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johnnydoe69 · 5 years

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Shedding the Old Skin

Timothy sat on his boyfriend’s couch exhausted. His head throbbed, his pits stank, and sweat continued to pour down his face and neck. Timothy had spent the last four hours handing out Kevin Thompson re-election flyers in the sticky New York City heat. A pile of untaken flyers mocked him from the coffee table with the profile of Kevin Thompson seeming to glare at him.

Meanwhile, Timothy’s boyfriend, Freddie, strolled around his kitchen in nothing but a pair of stained underwear, grabbing bags of chips and a bong. Timothy wasn’t the biggest fan of smoking pot, but he was afraid that Freddie already saw him as a pussy and he didn’t want Freddie’s opinion of him to sink any lower than it already was.

Not that it seemed to matter. Timothy figured it was only a matter of time before Freddie left him for someone more confident and more open about their queerness. Freddie had come out as a trans guy at 16 and gay at 24, while at 28 Timothy was still in the closet. He didn’t even want to hold hands with Freddie in public, let alone do any of the reckless shit Freddie wanted to do like fuck on a park bench or giving each other hickies on the subway.

Timothy was constantly aware of straight people’s opinions of him as he went about his life and he did everything in his power to hide from them. He made sure his voice was low and masculine whenever he spoke in public. He only wore button-up shirts and khaki pants, he kept his blonde hair short and trim, and he made himself as quiet and small as humanly possible to avoid attention.

Freddie plopped himself on the couch next to Timothy, spilling the bags of chips on the coffee table, and once he got comfortable, lighting his bong with a rainbow lighter. Once he had smoked enough for a good buzz, Freddie passed the bong over to Timothy who took a quick whiff and coughed out most of it. Freddie laughed, his voice deep and melodious, “I can’t believe you're in your twenties and you smoke like you’re 15.”

Timothy shook his head sheepishly and said, “I only started smoking when I met you. You can’t expect me to be an expert at this already.”

He handed the bong back to Freddie, the both of them knowing he wouldn’t take a second whiff until it was almost empty. Freddie took another inhale when he noticed the huge stack of flyers underneath the bags of chips on the coffee table. He put the bong down and picked up one of the flyers. Plastered across its design was a smiling man in a suit and tie, surrounded in a semi-circle by a group of working-class people looking to him with awe.

“Please tell me you didn’t spend 4 hours handing out flyers for this choad,” Freddie said, turning to Timothy with a crumpled expression.

“It really wasn’t that bad. I grew up in the Jehovah’s Witnesses, I’m used to standing in the hot sun trying to save people from themselves.” Timothy said, suddenly deciding he needed to take another hit from. Taking Freddie’s lighter, he lit the bong and inhaled as much weed as he could, desperately trying to ignore the worried expression on his boyfriend’s face. Freddie crumpled up the flyer and dropped it to the floor.

“Timmy, I’m fucking worried about you. You let people walk all over you and you end up working yourself to death. Did they even give you water to drink? Or breaks? Or Hell, a motherfucking chair to sit in?”

Timothy kept silent, knowing the answers to Freddie’s questions would make him more upset. Freddie shook his head and looked away, his fists clenched and his head-turning red. With his sharp yellow mohawk, he looked like a phoenix ready to tear into Kevin Thompson’s perfectly manicured face.

“Change requires sacrifices. If we want our political machine to change we have to be willing to put up with some unpleasantness.” He didn’t want to add the next part, but he was too exhausted and annoyed at Freddie to hold it in, “You don’t want real change. You dress like a thug and think the masses will come flocking to you. It’s pathetic.”

Timothy gazed at his boyfriend’s strong muscular back as it clenched up like a fist. He realized that he might have said the wrong thing, but at that point, he was exhausted and unwilling to put up with whatever huff Freddie got himself into.

“At least I’m honest with who I am and what I want,” Freddie said in a quiet voice. He spun around and stared directly into Timothy’s eyes, making Timothy reflexively move away from him on the couch.

“When I go outside with my dyed hair and leather jacket and I say and do whatever the fuck I want, I get to know that I do that on my terms. If people want to stare, call me a faggot, fine, fuck them I can take it. What I can’t do is hide in thirty different layers of respectability and delude myself into thinking that makes me better than everyone else.”

Freddie got up from the couch and paced around the cramped living room, kicking furniture and clothes out of the way to make room.

Freddie couldn’t make sense of his boyfriend. When they had first met, Timmy had practically shoved his hand down his pants. It was at one of those seedy gay bars where the lighting was so bad it was hard to see even in the middle of the day. He didn’t remember what he had first said to Timmy, but soon they were making out in his van. Timmy’s warm, thick tongue sliding down the back of Freddie’s throat.

By the time he was able to peel himself away from Timmy’s mouth to drive them to his apartment, Timmy was half-naked, having shed most of his clothes in the car. Timmy tore off Freddie’s clothes as they struggled into the apartment, Timmy ripping them to shreds to get at him. When they collapsed on his bed, Timmy let out an ear-piercing roar as he let Freddie enter him.

“You like that baby,” Timmy cooed as he ground himself on Freddie’s dick and all Freddie could do was nod in awe at this sexy and intimidating presence that had ended up in his life. Timmy howled with an intensity Freddie had never heard in another man before. His kisses sucked the life from Freddie’s throat, leaving him gasping for air and begging for more. Timmy clawed at Freddie’s skin like a wild animal, the trickle of blood going down Freddie’s back and arms turning him on even more. During sex, Freddie swore that Timmy’s eyes blazed red as they deeply stared into his, making him think that he was high, dead, or fucking a demon.

When they finally finished it was the best orgasm Freddie had ever experienced in his life. Both Timmy and Freddie collapsed together in a heap on the bed, snuggling until Freddie lost consciousness. When he woke up, his blankets on the floor, bed torn apart, bong smashed to pieces, he found Timmy fidgeting with the broken stove in the kitchen.

Freddie just wanted Timmy to be happy and he never saw him as carefree and as willing to enjoy himself than that first night they had sex. He knew that wild beast that lurked in Timothy’s heart was there, he just had no idea how to release it from the bedroom.

He stopped pacing and looked at Timmy, almost passed out on the couch at this point. His dazed eyes staring at the ceiling with a sleepy smile on his face. Freddie knew that like most of their fights, they would end up snuggling on the couch before Timothy went to the bathroom and cried his heart out in the bathroom sink.

Freddie sighed, he knew of one way Timmy could be happy, but it came at a cost.

Timmy noticed Freddie had started to stare at him and whimpered, “Babe, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m only trying to help people in my own way. I wish I could be like you, dressed in leather and punching cops in the face, but I just can’t.”

Freddie shook his head and took Timmy’s hands in his. “Okay, I know of a guy who can help you. His name is Johnny Cocksucker. He’s a prophet of sorts in the queer punk scene.”

“Do I have to let him blow me or something?” Timothy asked.

“Just buy him a pack of cigarettes and he’ll help you find what you need.”

Later that day, after Timothy had sobered up and had a good cry he walked over to the 7/11 parking lot Johnny Cocksucker hung around. In the lot, Timothy saw around three people sitting on the hood of someone’s truck. Two men and one woman dressed in leather with wild colored hair shared a bottle of liquor someone stored in a brown paper bag.

Timothy wasn’t sure what to expect. Was Johnny going to give him some kinda pep talk or was this some weird initiation thing where Timmy would get beat up in an alley somewhere? Would Freddie do something like that to him?

He came to the three punks and waited until one of them noticed him. At first, they ignored him making Timothy stand there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. Eventually, the girl noticed him and asked, “The fuck do you want?”

“Hi, I’m looking for a guy named Johnny Cocksucker. I was told he could help me.`` Timothy stammered. The three punks glaring at him made him feel like he was going to shit himself.

Then one of the men smiled, “My name’s Johnny Cocksucker. You want a tarot reading or something more?”

Timothy hesitated, he wasn’t sure what Freddie meant by Johnny helping him find himself, but Timothy trusted Freddie and he did want to know himself whatever that meant. So Timothy said, “I want something more. My boyfriend, Freddie, said you could help me find myself.”

“You got me a pack of smokes?” Johnny asked, leaning back on the truck hood.

Timothy nodded, supplying a box of cigarettes from his sweatshirt pocket, “Marlboro, right?”

Johnny nodded, got off the truck, and swaggered over to Timothy.

“Alright, sweetie. Let’s do this.” He took Timothy by the hand and him across the street into a dark alley. It was narrow and cold, but Timothy found himself getting turned on by Johnny. His dick got a little hard and if he wasn’t with Freddie he would have gladly given or received head from this man.

Once they were out of earshot, Timothy started talking. “I got into a fight with Freddie and I know I’m not super great at communicating my feelings and I was kinda condescending to him, but I’m just not comfortable-”

Johnny put a finger to Timothy’s lips. “Honey, I’m not your fucking therapist. Do you want to know what you want or not?”

Timothy nodded eagerly.

Johnny lit a cigarette and blew some smoke in Timothy’s face. Timothy wheezed, but noticing Johnny’s eyes he suddenly stopped. Timothy felt rooted to the spot, Johnny’s brown eyes drawing all his attention.

Johnny smiled, “you love him don’t you?” “Yes.” Timothy replied, “I love him a lot.” Timothy felt a strange heat coming from his dick, it prickled and burned. “And you want to help people, instead of pussyfooting around with shitheads who don’t give a flying fuck about you?” Johnny Cocksucker asked, dangling the cigarette from his mouth as he pressed his hands on Timothy’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t call it pussyfooting rather attempting to engage the electorate-” “Do you want to help people or not?” “Yes.” Timothy agreed again. Timothy’s erection pressed up against his pants, making it too painful to keep on. He undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor with a deep moan.

“That’s it, bitch. That’s it.” Johnny Cocksucker said, nodding at Timothy’s progress. Cocksucker continued, “And you want to live as yourself and not what everybody wants you to be?”

“Yes, please,” Timothy moaned, his dick was so hard he had to take his boxer briefs off, leaving his hard six-inch dick out in the breeze.

Cocksucker spit into his hands and rubbed them viciously before putting his hands on Timmy’s cock. His hands were calloused and hard but in a satisfying way. The odd bumps and dry skin against his dick only made Timothy harder.

Cocksucker got on his knees and placed Timothy’s dick in his mouth, his soft lips massaging Timothy’s throbbing cock. With every thrust of Johnny's head on his cock, Timothy felt layers of himself getting peeled away.

No more working with politicians, no more canvassing, stickers, and plastic straw boycotts. He would fight and do shit that helped people now, not maybe four years down the road. He would organize with Freddie and fight against police oppression. The rage that had been building inside of him his entire life was forcing its way through. He would no longer be held back by fear.

Timothy growled and moaned as Johnny worked his magic on Timothy’s dick. Timothy’s fear and layers of respectability heading into his dick. As Timothy’s mind changed, so did his appearance. His lanky frame that served him well in avoiding public scrutiny was filling up with muscle. His button-up shirt was replaced with a ripped t-shirt and a leather jacket, his khaki pants and boxer briefs replaced with stained jeans and filthy red boxer shorts. Two solid black boots replaced his polished brown oxfords.

His short blonde hair grew and became spiked, turning a dark shade of green. Black nail polish appeared on his fingernails and silver rings materialized on his two middle fingers. Then sharp pinpricks of pain stabbed through his ears, mouth, and nose making him let out a small scream. Piercings were ripping through Timothy’s flesh until his entire face was coated with them. With his new look and personality came a new name, Viper. It was a name that intimidated the right people, but for Freddie, it would always mean his thick now nine-inch dick.

He cummed in Cocksucker’s mouth. His old life and insecurities disappearing down Johnny Cocksucker’s throat.

Needing to take a breath, Viper leaned his head against a brick wall. Johnny Cocksucker stood up and wiped his mouth.

“You good?” Johnny asked, taking out a cigarette.

Viper nodded in a daze, “I have to find my boyfriend.”

Johnny smiled and patted him on the shoulder. Viper stumbled a few steps forward when Johnny said, “Hey, pull your pants up. You got your dick hanging out.”

Viper looked down at his thick nine-inch dick hanging in the air and he chuckled.

“Still a little fucked up, I guess,” Viper said, pulling up his pants and underwear. Then he staggered out of the alleyway, his dick still hard, as Johnny Cocksucker took out a cigarette and watched. “Freddie owes me big time for that shit,” Johnny said, lighting his cigarette. The taste of cum and Timmy’s fear still hanging in the back of his throat.

Viper struggled to make his way to Freddie. He had an insatiable desire to fuck Freddie just the way he wanted. Rough and intense, like the time they first fucked, only this time Viper wasn’t going to freeze up every time after they had sex. It was going to be crazy and uninhibited the whole way. the way that he had never been fucked before. It felt like miles before Viper ended up outside an old theatre. In the haze of Viper’s mind, he knew that Freddie had a gig there tonight.

That’s when he realized it was dark out. Had six hours passed that quickly? Then Viper watched as a bunch of roadies with band equipment were leaving the venue, including Freddie.

Freddie looked over and saw a man waiting for him. He didn’t know why, but he had the sudden feeling that the green-haired punk was his boyfriend.

He dropped what he was doing and ran over to him. Viper jumped up and wrapped his legs around Freddie’s waist kissing him on the mouth.

“I know Johnny did a number on you, but holy shit you’re hot,” Freddie said in-between kisses.

“Can you faggots get off the sidewalk?” an old man screeched at them.

Viper flipped the old fucker off and lost himself in Freddie’s passionate embrace. He would never take a straight person’s bullshit ever again.

#dick growth #reality change #punk transformation

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chanyeol-and-you-fantasies · 7 years

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Control (Part Two) - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 4,218

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Shower sex, fluff, Even more shameless smut.

Summary: It’s just rabbit fucking at this point.

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Once again you were in Chanyeol’s arms, this time around however for a different reason altogether. Candidly, when the day had started you were capable of walking, though after your boyfriend’s arrival that honor was taken from right under you. Like literally. Recently after such occurances you’ve commenced to take caution that Chanyeol doesn’t kid around when he says stuff like he’d undoubtedly fuck you until you couldn’t walk or that he’ll bruise you from the inside out with his mean stroke. Natrually he’s never worded such in these precise words but you knew he was thinking them. So in terms, yes, things said as such were definitely something that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

Setting you down on wobbly legs, a strained moan is heard from your lips whence the hot water arrives upon your sore body. It promises to soothe your abused muscles, to ease your taughtness. You smile gratefully. If you could you would willingly stay like th- “Oh no you don’t, I’m far from done with you, baby, its best not to get comfortable.” Chanyeol whispers, his hot breath ghosting across your delicate skin- cutting that once train of thoughts off, his needy large hands not so far behind. You lift your head exsaperated, meeting Chanyeol’s eyes, a smug grin plastered on his handsome face.

You (unfortunately) couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him, so you establish a noise of distaste instead.

“Yeah, yeah, you sex addict. Please do remind me to pick my words carefully before I say them. I can’t even feel anything below my hips because of it…Because of you. You just had to keep to my word didn’t you, which if I might add was not literal. I think I’m officially scared of that stroke of yours now.” You comment in a false horrid, immediately reaching over for your body wash in the corner. You wince in pain the moment you had. Chanyeol really did a number on you, you notice. But then again you had asked for it.

Chanyeol raises a brow at your statement, his voice dropping octaves lower. “You loved it, don’t give me that crap.” You roll your eyes. Uh-huh sure. Before you knew it he’s quickly turning you around. Your back now flush against his chest.

You blink dumbfounded. Quickly you recover and catch on to what he’s preparing for. “Wha? Already? Oh no, no mister. I demand that we wash up first? At least allow my body to take a moment’s breather?” Chanyeol makes a noise of disagreement, his breath at your ear. “Why go through all the trouble, I’m simply going to dirty you up all over again? We can wash after I’m done.” He chuckles deeply, his hands chasing down your sides, which soon lead with one circling behind your knee. Currently with your leg hiked up to his waist now you gasp suprised. A worried whimper escapes your lips when a cold rush of air hits your exposed sex. Thus, that’s not all you felt between your legs.

Your boyfriend really has some badass stamina.

Chanyeol begin to feather light kisses across your neck now, the other running down your chest where he squeezes your breast with earnest, fingers toying with your hardened nipple. “Chanyeol, you’re playing a unfair game.” You whine, your senses betraying you as they gaped at the bliss he was portraying. It really was unfair, in more ways than one too. While your mind may be begging for rest, your body just screams for Chanyeol to take you again. You couldn’t begin to choose which one you should follow. Was it wrong to want both?

Your boyfriend continues his actions in scattering bruising hickys and love bites across your shoulders, moaning deeply at your marvelous taste. It was almost too unbearable to withstand with the way your body grows more and more aroused. You’re too giving.

Giving your breast one last squeeze Chanyeol proceeds farther down your front to further his exploration. By the time he reaches his destination between your legs, you were already soaking wet for him. Your breath hitches without your say so, hips bucking into his hand. Also without your say so.

“Seems like you can feel this area just fine to me if you’re responding the way you are, and would you get a look at this, you’re already so wet for me too? Its a two in one.” Chanyeol growls, cupping your pussy with his hand, digging his middle finger inside you just to the first knuckle. He swirls the digit in slow circles, lapping up your fresh juices. Only when you were starting to stimulate into the greedy play does the finger leave your warmth completely. That’s how it always goes, you deject.

“What do you expect Chanyeol? When someone is being touched like I am now, they’re bound to get wet. Thus when they do, they seek more. It’s nature.” Your words come out in shutters at the fantasy your mind creates of having the man continuing his actions till you wither in unmistakable ecstasy.

Chanyeol chuckles hotly in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. He slowly drags his tongue across the shell of your ear. “Was that a secret invitation to proceed, princess? Why all you got to do is give the word that you want me and I’ll surrender myself to you. It’s as easy as that.”

Ugh that’s exactly what I want Chanyeol! You scream mentally.

You grit your teeth, fingers dangerously tight around the body wash you had yet to discard. That bastard. You shouldn’t have to articulate your needs, not when he already knew what you so clearly required. “You’re cognizant of what I want Chanyeol, don’t try to act like your not.” You scoff. “I bet it must be nice to feel accomplished huh, knowing your girlfriend’s desires without her telling you? So then why don’t you contribute? You don’t need to acknowledge my requirements?”

“Hmm, you know your way around words well, (Y/N), I’m mildly impressed.” Chanyeol praises, you raise a brow in regards to his “mildly”. “Very well, since I’m a reasonable boyfriend I’ll give you what you ask. But… only in mock tease.”

This can’t be good.

Again Chanyeol circles your slit with his fingers, purposely teasing you in every manner possible. When he figures his fingers are slick enough, he slowly rubs them against your clit. He accompanies the rhythm, then when it wasn’t slick anymore, he’d dig the finger back inside (only to the first knuckle of course) to lap it up before he’s circling the bud once more.

This wasn’t teasing! This… This was far from it! This was all out fucking torture! This was worse than the recklessness he was doing with his tongue earlier. You wished to scream, to lash out, to push those greedy fucking fingers inside you already instead of them just collecting more of your wetness to rub against your clit. In the end you decided against it. You’ll let him have his fun, then when he least expects it you’d give your own.

Willingly you admit it that it was fairly sad with how much you were enjoying the agonizing play Chanyeol was inflicting. You more should rather be thinking it’s rude, unforgivable, selfish, though surprising you could care less. All that’s running through that lust filled mind of yours was if he’d be grateful enough to get you off like this. If he’s reasonable enough to milk your walls dry with his fingers (wet being the more appropriate word) afterwards just so it’ll be enough to pound into with his cock whence he’s finished.

You rent out a blissful sigh at the mere image.

Chanyeol chuckles lowly when your hips thrust forward into his hand. “You like that, don’t you babe? Me fucking your filthy clit with my skilled fingers? God you’re such a little slut for me, enjoying this when you’ve already been fucked so good earlier. You’ve gotten your reward yet here you are begging for another?” Chanyeol had purred darkly in your ear, his deep voice bringing a added delight to his actions. You mewl, your legs quivering the closer your orgasm nears.

Soon those whimpers morph into cries, tears clouding your vision at the strength of the unbearable heat that builds in the pit of your belly. It’s overwhelming. It’s…It’s refreshing!

You toss your head back against your boyfriend’s chest, mouth parted wide to let the broken moans Chanyeol was forcing out of you out. You grind your hips back, eagerly seeking for more than just his fingers. You wished for something longer, more thicker, something that’ll hit all your sweet spots in one thrust. You pleaded that he just stop the torturing actions upon your clit and just slam you against the shower wall already, pound his proud cock into your needy cunt without a second thought. You ached that he just either get you off or just fuck you! This so-called teasing was driving you mad!

Chanyeol grunts gruffly against your skin when you move across his cock, whether it be purposely or accident you honestly didn’t care, you just needed to feel it against you; inside you. “You want me already hmm?” Forcefully Chanyeol thrusts a finger completely inside you. “Too bad.” You cry out his name loudly, the body wash popping open and bursting forth onto your hand from squeezing it too hard. It drops the second you feel another join the first. “Oh god, C-Channie! More!” Your pants grow in quality when he sets a languid pace. You were sore as fuck too, how could you not feel any pain from this, you mull over?

Chanyeol moans your name from the sexy reactions you were giving. “I just fucked your brains out not nearly 30 minutes ago, yet look at you still so tight around my fingers? Believe it or not but it rises my desire to fuck you again so much greater. So much harder!”

The man thrusts his fingers in deep, electing a broken moan of his name to continuously pass on your swollen lips. He smirks in triumph, picking up his pace. Now pumping them in at a rigid speed, he taunts your walls with all the cruelty he could muster.

Chanyeol is quick to curl the digits with the movements once he’s got you gone, offically hitting your g-spot. You cry out, arching like a bow into him, your breaths and gasps beyond ragged and torn. You reach down to cover his hand with yours, intent on keeping the fingers there inside you for as long as you could. “H-Holy fuck.” You’re a disaster but somehow you manage to find your composure. “It’s only for you Chanyeol.” you confess breathlessly, your hand digging into his own. “Only you can catch me in such pleasures as these, only you can taste me when I come, can feel me around your cock. No one else gets that privilege. It’s entirely for you Channie. I’m all yours.”

Chanyeol mewls dryly into your skin, his cock pulsing and leaking against your lower regins in the strong need to feel your tight wet walls around it. “Fuck this. I just can’t take it anymore!” Once said Chanyeol pulls his fingers out of you, dropping your upright leg and roughly turns you around. He lifts you up in his arms before slamming you harshly against the shower wall. You shiver once the cold tiles make contact to your heated skin, at the gorgeous predatory look Chanyeol was giving you when he’s got you pinned. Your legs circle around his sharp hips, keeping him there with no chance to escape. Not that he wanted to otherwise.

Chanyeol moves the shower head away from your bodies before he’s leaning forward to capture your lips with his own. He nips and pulls at them until they were abused and red. He tells you how beautiful you look against your lips as you wait to catch your breaths, his cock rubbing against your cunt, the slick juices mingling with one another. You moan hoarsly, his mouth meeting yours to swallow those sinful sounds.

Your mouth parts for him and he gladly takes the contribute, exploring the warm cavern before he takes on your eager tongue with his own, sucking it into his mouth with ease. You moan at the delicious taste of him, the familiarity of mint and bubblegum. A greedy gasp escapes Chanyeol in the climax. A tie it was. It makes your head spin in swirls of rapture. Your not so gentle fingers rake down his abused shoulders, legs tightening impossibly around him.

Both you and Chanyeol were out of breath when the kiss ends, blown pupils with lips kiss swollen. Chanyeol though doesn’t waste any time and just buries his face in your neck, teeth swift in nipping at your tender jaw, where he whispers sweet nothings in the wet skin. Hurriedly he drags his tongue down your neck. You moan throaty at the sensuality he’s planting upon the racing pulse. You pass your shaky fingers through his damp hair, encouraged.

“Chanyeol… Holy fuck…I need you. Please. I feel like my blood is on fire.” You gaped. “I-I don’t care if you just fucked me senseless, I need you again, to experience your cock around me. Fuck just take me now!” You plead, rolling your hips against his dick for emphasis. Chanyeol groans loudly, his fingers diging into the dark bruises that mark your lithe hips from the first time, the other hand against the wet tile beside your head.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Is all he answers. Reaching down between you, your boyfriend grasps his heavy cock, positioning the leaking cockhead at your entry. He looks into your lidded eyes, at your face, eagerly capturing the sexy expression. Then in one swift buck of his hips, he grunts and fills you deliciously to the hilt. Your mouth parts for the beautiful scream to escape, your walls tightening around the intrution that is your boyfriend’s cock. Oh how you chased the feeling of being filled once more.

“F-fuck… It should be a sin with how damn tight you still are right now, though your expression is no better.” He groans, the blood that smears across his shoulders from your nails going unnoticed.

Having found your voice you whimper, “Oh god- Ahhh. Move baby. Move please…” Chanyeol doesn’t need to be asked twice on that request and begins to rock his hips. He draws out slowly before slamming back in, basking in the hitched breaths and chocked gasps that fill the room. In and out, in and out, slow and deep, agonizing and pleasurable. It’s a experience worth dying for.

Eventually the movements of his hips quicken, the once shallow thrusts becoming more fatal. Your breaths get caught in your lungs at the amazing friction. So fucking blissfully perfect. Chanyeol tosses his head back in pleasure, a loud horase moan erupting from his throat.

Now that should be a sin, you correct.

Leaning forward, you trail your lips down qqChanyeol’s exposed neck, kissing the flesh with gentle but harsh presses, your wet tongue tracing the vein that is producing there. You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking it back with enough force to keep him from moving away. “You’re so sexy like this Chanyeol, all exposed.” You whisper, a cry erupting from you when said person forces a hard thrust into you at the commentary.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” he pants. “Shouldn’t it be I who says that to you.” Hissing in pleasure he pounds into your cunt with ease, his thrusts beyond docile now. It was animalistic! There only remained of lust and need in his movements, the passion had died out. Of course you were fine with that. You loved it hard and deep, just enough to bruise you. You craved to remember this tomorrow.

Against his neck, you bite and suck at the skin till it reddens beautifully under your mouth. A reaction is heard from the man when you had and you lick the spot in mock apology. Pulling away you grin satisfied at the nice mark that now frames your boyfriend’s neck. You doubt anyone would notice. Though it wasn’t like they didn’t already know he was taken.

Hmm, taken…

“There perfect…now everyone will know you belong to someone. That person being me of course.” You murmured, fingers loosening in the black locks so Chanyeol can look at you. The man grins pleased, he moves forward to mark you himself, suckling the hicky against the sensitive flesh above your erratic pulse. “And everyone will know that you are mine. That I’ve already claimed you. Other men better not even think to take glances. You’re my property.” Chanyeol says possesivly, thrusting his cock into your tight entrance harder to make his point known. You toss your head back against the wall, a laugh/moan heard at how incredibly deep it went in. “Oh yes, c'mon Channie fuck me harder, fuck me raw, give in to the lust. Let me see the frustration.”

Chanyeol grunts in response, the jerk of his hips quick and sloppy between your legs as he was loosing the rhythm he once set. He moans your name, his breathing labored and uneven against your skin and you worry your lip at the breathtaking sound. It’s heavenly music to your ears.

You move your hips in time with his rapid thrusts, searching for that bundle of nerves that’ll bring you to keen in the intense pleasure that was still fresh in your mind from earlier. Chanyeol even in his state notices this too and grinds his cock against your slick walls till your body jerks violently. Smirking to himself at having succeeded he ruts into that one area, fucking your g-spot raw like you had asked. You screamed your boyfriend’s name, digging your fingers into his back to hold you from the incoming spasms.

“Don’t. Let me see you, baby.” Chanyeol breaths heavily into your ear. Nodding you move back from your boyfriend’s chest, meeting your back to the tile wall once more. Nothings changed it still cold as fuck. Chanyeol takes in the beauty of your flushed face with lidded eyes, at your swollen lips, at the love and passion for him that clouds your hazy eyes, at the way your eyebrows knit up in pleasure when he strikes all the right places within you. It’s truly the most gorgeous thing he’s ever witnessed. And he makes sure to tell you too.

You blush, hiding your face with your arm in embarrassment. You probably looked awful in such a state. You realize that Chanyeol’s hips stop all of a sudden but before you could begin to register it there’s a hand removing it. Chanyeol pins the pesky wrist to the wall before interlocking your fingers together. “You’re beautiful (Y/N), don’t ever think you’re not.” He says with his given modesty, the words coming out in heavy pants.

You open your mouth to say something to reflect his honesty but there are lips on yours before you could get them out. You knew he knew what you were going to say, this was just his nice way of telling you to shut up. You smiled against his lips. He understood you so well. Tilting your head, you move your lips across his, your tiny fingers tightening around Chanyeol’s far bigger ones. This man knew exactly what to say to brighten your confidence.

Soon enough your brain picks up the friction that’s building between your legs, while the quicker the thrusts are the deeper it goes in. It’s perfect harmony. You’d be massivly sore by the days end, you just knew it, but then again that wasn’t really a bad thing. You love the burn.

You mewl the more he thrusts into that spot, the closer your orgasm nears. It was so close, you were so close. The heat was just so wondrous. It was so strong, so intense, so…fucking welcoming! You chased that familiar feeling, that rush, the squeeze your walls do around Chanyeol, the way they tighten and suck the cum right out of him until he’s bursting uncontrollable within you; with you. Oh god just the thought makes your senses flare.

“Hol-… Ah- Chanyeol! Don’t stop, baby… don’t…stop.” You announce, your eyes rolling back in their socket at how incredibly good it feels to be close to your pinnacle. How it feels to be stuffed completely, to be bruised and torn in a unexplainable but amazing way, to be fucked so raw that your inner walls grew numb.

Chanyeol thrusts are beyond sloppy and uncoordinated now, you could easily tell he was fighting the urge to cum, that he was holding back until you came first. Don’t misunderstand, it meant a lot to you that he puts his lover’s pleasure first but you truthfully believe he deserves it far more than you, especially considering how many times he’s got you off earlier.

“Let go Chanyeol. I want to see you cum for me, to give in to the climax that you are breached. Don’t worry about my pleasure, I’ve already came more than you.” Chanyeol doesn’t want to, that much you could tell. He was being stubborn. His hands consistently slip from your thighs every now again from the need to get it all out, from the haze of euphoria that’s persistently clouding his mind. Its too cruel.

You choke out his name to help him out, to get him to fucking come, but he was too damn unwilling. You were really just about to give up, to just let what happens happen but those thoughts of defeat left you when you felt Chanyeol’s cock shutter within you and him tense underneath your fingertips. “(Y/N)!” He gasps. Just the look on his complextion when he came alone was enough to get you off and you drag your fingers down his back, the walls of your cunt tight and constricting, eagerly pleased to ride out Chanyeol’s intense orgasm.

Exhased in the aftermath you fall forward and lay your head on his shoulder.

It’s silence from here on out, just the sounds of your harsh pants and the running water. “I’m so tired Chanyeol…can I just fall asleep here.” you mumble into his skin, your eyes heavily lidded with exhastion. Chanyeol laughs half-heartly, the vibrations from it going throughout his chest. “Afraid not, you have to help me out here too, you know I can’t do all the work myself.” You make a coherent noise, it just urges Chanyeol to laugh again. Slipping his flaccid dick out from within you he sets you down. It takes a little while for the feeling to come back to your numb legs but Chanyeol was in no rush, he just holds you against him until you could stand on your own.

Turning the shower off Chanyeol and you step out. He dries you first with a towel, the pain in your lower back intensely stressful. He apologizes profusely but you just blow it off, you weren’t going to blame him when you were the one who wanted it. He understands and pecks you on the cheek before drying himself.

Once done with each other, you head over towards the dresser in the corner of the room and pull out a pair of panties and a t-shirt. You slip them and quickly crawl into bed with your boyfriend. Chanyeol pulls you close by your waist and you smile content, buring your face in his chest. “What’s with you and wearing my shirts?” He randomly asks, fingering the edge of said item but not once going underneath. You could only guess it was because he knew you couldn’t go another round. Which was good because you really honestly couldn’t.

You close your eyes, snuggling closer into him, your leg slipping between his. “I like how big they are around my small figure, it’s quite comfortable. I personally like to be enveloped by your smell the most. Believe it or not but when your away with the boys it keeps me feeling that you’re here with me even if your not. It’s nice I suppose.”

“Well I myself find it incredibly sexy.” How’d you know he was going to say something like that? Shaking your head you pull away from him. You smile, softly placing your lips upon his. “Just go to sleep, you have to be somewhat tired after going twice in a row. I swear you just have way too much energy for your own good.”

He grins gleefully. “I know you love it.”

“That may be true but I love you more.” You rephrase.

“I love you too, (Y/N), far more than you can come to think. I’ll express it one of these days.” You don’t question him what he meant by that right off the bat. Why? Because for one you were too damn sleepy and two because he’d most likely not spill the reason anyway. After today though you seem to have good fortune so you might just ask him later, for now you just follow the bridge of sleep that’s calling your name.

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