knowing what to do or say in return, but luckily i didn't have to.

“you should help yourself, if you want.”

i did, without hesitation, slipping two fingers inside myself and almost moaning at the contact.

“there you go.” he sounded almost proud, and it only added to the pleasure i was experiencing.

“you don't know how bad i want to pin you down and fuck you, you really get me going.” chanyeol’s voice sounded gravelly, like he was restraining himself.

i watched as he sped his movements up, pumping the full length of his shaft with one hand whilst the other tried to keep the camera still.

“it pisses me off how much you turn me on, you know. how you can say one suggestive thing as a joke and then i have to hide in the bathroom to jerk off or take a cold shower, and it was only a joke to you.”

i swallowed thickly, thinking back to all those times where something like that happened, pressing my fingers up into that spot as i let out a quiet moan.

his hand jerked quickly once, and i know he'd heard me. i did it again, letting out another moan, but a bit louder and more drawn out.

he moaned in return, and his head dropped onto his shoulder where i could see his face again.

his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were glazed over. chanyeol was biting his lip hard, like he was trying to control himself.

“you've come this far, just let go.” i said as he squeezed his eyes shut, lifting his hips up into his hands.

chanyeol fucked into his hand for a few more moments before he started to lose rhythm, pace becoming erratic before he came, white running down his knuckles and some on his chest and thighs.

he stroked himself through his orgasm, chest heaving from the force of it.

i rushed to finish, quickly hitting that spot over and over again in the way i knew i liked.

it didn't take long, especially with chanyeol's sleepy voice urging me on.

“come on, let me see what I do to you,” he breathed, lying on his side with the camera facing him once again.

a small moan escaped me as i joined him,  white flashing behind my eyelids as i came.

when we were both finished we couldn't help but laugh nervously.

“well, uh.” i said.

“well nothing, there's a teaser of what you're going to get soon.”

and suddenly, i couldn't wait.