exomeme | part two hundred nineteen

taosoo swap bodies, and chanyeol is confused about who he’s supposed to make out with now (mostly chansoo with a bit of chantao/taosoo/chantaosoo)

swap, 1800 words
probably not the taosoo bodyswap anyone wanted i'm sry

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Chanyeol and Kyungsoo have been sleeping together for going on three months.

It all started when Kyungsoo walked in on Chanyeol jacking off. He wasn't under the covers, dick completely out in the open. It was awkward, to say the least. It was the most mortifying moment of Chanyeol's life, and it only got worse. Kyungsoo stared, open-mouthed, at the way Chanyeol's hand was working its way over his dick. Chanyeol couldn't stop, not now, and he groaned—imagined his cock in Kyungsoo's mouth, all the way down his throat—and came hard all over his fingers.

Kyungsoo left, didn't say a word. Chanyeol buried his face in his pillow and tried to disappear, the smell of come still strong in the air.

Kyungsoo didn't bring it up, either, and Chanyeol thought maybe they were going to forget it ever happened. At least pretend to, because he never would. Now that the thought was in his head, he couldn't stop thinking about Kyungsoo on his knees, between Chanyeol's legs. Maybe waking up in the morning with Kyungsoo's lips already around his dick.

Kyungsoo didn't act any different, but a few days after The Incident, he walked into the bathroom while Chanyeol was taking a shower. Chanyeol didn't think much of it—he probably just had to take a piss.

Except he didn't.

He opened up the shower door, slipped inside already naked, and dropped to his knees. Chanyeol's head bounced off the back of the shower wall from the force of how good it felt, and he wasn't sure if he was about to pass out from the feeling or the concussion. Kyungsoo didn't say anything after Chanyeol came down his throat, just stood up and started jacking himself off. Chanyeol added his own hand to the mix, helped Kyungsoo get off.

They still didn't talk about, but it did start happening a lot more often.

Chanyeol finds out it does feel nice to wake up with Kyungsoo's lips around his cock, and decides to return the favor. He wakes up a little bit earlier than usual, presses hard against his morning wood with a soft groan. He looks over to see Kyungsoo sleeping in the next bed over, so small and peaceful under the covers.

He smirks, gets up and pulls Kyungsoo's covers back, slips under with him. Kyungsoo's shirt rides up a little and Chanyeol moves his hand along Kyungsoo's stomach, down until he's reaching under the seam of both Kyungsoo's shorts and underwear, gets a good grip on his cock and strokes from base to tip.

Kyungsoo's eyes jolt open. Chanyeol expects him to be a little putout—he doesn't like surprises—but mostly into it. They've done it before, after all, and Kyungsoo's always a little more pliant in the morning, right when he wakes up. Chanyeol leans down to place a kiss on Kyungsoo's lips, but Kyungsoo pushes him away, hard enough that he falls back onto the floor.

"What are you doing?" Kyungsoo screeches, so loud that Chanyeol's sure it woke up the rest of the house.

"Um, jacking you off?" Chanyeol says, confused. He doesn't understand why Kyungsoo's acting so surprised, like he's never done this before. Was it not good?

But Kyungsoo looks a little distracted by something else now. His eyes are wide, and he drags a hand over his hair, over his face, and down the rest of his body. He bolts up, faces the mirror, and stares open-mouthed. Chanyeol wonders if he's having some sort of existential crisis. He's never seen Kyungsoo like this.

"I-I'm Kyungsoo," Kyungsoo says, reaching out a hand toward the mirror, as if to check that it's really his own reflection staring back. He turns toward Chanyeol again, wide-eyed, and shouts, "Why were you touching Kyungsoo?!"

Chanyeol stares. "What's wrong with you?"

Kyungsoo makes a face of agony, like he's in pain, but before he can say anything else, Zitao walks in.

"We need to talk," he says. And it's Zitao's voice, and Zitao's face, but the words and the tone and the firm press of his mouth are all seeming weirdly familiar.

It turns out Kyungsoo and Zitao switched bodies, and Chanyeol kind of touched Zitao's dick and is kind of freaking out about it.

"I touched Zitao's dick," Chanyeol whines, and he can't even lean down into the crook of Kyungsoo's neck because he's in Zitao's body. He is now the same height. It wouldn't be as cute. He pouts. He likes little Kyungsoo.

"No, you didn't," Kyungsoo-in-Zitao's-body says, rolling his eyes, and it actually looks intimidating. "It was still my dick."

Chanyeol wants to cry. This is so wrong. Kyungsoo isn't supposed to be so scary. That's why his body is so small, to offset the scariness.

"What are we going to do? About—you know."

Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, and it almost makes Chanyeol shiver. "About what?"

"About sex," Chanyeol says, shoving Kyungsoo-Zitao's shoulder. He doesn't even fall over from the force of it like he usually would, his new body muscular enough that Chanyeol's push does nothing. The reason teasing Zitao is fun is because of his whiny reaction. The reason teasing Kyungsoo is fun is because of his tiny body. Now Chanyeol has nothing.

"I guess we just won't have sex until everything is back to normal," Kyungsoo says, taking his large hand and running it down the front of his body. "You can't have sex with him."

"Why?" Chanyeol asks, forgetting about all of his worries and replacing them with a shit-eating grin. "Are you jealous?"

They've never talked about being exclusive. This thing—they don't really talk about it at all. But Chanyeol doesn't want to have sex with anyone else, likes the way Kyungsoo tastes and feels and takes care of him. He likes Kyungsoo, and some part of him wants to believe that Kyungsoo feels the same way.

Kyungsoo elbows him in the ribs, and it hurts. Chanyeol groans, attempts to put Kyungsoo in a headlock, and even though it takes a little more effort than usual. For a second, everything feels normal. That is until Kyungsoo loses control of his too-long legs and knees Chanyeol right in the groin.

This body swap thing lasts a little longer than Chanyeol expected. By now, all the guys know, and are having fun with the fact that Kyungsoo and Zitao's personalities now fit their bodies. Chanyeol will admit it's pretty hot how when Kyungsoo is being assertive, people actually take him seriously. And seeing Zitao-in-Kyungsoo's-body getting scared about a bug is the funniest thing Chanyeol's ever seen. Luckily, Baekhyun got it on film.

But Chanyeol misses the real Kyungsoo, whose looks don't match his personality, who's constantly surprising and overwhelming. Chanyeol likes being surprised. He likes the way Kyungsoo fits in his arms, the way he can carry him across a room, the way he talks a big game but never follows through.

And Chanyeol misses some other things too. His hand hasn't been getting the job done as of late, so he finally gets Kyungsoo alone in their room, locks the door, and sits down next to him on the bed.

"What's up?" Kyungsoo asks, running a hand down Chanyeol's thigh, and it just feels wrong. He almost wants to shove it away.

"I think. We should try," Chanyeol says. "I mean, Zitao is a pretty attractive dude. We can do this."

Kyungsoo laughs, but it sounds all wrong. "Okay," he says.

Kyungsoo reaches up, runs his too-big hand across Chanyeol's cheek, down his neck. He grips the back of Chanyeol's neck and pulls him close, presses their lips together. Zitao's lips, like everything else about him, are a lot different than Kyungsoo's. Thinner, shaped differently. They're a nice shap, curved upward at the ends, and they feel soft against his own. But they're not Kyungsoo's lips, and Chanyeol quickly shoves him away.

Chanyeol shakes his head. "It's too weird."

"I don't think it's that weird," Kyungsoo says, tries to drag Chanyeol back in, but Chanyeol pulls away again.

"That's because you're still kissing me and I'm kissing Zitao," he huffs, crossing his arms.

Kyungsoo stares and Chanyeol starts to feel flustered. He wonders if Kyungsoo feels the same way, wanting to have sex. It's been almost a week now, and since they started this sleeping together thing, they haven't really gone this long. They can always at least slip a quickie in one morning. Chanyeol is having withdrawals.

"How about I make out with Zitao while you watch and it's kind of the same thing as usual?"

Kyungsoo punches him in the shoulder.

Chanyeol tries it anyway, convinces Zitao to give it a go. He works his hand into Kyungsoo's familiar soft hair, presses up against those familiar plush lips. It's good, for a while, until Zitao starts whimpering, high-pitched little sounds from the back of his throat. Whispering "please" up against Chanyeol's lips, trying to grind down against his leg, desperate.

"This is all wrong," Chanyeol says, shoving him away.

"I don't understand why Chanyeol is here," Zitao-in-Kyungsoo's body says, and Chanyeol glares.

It took them a couple weeks, but they finally figured out a way to turn themselves back to normal. Of course Chanyeol is here. For moral support.

"He wanted to watch," Kyungsoo says.

"Watch us make out?" Zitao asks, wide-eyed.

Chanyeol's not sure why he's confused. As soon as he found out the remedy for the two switched bodies was making out, he'd been all for it. Maybe he didn't want to make out with Zitao, but he sure as hell wasn't going to miss out on watching him make out with someone else.

Kyungsoo shrugs, takes his big palm and grips the back of Zitao's—actually Kyungsoo's—neck. Their lips slot together, open-mouthed and slick and wet. Kyungsoo licks his way into Zitao's mouth, sucks on his tongue, and all three of them groan.

Chanyeol presses the heel of his hand hard against his rising dick.

A few seconds later, Kyungsoo and Zitao pause, pull away from each other. Kyungsoo raises a hand and touches his own face, his neck, his chest. Zitao does the same. Then they smile at each other, relieved. They glance back at Chanyeol when they hear another groan.

"Can you guys—keep going?" Chanyeol breathes out, hand working its way over his dick.

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and leaves the room, Zitao close behind.

"Hey, wait!" Chanyeol says, but they don't come back. Chanyeol closes his eyes, imagines Kyungsoo and Zitao making out while Kyungsoo works himself back on Chanyeol's cock, imagines Kyungsoo lowering his head to mouth at Chanyeol's dick while Zitao takes him from behind—and comes all over his hand.

He wipes his hand on the front of his shirt and leans back, panting hard. They're going to need to try that again.

no anon that was EXACTLY THE TAOSOO BODYSWAP I NEEDED yes perfect

yay ty 👍 now let's find someone who can porn to write the chantaosoo threesome that the world deserves

longer. give me the threesome

maybe if chanyeol makes it to finals i'll try to write it for you

will he ;;

maybe if you help :>

not promising u anything. i didn't even.. help my team x(

i did not ask for a taosoo swap but i really enjoyed this, and i was laughing at chanyeol's wailing at losing tiny kyungsoo and having nothing left and thank you. just thank you for writing this

ty for reading and i'm really glad you liked it! ♥ tiny kyungsoo is very very important

this was so great omg lmao at chanyeol suggesting doppar can watch him make out with tao

whispers did you also write het chansoo coffee shop ;;;;

eeep yes i did! and many many other chansoos i just can't stop ;;

I LOVE THIS i have been dying for this idea to be reality...fic reality... ever since it came into existence and so this is a godsend TT_TT also this is chock-full of great lines and since chanyeol gets to monologue them all your chanyeol is the GREATEST ilh--and he can't even lean down into the crook of Kyungsoo's neck because he's in Zitao's body. He is now the same height. It wouldn't be as cute./That's why his body is so small, to offset the scariness. /The reason teasing Zitao is fun is because of his whiny reaction. The reason teasing Kyungsoo is fun is because of his tiny body. Now Chanyeol has nothing./Kyungsoo...who's constantly surprising and overwhelming. (this perfect summarization of dks's existence!!)/"Can you guys—keep going?" Chanyeol breathes out, hand working its way over his dick.

i just want to quote everything do you see my problem!! and the ending is perfect lmao but for chanyeol's sake i hope there's a sequel n___n

part two hundred nineteen

wc!au: team chanyeol - taosoo bodyswap

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