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oneparkyeolplease · 5 years

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Empty Spaces

Summary: You can’t sleep without Chanyeol next to you.

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (female)

Genre: fluff, smut

Rating: M

Warnings: explicit sex, explicit language, dirty talk, creampie.

Word Count: 2.5K

The nights you have the bed to yourself always seem to drag out.

The space Chanyeols body usually occupies in your queen sized bed seeming to stretch all the way across the room, too open and cold to consider crossing into. The sheets like snakes, tangling too taut around your legs as you toss about, their touch too rough compared to the legs that they’re trying to replace.

A soft, red glow of Chanyeols analog alarm clock dresses the room in its wake, mocking you as the minutes ticking by like hours. Hiding under the comforter only adds to your discomfort, creating a space too warm to abide. His normally baggy shirt clings to your skin, holding too tight in the absence of it’s owner. Sighing, you sandwich your head between your pillows, trying to escape the murderous luminescence.

When sleep still fails to claim you, you groan, pulling yourself free of your entrapments before making for the kitchen. It’s become clear to you that the clock on the stove has been in conversation with the clock in your room, this time green dancing around your kitchen, seeming to move against the pale moonlight emanating from the window above your sink. Running your fingers through your hair, your free hand finds the half empty glass you left on the counter. Its contents circle down the drain, and a quick rinse later, you sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen, relishing in the cool trail the water left in its wake as you sip slowly.

As the grandfather clock in the living room strikes midnight, you find your restlessness growing, the sweet reprieve the water gave leaving as quickly as it came. Annoyed at the smallest things, you pull your hair up into a messy bun before sliding off of the granite, letting your feet lead you to the balcony doors, shivering at the temperature difference, cool air kissing your skin as you step out into the night. The city lights mimic the stars, seemingly coming down from the sky and spreading across the horizon before your gaze.

Absentmindedly, you twirled the ring on your left hand, listening as the wind sang to you, carrying your thoughts off with it’s eastern breeze. Before Chanyeol, you couldn’t stand to sleep with anyone else, finding their presence suffocating, hands too warm, breathing too loud, heartbeat too erratic. Often you found yourself waiting for them to fall asleep so you could go sleep on the couch, sneaking back in before the sun rose to keep the appearance you’d never gone anywhere. But with Chanyeol, the first night he stayed you found yourself trapped in his gravitational pull, legs tangled together, fingers twitching in the wake of the others loss as they shifted. With Chanyeol, you became needy, always craving his touch, skin crawling as if trying to reach for him when he was gone.

With Chanyeol, you found yourself becoming more vulnerable, walls casting shadows from his light before crumbling as he wormed his way into every crevice of your body you had to offer. With him, you become another version of yourself, something soft and malleable as you fell farther and farther in love with him. Your world revolved around him, something of your own personal sun. Days began and ended with him, the deep gravel of his bass echoing in your ears as he spoke love over you while he thought you slept. Sunrise was the gentle touch of his fingertips, caressing the expanse of your body before finding your core, lips swallowing the softness of your gasp as he slid inside of you, filling your entire being with himself. Sunset was his lips pressed against your crown, humming softly into your hair as your breathing slowed itself to his, the mellow woodsy smell of his bodywash washing over you as he lulled you to sleep.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here baby girl.” The softness of his voice washes over you in waves, fatigue from the last five hours catching up to you as you lean back against his chest, your own arms wrapping around his, every nerve alive with his touch. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I would have been home sooner if I’d known that.” You smile at the pout in his voice, lacing your fingers through his, sighing softly as your body relaxes against his. “It’s okay lover boy. I didn’t want to keep you from your work.” You turn in his arms, sliding your hands up the delicate fabric of his suit jacket, over his shoulders, lacing your fingers together behind his neck. He looks down at you through thick lashes, leaning down to rub his nose against yours before molding his lips to yours, sighing in content as leans against your body, creating a home in you. You slide your hands from his neck to cup his jaw, the longer fingers tracing the shell of his ears, your favorite feature.

Carefully he slides his hands from your waist to your ass, lifting your full figure with ease as you wrap your legs around his waist. Retracing your steps, he sets you on the island, pulling your hair from its band before leaning back from you, hands resting on either side of your thighs. “Work is never more important than you.” You smile softly, tracing his cheek with his thumb, “have you eaten?”

He places his hand over yours, kissing your palm before meeting your gaze, eyes hooded, pupils expanding. “I could go for something sweet.” His voice is rough, the tone racing its way through your bloodstream, vibrating in your chest as you shift, thighs pressing together. His hands slide their way up your thighs, pushing the hem of his shirt that he loves to see you in up with their journey, gently pushing you back against the black granite. It’s at this that he takes a moment to drink you in, moonlight painting your skin and its almost like you glow against the counter before him, a flush making its way across the span of your stomach, up to your cheeks. He knows that you squirm under his gaze, never quite understanding he way your beauty calls to him like a siren, wanting to drown himself in your body.

Chanyeol leans over you, nipping softly at your bottom lip before flicking his tongue against the top one, smirking as you part your lips for him, legs following the motion making room for him between them and he takes advantage of your openness, swirling his tongue around yours before trailing his lips down your jaw, nipping softly at the spot where your pulse pounds under your skin. Your hands stretch out above your head, gripping the edge of the counter as he continues farther down your body, looking up at you through hooded eyes when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your cotton panties, sliding them down your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

Your every nerve is on fire as he kisses his way from your ankle to your center, ignoring where you want him most, kissing his way down your other leg. Your head spins at his every touch, and you find yourself wondering if it’s possible to get drunk off of someone. His breath ghosts across your folds, leaning over to nip small marks into the soft flesh of your stomach and you decide that yes, you can.

Most nights you make love, Chanyeols hands are everywhere, gliding up and down your body, ghosts of fingertips trailing across your chest, making hard nubs of your nipples, long digits teasing against your slit before finding purchase inside of you, curling the way he knows makes you melt. But tonight, his hands are absent, lips, teeth and tongue as their substitute. The last touch of his hands comes when slides his shoulders under your legs, gripping the tops of your thighs as he inhales the scent of you, tongue running across his bottom lip as if starved for you.

This is where Chanyeol loves to be, on his knees in front of you, his goddess, his moon, his universe. It’s like this that he worships you. Flesh soft beneath his grip, muscles moving almost automatically to make room for him between your legs, your voice pianissimo under his ministrations, blood rushing through your veins, he gives his all to you, pouring his entire being into you. What he gives, you take, rewarding him with a worship of your own, words pouring from your soul.

Almost lazily, he drags his tongue through your folds, tongue circling like a whisper around your clit. The noise from your throat belongs in a song he thinks, the soft cadence of your gasp moving into the next bar on its staff, turning into a whine as he pulls away, intoxicated with the taste of you.

“Chanyeol.. touch me… please..” Your voice is a whisper, carried by the atmosphere he and you have created, tickling his ears as he looks up at you. “I am touching you.” To make his point, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, letting his lips trail against your skin as he moves closer to where you want him, sucking air through your teeth as he lets his tongue dance along your folds. “Yeollie…”

His name is like a prayer from your lips, your tongue flicking out against your lips. You can see your wetness on his lips and his gaze locks on yours, his fingers digging into the subtle flesh of your thighs as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. Your hand in his hair is welcomed, your nails dragging across his scalp, your breath coming in small spurts. He can feel your heels digging into his back, pressing him forward. “Tell me baby girl, do you think I can make you come like this?”

Chanyeol knows his breath is a mixture of warm and cool against your skin, the gravel of his voice creating vibrations that light a way up your spine. He adjusts slightly, pulling you more on his mouth as he darts his tongue barely in and out of your cunt, feeling his cock twitch at the whine in your voice. “Answer me baby girl” He pulls a hand from your thighs and makes quick work of his pants, lazily stroking his cock as he waits for you to speak.

Your voice is caught in your throat, want swelling in your throat as you hear his belt. You look down your body, moaning at the lust in his eyes. You can feel his left arm move and you can picture more than see his actions, the way he tightens his grip at the base of his cock, fingers pressed deftly against the vein that runs up the underside of it, thumb spreading precum along the head. It’s your favorite thing to watch, the way he strokes himself for you.

You know he’s waiting on you to answer him, and you bite your lip as you nod your head, though he knows the answer well enough. He knows very well that you can come from his tongue alone, memories of nights like this flashing across your eyes. “Yes..” Your voice is dry, the word coming out in cracks as the want builds in your veins.

Chanyeol shoots you a smirk before circling his tongue around your clit, applying more pressure as your grip tightens in his hair. The taste of you, sweet like honey, coats his tongue and drips down the back of his throat. The soft mewls you let out make him dizzy, bouncing around his head like his favorite song. He moans against you and is rewarded with your thighs pressing against head.

The pressure starts in your toes, works its way up your calves, your thighs trembling under its weight. Chanyeol can feel it and wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves, sucking hard. Your breath leaves you in gasps, tightness building in your chest. Your grip on his hair should be painful, but he never stops. His nails bite against your thigh, and you moan with the small sting that comes with it. “Chan.. I’m going..”

“Come for me baby girl, let me drink you.” Chanyeols head is warm, your thighs like a blanket around him. Every inch of his being is coated in you, nerves alive as you whisper his name like it’s the only thing that can save you, drunk off the taste of you. His name leaves your lips in a yell as you come, thighs clenched around his head. Your body trembles against him and he grips the base of his cock to hold off his orgasm as you ride your own.

Chanyeols tongue works against you long after you come down from your high and you whimper, pulling away from his tongue when the stimulation gets to be too much. He presses a chaste kiss against your thigh before moving your thighs from his shoulders as he stands, slowly stroking himself. “Where do you want it baby girl?”

“Come in me Chanyeol.”

“Fuck..are you sure?” You reach up, grabbing his tie and pulling yourself up to him. Heels pressed against his ass, you bring him towards you, angling your hips up to his. “In me lover boy.”

Chanyeol slides his thumb along your bottom lip as he strokes himself, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand as he buries himself to the hilt in you, his cock twitching once before pouring his release in you, covering your mouth with his own as he groans. He’s careful as he pulls out of you, forehead resting against yours as he watches his cum leak out of you, grabbing a kitchen towel to clean it from the counters. He throws it towards the laundry room before nuzzling his nose against yours.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, breathing in as Chanyeol breathes out, the air around you a shared space. The grandfather clock in the living room strikes, signaling the arrival of two am and as if on cue, your body sags against his, your eyelids suddenly too heavy to keep open. “Come on baby girl, let’s get you to bed.”

“You have to shower..” Your breath tickles Chanyeols neck as you bury your face in it and he smiles as carries you bridal style to the bedroom. “Not tonight.”

“You have work tomorrow..” Your voice is muffled, face in your pillows, body just on the edge of his side of the bed. You hear him more than you see him, his shirt and pants joining the pile for dry cleaning, the scraping of the hanger as he hangs his suit coat up. The bed dips as he climbs under the covers, pulling you tight against him, one arm under your pillows, the other draping over your waist as he chuckles.

“Tomorrow is Saturday baby. I’m all yours.”

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