#chanyeol imagines
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Being EXO’s fem!idol crush who gets shipped with them - Maknae Line Ver.
Hyung Line Ver.
a/n: this is based on the SM girl group idol au that i wrote a while back, please read that first so that the writing will make sense :) AND these scenarios are LONG (esp. Chanyeol’s omg it took FOREVER) so i’m splitting this into two parts! enjoy :)
TW: kissing, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of food, slightly suggestive remarks, mentions of bullying, being held, sitting on his lap, mild cursing
Chanyeol:
You were both sent by the company to be on a new variety show called “Idol Roommates,” where a bunch of idols would be living together in the same house for a month. SM had sent you, Chanyeol, Yeri, and Ten, Hybe had sent Beomgyu, Jake, Sakura, and Minji, and JYP had sent Bangchan, Yuna, Lily, and and Gunil. The fans were super excited to see all of their favorite idols be roommates, and you had to admit, you were a little too excited to be living in such close proximity with Chanyeol.
The first episode began with you all arriving to the house with your label mates, and greeting all the other idols in the kitchen. There were cameras hidden all around the house, except for in the bathrooms, so you never really could tell what was being broadcasted and what wasn’t.
“So, what do we do first?” Sakura asked once everyone had arrived.
“Oh, there’s a note here on the table…” Bangchan said as he reached for it. “‘Welcome to your new home for the next month! In this bowl are all of your names. Please draw for your roommate and choose your rooms in order of your ages.’” he read aloud.
“Well, Chanyeol hyung is the oldest, so he goes first.” Ten explained, patting Chanyeol’s shoulder.
“Wow, you don’t have to rub it in.” Chanyeol joked, a playful smile on his face. Everyone laughed along with him, quieting down when he reached into the bowl to draw a name.
“Y/N.” he announced. Everyone turned to you expectantly. Yeri and Ten shot you mischievous grins, to which you blushed and looked away. They knew about your enormous crush on Chanyeol, how he had been your bias since high school, and how you used to have posters of him all over your wall. You shot them a dangerous glare before turning to Chanyeol.
“Alright, shall we go pick our room?” you proposed, desperate to get the attention off yourself.
“Yeah, let’s go!” he agreed, leading you up the stairs.
“This one looks the biggest.” you suggested after you had surveyed all the rooms.
He walked over from the other end of the hall and glanced inside the room you were talking about. “Alright, works for me!”
You had separate beds on opposite sides of the room, but it was still a little awkward. The two of you had several interactions in the past, and they were all pleasant, but mostly formal. You began unpacking your suitcases and shuffling around the room to get settled in silence.
As you did so, you could hear the other groupings running excitedly up the stairs to claim their rooms. Ten and Sakura were first, then Bangchan and Yeri. Gunil had picked Jake, then Beomgyu picked Lily, and that left Yuna and Minji together. Hearing the chatter of your colleagues in the background helped ease the tension a bit.
“Do you sleep with a light on?” Chanyeol asked suddenly, making you jump a bit.
You nodded sheepishly. “I’m a bit scared of the dark to be honest.”
“Ah, you’ll have to remind me. I don’t sleep with a light. Are you okay with having a fan on?”
“Yeah, I don’t mind that!” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck rooming with me. I know I’m not the most fun person in the world.”
“No, don’t be sorry… I’m actually relieved that I drew your name.” he told you reassuringly.
“Really?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. “Why’s that?”
“Because you’re one of the few people I feel comfortable around in the idol world.” he answered, a tiny, bashful grin on his face.
You tried to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. “I feel the same way about you.”
Suddenly, Bangchan and Yeri appeared at your door. “Hey, are you guys ready for the debrief? We’re all heading downstairs now.” Chan asked.
“Yeah, let’s go.” Chanyeol replied, leading you out of the room. He followed Bangchan down the stairs, and with their backs to you, Yeri turned around and wiggled her brows at you. You pushed her forward a bit out of annoyance, causing her to tumble down the stairs by a few steps. You instinctively reached out for her, then looked at her, concerned. You both broke out into laughter, her gripping onto the railing and you holding onto her.
“That would’ve sucked.” Yeri chuckled, holding onto her stomach from laughing so hard.
—————
“Okay, so all the housework has been assigned.” Sakura declared, setting down her slice of pizza. “We’ll do meals in order of oldest to youngest, and chores in order of youngest to oldest.”
The production company had sent you all pizza for your first dinner, but you were instructed to prepare meals for the house for the rest of the time you would be there. That meant that you and Chanyeol would be preparing breakfast tomorrow.
For the remainder of the night, you all just chilled in the enormous living room and talked about all of your careers while a movie played on the TV. Conversation was flowing so smoothly that time just seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, everyone was getting up to get ready for bed, including you and Chanyeol.
“You can take a shower first.” he told you, sitting down at his bed to check his phone.
“Okay, thanks!” you chirped, making your way over to the bathroom.
Once you were done and in your pajamas, which embarrassingly enough had little kittens all over them, you padded your way back over to your own bed. “It’s all yours.” you told him.
“Awesome, be right back.” he responded, getting up from his bed. He did a double take as he looked at you. “Nice pajamas. They’re cute.”
You blushed, trying to focus on drying your hair. “Thank you. Kaori got them for me and I just can’t resist wearing them, even if they are kind of silly.”
“They’re perfect.” he smiled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off. Get it together Y/N. You’re on TV.
You went about the rest of your nightly routine, then curled up in bed to scroll on your phone for a bit. After a while, you heard the water shut off, meaning that Chanyeol was done with his shower. And then it happened. Everything went to black.
You yelped a bit at the sudden darkness, gripping onto your blankets.
“Guys?” you heard Gunil shout from down the hallway.
Everyone started emerging into the hallway with their phone flashlights on. “Is everyone okay?” you heard Lily ask.
“Everyone’s here except for Chanyeol and Y/N.” Jake stated. You heard shuffling down the hallway coming towards your room, which only made your anxiety worsen. You didn’t want any of your adult colleagues to see you scared out of your mind just because the electricity went out.
Just as you were preparing to face your housemates, Chanyeol emerged from the bathroom and practically sprinted over to the door with his own phone’s flashlight.
“Yeah, we’re both good in here.” he told your housemates from the doorway, shielding you from the view. “Since it’s the middle of the night anyway, I say we just all go to sleep. The production company’s cameras will have suddenly shut off, so I’m sure they’ll fix it by morning.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chan agreed. “Well, since everyone’s okay, let’s just go back to our rooms.”
Once everyone was back in their rooms, Chanyeol rushed over to you, sitting down on your bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. You had never seen him so serious before.
“Yeah… just scared…” you shuddered, gripping onto your blankets.
“It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he comforted you, patting your shoulder. “Do you think you can try to go to sleep?”
You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I’d be too anxious. I know that nothing is going to happen to me, but it’s just a fear I’ve never been able to shake.”
He looked as if he was tossing an idea around in his head. Hesitantly, he looked back up at you. “Would you be able to sleep if we shared a bed?”
Your eyes went wide. Was Park Chanyeol actually offering to sleep in the same bed as you just so you would feel safe? It was as if all of your dreams were coming true in this moment.
You coughed awkwardly. “Well um… you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but… it would definitely help.” you stuttered out.
“I don’t mind at all.” he told you, a comforting smile on his features. “I just want you to feel better.”
You grinned, feeling your heart swell with emotions, then scooched over to make room for him.
It was obviously a little bit awkward at first. You both faced away from each other, a good three inches of space between the two of you. You thought that was going to be how the rest of the night went, until you started shaking.
“Y/N, are you trembling?” Chanyeol asked, turning towards you.
You froze. “Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” you sighed in humiliation.
“It’s alright… do you want me to hold you?” he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you spat out reluctantly, even though your heart was screaming at you to say yes immediately.
“I want to, Y/N.” he told you, a slight chuckle slipping out as he did so. “I mean, who doesn’t want to hold the person they like as they fall asleep?”
Your heart stopped. More than anything, you said in your head.
Your mouth fell open in shock, and you frantically flopped over to face him completely. “You like me?”
He nodded, a small smirk on his face. “I thought it was obvious.”
Your face broke out into a huge, toothy grin, and you lunged forward to hide your blushing face in his chest. He chuckled at your bashfulness, closing his arms around you in a tight embrace.
“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.
You happily nodded in his hold. “I think I can manage now that I’ll have something to dream about.”
“Goodnight Y/N.” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before curling up around you.
“Goodnight Chanyeol.”
—————
In the morning, you tumbled awake to see him sitting up against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “I was just about to wake you up.” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Did you sleep well?”
You nodded groggily, smiling through squinted eyes. “All thanks to you.” you curled into his side.
“Although you look super adorable right now, we really should get started on breakfast.” he suggested. “We don’t want everyone going hungry.”
“I suppose so…” you sighed, getting out of bed. You both threw on your robes and slippers and made your way downstairs to the kitchen.
“Alright, what are we working with?” Chanyeol inquired as he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents.
“Well first of all, we’re going to need lots of coffee.” you giggled, busying yourself with the coffee pot.
“Very true. I can get started on some eggs and bacon while you do that.” he decided, swiping the ingredients out of the fridge and moving over to the stove. You prepared breakfast in a comfortable silence, that was, until the front door swung open, and three suited men strode in. You recognized one as your manager, but had no idea who the other two were.
“Hyung? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked one of the men you didn’t know. You now assumed it was his manager.
“Don’t worry, we shut the cameras off this morning.” the man responded to him. “However, the production manager would like to tell you something.” He turned to the last remaining unidentified man and looked at him begrudgingly. Your own manager looked equally as annoyed with the supposed production manager, tapping his foot impatiently.
The man sighed. “The electrical outage was staged last night. Cameras were rolling throughout the entire night, and everything that went on was broadcasted.”
“You mean… the fans saw…?” you asked meekly, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.
“Yes, they saw you and Chanyeol sleeping in the same bed and confessing to one another.” your manager told you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry kid. They didn’t tell us about this, or else we would’ve told you not to act as if you were in private.”
“There is, however, a bit of good news that goes along with this.” Chanyeol’s manager interjected. “The fans are really happy about it.”
You both snapped your heads up in shock. “Really?”
“Our ratings went through the roof.” the production manager explained. “Just in the past eight hours, we’ve received more viewers than any of our previous pilot episodes combined.”
“What are they saying?” you inquired, still incredibly surprised that the response was positive. Fans were not usually supportive of idol romance, wanting to maintain their own personal fantasies about their idols being available. In fact, “Idol Roomates” was kind of a controversial show because it allowed male and female idols to live together as if they were couples.
“See for yourself.” your manager instructed, holding his phone out to you. You began scrolling through some recent tweets he had pulled up on his phone, Chanyeol looking over your shoulder to read them with you.
I TOLD YOU GUYS IDOL ROOMMATES WAS FIRE, NOW WE GET Y/N AND CHANYEOL CONTENT 🔥
channie was soooo sweet to comfort y/n while she was afraid of the dark 🥺 i love seeing him be so soft to her ❤️
that innocent forehead kiss!!! i love them so much!!! <3
“Wow… that’s amazing.” Chanyeol marveled, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”
“Well, that’s up to you guys.” his manager replied. “The company has given us the okay to either confirm or deny the relationship based on your wishes.”
You both glanced at the floor, thinking to yourselves for a moment. Suddenly, you looked up and realized that you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.
“Let’s not say anything.” you suggested. Everyone looked over to you with a slightly shocked expression.
“Nothing?” your manager asked. “You mean, just let them wonder?”
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea…” the production manager agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “They are the most popular couple on the show, and no matter what, there are going to be skeptics on whether or not it was staged. Why don’t we just let the show be an experiment?”
“And if we ever do develop a relationship, this can be looked back on as where it developed.” Chanyeol grinned, taking your hand in his.
You grinned at him appreciatively, then turned back to your manager. “Is that okay?”
He shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “It’s your call, kid.”
You looked back over at Chanyeol, who gave you a determined nod.
“Let’s do it.” you decided.
“Alright, case closed.” Chanyeol’s manager stated, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to see that you guys have a few minutes to speak with each other alone before they turn the cameras back on...” He shot a dirty look to the production manager before continuing. “… but other than that, we hope you have fun on the show. And please, don’t take it too far. Fans can be quite temperamental.”
As soon as the three men left the room, you turnt to Chanyeol. “Did you really mean that?”
“What? That I see us developing a relationship?” he asked, scratching his head with a cute smile. “I thought that much was obvious.”
You giggled, shaking your head at yourself. “This is the second time I’ve been completely oblivious. I feel like such a fool.”
“You’re not a fool.” he reassured you, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. His height always allowed him to give the best hugs. He made you feel so safe and cared for. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thank you…” you whimpered into his chest. “I really do want to make this work.”
“And it will.” he grinned, rocking you slightly. “I promise.”
You looked up, resting your chin on his chest. “I believe you. You promised nothing would happen to me last night, and you were right.”
He smiled down at you affectionately. “There’s one more thing I want to do with these last few minutes we’ll get alone.”
“Hm?” you asked, once again oblivious to his insinuation.
Before you even had time to register what was happening, his lips were on yours. His hands came up to hold onto your face and press himself further up against you. You held your breath, then relaxed into his arms, hands linking together behind his neck. He began to deepen the kiss, puckering his lips against yours repeatedly and darting his tongue between them periodically. When you were completely out of air, you pulled back, both of your chests heaving against one another.
“I can’t wait until this show is over and we can have some real privacy.” you grinned suggestively. “Now, shall we finish breakfast?”
D.O:
You rubbed your sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans, taking a deep shaky breath as you waited in the recording studio. Usually when you were nervous in a place like this, it was because you were worried about messing up your notes or forgetting the lyrics. But that wasn’t the case today. You had practiced the drama’s OST relentlessly, and knew the song forwards, backwards, and sideways. What you were nervous about was the fact that you were going to be singing a duet with Do Kyungsoo.
Not only were you totally intimidated by his vocals, but you also had the most mortifying crush on him. Everyone at the company seemed to know about it except him, and you wanted to keep it that day. You just hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him today.
You jumped as he entered the room, springing to your feet. He looked ungodly handsome, clad in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and jeans.
“Hey Y/N.” he smiled warmly as you locked eyes. “How’s it going?”
“Hey, I’ve been really good!” you choked out, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “How about you? I saw you guys were in Jeju Island last week. I mean, on Instagram, I wasn’t there stalking you or anything. Not that I’m not a fan, but…” you stopped yourself before you dug down into an even deeper hole.
He chuckled at your babbling, somehow finding it endearing. “We were, it was a really good trip. Although I almost threw Baekhyun off a cliff while we were hiking.”
“Oh, that’s not good! Accidents happen, I suppose.” you shrugged, brushing your hair back behind your ears. You could feel a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck, a telltale sign that you were nervous. You had to tell yourself to calm down, you didn’t want to look sweaty when they filmed the video.
“Oh no, it would’ve been on purpose. He was being insufferable.” he explained, grinning evilly. God, he was so attractive.
You laughed, genuinely this time. “I get it. Sometimes I want to strangle the girls.”
He hummed in amusement. “Look at us, bonding over wanting to kill our members.”
You giggled at his comment, feeling yourself relax slightly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so ba-
“Alright guys, the company wants us to film the video now, so in the booth.” your manager decreed as he entered the room.
Nevermind.
“We don’t get a chance to practice at all?” Kyungsoo asked, looking understandably irritated.
“I’m sorry guys, they forgot about the deadline they gave the marketing team for the drama.” the other man explained sympathetically. “They need it within the next hour, and editing is going to need at least a half hour after we film it.”
“Awesome…” you sighed, grabbing a pair of headphones and following Kyungsoo into the booth.
You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, making your hands shake and your throat go dry, both of which would not be good for your performance.
Kyungsoo seemed to notice this, and grabbed your hand gently. Your heart stopped, making you freeze in place.
“Hey, you’ve got this.” he whispered with a comforting smile. “You have the voice of an angel.”
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. He thought your voice was angelic?
“Alright guys, camera is rolling.” your manager said from the control panel. Music starting in 3…2…”
You exhaled as the music started, letting yourself ease up. You glanced over at Kyungsoo. He was looking at you with such kind, sensitive eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you began to sing your lines. When you were looking at him, it was really easy to belt out a love song.
He seemed to feel the same way as he started singing his own verse, his smile never faltering as he gazed into your eyes affectionately.
As you began to sing the chorus together, it was like the stars aligned. You were perfectly in synch, voices intertwining together like two rivers of golden honey merging into one. You were both putting so much passion and energy into the song, the lyrics resonating in both of your hearts as you looked at one another.
As the song came to a close, you both held your notes until the music ended, looking at each other breathlessly. Both of your eyes were twinkling, and you could feel chills running down your spine. That was the best duet you had ever sung with anyone.
“That was amazing you guys!” your manager suddenly said, snapping you out of your daze. “I don’t know how you guys did it perfect on the first try, but great job!”
“Uh, thanks!” you stammered, removing your headphones. You started to blush as you realized the amazing connection you and Kyungsoo had just had. Your anxiety was quickly returning, causing you to act without thinking.
You turned to him. “God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I mean, you are hot, I mean-“
He looked at you expectantly, as if you could possibly recover from that humiliating sentence. However, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an anticipated smile.
However, you were far too overwhelmed with your own nerves to notice. “Well, I’m gonna go home. See you later alligator!”
And with that, you bolted out of the studio and ran back to your dorm, not stopping until you were back in your bedroom. Nabi and Kaori were shouting after you, but you just ignored them, slamming your door behind you.
You collapsed your back against the door and slid down until you were on the floor, placing your head in your hands. “‘See you later alligator?’ What am I, 50?!”
—————
After a few hours of cycling through rotting in your bed, pacing the floor in anxiety, crying out of humiliation, and passing out from exhaustion, you were disturbed by yet another knock on your door. You groaned, assuming it was one of your members trying to talk to you again.
“Dude, I love you, but go away, I need to be alone.” you grumbled, pulling your pillow up over your head.
You heard the door open and someone walk in, but you didn’t have the energy to look up. Maybe if I stay really still, they’ll think I’m dead, and then they’ll leave, you thought.
You felt them sink down on the bed next to you and place a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? Can we talk?”
You snapped up, eyes widening as you realized who was in front of you. “Kyungsoo!” You frantically fixed your hair and wiped your face. “Oh god, I look terrible…”
“No you don’t.” he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You froze at his touch, relishing the feeling of his fingers in your hair before blinking back to reality. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I just thought you should know how well our OST is doing.” he grinned, pulling out his phone. You leaned forward to see the music video you made that already had millions of views in just a few short hours.
“Wow, people love it this much?” you asked in disbelief.
“That’s not all. Look at the comments.” he handed you his phone, and you did as he asked.
You know this drama’s gonna be good when they got Y/N AND Kyungsoo to sing the OST… total power vocal couple!
Y/N and Kyungsoo might as well be the main couple in the drama, their chemistry is insane
the way they sing the song to each other… my heart 💓 💓💓
You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was blooming in your chest, attempting to fight off your smile to no avail. “They really like us, huh?”
He nodded, setting his phone back down. “There’s another reason I came here.”
“Hm?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.
He took your hand in his, just as he had done in the recording booth earlier. “Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me. I think you’re adorable, and I really like you.”
Fireworks went off in your stomach. “Y-you do?”
“Of course I do.” he laughed, shaking your hand in exaggeration. “Why do you think I asked to sing the OST with you?”
Your jaw unhinged in shock. “You asked to be paired with me?”
“Well yeah, how else was I going to get close to you?” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you out after we finished, but you ran away so quickly, I never got the chance.
You blinked at him a few times, then erupted into a fit of laughter. He joined you, doubling over slightly.
As you both settled down, he leaned in closer. “Will you go out with me?” he practically whispered.
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will!”
He smiled brighter than you had ever seen him do before, then slowly inched closer to your face. His eyes were focused on your lips.
Deciding you had been oblivious enough for one day, you took the hint and closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips onto his. He placed a hand delicately on your cheek, then began deepening the kiss, until you both pulled away, eyelids fluttering open slowly.
He smirked. “So, where do you want to go, angel voice?”
Kai:
“You’ve got it… you’ve got it…” Ten instructed you, guiding your movements. You were both in the dance practice room, covered in sweat as you went through the routine. You were working on a partner dance for your next solo album, and you wanted it to be with Ten, but somehow it just wasn’t going as planned. You were stumbling through the steps, there was no flow so your movements were jerky, and you somehow couldn’t shake the tense expression from your face.
As the music finished, you awkwardly caught your footing and struck the most pathetic ending pose you’d ever done. Ten gave you a crooked smile out of sympathy, which somehow made you feel ten times worse.
“Ugh, this is hopeless.” you sighed, throwing your hands up in resignation as you plopped down on the floor and leaned your back up against the mirror. “I’m never going to get this routine down in time.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he attempted to reassure you, sitting down next to you. “You’re doing everything right. Sometimes, it just takes a little while to get the right feel for it.”
“Yeah, or I’m just a horrible dancer.” you huffed. You put your head in your hands and scrunched up your hair. The shoot was in two weeks, and this routine had to be perfect. Your fans deserved nothing less.
Ten was conflicted on what he should say next. On one hand, he wanted to tell you how amazing and talented you were, but on the other hand, he knew it wasn’t going to mean anything if you didn’t believe it yourself. He decided to grab a water bottle and hand it to you with a warm smile. “How about you just take a little break? I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”
You smiled back at him, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. Your brow furrowed as he stood up and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna go find something that’ll help.” he grinned over his shoulder before leaving the room.
You shook your head at his cryptic behavior, then collapsed back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling in desperation. Please God, if you’re listening, please send me something to help with this dance.
“Y/N?” you heard someone ask from the doorway.
You snapped your head down to see who it was, and smiled widely at the pleasant sight before you. “Kai! What are you doing here?”
“Just checking in on my favorite junior.” he smirked, shutting the door behind him as he strolled in. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he stopped in front of you, looking you over with a concerned expression. “What are you doing on the floor?”
“Just taking a break.” you replied, stretching slightly. “I’m too bad of a dancer not to.”
He frowned, crouching down to your level to glare at you. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re an amazing dancer.”
“You haven’t seen me practice this routine.” you chuckled. “I’m sure you would change your mind if you did.”
“Alright then, show me.” he demanded, standing back up and taking a step back.
“Wait, like now?” you asked, slowly getting up yourself. “You don’t even know the routine…”
“I’m sure I can improvise.” he grinned, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the side, leaving him in just a cutoff tank top and sweats. “What, do you doubt my skills?”
“Absolutely not.” you chuckled. You had been secretly admiring him since before you even became a trainee, in more ways than one.
You got into position and waited for the music to start, then thrust into action as you began the routine. The first half went almost perfect, as it was just your solo part. You began to get nervous as the duet portion approached, feeling your muscles begin to tense up.
Kai approached you and placed his hands gently on your waist, a focused spark in his eyes. He somehow knew the exact partner position, and began guiding you across the floor.
“Relax, relax…” he instructed calmly, “remember to breathe.” He spun you around and placed a hand on the small of your back.
You inhaled deeply, holding the breath in your chest for a bit, then exhaled and released all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. You started being able to flow through the moves better, but now you were hyper-focusing the footwork.
“Hey, don’t look at your feet. Focus on me.” he brought you back to center once again, twirling you back to face him and placing his hands on the sides of your face.
You looked up at him, locking in on his pretty brown eyes. It was as if they were telling you exactly what you needed to do, and for a moment, your body was running on autopilot, and all you thought about was being close to him.
“Show me that pretty smile, white swan.” he chuckled with a playful grin, instantly making you giggle and blush.
You actually couldn’t believe that you were going through the entire routine without any problems, and as you struck the ending pose, you were absolutely speechless. “That was…”
“Brilliant!” Ten suddenly interrupted you, causing you to jump away from Kai defensively.
“T-Ten!” you stammered nervously. “We were just-“
“It’s okay, I told him to come here.” your best friend smirked from the doorway. “I found him in the hall and he asked how you were doing.”
“You did?” you asked, a touched lilt to your voice.
“I told you, I wanted to check in on my favorite junior.” Kai explained, brushing the hair out of his face with an innocent half smile. “Ten said you were having trouble with the dance, so I had him show me the training video, and then I told him I’d help you.”
“Oh, well that’s a relief...” you sighed, glad you didn’t have to explain yourself to Ten. “So, you’re not-?”
“Jealous? Hardly.” he chortled, shaking his head. “In fact, I think you should do the dance with Kai for your music video.”
Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, the chemistry is way better. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you’re dancing with him.” he teased, winking at you inadvertently.
You shot him a warning glare, then turned back to Kai. “Is that alright with you?”
“It’d be my pleasure.” he grinned, extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”
—————
It had been a week since your latest solo comeback dropped, and all of Starlight was losing their minds over it. Albums sold out everywhere, you had already one two awards, and everywhere you went, you heard it being played on the radio.
After one of your performance stages, you were sitting in your dressing room, and decided to look over some of the comments on the music video again. You always loved seeing what your fans had to say about your work.
There were a lot about how pretty you looked, how beautiful your vocals were, and how proud of you your fans were, all of which made you giddy with appreciation. However, some were starting to stick out to you and pique your interest. Particularly, the ones about your dance with Kai.
the tension between Y/N and Kai is so thick you could cut it with a knife 👀
i don’t think i’ve ever seen our Y/N dance so well with anyone else than with Kai… i hope they do more stuff together :)
anyone else think Y/N and Kai would make the PERFECT couple??? just me???
You felt your cheeks grow red and warm at the insinuation. I mean, sure, you had been fantasizing about dating Kai for years now. But now that you knew your fans approved, it was all the more flustering.
“Knock knock.” someone interrupted your thoughts as they entered your dressing room.
You looked up, then scoffed playfully. “Kai, if you keep showing up unannounced, I’m going to have to start locking my door. I could’ve been bare faced!”
“And you’d still look just as beautiful.” he commented, smiling at you genuinely.
You pouted your lips affectionately, then stood up to hug him. “Thank you so much.”
“Me? What for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.
“If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve gotten that dance down.” you beamed into his shoulder.
A quiet chuckle rang through your ears. “You already had everything you needed to accomplish it. I just pointed you in the right direction.”
You gave him one final squeeze, then invited him to sit down on the couch with you. “So, what brings you all the way here?”
“Well, I had to admit, seeing you do the dance with that backup dancer on stage made me pretty jealous.” he replied, a more serious expression appearing on his face.
“Oh?” you inquired, folding your hands in your lap. “Is that so?”
He nodded slowly. “Indeed. I was going to let it go, but after reading some of the comments on your music video, I was inspired to do something about it.”
Your heart soared as you imagined him reading the exact comments as you had read previously. Did he feel the same butterflies when he read them over?
“And what exactly are you going to do?” you asked, feeling your nerves vibrate harder with every passing second.
“I want to ask you out.” he told you. He leaned in closer to you, to where you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that alright?”
“Yes, it is.” you replied, letting a huge smile plaster itself across your face. “And yes, I’ll absolutely go out with you.”
He replicated your large grin, patting your leg affectionately. “That’s wonderful. Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else.”
You chuckled, squeezing his hand a bit. “Well, you’re going to have to fight my members for that right.”
He thought to himself for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think I could take them, they’re pretty tough. I’ll settle for being the only guy you dance with.”
“Deal.” you giggled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again, Kai.”
“You’re welcome, white swan.” he chimed. He rose up from his seat and walked over to the door. “I’ll leave you to unwind. I’ll text you later to set up the date, okay?”
You nodded, waving goodbye to him. “Sounds good, talk to you later!”
You turnt back to your mirror, beginning to brush out your curls. However, you were startled as Kai ran back into the room quickly.
He placed a bouquet of flowers on the vanity in front of you, then kissed you on the cheek briskly. “I almost forgot, these are for you. Congratulations on such a good comeback.”
Sehun:
“Excuse me, pardon me, ‘it girl’ coming through!” Nabi declared as you made your way through the busy photo shoot studio.
“Ugh, shut up Nabi!” you scowled over your shoulder at her. “I hate it when you call me that!”
“Hey, I’m not the only one.” the leader shrugged, chuckling mischievously. “Everyone calls you that nowadays.”
“Well, I’d prefer to only deal with it when I’m being interviewed.” you scoffed, setting your bag down at your vanity.
“Spoken like a true queen.” Nabi smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.
You rolled your eyes. “Why did you even come with me today?”
The younger girl shrugged. “You’ve been stressed lately. I figured I’d tag along to make sure you have a comedic buffer.”
You softened at her kind gesture, touching her arm lightly. “That’s really sweet of you.”
“They also always have huge snack buffets at these things.” she added. “I’m gonna go get a plate, okay?”
You went back to your previous mood, sighing and sitting down. “Yeah, just get me some chips.”
You watched her skitter off to the snack table, shaking your head at her. In front of the other girls, she was a strict, stern dictator. But around you, the only member older than her, she was a true child. However, she was your best friend, so you tried to find it endearing.
“Y/N?” a deep voice inquired from behind you.
You spun around in your chair and gawked at the realization of who stood in front of you. “Sehun?!”
He smiled at your surprise, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture. “In the flesh.”
You sprung up out of your chair in an instant, practically jumping into his arms to give him a hug. He stumbled backwards a bit, laughing at your sudden affection, then caught his footing and wrapped his arms around you.
“I’ve missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for the Valentine’s Day shoot.” he replied.
You knit your brows together in confusion. “Really? Because this is…” You looked around the studio, then it dawned on you. There were heart shaped decorations and pink balloons everywhere, and the studio had a romantic, dim lighting.
“Oh… they didn’t tell me this would be a couple’s shoot…” you chuckled awkwardly.
His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? That’s strange. Maybe they knew you’d be nervous if you were told ahead of time that you’d be doing a shoot with the Great Oh Sehun.” He flipped his hair dramatically, a cocky smirk on his face.
You scrunched your nose up, hitting him on the arm playfully. “Ugh, don’t be so smug. It doesn’t suit you.” You were actually just trying to hide the fact that he was right.
Sehun had been slowly becoming one of your best friends at the company, ever since that day he walked in on you being bullied by a bunch of female trainees and silenced all of them with his presence. He was actually competing with Yeri, Ten, and Karina for a spot on your BFF list.
However, you had always secretly hoped for more with him. He was so kind, even though he could seem cold at first, and he always made you laugh. He was so caring, despite how hard he tried not to be, and had incredible wit and humor. Plus, there was the fact that he was incredibly handsome. Like, obnoxiously so. But, as much you wanted things to go to the next level, they remained stagnant. Neither of you were the most upfront about your feelings.
“There you guys are!” the director suddenly clapped his hands behind you, pulling you away from your conversation. “I’ll let makeup and wardrobe know you’re here, and we should be able to start shooting in about an hour.”
You both nodded and thanked him, then turned back to one another.
“See you behind the camera.” Sehun proposed with a minuscule wink that was so small you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been admiring his features so closely these past few years.
You sent him one last smile, then turned back to your vanity while he strode over to his own.
Suddenly, Nabi reappeared next to you with a plate full of snacks. “What was that about?” she asked, crunching on a pretzel.
“Oh nothing, I just have to do an amorous photo shoot with my secret crush.” you grumbled, falling back against your chair with your hands bunched up in your hair. “Did you get my chips?”
Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”
—————
The hour of makeup and wardrobe went by way too fast for your liking. You had been trying to build up your courage to no avail. It seemed hopeless. How on Earth were you going to do a romantic couple’s shoot with your crush without it looking you were hopelessly devoted to him? Not that you weren’t, you just didn’t need the whole world knowing it. That would be mortifying, not to mention a total career killer.
You walked over to the photo setup, which featured a red velvet sofa and a table with an extravagant bouquet of flowers. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, making one last stitch effort to calm yourself down. Settle down, Y/N. It’s just a photo shoot with your colleague. I’m sure he won’t even be-
“Is this chain on straight?” your thoughts were interrupted by the man in question. You flipped around to see him dressed in a deep v-neck black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest, adorned with a glimmering silver chain necklace. His thick black locks were tousled and textured perfectly around his forehead, and his skin was practically glowing.
Okay nevermind, time to panic.
“Holy shit, you look hot.” you heard yourself speak, although you don’t remember making the decision to. Instant regret flooded your brain, and you immediately began apologizing. “Oh my god, I meant the chain looks hot. I’m sorry. I mean, not that you’re not hot, I just…”
“Thank you.” he cut you off, a pleased smile evident on his features. “You look hot too.”
Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. “Th-Thank you…” You were sure your face was as red as a tomato. However, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot in your tight red dress, pearls, vampy lipstick, and red strappy heels.
“Alright, we’re ready to get started!” the director declared from his chair. “Sehun, I’d like to start with you laying on the couch horizontally. Y/N, go ahead and sit on his lap facing the camera.”
You did as instructed, although uncomfortably. He sensed your tension and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“It’s okay, just relax.” he suggested, a reassuring smile directed at you.
You gave him an appreciative grin, loosening up and leaning into his form.
“Okay, now Sehun, put your chin on Y/N’s shoulder and rest your head against her neck. Y/N, just keep looking forward.”
The camera flashed a few times, with a few breaks in between to look over the shots.
“I’m really proud of you, you know.” Sehun told you while the camera crew was busy.
“What do you mean?” you asked him, laying against the back of the couch.
“You’ve come a long way from the girl I met who was letting some older trainees pick on her.” he teased. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I appeared next to you.”
You laughed at the memory. “And I’ll never forget the looks on those girls’ faces when you told them off.”
He joined you in your laughter. “Notice how none of them are at the company anymore, and how you’re the ‘it girl’ now?”
You smiled contentedly. “Everyone seems to be calling me that these days.”
He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and pulled you down to his chest, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ve always been my ‘it girl’ Y/N, from day one.”
You squealed as he caged you in his arms, feigning resistance. A sudden flash went off, and you both looked up to see the camera crew staring at you blankly.
“Ah, sorry guys, that was my fault...” a feeble intern announced nervously. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”
“Wait, let me see that shot…” the director demanded, motioning for the camera to be brought over to him. He looked it over, then turnt to you both with a baffled expression. “This is it. This is our cover photo.”
“What? No way.” you marveled, getting up and walking over to the director. Sehun followed you, catching you as you stumbled a bit in your heels. You looked at the photo, and soon you were both making the same face that the director had made a few seconds ago. “Woah… this is amazing…”
“Look at how beautiful you are…” Sehun commented, taking in the picture lovingly.
You blushed, nudging him slightly.
The director clapped his hands dramatically, snapping you both back to reality. “Alright, let’s keep this energy going! Next I want a shot of Y/N pulling Sehun in by his chain!”
—————
A few days later, you were chilling out at the dorm with your members, having a much needed girls’ night. All of your favorite snacks were laid out on the coffee table, you were all in your pajamas, and there was a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV, even though none of you were paying attention to it. You were far too busy gossiping, squealing, and beautifying each other. It might have been stereotypical girl behavior, but it was incredibly therapeutic.
“Everyone shut up!” Nabi suddenly decreed, jumping up on the couch and holding something behind her back.
You looked up from braiding Kaori’s hair. “Oh god, what is it now?”
The younger girls all laughed, finding it hilarious that you were the only one able to talk to Nabi like that.
“Well ‘it girl,’ it just so happens that I have the most recent issue of Elle in my hands.” the leader grinned evilly, brandishing the magazine out in front of her.
The other three girls all gasped and rushed over to grab at it, except for Iseul, who just jumped up and down excitedly. Her nails were still wet from Marie painting them a few minutes ago.
“Oh my god, you look so hot!” Marie marveled, flipping through the glossy pages.
“Yeah, and this one of you pulling Sehun in by his chain is just perfect!” Iseul nodded in agreement.
“Wait, the shoot was with Sehun?” Kaori asked, her eyes going wide with innocent shock.
“Yes Kaori, we talked about it three days ago. Keep up.” Marie groaned at the maknae.
“Hey, be nice.” you warned protectively. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah right. You’ve only been in love with him for years now.” Nabi challenged you, jumping down from the couch.
“I am not in love with him.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, he doesn’t feel that way about me.”
“The fans seem to think differently.” Nabi commented smugly, whipping out her phone. “Look what they’re saying on Elle’s post about it.”
You snatched the phone out of her hand and began to skim over the comments.
you could tell me the cover shot was totally improvised and i’d believe you… their affection looks so real <3
who knew the oldest member of Etoile and the youngest member of EXO would make such a fire couple? TOTAL goals!
The fact that they’ve been friends since Y/N was a trainee makes this so much cuter… they’re clearly in love with each other 💞
These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤
“Look at how big her smile is!” Kaori grinned admiringly at you.
“I know, it’s so cute!” Marie added, wrapping her arms around your maknae and twirling her around. “‘Oh Sehun, please marry me!’”
“‘Oh Y/N, I’d love to make you my wife!’” the younger girl acted out, giggling madly.
You scowled, trying not to laugh along with them. “How come you two only get along when it’s at my expense?”
You all froze as the sound of a phone ringing suddenly cut through the noise.
You looked over at the end table to see your phone lit up and vibrating. You picked it up and unhinged your jaw as you saw who it was from. “It’s Sehun. I’m gonna go take this.” You got up and rushed down the hall to your bedroom.
The three youngest members attempted to follow you, but Nabi stood protectively in front of the hallway. “Nope, no one is eavesdropping. This should be private.” Marie, Iseul, and Kaori started pouting and vocalizing their protest. That was, until Nabi gave them her signature glare. “Living room, now.” She really was a great leader when she wanted to be.
Shutting your door behind you, you answered the call. “Hello?”
“Hey Y/N, it’s me.” Sehun said from the other end. He sounded uncharacteristically anxious.
“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a concerned manner.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he coughed nervously. “I just wanted to… you know….”
“Wanted to what?” you giggled, sitting down on your bed.
You heard him exhale momentarily as if mentally preparing himself for something. “If you’d like to go out with me for Valentine’s Day?”
Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”
“Don’t make me say it again…” he sighed, clearly having trouble being this forward. “I just… we had so much fun at the shoot together… and you’re just so cool, and fun, and pretty. I’ve never really known how or when to say it, but… something about that couples’ shoot just pushed me to go for it. So will you?”
You clutched onto your chest as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded to Earth. “Yes… yes, of course I will!”
“Really?” he marveled, sounding genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you agreed.”
“Sehun, I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me out for years now.” you chuckled. “You’re the worst at picking up on signals.”
“Yeah, well you’re not very good at sending them.” he teased, clearly getting his confidence back.
You laughed cutely into the phone. “We’re not very good at this are we…”
“No, not at all.” he chortled, shaking his head. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “And just so you know… I meant it when I said that you’ve been my ‘it girl’ since day one.”
You blushed with a small smile. “I usually hate it when people call me that. But with you, it feels good.”
“Well, I’ll have to call you by that name as much as possible. Then you can be mine exclusively, and no one else’s.” he replied.
You laughed once again, feeling like a giddy school girl. “I always have been, remember?”
He laughed at your sudden cockiness, knowing that you definitely learned it from him. “I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day?”
You nodded, feeling your lips curl up into a grin. “I’ll see you then.”
“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”
“Goodnight Sehun.” you giggled, hanging up the phone. You then threw it across the room and flopped back onto your bed, rolling around and kicking your feet in ecstasy.
“Y/N! What happened?” Marie suddenly burst through your door, followed by the other girls. You assumed Nabi held them off as long as she could, but eventually lost strength. There were three of them after all.
You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Guess who’s going out with Sehun on Valentine’s Day!”
The four girls all screamed and jumped on your bed, showering you with praise and congratulations. You laughed as you captured them all in a group hug. It was then that you realized you didn’t need to be the ‘it girl’ to be happy, you just needed moments like these. And with Sehun, they seemed to just keep coming.
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Sexual Fantasies | Chanyeol
Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au!
Word count: 2752
Genre: smut
Author: maari
Warnings: Mentions of alchool, me bringing back Chanyeol's iconic purple hoodie because yes that's a warning, masturbation (f), some explicit words, kinda corruption kink MDI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY
Note: OKAAAY SOOO i kind of wrote it in 3 hours because i really liked the idea and i can say i'm really proud of this one. YEAH BYE
Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name
⫷ Exo Masterlist
"Beer for everyone." Chanyeol announced as he held the bottles out to Kai, Sehun and Kyungsoo.
Y/N smiled, stopping her conversation with Sehun who was sitting next to her, she reached out her hands to grab her bottle.
"And for you, miss." Chanyeol snatched the bottle away from Y/N's hands before she could touch it and handed her another one. "Cola."
Her smile faded instantly and the boys laughed at her surprised face.
"Are you serious?" She asked irritably and Chanyeol pursed his lips, nodding in agreement. She took the bottle reluctantly. "You forget that I'm only 4 years younger than you, right?"
"A baby, practically." Kai spoke, to piss her off even more.
"You should drink milk." Sehun joked, taking a sip of his beer.
Y/N glared at him.
"I'm not the one crying because nobody wished me a happy birthday." She replied and Kyungsoo laughed out loud, nearly spitting out his beer.
Kai and Chanyeol laughed too when they saw Sehun's face wither.
"You're not funny." He complained and she rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Chanyeol who sat on the other side of the couch.
"Why can't I drink with you guys?" she didn't want to look like a child but it was impossible not to pout.
"Because I still remember perfectly how you look when you drink." he replied and she snorted.
"It was only once."
"You wanted to throw yourself in the pool."
"It was hot!"
"You can't even swim."
"I was going to float anyway."
"Your dress was white!"
"The family quarrel will last for how long?" Kyungsoo asked sarcastically.
Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him.
She hated it when they treated her like she was a little sister. She was a friend, nothing more.
And yet, it seemed that no one took it seriously. Mainly Chanyeol.
"I hate it when you guys do that." she complained and saw Kyungsoo raise his eyebrows, slightly confused. "You treat me like I'm a child." she stared at Chanyeol who was stretching his arm on the sofa, looking at her curiously. "Mostly you!"
"That's because you're innocent, Y/N." Kai said and she looked at him instantly.
"What?!" she asked, partially shocked. Because the other part thought it was funny.
That's why she started laughing, that idea was absurd.
But seeing that they were quiet, indicated that it was serious.
When she looked at Chanyeol, he had guilt in his eyes.
She blinked a few times.
"Oh come on!"
"But that has to do with your personality, Y/N." Sehun argued. "You're always so quiet and shy."
"Remember when you accidentally fell into Baekhyun's lap? You ran to hide."
Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the memory of what had happened.
It was all Chanyeol's fault, really. She had bought a new dress, a little shorter than what she was used to wearing but she loved how it looked on her body, she got up from the sofa at Suho's house - it was his engagement party - and Chanyeol got up from where he was about to cover her exposed legs with a blanket.
However, she was annoyed that he wanted to cover her legs all the time so she tried to stop Chanyeol. It wasn't a very smart decision because he kept wrapping the blanket around her waist, it brought him closer and made her flinch every time he tried to cover her up. And that made her fall into Baekhyun's lap because she hadn't seen the boy sitting down.
"Do you need to remember this every day?" she questioned, trying not to show that she was still ashamed of that.
And the way Chanyeol was looking at her was making her even more shy.
"Admit it, Y/N, you're innocent." Sehun shrugged and she stared at him, challenged.
"You guys really don't know me."
[...]
Y/N opened the door and heard hurried footsteps running towards her, trying to balance the purchases in her hands felt something jump on her leg, she smiled before she even looked.
And then barking echoed through the room.
"Hey Zzar, calm down girl!" she laughed and closed the door with one leg. "I hope you didn't wreck your father's house."
Y/N looked around and apparently everything was intact, this made her sigh and go to the kitchen, leaving her groceries on top of the counter. After she bent down to pick the dog up, Zzar gladly accepted and started licking Y/N's face, who just laughed.
"I know, I missed you too." She hugged the dog's body. "Let's make up for lost time, your father will take time."
Chanyeol had taken Toben to the vet to get some tests done as the dog seemed quieter than usual, which was really weird considering it was only calm when Y/N was around, but Chanyeol was worried since Toben wasn't eating right too.
And since Chanyeol couldn't take care of Zzar and Toben at the same time, he had asked for help from the only person he trusted. Y/N.
She already had the keys to his house, she was social enough for Zzar not to strange her presence, she was free to cook and even take a shower at Chanyeol's house.
And it wasn't like she could deny his request.
She could never resist his wide smile.
Even if it meant leaving work, tired, and heading straight to his place after stopping by the market.
Y/N took the opportunity to cook something and while leaving it on the stove, she put food for Zzar.
After eating and washing the dishes she had messed up, Y/N turned off the lights and went straight to Chanyeol's room and threw herself on the huge comfortable bed.
She laughed when she saw that Zzar tried to do the same thing as her, but without success. Y/N was about to pick the dog up and put it on the bed when her phone vibrated.
She looked up quickly, seeing that Chanyeol had sent her an audio message.
'I'm waiting for the doctor to call, he's going to talk to me about the x-ray.' Chanyeol grunted from the other side and Y/N swallowed hard, the tired and husky tone was a little too much for her. 'Thanks again for taking care of Zzar, I hope I'll be back home soon.'
Y/N took a deep breath before answering, saying that she would always be there when he needed her and that everything would work out.
She blocked the phone screen and left it next to her body while looking at the ceiling.
She knew he wasn't only tired but worried, and so was she. Both with Toben and Chanyeol.
However… Chanyeol's voice sent shivers through Y/N's body that she didn't even know was possible.
All she wanted was to be able to be by his side, hugging him tight, feeling his strong arms wrap around her tightly.
Y/N ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath again, that crush she had on her friend was pathetic and longstanding.
But there was no stopping it, he had everything she was looking for in a man and more.
In fact, Chanyeol had set the bar too high for any guy to reach. And the fact that Y/N couldn't find anyone who could come close to what Chanyeol was… was frustrating.
Y/N looked at Zzar who was lying beside the bed and staring at Y/N.
"Your dad is a idiot, you know that?" Zzar cocked the head to the side, seeming even interested in what Y/N was saying. "If he knew what his voice does to my legs, he would never speak around me again." Zzar continued to stare at Y/N. "And the worst thing is, he can't even imagine the influence he has on me. I'm a fool, right?" Zzar raised the hind legs and wagged its tail. "Of course I am, I'm pouring my heart out to a dog."
Y/N sighed, her whole body feeling tired but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until Chanyeol arrived.
However, being stubborn, she even tried to take a nap, but she turned from side to side, even with her eyes closed, sleep didn't come.
And honestly, that outfit was bothering her. Lying down in jeans and a blouse with pearl details was hurting her, that's why she decided to strip down to her underwear and got out of bed, going to Chanyeol's wardrobe to put on one of his sweatshirts.
She touched his clothes, his perfume was impregnated in everything there, and she laughed softly when she found the famous purple sweatshirt.
It had been so long since she had seen him wear that sweatshirt, she smiled mischievously and put it on right away.
Of course, it was twice her size but it could still read the red 'Sexual fantasies' lettering.
She thought he'd thrown that sweatshirt away, but it was tucked away in the back of his wardrobe.
Y/N took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and Zzar followed after going on its way to who knows where, Y/N laughed at the thought that the dog had also gone to do her business.
After washing her hands, Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed as she remembered Sehun's words from the other day.
"Admit it, you're innocent."
Imagine what he and the guys would think to see her wearing that sweatshirt.
Like a click, a rather evil idea flashed through Y/N's head and her eyes widened as she realized what she had been thinking.
Okay, she wasn't that innocent but she wasn't a pervert either.
She left the bathroom, shaking her head as if to dismiss that thought and went back to the bedroom, expecting Zzar's company but the dog wasn't there.
Y/N threw herself on the bed again and looked back at the bedroom ceiling, trying to control her breathing but the idea wouldn't leave her head.
She didn't need to touch herself then and there just to prove to herself that she wasn't as pure as others thought she was.
But on the other hand, no one would ever know. Wearing Chanyeol's sweatshirt in his bed would be like committing a crime.
Maybe not that serious.
But it was dangerous. That's why it was so tempting.
Y/N's breathing started to get heavier as her head convinced her that this was going to be a secret that no one would ever suspect, she brought her thumbnail to her mouth as she pondered practically giving in to temptation.
And she only needed one thing to convince herself, remembering Chanyeol's audio.
His growl had activated something in her, her most intimate and secret fantasies. The most sexual.
Her heart was pounding and she kept her eyes closed as she imagined Chanyeol growling like that in her ear, and then kissing every inch of her neck while his firm and large hands touched her body shamelessly.
How sweet the low moans he would let out, and the dirty words he would speak so close to her ear.
Just imagining it, she shivered all over, her body temperature rose and she felt a certain discomfort in her lower abdomen as well as a fire that rose from her legs to the middle of them.
Y/N took her hand to her panties but figured it was Chanyeol's fingers slowly teasing her.
Now, she needed to finish what she started and she had enough imagination for that.
She was too lost in her own fantasy to hear the front door close, Chanyeol arrived with Toben on his lap.
The poor dog was doped with medicine that would help with the stomach problem it was having, at least he was sure that the little animal was getting better. Chanyeol hated seeing Toben so quiet, it was even weird.
Chanyeol looked for Y/N with his eyes but he didn't find her there so he took the opportunity to take Toben to its bed, after petting the pet's fur, he started looking for Y/N around the house.
She wasn't in the kitchen, he found Zzar sleeping next to the couch but Y/N wasn't there so he just thought she was in his room.
And he wasn't going to complain because he knew how much she liked his bed, and he wasn't planning on going there either because he wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep.
However, he didn't even sit on the sofa because he heard a muffled groan. Frowning, he stayed silent to make sure he wasn't delusional and he was sure when he heard it again coming from his room.
Curious, he made his way towards the bedroom in slow, silent steps. Was Y/N having nightmares or…
"Chanyeol." He stopped where he was when he heard the moan now louder and it had nothing to do with dreams, he knew that moan well but not coming from Y/N. That was why his eyes were wide. "Please, faster."
He felt the blood rush through his veins and pool in two places: his ears, which should have been red, and well…his cock.
The sound was low but still erotic. Something he never thought he'd hear from Y/N, it was so sensual that even going against his morals his feet carried him towards the bedroom door.
He swallowed hard and clenched his hands into fists when he had the privileged view of Y/N lying on his bed, with her panties pushed to the side while her fingers entered and left her quickly.
He smirked when he saw that she was wearing his purple sweatshirt.
Naughty, was all he thought.
Chanyeol wasn't even breathing, he wanted to be able to capture every sound Y/N made, be it the pained moans that came out of her mouth or the sound of her fingers desperately touching her intimacy.
"Chanyeol, I wanna cum. Please."
Heavens, he could never have imagined her saying that, but now that he had heard it, he felt every part of his body become electrified.
Y/N panted and arched as her fingers circled her clit, eyes closed as the most pornographic sounds came out he was sure she was close.
Chanyeol felt his pants get tighter and tighter as he got excited to see the scene.
"Fuck, more. Oh my God." and then he saw her squirm and her mouth open in a perfect O as a loud, drawn-out moan echoed through the house. As she moaned his name.
He felt every hair on his body stand on end and it took a lot of self-control not to bring his hand to the erection that was now apparent.
Y/N took a deep breath as spasms followed the orgasm, and Chanyeol felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy all wet and shiny as Y/N removed her fingers to adjust her panties back into place.
He would have laughed at Y/N's shocked face when she turned her head and saw him standing in the open doorway, if he wasn't completely aroused and ready to do something crazy.
Y/N's mouth opened a few times but no sound came out, it didn't even sound like she was the one moaning seconds ago, and she blinked more than usual. She was speechless.
That's why he took the opportunity to enter the room, being watched by her, and go to the bed, kneeling on the mattress without taking his eyes off her.
Y/N felt her eyes flicker as Chanyeol bent down so that his face was closer to hers, both of their breaths were panting and Y/N didn't even move.
"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" he whispered, bringing a hand to her thigh and Y/N sighed. "And do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head and Chanyeol lightly slapped her skin, making her moan in surprise. "They are punished."
"Please." she asked and he ran his hand over her sodden panties up to the sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Pretty conducive, don't you think?" he referred to the phrase and she bit her bottom lip.
"I was hoping it wasn't just fantasy." She replied quietly and Chanyeol brought his face more close to hers, their noses touching.
"Don't worry, tonight won't be."
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kinktober: dirty talk (park chanyeol x reader)
pairing: park chanyeol x reader
word count: 😃
genre: smutty
warnings: description of sexual activities, dirty talk, car sex, dry humping, p in v, swearing, chanyeol uses the word "pussy" but reader's gender isn't specified.
a/n: i'm really tired, i hope this doesn't suck 😭
“come here", chanyeol said, pushing back his driver seat to the limit, giving him a lot of space inside his mercedes benz.
he softly grabbed your arm, pulling you from the passenger seat to his lap. he adjusted you on top of him, spreading his legs a little bit wider so you could feel his growing bulge.
chanyeol licked his lips, his big hands, long fingers holding you in place. even though you were on top, you knew he was the one in charge.
"look at you", he said in a low tone. "you're gonna let me fuck you inside my car again?"
your ears burned, but you still nodded in response. chanyeol chuckled, pressing your core against his clothed member.
"move", he demanded, and gasped when he felt the first movement of your hips. "fuck, like that..."
he threw his head back, hitting the headrest. chanyeol really wanted to close his eyes and just enjoy the good - but still not enough - feeling of having you turn him on, making him harder, but he knew he could never miss the sight of you on top of him.
"shit, baby, i love when you do this", he moaned. "can you feel how hard i'm getting? it's all because of you."
you moaned at his words. "yeol, please..."
"what?"
"let me take off your pants."
"oh, you want that already?", he laughed. "we've barely started, baby. you already want my dick deep inside you? um?"
again, you nodded. chanyeol gave you the sign, and in a matter of a minute, his pants were pushed down around his ankles, while yours were thrown to the backseat.
you lost no time - chanyeol didn't even allow you to, but you quickly sank down on his member, finally being filled. you could worry he would tease you and call you desperate if it wasn't for the moan he let out.
"fuck, baby, you're so wet", chanyeol groaned, squeezing your hips. "you're always so wet, so ready for me."
as you started to bounce on top of him, chanyeol allowed his body to relax against his seat, watching the way you started to work for your climax.
"yeah, just like that", he praised when you clenched around him. "you're so tight but you take me so well, baby. you fit my dick like it was made just for you."
chanyeol always had his way with words - i mean, there's a reason why he's such a great lyricist. but that also extended to the bedroom (or the car, in this case).
"and you're mine too, right?", chanyeol said between heavy breaths. "this pussy is mine, only i can fuck you like this and get you moaning like a slut."
"fuck, yeol!", you moaned, just proving his point. "yes!"
chanyeol's hands caressed their way to your butt, holding in both hands and grabbing hard as you started to go faster.
"you're so ready to cum, right, baby? fuck... i can feel you clenching around me, so good. are you gonna cum all over my dick? is that what you like?", you nodded at his words, repeatedly mumbling 'yeah' as you felt a knot in your stomach. "then cum, baby, make a mess for me."
and so you did, with a loud scream of his name.
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pairing: dom!chanyeol x baekhyun x fem reader
a threesome between chanyeol, baekhyun and reader. thank you anon for making the request, i hope you like it!
Baekhyun had thrown the comment in the air some other night, claiming “a threesome would be fun” as you, him and Chanyeol sat in the living room of their shared apartment. You brushed it of as a joke, scoffing at him and telling him to “dream on”. But since that night it’s been playing on your mind, every day, every night when you go to sleep, imagining what it would be like to have two people pleasuring you. Obviously you had the idea of who those two people would be. Admitting who were the ones in your mind was inevitable never going to happen, that would be way to weird. How the hell were you going to pretend as you weren't thinking about your two best friends fucking the shit out of you.
It was a friday night, normally on fridays you and the boys would hang out with each other. You usually stayed in and watched a movie or smth. You were all sat together on the sofa and at a specific moment you found yourself sat across Chanyeols lap. You’ve been close other times too, but this time was different. If only he knew what went through your mind. You felt guilty for the way your mind was working but god he looked gorgeous, those plump lips, his twinkling brown eyes, his body.
“You enjoying the view?” Chanyeol smirks as you jump at his voice, too caught up in staring at him, slightly embarrassed as Baekhyun chuckles next to you, and your ripping your eyes from Chanyeols face to the screen as you hear the volume of the TV, looking to the screen to see a sex scene flash before your eyes, just typical. The actress letting out breathy moans as he grips onto you a bit stronger, watching the man and women getting it on as you tried to concentrate on anything other than the thought of the two boys next to you.
“what you thinking bout y/n?” Baekhyun smirks as you nearly choke on your own breath, looking at him as he has a shit eating grin on his face. Chanyeol let out a breathy chuckle next to you as your lost for words, not sure where that comment came from. “Um, what?” you’re trying not to stutter as you try to force you pulse to return to normal. “I know you been thinking about what I said the other day baby” Baekhyun said while Chanyeol is smirking as he pulls you close. His movements harsh but soothing at the same time. “And I know you wanna try it” he’s smirking as he flits his head in Chanyeols’s direction as other licks his lips, back straightening as he shuffles to the edge of the sofa. “What? What are on you about?” your asking quietly, blush growing as both the boys watch you intently.
“Don’t act as if you aren’t dreaming of us three having sex” Baekhyun pipes up as your jaw drops. Your eyes meet with Chanyeol’s at a loss of words, not exactly knowing how to reply, “Don’t lie- you’ve thought about it baby” he’s whispering as you find yourself nodding, pushing your body against Chanyeol and melting into a kiss as you straddle his waist. His arms wrapping around your body firmly. Kissing you like he has waited his whole life for this. His hands wrap up and down your arms, your waist, your ass and brush past your boobs. He breakes the kiss and hold your chin in his fingers, making you look him in the eyes. Then he goes down to kissinh your jaw and neck. Too concentrated on Chanyeol you startle when you feel Baekhyuns hands touching your back.
“Take this off baby” he’s mumbling against your ear and as you move to take it off by yourself Chanyeol rips it off of you in one swift move. He gets up with one of his arms still wrapped around you and guides you to the bedroom. As soon as you enter the bedroom he sits down on the bed, pulling you to his lap, your back facing his chest. Your ass in direct contact with his hardening member. He grabs your waist and pulls you down on him harder, while Baekhyun comes up in front of you and starts caressing your bra covered boobs, kissing you softly. “how about we take this of darling” chanyeol is whispering into your ear referring to your shorts as he kisses the back of your neck, your body twisting as you pull your them off.
“On your back love” Chanyeol groans into your neck mouth as you climb off his lap, laying down on the bed as you look up at both of the boys admiring you in your underwear. “You want us to take care of you huh?” Chanyeol is cooing at you as he spreads your legs and rubs them up and down. Rubs you over your panties rips wetness now completely visible. “look at her, shes so wet” “yeah baby, all for us right” you cant seem to form an answer as you feel chanyeols skilled fingers make their way inside your panties. Baekhyun comes up and plays with your breasts “tell us baby, who are you this wet for?” your answer comes out breathy and chanyeol kisses your thight “good girl”. He starts rubbing your entrance and teasing you. “please” “please what baby? Tell me what you want” “your fingers please”. With that he starts fingering you so slowly, one finger at a time, until he has three of them in, Baekhyun rubbing your clit, kissing and sucking your chest. You feel that knot tighten in your stomach and clench around chanyeols fingers, he seems to notice and pulls them out. “you can’t cum until we allow you to babe” baekhyun pulls you up as you whine, holding yourself steady into his arms.
“get on your knees” Chanyeol orders and positions you on your knees in front of him as baekhyun lays down behind you. Baekhyun grabs your hips and starts rubbing your ass and pussy. Chanyeol takes your hand and guides it to his crotch, you take the hint and start palming him. When he has had enough of your little moves he takes of his shorts, grabs his dick with one hand and the back of your neck with the other. You drool at the sight, his dick is hard, throbbing and dripping precum. “open your mouth wide baby” you open your mouth and he puts his whole length inside your mouth with one move. Hitting the back of your throat making you gag and drool down his shaft. He lets out some groans and starts fucking your mouth, his hand gripping your hair. At that moment you feel baekhyun fingering you again, your juices dripping down his hand. He was teasing you, giving you nor to little or to much, enough to drive you crazy and make you whine on chanyeols cock. He decides he has had enough and removes his hand from your hips. He takes of his bottoms and takes out his dick, hard and leaking. Rubs it a few times and grabs your hips, making you straighten you back so your hole is in level with his dick. “I wanna feel your tight pussy around my dick baby”. He pushes his head into you, teasing you and then with a strong thrust of chanyeol forward you fall completely on his dick. Feeling him stretch you out you want to moan loudly, but chanyeols cock on your mouth doesn’t allow you too. Baekhyun grabs your ass and slams you on his cock repeatedly, while chanyeol grabs your boobs. “look at her, taking my dick while sucking yours” “she is making me cum” the boys exchange a few glances and they suddenly stop. Chanyeol remove his dick from you and pulls you up from baekhyun lap. “get on all fours baby, wanna fuck you open while baekhyun fucks that little mouth of yours”
Chanyeol gets behind you and grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. He takes his cock in one hand, rubs it up and down your pussy and pushes into you without warning. He was thicker than baekhyun, stretching you fully and touching that spot deep inside. He started fucking you hard while baekhyun grabbed your head and pushed his cock into your open mouth while you were moaning. Chanyeol is growling as he pumps his cock inside you at an unbelievable pace, Baekhyun enjoying the view of your pussy being fucked raw as his cock down your throat causes your eyes to water, spit dribbling down your chin as you look up at him with the most innocent eyes.
You were a mess, chanyeol fucking you from behind and slapping your ass, groping your boobs, whispering the dirtiest things ever while baekhyun fucked your throat, pulling his dick out from time to time to let you catch a breath. “youre so tight and wet, you like having two cocks fucking you don’t you?” chanyeol says as he gives your ass a few slaps. “m’gonna cum baby, can I cum in your mouth huh?” baekhyun pulls his dick out of your mouth jerking it of a few times “open your mouth wide baby” your hand comes up to play with his balls and after a few jerks he cums hard. Some of it gets in your mouth, some in your face and some in your chest cause chanyeol grabs your arms and lifts you up. At this angle you feel him hitting that specific spot directly after some thrusts, bakehyuns hands rubbing you clit and nipples you start shaking and clenching around chanyeols dick. “cum on his cock baby” that’s all it takes and you cum hard on chanyeols cock, feeling a rush over your body, fluids dripping and you become more sensitive to the thrust of his cock, while he fucks you throught your orgasm. chanyeol thrusts become sloppier and he pull out and cums over your ass while groaning and moaning.
you fall on the bed, covered in cum while both of them lay on either side of you. Caressing your body softly and catching their breaths. “that was amazing” you say while snuggling closer to Chanyeol, facing Baekhyun. Chanyeol lets out a deep chuckle as Baekhyun smirks “we should do this again”
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HI! Happy New Year!
Can I request #51 with Chanyeol pls? Wishing you all the best for 2024! Thanks in advance!
Distraction 🏋️♂️
Genre: fluff | personal trainer!au
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader
Length: 2.3k
Warnings: Chanyeol is a warning all in himself boy!!!
a/n: I said i was gonna make a gym drabble and baby here it is!!! This isnt really fluff, but its def not angst. What other genres are there??? I could've made this 6k is2g lmao i want the smut 😂. but ayye these are just drabbles! I'll behave. Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for the request 😚 this gif of him alwaaaays makes me crazy like if i stare at it for too long ill scream. no im not ok thanks for asking
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
Dread filled you as you gazed at the building looming in front of you. Your worst enemy—the gym.
You despised the place for two reasons. The first was simple, it was a gym, pretty self-explanatory. The second reason was your personal trainer, Park Chanyeol.
You swore from the moment he was assigned to you he made it his mission to make you never come back. He had to have a torture kink or something, with the stuff he had you doing. You’ve pushed yourself to the point of puking a few times under his care, and still he would make you keep going.
And sure, you were seeing results. And, yeah, it was getting easier. You felt yourself growing stronger with every session. He was good at what he did, even if his practices had you questioning the legality of it all.
With a withering sigh, you got out of your car and made your way to what was your personal hell.
You spotted Chanyeol as soon as you entered. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, legs spread apart, looking rather unimpressed as he hovered over a guy struggling to do pushups.
You tried not to stare too long at those exposed arms, the massive muscles bulging over his just as firm chest. He always wore the same thing: black basketball shorts with a black muscle shirt that left little to the imagination of how much time he spent at the gym. You’d only ever seen him work out once yourself and…. You refused to let your thoughts wander to that moment.
As if he could hear where your mind was attempting to go, his eyes flickered up to where you were scanning in your membership badge. A wolfy grin split his face as he took you in, the heat of his gaze made you shiver.
He only acknowledged you for a second. It took you a beat too long to realize he was counting his client’s reps. Ignoring him, you headed over to a secluded corner and started your warm up stretches. Chanyeol helped the poor dude up, that strength of his coming in clutch when his client’s knees buckled and he almost hit the floor.
You winced, knowing that pain. Luckily, this gym had darkly painted walls and dim lighting to give its customers a sense of privacy. It helped that it was later in the night, nearing eleven, so there wasn’t many people present to watch him struggle. As well as yourself. That was why you preferred coming late. Less people, less judgement, and it wore you out enough that you could go straight to bed as soon as you got home—after a post workout meal, if Chanyeol were to ask.
He clapped the scraggly man on his back, making him cough, and gave some uplifting words as they slowly made their way to the front door. You were just finishing your stretches when thick bowlegs were in front of you. You were sitting on the floor, so you had to look up, up, up that firm trunk of a frame to meet those round eyes of his alight with humor.
“You actually showed up today?” Chanyeol asked, tilting his head curiously. His shaggy hair fell into his stare.
You glared at him as you climbed to your feet. “Well, I figured you haven’t killed me yet.”
“Yet.” His grin was a warning. He nudged his head to the rather empty machines. “Come on. It’s leg day.”
You let out a relieved breath. It was torture for sure, but leg day was your favorite. He led you to a machine and you got to work.
You tried to focus on the tasks given to you. To focus on your posture, your breathing, on keeping your core tight. But, it was rather difficult when something, or rather someone, was far more distracting.
That was another thing about Chanyeol that you despised. When you first found out he was going to be your trainer, your immediate thought was ‘hell no’. You were hesitant to have a male trainer to begin with, but this one? He was fine as all hell. Too fine. And with that smirk he gave you when you first refused his help—the one he still gave you, mind you—you knew he was going to be a problem.
Matters were only made worse when you actually trained with him. During your sessions, he was nothing but professional. His goal was to help you through your workouts and he did. His large hands would skim over your body as he fixed your posture, or added pressure against your legs so that you knew where to put your weight. His voice was deep and he would use it to encourage and praise you. There was never any teasing or animosity while you trained. His voice would sink into your brain, scramble your thoughts and leave your body boiling. Especially when he’d hit you with a ‘good girl’ or ‘just like that. Perfect’.
He had to know what he was doing.
It was near the end of your session, you had one last work out to do.
“Save the best for last,” Chanyeol said as he took you to a bizarre looking machine.
“And what the hell is this thing?” You asked with a lifted eyebrow.
“It’s called a hip abductor,” he explained to you like he thought you were dumb.
You ignored his tone. “How’re you supposed to use it?”
“Sit on it and I’ll show you.”
You brushed off the innuendo, and prayed he didn’t catch the heat on your face. Instead, you bumped the machine with your shoe, warily taking it in. You were exhausted, and didn’t want to do another set of nothing.
“Why don’t you demonstrate for me?” You suggested.
Chanyeol lifted an eyebrow and you shrugged in response. “What? I’ve never seen you work out before. How do I know you’re qualified to train me?”
He barked a laugh at that, knowing you’re bullshitting now. “I imagine your glutes are enough proof of my teaching abilities.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “And why are you looking at my glutes?”
He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just making sure I’m doing my job.”
You crossed your arms over your chest and hummed, unable to think of a good comeback. Instead, you nudged your chin towards this ‘hip abductor’.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said. Despite his words, he didn’t call you out. You watched as he plopped onto the machine with a sigh. You couldn’t help but grin victoriously, eager to see the man at work.
He adjusted the weight, settled into the seat, and then pushed his thighs against the pads, spreading his legs out wide before bringing them back in. He began explaining what he was doing, what muscles he was working, and the proper way to move, but you could barely hear a word over the way his thick thighs flexed, the muscle underneath stretching the skin.
You realized then that your roles were reversed, and a brilliant idea popped into your head. He was always teasing you during your sessions, and now was your turn to have some fun and return the favor.
You took a couple steps closer to him, studying him more, like you were invested in getting everything right. Then you ran your fingers down his arm and he faltered for a second.
“Am I supposed to hold on to the seat like that?”
You didn’t miss the way his grip tightened, his knuckles whitening.
“Yeah,” he said between clenched teeth.
He pushed his legs out again, and you’re quick to fill the new space, forcing him to keep them open.
Your name left his mouth in a warning. That only made your grin grow wider.
He glared up at you. “What are you doing?”
“Testing to see how long you can hold this position.”
He said your name again, but you interrupted him before he could finish. “You always push me. Why don’t I test your limits for once?”
Something ignited in his eyes and the lights ahead shown in them hauntingly. “Who says you don’t already do?”
“What?” You asked, startled by how gently the words left his full lips.
He didn’t repeat himself, but he appeared to give into your challenge. He sunk more into his seat, eyes never left yours as he held the position, too competitive for his own good. Though it worked in your favor.
You’re not sure how much time passed, but it felt like hours of you standing between his legs, both never looking away from the other.
Finally, you decided it was time to up the ante. Sweat had started to gather on his forehead and neck, but most importantly, a slight tremor had started in his legs.
“What’s wrong?” You asked with a fake pout. “Can’t hold it anymore?”
“I’m chilling,” he replied back, but you heard the strain in his voice.
“Is that so?” You grinned again and rested the palm of your hands above his knees on either side of you. “You’re shaking.”
You took your time scaling his body before meeting his eyes again. He was holding his breath, but something in his expression was begging you to continue.
So, you did.
Slowly, you dragged your hands further up his legs, remembering all the times he had done the same. Although he was always professional about it. He only touched you when he had to. There was nothing professional about your touch. All the sexual frustration you’ve felt because of this man had seemed to bubble over and took control of your limbs. In this moment, you wanted him to understand what he did to you, wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
His eyes fluttered as you dragged his shorts up with your wrists, wanting to feel his warm skin.
You quickly glanced around the gym, noticing you were the only ones left, and that made you even more bold. Nearly at his hips, you went to move your hands to his crotch.
Chanyeol was fast. Before you knew what happened, he had snatched your wrists with one hand, putting a halt to your little game and causing you to gasp in surprise.
Your ministrations had you bent over him, so your faces were only an inch or two apart. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours, the hair on his forehead tickled your own.
“You’re playing with fire here,” he warned, voice a steady grumble against your lips. When he pulled back to take in your expression, you saw the burning inferno ready to wreak havoc in his gaze. You knew that if he were to let go of those flames, it would burn away all pretenses, all politeness, and rules.
And you wanted that. You wanted his fire to consume you, wanted his desire to engulf and burn and hurt.
There was a pause as you both study each other, waiting to see who would break first. You found your arms shaking in his grip, not with the usual soreness you’d usually be shaking with at this time of your appointment. It was adrenaline, your own desire raised to meet his.
Of course, he felt it too. “How long have you wanted me, Sweetheart?” He sounded deceitfully sweet, and it made your sore legs weak. He gathered that much, so he gathered you. Large hands went to your waist, easily lifting you up so that you were now straddling him. With you on his lap, he could finally close his legs, and he did so with a relieved huff. A mocking laugh left your mouth, but he put an end to it by pushing you down so that you were seated fully on him—right on his bulge.
“Oh!” You startled. You blinked up at him innocently before throwing back at him, “how long have you wanted me?”
He hummed thoughtfully, running his hands up your thighs to hold your hips. He pressed his lips to your ear, “from the moment I first saw you.”
You shivered at both his confession and his warm breath on your skin. It took everything in you not to roll your hips into him, the pressure of him just as much a tease as his expression and words and touch.
“That being said,” he started, and you already knew you weren’t going to like what he was about to say. “You have a workout to finish.”
“I can think of a few alternatives that are just as effective,” you said, giving into the temptation to gently grind against him.
He bit his lip, holding back a moan as he forced you to stop with his hands on your hips. His attention fell to your chest hovering in front of his face. “You’re not getting out of this one. Nice try though.”
You groaned and straightened, slumping dejectedly. He chuckled before wrapping an arm around your waist, standing abruptly. You squealed, holding onto him as he turned around to sit you down onto the seat of the machine.
“Chanyeol,” you whined.
“Hey, I let you stall, didn’t I?”
“I mean yeah, but we were in the middle of something.”
“I tell you what. Finish this set and I’ll reward you.”
“Reward me how?” You questioned skeptically. His idea of a reward usually benefited him more than you.
As an answer, he stuck out his tongue, wagging it quickly at you. Your eyes widened in shock, scandalized. But the burning in your abdomen and the way your legs pressed together was a dead giveaway to how enticing a reward that was.
“Fine,” you grumbled, adjusting the weight and starting doing your reps.
Chanyeol’s loud laugh echoed throughout the building at your eagerness.
“If I knew that was all the encouragement you needed, I would’ve incorporated it sooner.”
“Shut up,” you muttered.
“Make me.” He smirked.
“Oh, I will be as soon as I get that reward you promised.”
When you left the gym some time later, you couldn’t help but to think maybe your trainer wasn’t that bad afterall.
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hey!! Can I request a chanyeol fic, reader is fwb with chanyeol and is madly inlove with him, confesses to him but gets rejected then when she decides to move on, chanyeol realises what hes lost 🥺
Synopsis: You met Chanyeol in the final year of college by pure accident when your previous roommate moves out and he comes in his place. Being roommates with a college hottie has it's pros.... but also it's cons. Every moment spend with Chanyeol tangled between the sheets ignited something deep within you, deeper than just bodily lust. But the real question is, is it the same way with him? Does your smile pull at his heartstrings just the way his pulls at yours?
Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader
Genre:- Smut, Angst
Author's note: YAYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST. THANK YOU SOO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! IT GOT ME SOOO EXCITED! I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS. I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT EVEN THOUGH THIS HAD ME CARRIED AWAY. ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY :((
.... Sometime in late evening ....
It was a daily occurrence now, almost like clockwork. One of you would be having a shitty day (and that's mostly every other day) and you'd seek each other out.
Or rather, he would seek you out.
You didn't even enter the living room properly and he was already on you, his hand on your ass as he pulls you closer harshly, claiming your lips with a fervent need.
One of his hands took the books from yours and placed them on the table absentmindedly, his other hand squeezing your ass through the fabric of your jeans, all the while his tongue clashed against yours in a never ending battle for dominance.
It was exhilarating for him, for no matter how many times he'd have had you, you were always that wild, untamed brat that never quite bend at his will easily like the other girls who practically threw themselves at him.
You tiptoed as you tried to keep up with his kiss, giving him a run for his damn sanity with the way you bit on his lower lip, your moan was followed by his deep groan against your lips. Your arms were around his neck, fingers naturally tangling in his luxurious locks.
That was the way you guys were.
If someone would ask you what you and Chanyeol are, you would have no answer, absolutely none. You weren't together. You certainly aren't lovers. You were just two people who would seek each other out to let out your pent up frustration.
You still remember how it all actually began. It was the second last semester and your neat freak of a roommate moved out suddenly, and a tall and drop dead gorgeous giant came in.
At first you didn't give in to his advances, knowing fully well that Chanyeol wasn't the type to commit, wasn't the type to have something serious. But one drunken night and one taste of his lips was enough to convince you otherwise.
Outside the bedroom, you were roommates with completely different lives. Inside the bedroom, however, Chanyeol fucked you like he owned you, every inch of you. He was gifted at the art of the bedroom. He worshipped every inch of you like he cherished nothing more than he cherished you.
But you knew it was all a facade.
It was an unspoken agreement. No strings attached. Just sex. Nothing else.
Simple.
Or so you initially thought.
But every touch of his upon your heated skin, every kiss that took your breathe away, every word he uttered to you, it all built up into something until you realized that the reason why you can't go out with some other guy is because you're in love with the one who's interested in owning you only while in the sheets.
That jolt of harsh truth was what brought you back to the reality.
Chanyeol's lips leave your to trail a wet path down your neck, biting and suckling at your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan yet again.
Chanyeol always managed to coax moans from you like how one coaxes melody from an instrument.
You arch your neck, letting him have his way with you. You had little defenses when his lips and tongue and teeth made you lightheaded. He groaned against your skin, pulling you incredibly closer, grinding his hard length against your clothed center and gods, that almost made you see literal stars.
"Bedroom. Now." His deep baritone was laced with a needy growl, his hold on your waist turned impatient, tapping your thigh in a way to tell you to wrap your legs around him as he took you to his room, his lips finding solace in yours yet again.
Chanyeol let go of you lips only after your back hit the mattress, lips tracing a path downward, pulling your skirt and panties along and throwing them absentmindedly in some corner of the room.
What happened next is the same yet different for you. The same disregard for clothes, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth, his impatience in getting his hands on your bare skin. But even when the majority of these occurrences were the same for you, what was different was the way it felt each and every time.
His lips fervently mapping out your heated skin felt personal, his hands worshipping crevices; that even you don't deem worthy of attention; felt personal. When he ate you out like a man starved and made you come upon his skilled tongue, it felt personal. Each and every thrust of his girthy cock into your tight cunt felt personal.
They say to not catch feelings but how could you not? How could you not catch feelings when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in his deep voice? How could you not catch feelings when he made you feel like you were something different, something important, and not just one of the many girls he sleeps around with? How could you not catch feelings when one smile of his could brighten your whole day? How could you not catch feelings when you beheld the passionate gleam in his eyes whenever he's doing the things he loves.
Time spent with Chanyeol tangling in the sheets was blissful, but that's exactly where the bliss ends and the harsh reality slaps. The sound of Chanyeol rolling off the bed, the light shuffling of feet, the rustle of clothes, oh and the final nail on the coffin, the sound of the door slamming shut as he leaves your room. All of it clawed away at your feelings. Whenever you get high hopes, Chanyeol slams the door shut on them.
It was getting exhausting, this cycle of mental torture. The fact that he probably fucked around with other girls and would touch and kiss and hold them the same he did with you. The fact that while these mutually agreed escapades meant nothing to him, they were the reason why you weren't seeing anyone else anymore. The final semester was coming to an end, and so was your sanity and patience.
You couldn't take the weight of the feelings locked deep in your heart anymore.
You make up your mind, deciding that you'll tell him, hoping against hope that his reaction would be affirmative.
"What if he doesn't reciprocate?", whispered a little voice in your head.
You pushed those thoughts aside, trying not to think of how exactly Chanyeol's possible rejection might effect you.
.... A Week Later ....
The past was repeating itself yet again when Chanyeol stood up from the couch he moment you entered and crossed the distance between you both, lustful intentions swimming in his brown orbs. He made to pull you closer, hand reaching out when you stepped back.
Unspoken questions were evident in his gaze, a slightly pained expression taking form in his eyes. You took that was an opportunity to speak, your voice low, your eyes on his.
"What are we, Chanyeol? What am I to you?"
Chanyeol's demeanor shifted at that, body going rigid as he pulled back the hand that was reaching out towards you. He underwent a whole change. His eyes went vacant, face going neutral and you were no longer able to read the expressions on his face, the emotions in his eyes.
Standing right before you was a man who couldn't care less.
He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, "It isn't that deep. It's just sex, y/n. We talked about this."
The audacity. The mere audacity of this man, to shrug and cross his arms as if this isn't like the matter of life and death for you.
You took a step closer, your feelings replaced by bubbling anger, anger and pity, anger on how stupid you've been, anger on him, pity for yourself, pity for the pathetic situation you've got yourself in. While you were boiling up from within, tears had started to line the corner of you eyes with the way this conversation was turning out.
You tried to sound anything but broken, but your voice betrayed you. "You've got to be kidding me, Chanyeol! It isn't 'just sex' and you know it too!"
The tall man had the audacity to huff a humorless laugh at your words, and it further made your composure crumble. He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, throat bobbing as he took deep breaths.
"C'mon y/n, don't be absurd. Or perhaps.. did you think that we are a thing? It was just sex, dammit! We talked about this. About not catching feelings. Don't be a child, y/n."
Ouch
That. That was perhaps the last straw for you, for you and the tears you've been holding back. They cascaded down your cheeks in a hot, salty trail and you let them. You were done trying to act like you were okay when you actually weren't.
Chanyeol stilled, taking all but one step towards you before you held up a hand, taking two steps back, away from him.
"y/n... please... I'm sorry. It.. came out wrong.. listen to me.. let's talk-"
"No."
You were done. After being trapped in an endless cycle of having nothing but one sided feelings, making a fool of yourself in front of this man who is brushing it off as if your heart isn't at your fucking throat, you were done. You still have some self respect left in you and you'll not do the mistake of letting him affect you this greatly again.
Pining Chanyeol with a stern look, you turned to your heel, running up the little distance to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. All of Chanyeol's half hearted pleas were put to a deaf ear.
You leaned against the door, your legs giving out beneath you as you sank to your knees. Back against the door, you pulled your knees to your chest, head bowing as you cried and cried and cried, the voice of Chanyeol's pleas fading and then vanishing entirely followed by a soft thud of footsteps as he left.
.
.... Three Hours Later ....
After an hour of crying, two hours of pitying yourself and stewing in your grief, you finally raise your head with a determined gleam in your eyes.
You were done.
So very done.
.
Sometime around 10 the next morning
"y/n?"
Chanyeol's deep voice reverberated throughout the apartment, getting no answers. He called out again, desperate and breathlessly this time. He had already knocked thrice on your door, three harsh raps on the wood that would wake even the dead.
Now that he was awake after a very disturbing sleep last night, he wanted to make amends. He wanted to talk to you. Just the mere thought of losing you; because of something he said in the heat of the moment without prior knowledge of how he actually felt; just that thought alone made him lose his fucking mind.
He took a deep breathe, readying himself, for what, he didn't know. He took out the extra pair of keys from his pocket, pulling out the one to your door, putting it in and turning it before he could second guess himself.
He gasped.
No
It couldn't be
He had braced himself for a lot of ways in which this situation could have unfolded in front of him and yet the particular way in which the things played out caught him completely by surprise.
The room, which belonged to you, was empty, save for the the bed, the table and the closet and the various drawers and other conventional things that were always there. All your posters were gone, all your favorite books were gone, every single thing that screamed your name to Chanyeol was gone.
He took unsteady steps towards the bed, grabbing the pillow that lay there. It smelled faintly of you, strawberry and vanilla. His breathe came in raspy pants as he wrapped his mind around what had happened.
You had left.
Left him.
Chanyeol sank to his knees and wept, tears free flowing from his beautiful eyes in angry torrents.
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Loving you is all I know.
Chanyeol x reader ft exo (angst)
Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.
Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel
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Y/n pov:
It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.
It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.
Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.
A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.
Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.
I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.
When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.
As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.
“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo
“N no,” I said turning away
“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice
“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him
“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us
“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment
“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side
“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject
“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me
“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me
“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room
“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket
As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin
Chanyeol pov:
I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n
“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them
“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said
“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad
“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said
“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive
“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed
“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked
“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor
“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room
I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.
When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.
She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.
When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked
“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him
“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger
“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say
“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder
I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good
Y/n pov:
After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel
As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me
“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head
“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears
“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking
“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him
“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me
“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried
“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm
When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.
After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.
When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.
The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.
After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.
After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.
When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.
When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.
“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her
“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us
“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore
“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes
“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry
“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying
“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying
“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling
“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice
“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing
“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused
“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”
“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me
“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling
“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time
“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly
“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand
“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle
I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up
“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well
“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.
“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged
“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes
“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight
“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile
“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful
“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him
“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent
“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.
Chanyeol pov
I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.
I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.
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welcome home, sergeant
Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader
Genre: fluff, suggestive
Word count: 988
Summary: You welcome Chanyeol home from his military service with a game.
Warnings: mentions of shooting and bullets (NERF guns and foam bullets!), strip tease
Author's Note: This is SO late but life got busy around the time Chanyeol was discharged and then I fell into a not so good headspace that I am still crawling my way out of. I am still slowly, but surely, working on something for his birthday too so hopefully that one will come out in time! Please enjoy this belated piece. Are we all excited for PCY1!? I firmly believe that will cure everything 😂
548 days. 548 days he had been gone. 548 days had finally passed and today is the day he is finally coming home.
Okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. You were lucky times had changed and enlisted soldiers could now access to their phones while serving, off duty of course. Not to mention the multiple vacation times he had earned where he could come home for a couple days here and there. But now, the difference is that he won’t have to leave again. Now he will be home for good, no more teary goodbyes and promises of “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
You had planned with his family, his parents and grandparents would go to to pick him up from the discharge site and then they would meet his sister and her husband for a nice lunch. He was a little upset upon hearing that you wouldn’t be joining them but you made some suggestions about your inability to keep your hands off him while he’s in uniform and, well, he couldn’t complain about that. He’s well aware of how handsome and manly he looks in his full uniform - the camo print suit, the special warrior and sergeant rank badges, the beret, the black lace up boots - and the effect it had on you.
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Stepping through the threshold of the apartment, he is completely expecting you to greet him on the spot but is instead met with complete stillness and silence, not even the pitter patter or yippity yap of the dogs speedily rounding the corner.
Taking off his boots and dropping his bag, he makes his way further into the living space where he finds an unusual sight, an array of NERF guns with a handwritten note above them.
Welcome home, Special Warrior SERGEANT Park Chanyeol of the 9th Infantry Division, White Horse Unit!
A smug smile spreads across his features reading the way you address him.
You may have proven your skills on the field but I have yet to witness them with my own eyes. Show me you’re worthy of the title you have been given and the praise you have received. Your success will be rewarded accordingly.
CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON
If there was anything Chanyeol loved, it was a challenge. And with the added promise of a reward? From you? His competitive, passionate fire is set ablaze.
Picking up his gun of choice and checking it’s loaded, he straps on a belt with extra ammunition before scoping the room and figuring out where you could be hiding. He dives dramatically and tumbles across the space, appearing directly in front of your hiding spot behind the sofa. Exactly like you had anticipated, allowing you to shower him in foam bullets before making your speedy getaway. You hear his throaty chuckle as you quickly run down the hallway to your next planned location. Because of course you had to have a game plan when going up against Chanyeol. The man might come off as a playful, goofy giant but when it comes to winning, he puts his big brain energy to good use. But you know him well enough to be able to predict his movements, maybe just as much as he knows yours which makes this an interesting battle indeed.
The next half hour or so is filled with giggles, crashes into the wall and furniture, loud footsteps running and multitudes of flying bullets coating the floorspace of the apartment. ‘Til eventually, a strong arm rounds your waist and pulls you in as you sneakily try to pass the doorway of your bedroom, having lost track of where he had gone.
You’re thrown onto the bed and quickly pinned down by him straddling your hips and holding your wrists above your head, staring down at you with hungry eyes.
“Enough with the games, baby. Where’s my reward?”
“Right here, Sergeant.” you say sweetly, puckering your lips.
Chanyeol own lips quirk up in a smirk, lowering himself to you for a kiss.
But before he knows it, the moment he loosens his hold on your wrist you lock your hands around his own and roll him over so you’re now looking down at him triumphantly, sitting on top of his hips. Chanyeol is looking up at you with wide eyes, blinking like a fool trying to process what the hell had just happened.
“Hm,” you tap a finger on your lips questioningly, “maybe you’re not so worthy of your title after all.”
“Hey! That’s not fair! I was caught off guard! You were already just about to give me my reward! I want my re-”
He stops mid-protest when he sees you peeling off your t-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. Jaw dropping, eyes mesmerised and tracing over the sight of your skin being exposed to him. His hands move with a mind of their own, reaching up to touch you but you quickly slap them away.
You slowly stand up to your full height above him, turning around and looking back at him over your shoulder as you tuck your thumbs inside the waistband of your shorts and slide them down your legs, making sure that you bend over at the waist to give him a full view of his reward.
When you decide you’ve given him enough time to appreciate your assets, you turn back around and assume your previous position. Although now, there was a growing bulge beneath you, a clear answer to your next question.
“Is this reward to your liking, Sergeant Park Chanyeol?” You speak his name breathily, emphasising each word.
He nods rapidly, before reclaiming his cool, growling and grabbing at you. Chanyeol flips you back over so you’re beneath him and brings his face close to yours, enough that you can feel the heat of his breath but not enough for your lips to touch.
“But I like this better.”
His position is top after all.
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To My Lover From Afar; Record 2
Pairing: Alien AU! Do Kyungsoo x Actress!Reader |CW: Mentions of death, mentions of suicide, but not a lot.|Heavily inspired by the drama series. "My Love From Another Star."||Word Count: 2.9k.
Summary: Do Kyungsoo has been living on planet Earth for the past 400 years after having failed to return home due to unforeseen circumstances. With only a few months remaining before his long-awaited return, he's found himself caught in problems and people that he thought he had left behind centuries ago. Is this what humans call, "fate?"
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“Here.” A young lady, seemingly no older than 16, presents her savior with a poorly rolled scroll.
The hands that hold them out for the other to take slightly tinted, a dark hue staining the underside of her fingernails.
The man in front of her, her savior, accepts it graciously despite its sorry state. Eyes filled with curiosity as he unrolls it.
“Forgive my ignorance, however I cannot read the alien texts that the visitors of the gisaeng house carry around. Hence, my inability to write a hanging scroll. I hope this will suffice in its stead.”
Once his eyes finally greet the contents of the paper, there is nothing he can do but marvel at the ink that washes over it.
A figure that seemed to be the unidentified flying object that brought him to Earth is positioned on the upper corner of the composition. A shape that resembles the moon, floating through a field with tall grass and reeds.
What catches his attention the most however is the sight of his own visage staring back at him. The only difference being the dark robes he once wore, a stark contrast to his current chima jeogori, the image clearly referencing their first encounter.
From what he’s gathered, a young lady such as the one in front of him was expected to be skilled in the arts. But the style presented in front of him wasn’t reminiscent of a style from the current century.
Rather, it more closely resembled a photograph.
His silence must’ve worried the young lady as she spoke up hurriedly. “Look, I’m sorry it’s not what you expected. If you don’t like it, you can just give it back–” she reached out her hand to the man, but he only stepped back and shook his head with a smile.
The shift in the young lady’s diction amusing him as he did. Continuing to marvel at the work in his possession shortly after in silence again.
She stares at him strangely before tilting her head in question.
“You’re very strange, sir. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I’ll definitely remember you because of it.”
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“Oh Y/n? The actress?” In the dabbang across the road, Lee Kwangsoo’s voice rose above the ambience of the room. Eyes wide as he looks at Kyungsoo with disbelief.
Kyungsoo shook his head out of his wandering stupor, and properly paid attention to the older man in front of him. He had decided to meet up with an old friend to inform him of his nearing departure.
And over a round or two of Janggi, a game that Kwangsoo really did not have patience for, the professor had off-handedly mentioned the student that had seemed to be boycotting his lectures.
“Ah, you know her?” The alien’s question is answered with a smack to the arm by his friend from the other side of the table, along with a rather loud verbal response.
“Of course I do! How can you not know who she is? Of course she’s barely in class, she’s too busy being on every commercial and every article on your phone!”
The younger-looking man looks surprised at Mr. Lee’s reaction. “But I don’t have a phone.”
“Now that’s on you! I’ve been telling you for 30 years now to get a phone and you still don’t listen.” While Kyungsoo normally doesn’t like being told what to do like this, especially when it could cause a scene, he smiles after hearing Kwangsoo’s words.
He’s never thought of himself as the sentimental kind, but he does think that he’ll eventually come to miss being scolded like this.
He shakes his head.
“I’ve never needed a phone. Especially not now that I’m leaving soon.” He moves to tidy up the pieces they rented at the dabbang, which prompts a sigh from the man in front of him.
“Three months, huh? I never thought I’d see the day that you’d go home…Ah, it seems all too sudden now.” He takes a sip of the black tea in front of him, seemingly deep in thought, until his expression brightens again.
“Right, I’ve been meaning to ask,”
Do Kyungsoo looks up at him after packing the board and nods in acknowledgement.
“You’ve been here for over 400 years, and you couldn’t go home for a really long while…why is that?”
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“Is the food good?” Chanyeol asks from his side of the table, waiting for your response.
“Hm? Oh uh,” you look at your untouched food and immediately try to cut through the steak in front of you to taste it.
Chanyeol had invited you to a restaurant in a rather upscale part of the city to celebrate his return, but you simply didn’t have an appetite after today.
You hated looking ungrateful, so you expressed your thanks honestly despite this.
“It tastes really good. Thanks for inviting me out.” You responded after swallowing.
Chanyeol frowns at this.
“Hey, I’m sorry I dragged you out here. I just thought you didn’t have any plans tonight.” You sigh and face him earnestly.
“It’s– It’s not your fault, okay? Don’t fucking apologize. A lot has just been going on, and I didn’t have time to rest today.”
Being on set all morning, being chauffeured by X&O’s second, having cameras shoved in your face by being with said X&O’s second, finding out that attendance is mandatory for passing a class, and stressing about a research due tomorrow is putting you so on edge, that you feel like vomiting.
“Anyway, I’ll be fine. So lighten up.” And at your command, he does. As if whatever he was worried about in the first place completely leaves him. Only a bright smile is left on his face.
“Hmm. Whatever it is that you’re worrying about, I’m sure you can do it. Don’t stress about it too much,” He pauses to take another bite of his own steak, continuing only once the meat is in his mouth.
“You’ll get wrinkles faster, did you know that?”
“I liked you more when you were away, did you know that?” He only laughs at your empty words and without even realizing it, you find yourself smiling again.
Your stomach still feels uncomfortably full, but at least you feel a little better.
“Ah, by the way, how has your production work been doing?”
His expression softens as he starts explaining to you all that’s happened while he was in America. About the things that he's learned during one of the music camps he went to, and the people he met at said camps.
“In short, I think I’m getting closer to where I want to be, but that’s still a long time from now.”
“I’m proud of you, Park Chanyeol.”
He knows that you really mean it. He’s been sharing his dreams of pursuing music with you for a really long time now.
And even if he did have to take a 5 year course in a degree that he didn’t like because his father told him to, your encouragement to keep his passion for music alive had been one of the only things keeping him going.
He smiles that boyishly charming smile of his before speaking again.
“Ah right, about today,” The way he starts makes you look at him with laser focus, which he seems to shrink at.
“You know what, never mind.”
“Oh come on, what is it?”
“You were staring at me.”
Your face scrunches up at this.
“Am I supposed to not look at you when you’re talking?”
“I mean—“
“Don’t answer that.”
He looks down at his pretty much done plate, then looks at you. Fidgeting with something in his coat all the while before steeling his expression. As if making up his mind about something.
“Earlier this morning, I was serious. What I said on the car ride to uni.”
You huff and slump a bit at that. “And I know that—“ you’re cut off when he places a pretty black box on the table.
It’s certainly a lofty looking thing.
For something so small, the silver lacework on the double-sided opening looks smaller and really stands out against the black velvet. A sign that the box itself must’ve been curated for a special occasion, along with what was inside.
The sight of it confuses you because you’re definitely feeling something, but you just don’t know what.
You only feel it get stronger once he opens up said box and pushes it towards you.
“Isn’t waiting for 14 years long enough? Oh Y/n, let’s get married.”
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Do Kyungsoo thinks deeply about what to say. He knows what happened, but he’s finding trouble piecing them together into words that will make sense.
“There was an accident.”
Mr. Lee’s eyebrows shoot up at this. “An accident?”
He had thought of many reasons for Kyungsoo’s inability to go home, but this wasn’t the kind of reason he was thinking of at all.
Kyungsoo nods despite his friend’s shock.
“There was someone I was looking after. Long ago, I had spent all the time I had before I left by their side to keep them safe.”
He looks at his hands with that familiar blank expression and exhales calmly.
“In the end, that person ended up dying anyway. I thought that would’ve been the last I saw of her, but something strange happened.”
Now that makes his friend perk right back up again.
“Strange how?”
“On the 29th of December, 12 years ago, I saw something. Maybe I was just tired that night. I was a surgeon in Gyeonggi and there had been a lot of accidents in the area, but I had a bad feeling.”
He recounts feeling ill and weak for a moment when flashing images of a dark place, a sign, and a crying girl running away onto an empty street had suddenly occupied his thoughts.
“So I went there.”
It was strange.
He found himself on the street he saw in his mind just moments before. Just in time to witness everything.
“Oh Y/n, stop!”
“Screw you! Just leave me alone!”
Running in clothes that looked nowhere near appropriate for the weather and worn out running shoes, the girl he saw in his premonition clearly wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. The street light obviously flashing red, telling any pedestrian to stop, but an empty road meant nothing to most.
Her included, it would seem.
He considered leaving once he saw what looked to be a normal squabble amongst friends, but stopped when he saw a speeding truck ready to converge with the young girl the moment she stepped past the pavement.
That moment must have been when it began.
He’s never thought much about anything. He simply does what he is told and obeys silently because more than the unnecessary small talk of his colleagues, and definitely more than being asked lousy questions, he absolutely hates inconveniencing others.
Which is why it surprised him when he found himself moving not of his own accord, as if on autopilot. Using his abilities to freeze time to pull the girl into his arms, then letting nature run its own course again after moving onto the other side of the street.
He looked behind him to check on the truck, before looking at the person in his arms. Finding the same startled, but fierce -looking young woman from 400 years ago with furrowed brows staring back at him.
He smiled gently to reassure the poor woman.
Or at least that was his intention.
His shock must have trumped whatever expression he had as the woman could only stare at him strangely before tilting her head in question.
“You’re very strange, sir.”
The heart-achingly familiar dialogue could only sour the expression he wanted to show. There were no words that he could say that felt right at that moment, and so he just stood there with her in his arms.
This must have alarmed the young girl as her tears from earlier dried immediately as she tried to wave off her comment with a shaky hand. Worried that she had offended him.
“Not that it’s a bad thing! I promise! It makes you more memorable!”
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“Chanyeol-ah,” You look at the ring in the now open box, before turning to look at him directly. “You bought me a ring on my birthday in senior year.”
He readies himself for what’s about to happen, no longer surprised. “I did. But you didn’t accept it.”
You frown once you look at the box again, before pushing it back towards him. “And I’m not going to accept it today either. I’m sorry.”
He sighs, but immediately looks back at you, as if realizing something. “H—Hey, it was worth a shot!”
He’s worried that you might think too deeply into his expression, like you normally do, so he continues.
Undeterred by the dulling pain in his chest.
“I’m not too surprised, but that doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“For what? You said what you wanted, right? Don’t apologize for that, really.” He chuckles as he playfully punches your shoulder.
“Besides, it’s not like I’m giving up. I’ve waited this long, what’s the harm in waiting a bit longer?”
Your still frown only deepens at this. “You’re a really good guy Chanyeol, but I don’t think you should keep waiting.”
“If you really think I’m a good guy, why don’t you tell me the real reason why you don’t want to get married then?
“It’s not like I’m not going to get married.”
“Then why not this year?” He’s confident that you’ll marry him, he’s certain of it. But now he just wants to know why not soon.
You stare down at your plate with wide, twitching eyes, wondering if you should bring this up to him again.
Your mouth moves faster than your brain this time.
“The guy that saved me. You remember him, right?”
He tilts his head to the side, knowing immediately who you’re talking about, but can’t seem to answer.
“I mean, I do, but I don’t remember his face.”
You expected that. “I want to find him. You know, thank him for what he did.”
He furrows his brows in question at your response and jolts back up on his seat. Eyes wide.
“Are you really, seriously, holding off marriage for that?”
“I know it’s stupid but—”
“You didn’t even have a conversation with that guy, nor spend hours talking to him, none of that!”
“So that makes it worse! Are you saying that you’d be okay with your wife, who isn’t me by the way,” you immediately stressed out before he got any ideas, “to keep on looking for another man until she finds him and thanks him? And what if she never does and she just keeps on looking for him? Wouldn’t you rather she find him before she agrees to marry you? Otherwise, it just looks like she’s disappointed it's you that walks through her door and not him.”
He thinks about what you just said with a strange amount of seriousness, nodding as you explain yourself.
He then straightens up his back and crosses his arms. Eyes immediately lighting up in mischief as a smile crept on his face. As if liking the implication he conjured up on his own.
“You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”
“That’s not the fucking point, kid. The point is, I’m sure I’m never going to get that guy out of my head. Completely sure. And I’d feel really bad for the person that I said yes to if I’m still thinking about some other guy while I’m married.”
“Wouldn’t they already feel that way towards your ‘ikemen’ or whatever?”
“No they fucking wouldn’t! I’d indoctrinate them into enjoying them with me. It’s not hard, you know? You already like SHINee and a bunch of other guys I listen to, so it can’t be that hard.” You huff out with your arms crossed, leaning back into your chair in thought as if cursing the possibility.
Park Chanyeol can only observe you from his own chair, shaking his head with a laugh after a while.
He can’t help but both be in awe and disbelief that you are the person that he likes.
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As Do Kyungsoo enters the lobby to of his apartment complex, he spaces out like he usually does. Reflecting on his conversation with Mr. Lee. His feet carrying him home out of muscle memory.
He wonders if that night at the hospital made him see things that never really happened. That the girl he saved 12 years ago was just from another sad dream.
Still, if it wasn’t a dream, he would've liked to see her again before he left.
‘Then again, I probably can’t.’
He’s learned not to waste his breath sighing and being disappointed in things like this, so he settles for staring at the elevator door absently.
Waiting to get off on his floor so that he can prepare for just another day.
Another normal day with nothing exciting to shake up his heart.
Another day where he gets to live silently.
But just like how fate had gifted him an opportunity 400 years ago, fate has decided to gift him another.
A gift in the form of a vaguely familiar woman whose eyes widen upon meeting his own in between the gaps of the opening elevator door.
“Professor Do Kyungsoo?”
‘Whether anyone likes it or not, some things are just bound to happen.’
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Chanyeol with a Short Girlfriend Headcanons!
tw: mild cursing, one slightly suggestive part in the middle
You guys probably met at the grocery store or something
You were struggling to reach something on one of the top shelves, jumping up and down to no avail
Chanyeol had just rounded the corner of the aisle you were in and smiled, thinking to himself how cute you were
Being the kind soul he was, he reached up behind you and grabbed it for you, then handed it to you with a warm smile
It was safe to say you were in love 😗
Chanyeol already has a habit of lowering himself to someone’s height when he hugs them, no matter how short they are, and you’re no exception
Poor man is gonna have back problems in the future but it’s fine 😭
He’s so huge that you can fall sleep entirely on top of him without even hurting him
Many a times have you come home to see him fast asleep on the sofa, and decided to just curl up on top of him like a cat and go to sleep 💞
He wakes up for just a split second, then lightly chuckles as he sees you all snuggled up on him. He’ll run a hand through your hair gently until he dozes back off 🥰
You steal his blankets and towels all the time because he has to buy the extra long kind 💀
One cold winter day he came home to see you snuggled up in his enormous blanket
“Y/N can I please have my blanket?” he shivered, tugging at the ends of it.
“No, take the other one!” you whined, burrowing further.
He reluctantly grabbed your smaller blanket and draped it over his shoulders… it barely reached his lap 😑
You broke out into laughter at how pathetic he looked
(He got you back though… once he got out of the shower and “had” to use one of your smaller towels that exposed much more of his skin and walked all around the house in front of it just to tease you 👀)
He may be big, but he’s still a baby 🥹
He’s like a great dane who thinks it’s a chihuahua
He’ll push his way into your lap and curl up there all the time, begging you for cuddles ❤️
Starts leaving things on the top shelf just so you’ll ask him for help 😀
It’s becoming a problem, you can’t reach ANYTHING by yourself
You started retaliating by insisting you could get everything yourself, only to have Chanyeol smirking smugly behind you as you struggle until you give up and have to ask him 😑
He gives the BEST piggy back rides 🥰
Also has a habit of just picking you up and running places with you
Or just picking you up in general
“Y/N is just so small and cute, isn’t she?” he beamed to Baekhyun as he held you up in the air
“CHANYEOL IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE”
*sways back and forth* “awwwhhh i just love holding my sweet little girlfriend” 😙
You’re just as bad though, sometimes you’ll randomly jump on him or crawl up his back like a gremlin when you want attention
“Y/N, do you always have to attack me like this?”
“I can’t help it, you’re like a big, cute tree!”
Baekhyun just rolls his eyes every time. “Can we get through a single conversation without one of you doing something weird?”
He LOVES it when you wear his shirts/ hoodies 💞 You look so tiny in them and he thinks it’s adorable
He wanted you guys to be all cute and go out in each others shirts one day, but you ended up looking like you weren’t wearing any pants and your shirt looked like a crop top on him 😬
(You still do it at home, just not in public)
Arguments between you two are often really hilarious
You stand on a chair when you want to yell at him so he’ll take you more seriously, but it just ends up making him laugh the whole time at how ridiculous you look
So you make him sit in the chair while you look down and lecture him 💀
Something you guys started doing is play wrestling
He’ll elbow you in the face, you’ll elbow him in the crotch, he’ll throw you over his shoulder, you’ll wriggle your way out and pin him down…
One time you got a little too into it and put him in a headlock and threw him down hard on the floor
“Who’s the short one now bitch”
Y’all didn’t wrestle very much after that 💞
Most would expect him to be a big spoon, but he LOVES being little spoon :)
Don’t get me wrong, he loves holding you in his arms and making you feel so safe and secure
But he also wants to be held 🥺
LET HIM BE THE LITTLE SPOON IM BEGGING YOU
Sometimes he just puts his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on top of your head 🥰
He’s naturally very protective of you, always looking out for you and making sure no harm comes your way
You love your 6’1 teddy bear, and he loves his little monster 💞
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Now you know | Chanyeol
Idol!Chanyeol x Idol!Reader
Word count: 2035
Genre: fluff, kinda crack
Author: maari
Warnings: none
Note: I loved writing this so much oh my god 😫 thank you ateez for giving me the perfect scenario lol
Request: may i request a fluffy chanyeol fic where his s/o is also an idol (94L) and theyre “secretly” dating but theyre bad at acting subtle so the fans know whats up + ships them lol
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"So, what do you think?" Y/N asked her boyfriend curiously, she was lying on his chest, the two of them in bed spending the weekend doing what they so deserved, resting.
After all, both would have long weeks ahead of them and they would hardly have the chance to see each other or be together.
She was holding her cell phone, after showing him one of the intro tracks from her upcoming album.
"I loved it, it has a very cinematic fantasy vibe." he replied, with a proud smile as he stroked her hair.
"I told you the concept of this comeback is going to be like this, right?" the boyfriend nodded in agreement. "And we're going to have a collaboration with that American producer."
"You seem quite excited." he concluded, he didn't look at her face because his position wouldn't allow it, as she huddled in his embrace like a koala, but he could imagine the glint in her eyes.
“I’m!” she said, raising her head to look at him better, as he predicted there was the sparkle in her eyes of pure pride and happiness. "It will be the first time I get to show my more mature side to fans."
Chanyeol laughed and the hand that was stroking her hair went to his girlfriend's arm.
"Should I be jealous?" he raised an eyebrow and she laughed softly.
Y/N held the phone with one hand and the other brought it to Chanyeol's cheek, stroking his skin slowly.
"No, you're the only one who knows all of my sides."
He lifted his chin, a rather proud look knowing he was the only one and Y/N smiled before she leaned closer to kiss him, she had been doing this all day but it wasn't enough, when the lips were a centimeter away from touching, Chaneyol even had his eyes closed Y/N's phone vibrated not just once or twice but five times.
She complained and threw her head on her boyfriend's chest who still had his pout to kiss her.
Y/N took her head off Chanyeol's chest and brought her phone closer, seeing what was going on through the notification bar.
"Is my leader." she said "Why does it seem like she always does it on purpose?"
Chanyeol laughed heartily and his girlfriend wanted to bite his cheek but she held back and unlocked the phone.
"You shouldn't talk about your leader like that." Chanyeol joked.
"I'm older than she is, have you forgotten?" Y/N glanced at her boyfriend, Chanyeol now resting his arm behind his head, his biceps got bigger in the black t-shirt he was wearing.
She opened the twitter link that was sent in the message, along with the phrase 'you have to see this. ASAP'.
Y/N felt her jaw drop when she saw the tweet and tensed up all of a sudden, this didn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend who now wiped the smile off his face and frowned.
"What?" he asked, analyzing his girlfriend's expression.
"Look at this." she turned the phone screen towards Chanyeol who focused his attention on the tweet, he gulped when he saw the picture of him and his girlfriend.
There was nothing much but from what they wrote, the suspicions were there.
Chanyeol and Y/N had gone to NCT 127's concert the night before, to support the boys from the same company and because she was a huge fan of the boys, they hadn't gone alone of course. Two members of Y/N's group were on her right side while Chanyeol, Sehun and Baekhyun were on her right side, exactly in that order.
In one photo they were just looking at the stage while in the other Chanyeol had his arm around Y/N's neck and the other was up. They were just enjoying the show, nothing else.
But fan comments came to the same conclusion: they were dating.
"Oh come on, it's not even that compromising!" he said and Y/N turned the phone's screen towards her, while bringing her other hand to her mouth to bite the nail. "We were just singing Dreams Come True."
"But it's not what the fans think, there's even a video of you hugging me." Y/N said, watching on her phone.
It really wasn't compromising, mainly because afterwards, Chanyeol hugged Sehun in the same way.
"Oh give me that." he took his arm behind his head to grab his girlfriend's phone.
"Hey!" she complained but he started swiping the screen. "Look, there are a lot of people thinking I was just being me." he glanced at Y/N who eyed him suspiciously. "I'll read it to you: 'lol he literally leans on Sehun afterwards, so they're dating', ew no!" Chanyeol stuck his tongue out in disgust and Y/N chuckled lightly.
"Good thing they were at an NCT show because if it was a comedy Y/N would probably be without an arm"
"Yeah, you do that with people when you laugh."
"But hey, there are a lot of people who shipp us."
"Really?" Y/N asked curiously and tried to snoop through the phone.
"They even made a thread about the two of us." he replied calmly and Y/N widened her eyes.
"What? You're kidding!" she said and slipped between her boyfriend's arm to see the phone too, he hugged her while opening the tweet.
The compilation had photos, videos, gifs of interactions between the two in events of all kinds.
Y/N was never subtle in hiding what she felt for Chanyeol, it was no wonder he discovered the not-so-secret crush she had for him.
So the pictures of them looking at each other meant more than it should, she always smiled broadly when she saw him, it wasn't common to do that with anyone.
And a photo in particular that she never actually explained, taken by a fan with low resolution, Y/N holding her phone and her backpack at the airport, accidentally her phone had been unlocked by fingerprint and it was possible to see that her boyfriend was the wallpaper, although couldn't quite see his face the fans had found similarities.
Chanyeol was always looking for her at SM concerts, whether to bow when greeting her - even though he had seen her backstage before - or to hold her hand at the end.
At award shows, they always seemed to talk with their eyes when they were at nearby tables. And they always danced and sang louder when one was performing.
She repeatedly praised the group's songs on her social media just as he did, and although it was vague, fans took it as a sign.
The interviews where she described her ideal type, someone like him.
The similar clothing and accessories. Which in their case wasn't similar, the hoodies Y/N took were actually Chanyeol's but no one could prove it. Anyone on the internet could buy the same model and size.
"Nothing that hasn't happened to other idols." Y/N spoke after a while.
If they didn't deny it and didn't confirm it, it would just be internet theory. Right?
"Ah, but this is interesting." Chanyeol stopped at one of the tweets with a wide smile.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes!" he chuckled before reading it aloud. "Y/N bubble update: 'I'm watching Descendants of the Sun again. Oh what? How many times have I watched it? Probably like 5 lol I really like this genre. And Dr. Kang is right, girls really fantasizes about the army uniform.' You said that the day I sent you my uniform picture." Chanyeol accused and she felt her cheeks burn.
That comment had been days before official photos of Chanyeol serving it were released on the internet, another clue for fans.
"I told you that on that video call." she tapped him lightly on the chest and he laughed.
Chanyeol dropped her phone on the bed and rolled over her, resting his elbows on either side of her body and glaring at her mischievously as she brought her hands to his shoulder.
"Actually you said something a lot worse, do you want me to repeat it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and she laughed shyly.
"It's not necessary!" he nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, making her sigh at the contact.
Chanyeol then kissed Y/N's nose, cheek and chin, she just laughed lightly as she caressed his shoulder.
With her eyes already closed from the previous caresses, Y/N felt her boyfriend gently place his lips on hers, it was enough to melt her completely, no matter how many times they kissed even after so much time together, she felt the same things from the beginning, as if she were that dreamy little girl.
One of Chanyeol's hands went to her face, the big warm palm caressing her skin as they kept the same slow rhythm. Y/N took the opportunity to bring a hand to the back of his neck and caress the short strands of hair.
She felt him smile between the kiss and pulled away, causing her to complain.
"Hey, baby." he spoke softly and she opened her eyes, staring at him. "Don't worry, we'll be able to hide our relationship long enough."
[...]
Chanyeol was live in his study on Instagram just over 15 minutes ago. He talked to the fans, answered questions, sang, showed some demos of songs he was working on.
All because he was bored that afternoon, his girlfriend was too busy with her own schedule and would probably be late, it was enough time to interact with the fans for a while.
A week had passed since the leaked photos of the concert they went to together and some fans were still asking about Y/N in the chat, he smiled sideways but pretended not to see.
They had agreed to hold back the relationship news for a longer time, for the sake of Y/N's group promotions, anyway the company had already released both of them to announce it whenever they wanted but Chanyeol wanted it to be special, they had been together for a long time it was true, but he wanted to take a new step with her.
He was so busy with his guitar, playing as he always did in his spare time, that he didn't hear the studio door open.
Y/N walked on tiptoe so as not to make any noise, smiling mischievously without noticing that the camera was on.
"Hi, love. I'm home." she hummed and the boyfriend turned around completely shocked, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out.
She didn't understand why he stood there with the guitar in his lap, usually he always dropped everything and ran to hug her and kiss her all over her face.
However all he did was point his head back to where the camera was and Y/N followed with her eyes, feeling her heart race when she saw her boyfriend's screen.
"Is it live?" she asked quietly and shyly as she saw the chat going crazy.
"Yes." he replied, laughing nervously.
"Huh… I'll leave then, I'll let you do what you're doing." She stuttered and a nervous laugh came out. Chanyeol chuckled, scratching his head and looked at the screen. He could even keep track of the comments because they came in so quickly. "I'm so sorry! Oh my God."
"It's okay, babe." he chuckled again and looked back to see Y/N shake her head in disbelief and she clumsily closed the door.
He took a deep breath before looking back at the camera, his eyes lowered to the comments and he chuckled at the comments. Most were freaking out over Y/N's surprise appearance, but the other half were all the same 'Are they dating??'.
"Yeah guys, I guess now you know." he shrugged, and propped his elbow on the table and put his face in his hand, moving closer to the screen to read better, and to hide his huge smile.
Chanyeol laughed when he read a comment and had to agree.
They suck at hiding lol that's what makes them perfect for each other.
Note: I just wanted to say this is the face I pictured him making when Y/N walked in the room 👇🏻 BYE
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a damn good feeling (sub!park chanyeol x reader)
pairing: sub!park chanyeol x reader
word count: 3748
genre: smutty
warnings: description of sexual activies, fingering/anal play (male receiving), blowjob, handjob, nipple play, swearing, reader is a producer, chanyeol is really sensitive
a/n: can you imagine this huge, giant baby being a sub? cause i do! happy birthday, yeollie, i love you to death <3
once again, you sighed as the inspiration did not come your way.
it’s been days since you started working on this new song, but somehow you got stuck in this part of the melody and it just didn’t flow anymore, your mind didn’t function when you tried to decide what should come next - even the lyrics felt somewhat wrong now.
as you heard a soft chuckle coming from behind you, you turned your chair around to meet chanyeol on the couch, legs spread wide as he smiled at his phone. his eyes met yours when he heard your chair, and suddenly his eyebrows were shot up almost to his hairline.
“did i disturb you? i’m sorry, i’ll be-”
“no, no. it wasn’t you, babe.”
chanyeol watched for a few seconds as you threw your head back, staring at the studio ceiling and once again sighing.
“what’s wrong?”, he asked.
you pouted, and he had to hold back a laugh. weren’t you the cutest thing ever?
“i can’t get past this part of the song. don’t know what should come next.”
chanyeol blocked his phone, putting away and paying close attention to you now. as your boyfriend (and a musician himself), it was his duty to try and help you.
“you have the lyrics, right?”
“yeah.”
“and the melody? ad libs?"
“i thought the melody and lyrics were alright, but now i don’t know anymore. i feel like it’s missing something, maybe it is the ad libs i recorded, but i didn’t actually like them. i don’t know… i don’t know.”
you two stayed that way for a moment, you staring at the ceiling and chanyeol staring at you. when he finally spoke again, you scoffed.
“can i hear it so far?”
“of course not!”, you exclaimed, shooting your eyes at him and making him laugh.
“come on, baby! i just wanna help!”
“yeah? so find another way”, you said, trying not to laugh too.
chanyeol knew how much you hated showing unfinished stuff to people, how you always tried finishing your projects on your own if that’s how you started.
well, at least he made you almost laugh.
“okay, so why don’t you come to rest with me for a bit? maybe it will help you ease your thoughts.”
he spread his arms in your direction, his comfortable aura calling out for you. his dark hair was kinda messed up, his gray jumper making him seem soft and warm. there was no way you could resist that.
you got up from your chair, smiling when chanyeol let out a little “yes!”. you sat next to him on the couch, feeling his big body embracing you and pulling you down with him as he laid down on top of you. chanyeol rested his head on your chest, intertwining your legs and taking a deep breath. you, on the other hand, closed your eyes at the amazing sensation of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you, his long arms involving you and his fluffy hair against your chin.
“you can sleep for a bit if you want to”, chanyeol calmly said. “i’ll wake you up.”
“nah, i don’t feel like sleeping.”
you slipped your hands under chanyeol’s jumper, thumbs caressing his back and slowly going up to his ribs. he hummed against your skin, melting at your touch and closing his eyes too.
it was all too comfortable, too soft. the perfect cozy moment you were longing for.
until you grabbed his flesh a bit tighter.
chanyeol’s soft moan didn’t go unnoticed. you opened your eyes, still feeling how relaxed he was against your body. you did it again, like you were trying to massage his skin - and, once again, chanyeol moaned.
“baby…”, he said against your skin.
“yeah?”
chanyeol looked at you then, resting his chin on your chest.
“what are you doing?”
“nothing”, you shrugged. “you’re the one who’s moaning at my bare touch.”
he smirked, gaze falling at your lips now and, in a split of seconds, his lips were on yours. chanyeol kissed you softly, taking all the time in the world to do so. his lips danced on top of yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth as he let go of your body and rested his arms on each side of your head on the couch, supporting his weight on his elbows now.
your hands kept wandering under his jumper, caressing his skin and making him sigh into your kiss. you pulled him a bit closer, palms spread on his back as his chest now rested on top of your torso, pressing just enough his skin to yours. your fingertips grabbed his flesh one more time, but not too gentle now, and chanyeol moaned on your lips.
the sound made you open your eyes once again, wide in realization. your lips stopped moving, and scared that something might have happened, chanyeol broke the kiss and looked at you.
“what’s wrong?”, he asked, curious about your reaction.
you looked at him, first taking in the sight - a light shade of red burning on his cheeks all up to his ears, lips parted and also red, plumped from the kiss. your hand left his back and went to his face, caressing his cheek. chanyeol leaned on your touch, eyes never leaving you.
“what are you thinking about?”, he asked.
“you’re so beautiful”, and you meant it.
“um… that’s not why you stopped though, i know you.”
you smiled, then so did he. you pecked his lips again, and again, and again; until you had him humming against you.
“can you… can you moan to me again?”
chanyeol smirked, shooting his eyebrows up.
“i didn’t know that got you going so much, baby.”
“that’s not it…”, you said, as chanyeol started to slowly kiss your neck and jaw. “i think i got it.”
“got what?”
you caressed chanyeol’s skin again as he sucked on your sweet spot. you licked your lips too, gathering the courage to spill your words.
“what i need for the song”, you started. another brief moment went by before you finished your thought. “i think… i think it’s your moaning.”
chanyeol stopped what he was doing. damn it, was he offended? i mean, not too many people would be comfortable getting their most private moment sounds recorded, let alone to be put on something that half the world would hear.
would he snap at you? would he think that was crossing the line?
your mind raced a million miles a minute, all into the seconds it took for chanyeol to finally look at you again. his eyes were narrowed, although there was no sign of anger on his beautiful face.
“you wanna… you wanna record me moaning to put on your song?”, he questioned.
you nodded, imagining exactly where his moans would sound better mixed to the melody. it would even increase the lyrics, as you sang about wanting something so badly but not being able to have it, the beat giving off the sexy vibes you wanted.
that was it. the thing that was missing, why the ad libs you recorded didn’t work and why you couldn’t get that song finished. it was begging for chanyeol’s moaning. that’s what it needed.
chanyeol looked away for a moment. shit, how would you apologize? your mind started writing a few apology notes so you would already know what to say in case chanyeol started an argument - but when it took him too long to react, you decided to push that idea away and just hope for the best.
“chanyeol, i-”
“okay”, he said, cutting you off. chanyeol looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. “let’s do it.”
you stared at him, confused.
“wait… like, for real? you ain’t mad i even suggested that?”
“not a bit”, it was his time to shrug. “if it will help you, then let’s do it. i won’t even ask for the credits.”
your smile got bigger and bigger as he spoke, cheeks hurting in happiness for how good your boyfriend was to you. suddenly, you attacked chanyeol with kisses all over his face - his lips, his nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead. it made him giggle and rest his face on the crook of your neck.
“thank you, babe! thank you, thank you, thank you! i promise i won’t tell anyone it’s you.”
“it’s okay”, he said, laughing. “but i will need some stimulation to moan just right for you…”
you rolled your eyes, smirking right away. chanyeol kissed your neck again, lifting his head to look at you. he was smirking too, a devilish look on his eyes.
“yeah? and what do you want me to do to you?”
“anything you’d like”, chanyeol whispered. “if you want me to moan, you’ll have to work for it.”
“that’s not too hard to get, yeol…”
chanyeol shivered at how you used his nickname but, mostly, at how your hands went back under his jumper, nails sinking on his skin. he closed his eyes, damning you for knowing his tastes almost better than himself.
it was your time to kiss his neck and jaw, lips and tongue leaving no piece of skin untouched. chanyeol groaned when you bit him, sure that that would leave a red mark on his throat; he didn’t care though.
chanyeol used one of his hands to grab your face and pull you to kiss your lips. this time, his kiss was intense and passionate, fingers holding you still while he started to build you up. your hands started working too, going up and down his back until you instinctively let them slip inside chanyeol’s sweatpants, grabbing his butt and making him moan once again.
“fuck…”, he said against your lips, and you smirked again.
“hold that thought.”
gently, you pushed chanyeol up so you could have some space to get up. you went to your desk, pressing a few buttons, trying not to seem too excited about that.
“you’re gonna record the whole thing?”, chanyeol spoke. you looked at him, now seated on the couch again with legs spread open and a bulge inside his pants. “naughty…”
you chuckled, going back to your boyfriend and straddling him, sitting on his lap. you helped chanyeol get out of his jumper, his chest now fully exposed to you and at your mercy. you took a deep breath before going in, decided to make his skin your white canvas. you heard him sigh as your lips connected to his collarbone, sliding across his chest and leaving a trace of open mouthed kisses. reaching lower, your tongue danced around his chest, tracing random figures and making chanyeol rest his head on the couch.
he was so lost in your actions that he didn’t actually feel how your hand made its way from his waist to his chest, the tip of your fingers grabbing his right nipple and pinching it hard. chanyeol moaned out loud, squeezing his eyes shut. yeah, that’s exactly the sound you wanted him to make.
you decided to take it further so you dragged your tongue to his left nipple, circulating it and sucking on it. chanyeol’s hands found the way to your waist, holding you so hard you could feel a bit of pain.
“fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“stop it”, you said, tone switching to something more… bossy. “you don’t get to touch me unless i say so. understood?”
chanyeol didn’t answer, he just nodded furiously. so you pinched his nipple harder, and the way his dick twitched below you made it pretty clear you were on the right track.
“i made you a question. words, yeol.”
“yes, yes!”, he desperately said, looking at you. “i understand. just, please… don’t stop…”
“then why are you still touching me?”, as soon as the words left your mouth, his hands dropped from your waist and into the couch. you smiled at him. “good boy.”
you started once again to suck on his nipple, this time the one you had pinched. chanyeol moaned once again, bucking his hips up in a try to have some friction. so you complied, starting to dry hump him as your tongue made wet, naughty noises around his nipple. your lips started to move up as chanyeol moaned once again, this time a bit louder. you took a special time to work on his throat, sucking on the sensitive skin while your hips didn’t stop moving, not even for a second.
your hands roamed north too, caressing chanyeol’s chest and also scratching it, leaving red marks behind. one of your hands then rested around his neck, fingers digging into the skin and putting just the right amount of pressure.
“harder”, he moaned to you. “please… harder…”
“color?”, you whispered in his ear.
“green.”
so once again, you complied. your hand choked chanyeol a little bit harder, making him gasp and hold onto the couch cushion for dear life. he could feel your breathing on his ear and your hips moving against his clothed dick, and it just made him feel like he was welcomed into heaven. chanyeol licked his lips, opening his eyes and finally looking at you - he had to watch that scene with his own eyes.
he moaned again when you looked at him too, lips so plumped from sucking his skin. as the sound let out his mouth, you choked him harder once again, and instead of interrupting his sweet little noise it only made him moan louder out of pleasure.
“good boy”, you praised him, index finger reaching to touch his lips. chanyeol didn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth and suck it, making you moan with him.
“baby, please…”, he whined.
“what? what do you want?”
“finger me”, chanyeol moaned, sucking your finger again.
you shook your head, letting go of his neck and, consequently, taking your finger out of his mouth.
“i don’t have lube here, love.”
“it’s okay, i trust you”, he said. “just… fuck, please… i wanna sound good to you.”
you shot an eyebrow up, challengingly looking at chanyeol. he nodded, blinking fast and hard as he bucked his hips up once again, knuckles getting white from how hard he was holding onto the couch’s cushion. chanyeol mumbled a few incomprehensible things, eyes closing when you squeezed his throat again.
he let out a breath as he felt you getting up from his lap. chanyeol was ready to complain, to whine, to beg you not to stop - he choked on his own words though as you kneeled in front of him, hands resting on both sides of his hips and tapping on his skin, a silent signal for him to move up so you could pull his sweatpants down. he did it then, a sigh leaving his lips as he finally felt himself getting free of those suddenly tight boxers.
chanyeol didn’t say a word as you also took off his shoes, pulling his pants from both his legs so he was entirely naked in front of you now. he gasped when he felt your hands on his knees, pushing them and making enough room for you to be between his legs. your eyes finally looked away from his face and focused on his dick now, rock hard and begging for attention.
“please”, chanyeol whispered, voice melting in desperation.
“shhh…”, you shushed him, reaching two fingers to his lips and stuffing them into his mouth. “get them wet for me, baby”.
so as chanyeol sucked both your middle and ring finger, your other hand found its way to his member, slowly starting to pump it. he moaned around your digits, legs instinctively getting wider for you when he felt your thumb playing with his tip. you gathered all the precum you could possibly get, using it to make it easier for your hand to slide from the base to the top, and then repeat the movement over and over again.
the moment chanyeol watched you gathering more of his fluids and using it to tease just the tip of his hole was when he lost it. he whimpered loudly, almost like he wasn’t still sucking on your fingers - and sucking it good. you circulated his entrance with your thumb mostly, making it just wet enough to push through it.
“use your safe words, okay?”, you asked, taking your fingers from his mouth with a pop.
“okay!”
chanyeol closed his eyes, already knowing what would follow. he felt, with tensed abs, as you slowly pushed your middle finger into him, a long and heavenly moan being let out from the back of his throat - or of his soul, you weren’t sure. you mirrored him and moaned too, just from how hot that whole scene was.
“color?”, you asked him, as soon as your whole finger was inside him.
“so fucking green”, he groaned. “more… please, more…”
you smirked, loving the way he licked his lips in anticipation. slowly, almost teasingly now, you pulled your middle finger out of him just so you could push it into again, now with your ring finger followed by it. chanyeol moaned once again, his voice getting deeper as he clenched around you when you were knuckles deep inside him.
your other hand went back to pumping his dick, which now was bright red and leaking. your fingers started to thrust into him, not too hard so you wouldn’t hurt him, but definitely not too soft so he could still feel you.
“does it feel good, yeol?”
he nodded, and screamed when you squeezed the tip of his dick.
“use your words or i’ll stop.”
“yes!”, he immediately said. “yes, i-it does feel good! it feels so good, fuck, baby…”
“what’s the color?”
“green, green, green! just… just keep going, please. don’t stop.”
“i’m gonna suck you off now”, you told him, and smirked again as he quickly opened his eyes and looked down at you. “i don’t want you to hold back, okay? moan all you want, let it out. this is your show, baby.”
before he could answer it, you were already with your lips around his dick, sucking on his tip before taking all of him into your mouth and feeling him hitting the back of your throat. and chanyeol really obeyed you, because the scream he let out was sinful. the combination of your lips on him, your hot and soft mouth, and your fingers thrusting into the pace you knew he loved was all too much for him - there was no way he could hold back his moans, not even if he wanted to.
chanyeol cursed a little bit, nonsense words spilling out of his mouth and sometimes getting cut by another moan, sometimes by the calling of your name. surprisingly, his hands were still on each side of him, almost tearing the cushion into pieces as his nails were sinked into it. you loved how chanyeol could never disobey you, how he would always listen and obliged what you said.
his long moans echoed through the whole room, loud and smoothly. his voice was like velvet, and even when it cracked or he gasped, sighed instead of being vocal, it still sounded like the hottest song you’ve ever heard - well, it would sound like a song afterwards. there was particularly one moan he let out, when he felt you too moaning around his dick, that just made your heart skip a beat because, firstly, you were so in love with him and being the reason why he felt so good, being the only one who could pleasure him like that was priceless; and second, it would sound so fucking good to the beat of your song.
when chanyeol started to buck his hips up and clench around your fingers again though, you knew he was close. looking up at him, you saw his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, as well as the red marks of your nails on his stomach and around his nipples, from your sucking. his eyes met yours, and with the tiniest smirk he could form, he moaned again.
oh, no. you don’t get to be cocky now, chanyeol.
he choked on whatever sound he was about to make when you twisted your fingers inside him, reaching his sweet spot for the first time that day and making him shut his eyes. you also pulled him out of your mouth, thumb caressing his tip - it still felt good, but it wasn’t your throat though.
“now what were you smiling for?”
“i’m sorry!”, chanyeol answered right on the spot. “i w-wasn’t, i swear i wasn’t! please, let me cum, baby. please…”
“liar”, you laughed, but still wrapped your lips around him again, pushing him to the back of your throat.
your goal was to make him cum now, and so you did. your fingers started to thrust him a little faster, each time twisting so they could reach where he wanted them the most. your tongue, skillful and hot, came in touch with all of his dick, hand paying some attention to the base of it.
it didn’t take too long. his moans got familiarly louder and squeaky, so you weren’t surprised when you felt him coming inside your mouth - in fact, you did your best to swallow everything. chanyeol dropped his head to the back of the couch, chest raising and dropping as he tried to catch his breath. still sensitive, still high from his release, he whined when he felt you pulling both his dick out of your mouth and your fingers out of him, suddenly feeling empty and exposed. when you opened your eyes though, it was your time to gasp.
“yeol”, you whispered, quickly getting up and sitting beside him. “are you crying?”
one of your hands instinctively found its way to his face, wiping the silent tears from the corner of his eyes. chanyeol slightly chuckled as he leaned into your touch - your hand smelled like him, and he very much enjoyed that.
“yeah, that was… that was just intense”, he whispered back, finally touching you and holding your wrist, so you couldn’t let go of his face. “one of the best orgasms i had lately.”
you chuckled, pulling him in for a soft, long kiss. his sweaty forehead came in touch with yours, one resting against the other while he sincerely smiled at you.
“you were so good, love”, you praised him, kissing him again. “such a good boy.”
“well… anything for the music.”
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#103 w chanyeol please!! 💜💜💜💜💜
hey anon!! thank u sm for sending a request <3 sorry it took so long to do, i hope u enjoy nonetheless! <3
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#103: “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”
chanyeol’s relentlessly clingy when he comes back from work trips. every moment for the next twenty-four hours is spent with him clinging onto you. you loved to tease him about it too.
“aw, did you miss me pumpkin?” you hum as he wraps his arms around your waist.
“of course. missed you every second i was gone.” chanyeol replies as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
“yeah? show me.”
he takes that as an invitation. “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you.”
“oh, bold.” you smirk as you pull your pants down.
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Exo reactions: their s/o gets along with their mom
Requested by anon (I hope you enjoy it! And thank you again for the request 💖💖) I am so sorry for the wait! Also I'm sorry that some are shorter than others, I definitely wanted to make them as different as possible.
Btw I won't be writing for Chen, I will only write platonic stuff for him.
Xiumin:
After a long day of practice, all Xiumin wanted was to collapse in bed with you. Once inside, he was taken back by the fact that his mom was there. She was sitting next to you with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was saying something that he didn't quite catch, but it caused you to laugh. Neither of you had noticed his presence yet.
"Hey, mom."
Giving him a warm smile, she motioned for him to come over to her. Walking over to her, he gave her a quick hug before leaning over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
"If I had known you were coming over, I would have left early and made sure to make some dinner." He said as he took a seat on the opposite side of her.
She waved it off. She explained, "It was more of a last minute decision." "I kept having to reschedule lunch dates with Y/N, and I felt bad. I also missed them. They're so lovely."
This definitely caught his attention. It was definitely news to him that you went out to lunch with his mom. However, it brought him comfort to know that you two got along.
"How about I go make dinner and you two stay put?" He asked. Before either of you could refuse, he was up in record time and already heading to the kitchen.
At that moment, he was just so happy that two important people in his life were so close and getting along.
Suho:
This holiday season, you weren't able to spend it with your family, but thankfully, your wonderful boyfriend invited you to spend it with him and his family.
You had met everyone before and gotten along well, but this was different.
So many different possibilities swam through your head. What if you accidentally offended someone? What if you accidentally ruined a priceless antique?
Suho tried to console you and brush off your worries. He constantly reminded you that everything was going to be fine and how much they adored you.
He was correct in this regard.
For the entire duration of the stay, you were stuck by his mom's side. She told you stories about Suho as a kid. She even taught you some of the family recipes.
Suho wanted to be upset that he didn't get alone time with you, but seeing you bond with his mom eased the annoyance.
It especially made him realize that buying that engagement ring wasn't a mistake.
Lay:
Lay could sense that you were nervous about meeting his mom. He knew it from the moment you stepped off the plane. He wishes he could take your anxiety away.
Once you had arrived, his mom warmly welcomed you into the home, as he knew she would. Small talk was made throughout the evening and you soon eased up.
While Lay ran to the store for his mom, leaving you behind, she pulled you aside.
"Thank you for making my son happy." He's told me so much about you that I already feel like I know you. " She squeezed your hand lightly. "And from what I'm seeing is that you're an incredible person." She smiled.
Her words brought you so much comfort. Afterwards, she began telling you a bunch of embarrassing and cute stories about Lay from his childhood. Thankfully, you had some stories to share about your boyfriend as well.
When he returned, he discovered you two in a fit of laughter. He wasn't sure what caused it, but seeing the two of you close made him happy.
Baekhyun:
You and your boyfriend rarely had the same days off. You were both extremely busy most of the time, so when you did get together, you tried to spend as much time as possible together.
Baekhyun already had in mind what he had in store for you. A movie marathon, then a romantic dinner.
But when you came out of your shared bedroom all dressed up, he was caught off guard.
"Are you going somewhere?" He asked, making you look up from your phone.
Once you saw the living room set up for your movie marathon, you smacked your forehead. "I am so sorry," you said. You couldn't believe you forgot.
"It's okay." He tried not to sound disappointed. "I just can't believe you got called into work."
"I didn't get called in."
There was a brief hesitation from him, "Then why are you dressed up?" Unless you're going to see your friends? " He was trying to tread lightly and did not want to come off as him accusing you of anything.
A smile formed on your face at this. "Actually, I'm going out to lunch with your mom." You explained it.
"Oh, just out with my mom." But once he realized what was said, he stood up straight and a huge smile formed on his face. "You guys going out for lunch? Is this like a regular thing you two do? "
Nodding your head yes, "we try to get together at least once a week." You shrugged.
You didn't know how much joy this brought him. He always wanted you two to get along, and to know you're close enough to do this made him so happy. To your surprise, he gave you a quick kiss before ushering you to the door.
"Don't keep my mom waiting. Have fun, you guys."
His reaction caused you to laugh, but you knew that he was just excited to know that you two were close.
Chanyeol:
Chanyeol was sick. He didn't want to admit it, but he was. He hated being stuck in bed, but once you found out, he was not allowed to get up unless for emergencies.
He was bored and miserable.
What made it worse was that he was alone in bed. He couldn't even cuddle with you without the fear of getting you sick.
All he could do was just lie there and mope. There was nothing he wanted to watch or read, so he was getting bored fast. Glancing at the clock, he realized you hadn't checked in on him in a couple of hours. He began to worry. As carefully as possible, he stood up from the bed.
His body ached and he was tired, but he pushed that aside as he went to look for you.
Once he got to the kitchen, that's where he found you. Your back was facing him and you were doing something.
He was about to say something, but he heard a familiar voice.
His mom
He was confused, but he saw you adjust your phone. That's when he realized that you were face timing his mom. It seemed like she was helping you cook something, and he remembered the soup his mom would make for him when he was a kid. She was teaching you how to make the soup to make him feel better.
He felt a tug at his heart. Instead of interrupting the moment, he quietly made his way back to bed.
D.O:
He simply desired a quiet and pleasant evening at home for his birthday. So when he came home and saw you and your mother in his kitchen, he was taken aback.
"Hi." He said, making you both stop what you were doing.
His mom was the first one to reach him, and she pulled him into a hug. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."
Once they pulled away, he gave you a quick kiss. "Happy Birthday." You smiled. You moved back into the kitchen to check on the food.
"You guys shouldn't have done this." He said as he went to check what you two were doing.
"Of course we did," his mom spoke up. Besides, I love cooking with Y/N. We've had so much fun. " She added
This broke off into small conversations about their days, and the two of you fell into a fit of laughter.
There was some inside joke going on between the two of you, and he didn't dare to pry. D.o smiled at the sight of you two joking around and having fun.
Kai:
Family was very important to Kai, so it meant a lot to him that you and his mom got along. You have met her countless times, so it has become normal to see her almost every day.
She always made you feel included and always checked in on you.
It made Kai feel at ease, especially since he was getting ready to go on tour. He was worried that you would get lonely, but his mom promised to check in on you.
Even though he wouldn't be there personally for you, it made him feel better that his mom was going to be there.
Once he left, to his surprise, you two literally spent every day together. When he called the other you, you two almost shared the same stories of what you had gotten up to.
But this made him think about maybe proposing to you. He already had the thought in the back of his mind, but seeing how well you fit into his family definitely gave him the answer he needed.
Sehun:
Sehun knew from the moment you met his mom that you two were going to get along well.
He was correct, of course, and he didn't let you forget it either.
He loved seeing you come back from hanging out with her and having a bright smile on your face. You always told him all the jokes and stories she had told you.
The only thing he couldn't get from you was what she would get him for his birthday or Christmas. That's when you were sworn to secrecy.
He would always tease you, but your bond with his mom was definitely something he never teased about. It actually meant the world to him that you two were close.
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Synopsis:- After your failed attempt at a confrontation with Chanyeol, you decide to do what seemed best at that time, run away. Even with his indifference towards your feelings, you just couldn’t let go of him, the thought of him, the phantom touches he imprinted upon your soul caressing you in ways more than one. But running away is never a good solution in the long run, for unfinished business will always catch up with you.
Pairing:- Chanyeol X Fem Reader
Genre:- Angst, Smut
Author’s Note:- so, it is finally happening, the unnamed sequel to the request i wrote a few days ago. my heartiest thanks to @scuzmunkie for the heartwarming comments that made my day and prompted me to write a second part. also my deepest gratitude to all those who gave their love to the previous piece. this is for you all.
Prequel
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You were a coward, a goddamn coward. You still remember that night and the aftermath of it pretty clearly.
Packing your stuff in the middle of the night with impulsive precision, your heart hurt but your mind was clear. The only way to save yourself and end your suffering was to leave, with no trace left behind. The only way to save your heart from hurting at the sight of his beautiful face was to make sure that he isn’t the first thing you see when you start your day. Your heart longed to steal one last look at him before you stepped out of the door, but the sensible part of you that had been ignored so long wasn’t having any of it. The first step is always the hardest and right now the first step was to not give in to the urge to see him. It was hard, but your mind urged you on and away. So you did it. Without sparing even a single glance at the tall male who held your heart in his hands, you stepped out.
Even now you have no idea of how you managed to do it all, but the memory of Chanyeol’s nonchalant shrug was what made you call your cousin and tell her that you’ll be staying over for the few days till graduation. The memory of his empty emotionless eyes was what drove you to block his number and then delete it for good measure. The memory of his cruel words borderlining on a rejection, was what drove your deepest instincts, all of it was what drove you to put some very much needed distance between you and the him.
In the few days that stood between you and the graduation and the ultimate freedom from all of this mess, you spend all your time alternating between gardening with your grandma and taking with Minseok for hours on end.
When the graduation came, you entrusted Minseok and Sehun to help you get through without running into Chanyeol. But even then it was too much for you. Being in the same space with him suffocated you, override all your senses. The possibility of even a single eye contact, a single interaction was enough to make your stomach hurt. You didn’t stay after the official ceremony, didn’t attend the party, you just told your friends that you’re done for the day and headed home.
You felt a certain pair of eyes on your back, but you took deep steadying breaths and did not look back even once.
Three Months Later
There’s always room for improvement in life, only if you put your mind to it. It has been three months since you got your beloved masters degree, three months since you last felt Chanyeol’s gaze on you, three months since you moved across the city into your brand new apartment near your workplace.
Three months of trying to heal in peace. Trying to wrench your heart away from the handsome giant. You wouldn’t say you’ve forgotten Chanyeol or moved on, you just made yourself busy enough to never have time to think about him, until he was all but a distant memory.
But seems like the universe was done, done letting you get away with unfinished business.
The morning started hazy, the sun made it pretty clear that it couldn’t be bothered to come out. You huffed a breathe as you looked out of your floor to ceiling window, you were honestly done with today and it hadn’t even properly started yet.
You were always in a somewhat hurry to catch the elevator, it was not that you were late, it was just that the building that housed your office also had other establishments in the lower floors, complete with a high class soundproof studio occupying the entirety of the topmost floor.
As usual, it was packed, enough not to suffocate and yet enough that you grateful for not slacking off. Usually, you’d always have someone else who was heading for the same floor, who’d already pressed the button to the 15th floor, but it wasn’t the case today. Finding that it wasn’t pressed yet, your hand itched towards it, only for your fingers to brush against someone who just entered.
You looked up at the somewhat towering figure, only to be greeted by a familiar face.
A painfully familiar face actually.
There he was, his currently blonde hair swept back, his full lips jutting out in an early morning pout, dressed casually yet immaculately, brown orbs looking back at you with equal amounts of surprise and something that looked painfully like... longing.
No
You scolded yourself internally, trying to stop yourself from plunging into an endless abyss filled with thoughts of him and him only. But it was too late. The damage was already done. You pulled your hand back, averting your eyes, willing yourself to not give away the fact that he had initiated a torrent of emotions within you. You withdrew further into the flock of people in the elevator, putting some distance between you and him, head down, waiting until your floor comes up.
You were breathless when you got on your floor, you massaged your temples with your thumb and forefinger.
There goes my sanity for the rest of my existence.
Turns out, the studio on the highest level was his. You were more than tempted to move places, ask for a transfer to another office, anything, anything to save yourself from running into him. A part of you was begging you to run away again, but the other begged to stay, to grow some fucking nerve. You finally discarded your impulsive letter requesting a transfer and prayed that today would be the first and last time you’d run into Chanyeol.
If only it were the case.
You stayed late at work, the lights on the worktables around you shutting off one by one as the time passed but you stayed. It wasn’t the work, it was him. You were working late just so that you could avoid running into him in the lift. When the clock struck eight, you finally stretched your arms and got your things and made to leave. The floor was all quiet.
You stepped into the lift, mentally making plans to make instant ramen and watch your favorite movie. You were so engrossed in those that you didn’t notice that instead of descending, the lift climbed higher, stopping on the floor you dreaded.
You were pulled out of your reveries when the doors pinged open and you stepped out only to bump into a warm and hard chest. You looked up and found Chanyeol looking at you.
Oh no no no no NO
You were fast to turn, but Chanyeol was faster. His arm came around your waist, pulling you to him, your back against his chest, his lips at your ear as his deep voice sounded in the empty area.
“Y/n please... please hear me out. I.. I am sorry. I really am, about that night. Please...”
He sounded so... weak and vulnerable in those moments. His hand holding onto you, his broken plea. His hard body against yours shook slightly, awaiting your reaction, half dreading it.
You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t want to hear it. You wanted to pull away from him and say some really mean words and hurt him just the way he hurt you. You wanted to be far far away from him.
But you were a weak woman when it came to him. You were weak for him. You were weak for his touch upon you. You were weak for the words voiced in that deep voice of his. You were weak with the way that voice took such control of you and your coherence.
Had it been some other man, you would have pulled away, released your pent up frustration and then left.
But Chanyeol wasn’t some other man.
So you didn’t do any of those things, sighing deeply against his body, you nodded wordlessly.
He turned you so that you faced him, hand still around your waist, holding you close, his face inches from yours, his hot breathe caressing your face. You didn’t realize you were cold until the warmth from his body seeped into yours and you found yourself leaning into it involuntarily.
His brows were slightly furrowed, he looked at you with a pained expression, such longing and sincerity in his eyes that the expression made you feel bare in front of him. Your heart was hammering in your chest, letting out breaths in small puffs as you tried to tell your mind to calm the fuck down.
You expected an apology, a half assed explanation perhaps. But what he said caught you off guard.
“I missed you.”
The words felt foreign on his tongue, felt unfamiliar to your own ears. Chanyeol had said a lot of stuff to you. But never these words.
“Liar.”
The word was out of your mouth before you properly process it, flinching inwardly at the unintentional yet somewhat intentional bite in that singular word which managed to capture your current feelings towards him.
“I’m not lying, y/n. I missed you. Every single day, every single moment, I missed you.”
His words and his grip around your waist were laced with fear and desperation, and gods, you wanted it, your heart yearned for it. Yet, another part of you was equally conflicted, whether or not to let him in again and let him destroy parts of you that you were trying to heal so desperately.
He was making you weak for him all over again, with just a few words.
You shook your head, “Chanyeol... stop. Whatever you’re trying to get at here, just stop. I... can’t take it! This is just like earlier again. You ask for an in, I let you in and then... and then you leave. Again. So, stop. Please.”
He sighs deeply, pain flashing across his features, his arm around you tightening as he pulled you even closer. His breathe mingled with yours when he spoke.
"Don't go. Please."
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to tear up again from the sheer force of all what was running through your mind. A torrent of buried emotions was resurfacing and you couldn't stop it. Your voice broke over the tears you tried to stop.
"You... you're hurting me. Don't you understand that?!? One moment, you want me and the other, you don't. That's so fucking confusing!"
It felt cathartic, to scream those words out to him, you took deep deep breaths, mumbling a little at the end.
"You ruined me. Hurt me. And I thought I was okay but seeing you now, I know I'm not and that's all your fault!
That's when you push him away, trying to put some distance between you both. He reached out with a hand, lips trembling and you could almost see the cogs in his brain moving, thinking on what to say.
"Y/n... I'm.. I'm sorry. I missed you so much. I can't- "
"Stop, Chanyeol. Stop it! Can't you understand!? I hate this all of this. I hate how my heart still holds onto you after what happened that night. I hate how all I've ever wanted is to be yours." You were panting now, head shaking side to side in internal denial, getting worked up at how ridiculous this situation was. When you spoke again, it was nothing less than a whisper, having spend all your energy on the heated exchange.
"I hate how I still want you even after all what you’ve put me through.”
Chanyeol closed the distance, his hands on your cheeks as he tilted your face, his lips crashing against yours, his tongue seeking entrance, which you readily granted in a heartbeat.
Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers tangling in his silky blonde locks, holding him close, pressing your body against his.
Your heart hammered in your chest, but this time there was a twin beat that hammered right alongside yours. There's just something about his touches, the lips that felt perfect against yours, the warmth from his human furnace of a body seeping into yours.
There was just something about him that made you let go of all pretenses at reason.
You missed him. You missed him so fucking much. You were just running away. Planning to fake it till you make it, but Chanyeol beat you to it. You missed his lips. You missed his searing kisses that would steal your breathe away.
Each and every thing about him, whether big or small, made you stupid. It made you want to believe in his words. It made you want to give him chances, endless chances.
You were still very much in love with Park Chanyeol.
He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.
“Don’t go, please.” The words were a breathless whisper, a chant in his head and heart. He sounded so broken, so vulnerable, it squeezed your heart until you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight.
.
He took you home, and you let him. Chanyeol’s lips and touch were like a drug and you’d gladly let yourself be intoxicated by him. You knew it was bad for you, letting him in again so easily, but what could you do?
The moment you stepped inside the door, his hands were on your waist, turning you around, his lips on yours, his hands pulling you impossibly closer. His lips molded against yours with a fervent need burning in them. It was surprising how he made your head swim and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet.
You expected it all to be just the way it always happened, the frenzy of lips and tongue and teeth and clothes, impatient hands roving all over you, his touches setting fire to all reason.
But it all changed when you legs hit the mattress and he did something you weren’t quite expecting. He turned you both, him landing on the bed with you on top of him, he pulled back a little and with the height difference now, he was literally looking up at you.
This time, it was different.
It was different when his lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of chaste, close lipped kisses. It was different when his hands found purchase in your hips and held you impossibly close as if scared that you would vanish into thin air the moment he let you go.
“I’m sorry.”
Those words broke your reveries. They were a breathless whisper against your skin, as if he was trying to imprint the words there, Each and every touch of his upon your heated skin felt as if murmuring an apology. His gentle fingers that explored every curve and plane seemed to echo that apology. As the fabric of your clothes slid off your skin, the lingering touch seemed to murmur in an apology.
As his clothes and yours found a new place to be on the floor, his arm wound tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as if scared that you’d push him away and leave without a trace just the way you did three months ago. The heat from his skin seeped into you, you who’d been cold for so long without him. Even as your lips detached from each other’s, they brushed together, your breathes mingling with his.
You pulled back further, sitting up on his lap, allowing him to adjust the weight, the hooded look in his eyes mirrored yours, his hands were at your sides, fingers brushing against the underside of your breasts, eyes travelling over every bare inch of you with such adoration in his eyes that you could have sobbed. When your lips found his again, his tongue explored your wet cavern like he needed this, needed you more than his next breathe.
A low moan reverberated against your fingers as you explored the expanse of his chest sculpted from perfection, marveling at each and every plane and curve, his body shivering slightly. His other cradled your head, brushing aside stray strands of your hair. As his lips leave yours, they began a downward trail, along your jaw and down your neck, down and down to the place between both your breasts.
“I’m sorry.” The words were breathless whisper, brushing his lips tenderly over the spot again and again, as if trying to imprint the words there. He kissed and bit and sucked on that spot, sure to leave a mark. His arm around you tightened, pressing his hips firmly against yours, eliciting a choked moan of his name from your parted lips. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Your head was in the clouds, your senses in a haze, you couldn’t bring yourself to either simply nod or say something to him, especially not when his lips on your skin and his hips grounding against yours was enough to make you forget your own name. Your sweatpants weren’t much of a help, rather a nuisance. He pulled away with a final nibble, getting you both rid of your remaining clothes.
It was fast, yet slow, same yet different. Your breaths were fast, yet it felt as if you couldn’t get enough oxygen in, your mouths moving against each others in a primal, fervent sort of need, in wet, sloppy strokes. Each and every touch of his brought back a part of you that had been lost since forever. You missed him so much, so fucking much. You had been so bleak, so empty without him. You loved how he made you feel like yourself again.
It was mutual, the need and desperation with which both of you clung to each other, it was mutual. The need and desperation with which Chanyeol held you in his arms as you finally sunk down on his length, his swollen lips parting in a broken moan of your name, head falling back against the pillows, eyes struggling to stay open and maintain contact with yours. The need and desperation with which you moved your hips against his, hands against his chest as you rocked against him.
“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, y/n.”
When the words registered against your clouded brain, you wanted to sob and beg, beg the heavens that this at least this meant something. That his words meant something, his apology meant something, his mighty heart thundering against your fingers meant something. That the position you were in, you on top of him and him at your mercy, it meant something. You were lightheaded, with the unspoken emotions coursing through you, with Chanyeol’s girth hitting all the right spots and making you see the stars, with the weight of all these sudden occurences upon your mind.
Your thighs ached as you tried to keep up the pace you had set, your fingernails digging into his perfect skin and leaving little crescent moons, leaving your mark on him just the way he left his on you. Your skin was on fire as he trailed his hands over every inch of you, mapping it out as if trying to etch it to his memory. He gave you a few moments before he shifted, hands gripping your backside as he thrust up into you. His arms came around your hips, holding you tight before flipping you, with your back to the mattress, his thrusts increasing in pace, your plush lips parting as moans of his name filled the moonlit room.
You struggled to keep your eyes open, the urge to give in to the pleasure and close your eyes was overwhelming. But you kept them open, looking up at Chanyeol.
He was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
His beauty felt unreal. The way the soft moonlight illuminated his handsome features, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, every bare inch of his body glowing, literally glowing. As he bend forward and tilted his head to claim your lips in a soft, sloppy kiss, you ran your hands through his silky locks.
You could never get enough of him. You could never move on from him. Just looking at him pulled at your heartstrings, throat constricting with all the unknown and unspoken and unexplored feelings and words you are not yet ready to embrace, even though you knew. He brought his hand to your cheek, tentatively brushing the sensitive skin under your eyes.
“Chanyeol...” Your voice was nothing more than a breathy whimper, he pulled his hand back, rising up and kissing you on your forehead, your name a chant on his lips, his blood, his soul, his existence. He slid his hand between your bodies and rub into you, making your stomach clench.
“Please. Don’t go. Please....” Even with the way he was above you and writhing under, he sounded so broken, so desperate. It was as if all his pleas were slowly but surely banging of the ironclad walls of your heart and with this one, his length filling you up wonderfully, fingers making you clench in euphoric pleasure, this one was the final nail in the coffin.
You rose up on your elbows, brushing your lips against his, breaths mingling as you whispered against his lips, “I’m not going anywhere, Chanyeol.”
That was all what the tall man needed and few more of his miraculous touches, you unraveled under him, his name a string of chants and you spilled all over him. his body jerked above yours, tumbling into the abyss with you, his grip on your hip so hard that you knew it’d bruise.
Your thighs quivered as he pulled out of you, his body fell alongside yours, the room that was filled with moans and pants and whimpers was now silent, yet it was abuzz with unspoken questions and uncertain answers. The silence was broken with his deep voice.
“Please, y/n. I know my track record of dating isn’t that impressive but please... give me a chance. Small steps? Please.”
You turned to look at him, his eyes were downcast, he was fidgeting with his fingers, fear of a looming rejection written all over his features.
You sighed, tilting his chin with a finger, you let your lips brush against his, not really a kiss but rather a fleeting contact. You pulled back as you said, almost fearful of your next words.
“You can start by not leaving, Yeol.”
He heaved an audible sigh of relief at your words, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close, burying his nose in your neck, taking a deep breath and peppering featherlight kisses. Your fingers moved softly through his hair, eyelids heavy as you found yourself drifting off into the land of sleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
Chanyeol held your weak heart in his skillful hands and all you could do was pray that he didn’t break it again.
.
You opened your eyes to the sunlight filtering through your curtains and you found a small smile making it’s way to your lips at the warmth that seeped into you, at the heavy arm slung around your waist, the grip nowhere suffocating rather comfortingly tight, the kind that makes you feel safe.
Yes, the road ahead was uncertain and was filled with a lot of obstracles to overcome, but you’ll find a way.
Together.
But right now, all you wanted to do was bask in this feeling. In this wonderful feeling of being in his arms, being his.
. . . . .
Final Note:- and it is over. i know i’m perhaps being too sentimental but this fic means a lot to me. The prequel of this piece was my first ever request as a writer. it is very special for me. writing this was an experience i will never forget. thank you all once again. oh and yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY EXOLS! Let’s Love for a very long time! ily <3333
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