[ exo : etjfg ]

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etjfg
fandom exo
pairing kaiyeol
style pwp drabbled
length 833
rewrite of a/b/o pwp from a while ago

There are times Jongin questioned his decision to mate with Chanyeol.

Most of the time, his alpha was more of a needy, slobbering puppy than an alpha of any kind. All bright eyes and brighter grin and Jonginjonginjongin as he tagged along behind him, his large hands enveloping Jongin’s warmly.

This, Jongin was okay with. On days when Jongin was especially honest, this, he liked. Maybe even loved. He supposed he quite liked sitting on Chanyeol’s lap as the larger boy buried his head on his chest, and he supposed he liked the attention Chanyeol showered on him. He definitely liked Chanyeol’s gifts, big and small, and he definitely liked making Chanyeol blush when he kissed him on the nose.

But Chanyeol was a needy, slobbering dog in the end, and Jongin wasn’t sure how to react when Chanyeol walked into their practise room, grabbed him by the wrist and shoved him against the mirror. He wasn’t sure what to make when Chanyeol kissed him deeply, once, twice, and more, each time more desperate and left Jongin breathless and confused.

Until he caught on that oh, Chanyeol was in a rut.

“I want you,” Chanyeol said in a voice that didn’t sound quite like his. “I want to fuck you.”

“We can go to my room and --”

Chanyeol shook his head desperately, he pushed against Jongin, letting the bulge in his jeans press against Jongin’s body.

Oh.

“Here?” Jongin asked.

“Here,” Chanyeol answered. Before Jongin could respond, Chanyeol kissed him again. Made love to him. Whatever, Jongin wasn’t concerned about the correct word for it.

Chanyeol was stealing his breath and telling him IwantyouIwantyouIwantyou through each and every touch.

And it was then that Jongin hated being mated, especially to Park Chanyeol, because when Chanyeol felt that way, Jongin was easily influenced by the weight of Chanyeol’s need. Jongin became as needy and desperate as Chanyeol and he kissed back and grinded back against Chanyeol’s cock with his own version of IwantyouIwantyouIwantyou.

Jongin wasn’t sure if he liked himself like this, that omega who he had seen around the streets who easily let their alpha unzip their trousers in front of everyone. Who moaned against the kisses obscenely and needily as they felt their alpha’s touch on their cock.

Jongin moaned as Chanyeol pulled off his boxers, Chanyeol’s hand moving to cup his ass.

He could hear himself hiss a yes when Chanyeol inserted a finger into him, even though it was rough and painful and their lack of lubrication would probably fill him with regrets later.

He responded to the second finger with a kiss just as rough and painful, letting his teeth brush against Chanyeol’s lips as he tried to swallow moan after moan. In process, he could taste a bit of blood on his tongue, but Chanyeol didn’t seem to let it bother him, answering to each and every one of Jongin’s kiss and moving to stretch his mate against the mirror.

And then Chanyeol laughed.

It wasn’t Chanyeol’s usual laugh, all bubbly and happy. It was a dark sort that Jongin hardly hear. An arrogant sort as he shoved four of his fingers into Jongin and stretching his mate - his omega - as much as he could. As he took control of the kisses and overwhelmed Jongin with his taste and his desperation for him.

“You’d like it if I fuck you here, won’t you?”

Jongin didn’t answer. Jongin couldn’t answer, because Chanyeol wouldn’t let him form words with how he was taking Jongin.

He was allowed to whine and grind and claw against Chanyeol’s back, each action echoing the sentiment of yesyesyes.

Even if he was going to hate himself later for it.

Even if he hated himself a little then for whining as Chanyeol took out his fingers and Jongin felt so, so empty.

And how he might have moaned a little too loud, Chanyeol’s name on his lips as Chanyeol’s cock entered him. As his mate’s cock entered him and everything felt like it should be, with him filled perfectly, although he would never say that to anyone, much less to Chanyeol.

Jongin hardly had time to adjust himself to it when Chanyeol moved. Like his fingers, like their kisses, Chanyeol moved rough, desperate and fast. Jongin found himself unable to stand, strength from his legs leaving him as he clawed harder at Chanyeol’s back, annoyed at the fabric of his shirt that just wasn’t as warm as skin should be.

Chanyeol came inside him with Jongin’s name on his tongue.

Jongin came untouched unable to find the correct syllables for words.

When their eyes met again, Chanyeol was still inside of him, knot still intact.

This time, when Chanyeol leaned in for kisses, they were gentle and soft, the taste of blood clashing against them tastefully.

And when Jongin kissed back, he knew that he meant every word of love he was thinking of.

For his oversized, needy, slobbering puppy.