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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Sweet Lies - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 5,378

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Summery: Based on the song written by Park Chanyeol, Sweet Lies. A story of love and lies.

Request: No

Notes: It is finally here!!! The fic I’ve been writing for about 3 months. (Not even ashamedXD) I won’t lie to you guys, I’ve read my fair share of fics about this song and though they were good they didn’t quite match my expectations. So to reflect that I’ve written one myself. I mean it was going to happen eventually anyway.^·^

Song Suggestion: Naturally Sweet Lies by EXO. Enjoy~

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The door slams behind Chanyeol as he left, the force behind it making you jump, blinking in utter shock. All your pent up tears beginning to fall carelessly down your face, the last words he spoke echoing in your brain, the venom in his voice dripping. “I can’t be that guy you want, (Y/N), I’m sorry!”

But that was just it…you wasn’t wanting much, you just wanted him to tell you he loved you back. Fuck even if it was another lie, another one of his false fabrications of the truth, it would’ve been better than being led on. The sweetest lies are sometimes better than the truth. Right?

You despise the mere thought, falling helplessly to the ground, covering your ears. You couldn’t stand to hear your thoughts, the sound of your own sorrow. The sound of the pain of being fooled by the one you thought loved you back.

You didn’t begin to register how long you’ve been on Chanyeol’s floor, angry at yourself, regretting every possible decision you ever made in your life. But when you look up, staring right into the eyes of the man who’d betrayed you, you knew it couldn’t of been any longer than five minutes.

Chanyeol’s passive face gave no hints as to why he came back, and frankly you didn’t care, it didn’t matter to you anymore, you were done. After this you realized you couldn’t stay with someone who couldn’t have the nerve to tell you the smallest truth of them all.

That he had never wanted you like you did him.

All the signs and not one did you see. How could you have been so stupid?

You look his way, feeling a strong pang in your chest at the way he looked at you. Just the way his eyes sharped in sympathy made you fume uncontrollably. Of all things in the world he had the fucking nerve to pity you, to feel sorry for what he couldn’t do? Of what he promised he’d try?

You shake your head in disbelief, tossing a dirty look at his judgemental eyes. Standing you ready your leave but before given the chance he ultimately stops you, reaching for your wrist. “(Y/N)…” You flinched, it was cruel how your name off his tongue sounded.

It was so broken.

So bitter.

No. There was nothing Chanyeol could say that will change anything so you didn’t understand why he was still trying. You were nothing to him, you knew that now. So why?

“Please….” Hearing his despreate plead just pissed you off more and you clenched your teeth, harshly yanking out of his grasp. It proved futile. “Don’t!” You bite, your voice shaken. You couldn’t even look at him.

You heard Chanyeol shift, turning you around, his hands gripping your shoulders. The tears that blurred your vision make him wince and he goes to hug you but you push at his chest. “I said don’t! Stop leading me on Chanyeol! I don’t want you anymore!”

It was sad that even you could hear the lies in your tone. The bittersweet truth of knowing that even you couldn’t lie to yourself. What possibly made you believe that you could him?

It was so fucked up, you wished he’d get over with it already and just push you away completely. What is possibly keeping him from ending this fantasy? Doesn’t he realize how much its hurting you both? It was fake, every word, every look, every touch, everything you thought you shared was fake. You didn’t understand!

“(Y/N) I can explain. Please just let me tell you what’s on my mind.” He says.

You didn’t even hesitate. “I don’t want your explanation, I want to leave. I never want to see you again. Why can’t you understand that! You’ve hurt me far more than you can repair!”

When you finally escape his grasp, you put some distance between you two. “I get it, okay, you wanted a slow burn relationship because of your past, I understood that, I fucking respected that, but,” you shake your head in disbelief, looking to the floor then back. “-but to this? The lying I got over, I hoped it’ll make you come to realize that you didn’t need to lie anymore but when I found out you were doing it out of spite of the truth….I couldn’t, okay. I mean, I loved you Chanyeol, not from the lies you spoke, but from the person you were underneath, even from just the littlest time we spent together, I fell for you, I did everything you asked, wanted. And I would’ve risked anything for you….But in the end….I couldn’t get you to see past it all to get even a ounce of your love in return?”

You paused, looking him straight in the face, your voice cracking from the tears. “Do you comprehend how that makes me feel? Do you? God I feel so betrayed Chanyeol. And it was because of you, the man I thought actually gave a damn made me feel this. I put my trust in you and you stabbed me in the back.”

Chanyeol winced at that but you don’t awknowladge it. You refused to. You look away once more.

“(Y/N), I wasn’t lying to you, I mean, I was but not as much as I was to myself. I’m a pretender, okay, I didn’t think this, that us, could ever happen. I didn’t think you could fall for someone like me, or if I could ever love again. Every lie I told you, to myself, was genuinely true but my feelings…my feelings were not. I was poisoning our minds I get that, but I couldn’t stop myself. Every chance I got I wanted to push you away, but I also didn’t. It was selfish. But it didn’t matter, nothing I did made it any better. I was too scared. I fell for you, (Y/N), I fell for you hard, I found I needed you in my life, but I also knew I didn’t deserve you, not after all I’ve done. I thought if I could just hide, keep telling my sweet lies, that maybe I could just drown completely within myself. But that too was cruel, cruel to you. I was already in far too deep.”

He pauses for breath, sighing defensively. “Don’t you see (Y/N)? I had to push you away, maybe not completely, but some. I had to keep lying because I couldn’t cope with how I truly felt. I was a coward that had to lie my way through our moments because I couldn’t handle the thought of you leaving me for hiding the truth in the first place. I didn’t want to see the pain it would’ve caused you.”

Chanyeol tries to move closer to you, to give you some sort of comfort, but you find yourself backing away. Your brows furrow. “How am I suppose to believe you, Chanyeol? All that has ever came out of your mouth were lies, what makes today’s words any different? How do I know that you’re not going to just keep lying if I were to forgive you? Don’t get me wrong, I want to believe you, I really do but…I just can’t. Not anymore. I’m sorry.”

You turn, your breath hitching in your chest. This was it, this is the end. Your limit. You didn’t know how much more of him you could handle before you actually start to believe his lies as though they were the truth.

You reach for the door, but Chanyeol was insistent. “(Y/N) please…just…”

Tears blurr your eyes once more, your voice vocally shuddering, but no matter how much you willed, you couldn’t seem to find the strength to leave. What was keeping you here!

Chanyeol hastily grabs you, turning you to face him, keeping your back pinned to the door. He cups you cheek, his fingers shaky against your skin. He felt almost scared to you.

“(Y/N), I-” It’s when he leans down to kiss you that you move. The look in his eyes is almost sincerely hurt but you can’t fall for his tricks again. “What do I have to do to get you to believe me, (Y/N)?”

“There is nothing that can fix this…fix us.” Chanyeol gasps. You swore you hear tears in his own voice when he pleads. “Please, don’t say-” “-We’re finished, Chanyeol.” “-No, please-!”

You slide out from between him and the wall, reaching for the door once more. Looking back over your shoulder, you mumble. “-You know out of all things I’m sorry about, the most is how I couldn’t be the girl that saves you.”

The silence between you two was unbearable but not as much as it was opening that door. It hurt like hell that he let you too, he actually let you leave without any struggle this time. And all you could do to stop your heart from breaking was to keep telling yourself that this was the right thing. That this will free you both from the binds of sorrow and pain.

But was that truly all? Why did all you could think to do was run back into his arms? Why’d you want him so bad after everything he’s done?

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

Abruptly you stop in your tracks.

You didn’t turn around. If you looked at him, at his sad face you knew you’d never be able to leave again. But did you even want to? You shake that thought. Of course you did, the pain he caused you cannot be forgotten.

When he realizes that you wasn’t going to face him he murmurs, his voice impossibly soft. “(Y/N), please will you just look at me.” It took everything to pretend you couldn’t hear him.

Chanyeol let’s out a low breath, turning you around despite your stubbornness. You looked up at him, brows furrowed, a plead stuck in your throat, but the words just wouldn’t seem to surface. You close your eyes, desperate not to show your tears.

Chanyeol tenses at the pain in your face.

He takes advantage of your silence and cups your cheeks in his hands, his height intriguing. What is he trying to achieve?

You open your mouth, having found your voice but like before Chanyeol cuts off your train of thought, lunging forward he kisses you. You gasped, your eyes widening in shock. Out of instinct you try to struggle away. But Chanyeol was stronger than you, his arms just tightening around your back.

When you successfully managed, you break his kiss, huffing. “Chanyeol, stop, this wo-!” But stubbornly he doesn’t listen and stops you short, kissing you even harder, guiding you back to the hallway wall. This wasn’t how you envision your first kiss with him to be.

He kept you pinned like last time, but this time when you tried to hit at his chest, he grabbed them, holding them too against the wall. He wasn’t giving you any chances.

Chanyeol pulls back, his voice soft. “I love you, (Y/N)…Please…please don’t leave me.” Chanyeol breaths lowly against your lips, slowly rejoining his to yours again just because.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart clenching at his words. For months you’ve been wanting to hear those simple words, and now that you have it takes your breath away, it almost makes you want to forgive him. To just throw this whole ridiculous fight behind you. But…

That shameful thought roams your brain and deep down you knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t be easily swayed by his last ditch effort to get the girl, but somehow for some stupid unknown reason your brain wasn’t registering that properly, especially when all you could think to do is react to his touch.

To kiss him back.

Essentially you fall limp, taking into consideration that maybe you were wrong. That you couldn’t possibly fight the man you love, no matter how much he’s hurt you. Call it gulible, call it stupid, call it whatever one shall like, it wouldn’t stop you from thinking any different. Not anymore.

Chanyeol separates from you, his lips lingering on yours a second longer than it should, both your breaths heavy from the loss of oxygen. “(Y/N)…please…say something, I can’t tell what you’re feeling.” When you don’t, he searches your eyes for answers. But you knew he wouldn’t find any.

Although when Chanyeol sighs, letting go of your wrist, his shoulders slumping in defeat, you think otherwise. “I see…” Still you tilt your head at his words, confused yourself. Cause what ever he found clearly wasn’t what you truly felt. Actually far from it.

The lump in your throat made it nearly impossible to get your words out so instead you spoke with your actions, pulling him back to your lips, arms encircling his neck, yanking him as close to you as you could.

This time it was Chanyeol’s turn to gasp, falling against you almost dangerously, luckily he catches his fall in the nick of time. You pull him harder against you at the cuteness of his lost composure, his lips clumsy against yours. It was strangely addicting.

“I lied,” you say, slightly pulling back. “I can’t leave, I can’t ever, not in a million years.” Chanyeol lowly groans at that, quickly leaning back in, taking back his lost dominance. And you honestly didn’t mind, you needed this, you chased for this affection for far too long. Just how could you have been so blind to his feelings.

The bolder he got, the quicker your heart races, the more you feel yourself fall for him. Chanyeol easily reconizes your desires, quickly taking action, trailing his mouth to your neck, pressing hot open-mouth kisses in his wake. “Ive told you the sweetest of lies….” You force out, your voice strained. “…The lie within a lie.”

He hums into your throat, “After everything you’ll still have me even when you’ve been cut this deeply?“ Chanyeol murmurs, his warm breath tickling your neck from where he speaks.

"Of course, the deeper the cut the more blood of my love that spills for you. I wouldn’t dare ask for anything less.”

Before you knew it Chanyeol was kissing you once more, but this time there was something more heavier in his actions then there was earlier. 

He holds your body to his tightly, kissing you in just the same amount of force his hands were you, guiding you both back to his studio, to finish what he couldn’t in front of eyes that pry.

Chanyeol locks the door naturally, you gigging the second his attention was back on you, your back quickly meeting the nearby wall once more.

“We shouldn’t have any interruptions in here.” Chanyeol groans in your ear, the tone of his husky voice chillingly seductive. Hastily he lifts you up into his arms, giving you no opportunity to escape. Not when he has you where he wants you.

You sigh blissful. Chanyeol’s mouth on your neck making you breathless of any thoughts, your voice just sounding out randomness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Personally I’d rather have you all to myself anyway.” You smile, gasping, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your skin mildly surprising. Chanyeol massages your thighs in his large hands, feeling the rising of goosebumps sprout from his gentle but teasing fingertips. Your noises of greed just driving him to higher heights, pushing himself harder against you, sandwiched by him and the wall.

You moaned, finding the source as to why. The simple realization makes your mind hazy, and you bite your lip, looking up at him with lustful eyes. He catches your eye, smirking, leaning in. His kiss doesn’t stop you though.

Reaching down you trail to the destination of his silent want. Chanyeol’s breath hitching in his chest, hands moving to your ass. “Just what is it that your hiding?” You say against his mouth, your lips curling up at the answer to your own question.

Wantonly you palm Chanyeol’s dick through his jeans, crazy at how unbelievably hard he was so early in the moment.

“Are you trying to start something you can’t finish, (Y/N)?” Chanyeol purrs, his pupils blown with desire. You watch as he licks his lips hungrily. Your heart skips. “Trust me there won’t be any stopping, you have my word.”

Chanyeol grinds against your teasing fingertips, removing a hand from your ass to unbutton his tight pants. You kiss him as he works, distracting somewhat, sliding your tongue past his awaiting lips. He groans, meeting your tongue with his own.

Once he releases himself from the confinements of his restraints, he slides his jeans down some, watching as you gladly stroke him. You made sure not to waste time. The feel of his cock in your small hand had you swarming in ecstasy, the hidden curiosity you’ve held no longer.

Chanyeol lowly moans, your sweet name passing his lips in the overwhelmness of your blunt actions. Never would he have guessed you to be so bold. So careless.

It didn’t take long of your stroking before Chanyeol was fighting the urge for more, breath uneven, his heartbeat erract against yours, his touch far beyond relaxed. “If you need release just fuck me already, why hold back?”

You let go of his cock, sliding your panties to the side, grabbing him again. Slowly you guide him to your wet sex, positioning each other, before you slide the tip into your pussy. You toss your head back.

Chanyeol gasps, taking lead, he pushes forward, you visibly wincing at the unfamiliarity. “Because I care for you, (Y/N), I’m reluctant that if I rush I’ll hurt you more than I have already.” You hiss when he bucks further in, filling you completely. “Fuck,” you curse.

“…” All words die in your throat the second Chanyeol begins. He squeezes you tightly to his body, giving you no time to adjust to his size as he fucks you against the wall. Lowly you moan his name, biting your lip, your fingers digging into his shirt. Into his skin. He just moans, enjoyingly.

His thrusts are deep and slow at first, giving you the pleasure of feeling every inch of him ease inside you, before speeding up.

Although it may be rough and fast now it was still very gentle, he cradles you with such tenderness it’s nearly impossible to think of such with his current movements below.

“I love you,” Chanyeol pants in your ear, trailing his lips to yours. Wantongly you kissed him back, a whine itched behind. You run your hand though his hair, lightly tugging at it.

“Ahhh, Channie! Yes!” You break the kiss, tossing your head back against the wall, your brows furrowed in pleasure, face warm. “You feel so good.” Chanyeol meets your drunken eyes, watching the flare of ecstasy burn within them the more he drives you closer and closer to pure bliss.

However even though it was greatly worth it the strain of the position was beginning to be too much for him. You’ve known him long enough to understand that, that his ability of stamina was scarcely thin. You’re actually quite surprised he lasted this long.

Abruptly you tighten your legs around him, forcing him to stop. Chanyeol looks at you questioning. You smile, reaching up, you stroke his cheek, watching the beads of sweat begin to roll down his face. “Wha-?!” His words silence, your lips on his.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, baby?” You murmur, quietly. It took Chanyeol a second to register why the sudden request but overall he nods. You beam joyful.

Like promised he lets you down, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He kisses you once more. You chuckled, and when he pulls back you grip his shirt, yanking him in the direction of his bedroom.

Only when it comes in sight do you begin to peel your clothes off, throwing them carelessly across the floor. Chanyeol follows suit, practically ripping his own off, the need for you back on his cock strongly influencing.

Only when your both are naked does Chanyeol come back to you, pressing your bareness to his own. You moaned, your skin tingling at the longing contact. It was almost embarrassing really, you figured he’d look like a god, but you, on the other hand didn’t think yourself so fabulous.

Chanyeol seems to have caught your troubling thoughts, for he hastily kisses you, holding the curve of your back as he carefully leads you back onto the bed. It’s clever, his distractions.

Comfortable he pulls back, a small smile framing his lips. You smiled back nervously, slowly losing that confidence you held so high earlier. You guessed because this was the first time he’s ever seen you this vulnerable. And before you wasn’t nearly this exposed.

Chanyeol merely throws those worries aside, leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss to your jaw. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N), don’t let anyone think or say otherwise, even yourself.” You didn’t get a chance to answer for he begins traveling further down. You whined surprised. “Every part of your being is beautiful.”

At your neck he kisses with his tongue, leaving a wet trail. Lightly he sucks, creating a small hickey. You stretch you neck back farther, his touch at that part driving you seemingly crazy with desire. Your neck…“ He murmurs, leaving one last kiss to your collarbone before venturing farther, sliding his hand up your side, his lips meeting in the middle. "Your breast…”

You whine, back arching into his touch, into his lips that lightly peck at your breast. Surprisingly he couldn’t hear your heartbeat with how close he was because you’re sure it’s beating awfully rapid.

Chanyeol grins against your skin. You shiver, having felt his tongue all of a sudden, your toes curling up into the bed sheets from the excitement. Chanyeol hums throaty, squeezing your tit, softly taking your nipple into his mouth. You gasped. He swirls his tongue around it. When he uses his teeth, you begin to feel yourself about to lose it.

Chanyeol works diligently, lightly flicking his tongue across the hardened nub, before giving the other the same treatment. You mewl, carding your fingers through his hair, the other digged into his shoulder.

Your breathing picks up when he continues downwards, your eyes meeting his once he reaches your belly. “Your stomach…” He says, your brows furrowing, god he doesn’t stop there. You think fearful.

He’s kissing down your thighs, only then does his movements hault. Your breath hitches in your chest at the seductive look he throws you, one that gives far more than he probably liked to admit.

“Your pussy.” He smirks wide, placing a hand on your hip, the other behind your thigh. You swallow, knowing all too well what he was aiming to do next. And when he leans forward, you got proven right, his name gorgeously slipping from your lips.

Chanyeol presses his tongue flat against you, a gruff moan heard from him, his hands tightening. He eagerly licks up both his and your wetness, digging the tip of his tongue into your slit before sliding back up to your clit.

Chanyeol sucks at the sensitive nub, your voice coming out in pants, your hips itching to rise up against his face but the hand on your hip doesn’t allow you too. It was teasingly selfish.

You groan, the tone of your voice hoarse. “Fuck, Chanyeol, why does your tongue have to feel so good too?” He chuckled, sloppily licking at your clit, feeling you jerk with every swipe he delivered.

He ran his hands across the parts of your body he holds, squeezing, his nails digging into the tender flesh when he feels your squirming intensify. Gently he scrapes his teeth against your clit, welcoming the exact reaction he was looking for. You cry noisily, your breath unevenly ragged. “Oh god!!”

Chanyeol chuckles against you, moving back down to your soaked hole, sucking up the wetness you’ve leaked out, hungrily laping up your escaped sweetness. You tremble knowing he was savoring every drop that hits his tongue.

Your hips roll into his mouth, pleasure overwhelming your senses before you could stop yourself. He took your movements as a compliment, fucking your slit with his tongue.

You watch him as he eats you out, drunk off the lust that gleamed in his eyes. And with a pop he pulls back, sliding his fingers into his current place instead. You gasped, feeling the two fingers he enters into you, his tongue back on your clit.

Your voice becomes incoherent the faster he pumps his fingers into you, curling them to strike that sweet spot within. And when he does you cried out loudly, your hips unconsciously lifting, but Chanyeol was there to hold them down, sucking you harder, watching your disheaved self come undone. “AHHHH, Chanyeol! I’m so close!” Hearing this he gives you one last pump with his fingers, driving them impossibly deep, before pulling them out. You shivered, greatly unpleased.

With one final suck Chanyeol too removes his mouth. He sits up. You watch him in awe at the way he licks his lips, even more fixated at the way he slowly and very sensually wipes his mouth. There was no words to describe how rude it was.

You lift yourself. Reaching forward you grab your man, your lips sliding helplessly to his. You wanted to taste him, taste yourself. He chuckles, climbing over you, your back meeting the bed again.

“You’re all I want, (Y/N), that’s the truth.” he mumbles in your ear. You agree, instantly feeling him slide himself into you. You moaned blissful, catching his loving gaze. He doesn’t even hesitate and just fills you completely in one thrust, your walls accustomed to him from the first time.

Chanyeol presses his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue past your lips, his grunts of pleasure flowing from him to you when he finally starts to move.

He eases his hips into your cunt at a slow pace at first. And you sighed, the fullness of his cock ten times better in comparison then his fingers had. Every thrust hits all your sweet spots, he hits spots you didn’t even know existed. And with every passing second takes hold of your senses, throwing you in a fit of pure rapture. Never have you felt so wonderful.

Your arms come around his back, your fingertips feeling every muscle flex and twitch every time he buries himself into you. You spread your legs further, feeling him drive himself even deeper into you and it makes you mewl, bitting your swollen lips.

He pants, picking up speed, the bed beginning to creek slightly from the intense movement. It was music to your ears, every sound, his pants, your moans, the slapping of slick skin, even the light bump of the head board hitting the wall. Its was heaven to you.

Chanyeol squeezes his eyes shut, his voice vocally noisy, every pass of your name that leaves his lips gets more and more sloppy, the intense pleasure of you igniting his insides making his own speech incoherent.

You slide your hands across his body, tracing every definition of his skin, every beautiful muscle. Gentle you rake your nails down his front, his nipples, his abdomen. Eventually your trailing your hands up, behind his ears, to the nape of his neck. He meets your half-lidded eyes with his own, moving into the gentle touch of your fingertips that slide across his cheek.

You smile, “I love you, Chanyeol.” He seemed taken aback by the sudden confession, but quickly softens. He matches your smile, rejoing your lips, your breath flowing into him.

Fueled with your words, Chanyeol fucks you harder, quicker, the ache to express every ounce of his love to you in return endearingly powerful. And you made sure to understand every bit of it.

Your pussy takes every deep, rough trust he had to give. Every drop of pre-cum his cock releases your cunt wantongly mingles it with your own. You take him like he was meant to be there, inside you. 

“Fuck, (Y/N), your pussy is so tight.” You groan at that, dragging your nails down his back, needing him more inside than you ever would’ve thought possible. You didn’t ever wish this to end. Not ever.

Your body says otherwise however, the tightness gripping the pit of your belly and it makes you jerk, your pussy getting even wetter. “Holy shit!” Chanyeol curses, feeling your body tighten around him. “I’m so close baby, you’re going to make me cum.” Chanyeol moves faster at your honesty, aiming for that spot he knows will make you explode with pleasure.

You reach down between you, placing your fingers on your clit. Just the touch had your head dizzy and swarming in ecstasy, your closed eyelids fading white the more Chanyeol nears you to your golden peak. He leans down on his elbows, carding his fingers through your hair, kissing your neck, leaving love bites and hickeys. “Come for me baby girl, let me witness what no one else can.”

Just his voice has you nearly cumming, the sound so deep and husky in your ear, along with his amazing cock was enough to take you there. But with one final thrust Chanyeol was the one cumming. Not being able to hold out as long as he thought. “Fuck!” He gasps, dragging out the word loudly, his body trembling as he spills his cum inside you.

He pants out of breath but despite it he kept moving, making sure you come as well. And with just a couple flicks of your wrist you too are cumming with him, his name heard bouncing off the bedroom walls. He hissed when your walls tighten around his sensitive dick but he doesn’t pull out, he wants to feel your spasming orgasm. Actually he needs it.

Chanyeol watches your expression, turned on even more at the sexy look of your release, the sound of his name in that matter he never thought he’d hear gorgeously slipping from your lips. When you stop spasming he starts to move but you stop him, your body still too overly sensitive. You just grab him keeping him in place until you rise down a little more from your high.

He understands, carefully pulling you close to his chest, slowly lifting you up into his lap, his cock still rested inside you. You hum, laying you head on his shoulder, beads of sweat rolling down your head and onto him. Not that he minded you both were pretty sticky already with sweat anyway.

It’s when things start to calm down, and you both begin to relax does Chanyeol lowly speak. You expected him to express how happy he was that you stayed but instead you got something completely opposite.

“I love you…” He suddenly whispers in your ear, tears visably laced in his voice. You lean up, shocked by the frantic change in his attitude.

You open your mouth, worried, you mean to ask why he was so sad but he hugs you tigher, not letting you utter a single breath. Continuously he repeats himself, telling you how much he loves you. Only after hearing his tears do you realize why.

He’s scared.

He’s scared because he had almost lost you. He almost lost the women he loved because he wasn’t strong enough to stop himself from lying. The realization makes tears well up in your own eyes but the ones that fall are not sad but happy.

You’re happy…because you knew the words he speaks are genuinely honest. Silently you bury your face in his neck, holding him just as tight. You’d think about the consciquenses later, but right now all you wanted to do was stay in his arms and hold him. To listen to every single ‘I love you’ he’s had pent up until today.

And no matter how long it takes you’d be here for him, now and forever.

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Sweet Lies…is coming!!!

Hey guys, I know it’s been a while since I posted my own work on here and as a writer and owner of this blog that’s disgraceful but I promise that that will be changing soon. My new book Sweet Lies is nearly complete. And yes I’m aware that it’s shameful that I’ve been working on this book for months but this is my fav EXO song and I want to do it justice. (I mean c'mon it was written by Chanyeol). So hopefully just a little longer. I still have plenty other unfinished and some new fics I wish to write also- even some request by you guys and some not- so if anyone was thinking I was on hiatus from writing I wasn’t. Lastly I’m still taking request so if you want something in particular I will eagerly write them for you^^

Thank you so much guys for being patient, it’s greatly appreciated. I love you all❤~

--Admin SCYO~ Happy Reading~!!!

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A White Wedding - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 2,124

Warnings: smut, romance, blow jobs, wedding fic, fluff

Summery: It was a white wedding, indeed, but not like the one you imagined. It was better.

…

You look taken aback at the mirror, everlasting joy radiating around you as you go over your appearance once more. Absentmidedly smoothing out your dress of any wrinkles that might have formed. You gap breathlessly, there was just no words to express the thoughts that itched to fall off your tongue.

“Wow…you look stunning, (Y/N).” You follow your friend’s voice beside you through the mirror. Letting out a gleeful sigh, you exclaim. “I know…isn’t it amazing? I can’t believe this is happening, its seems so unreal.”

You turn to face her, grasping the side of your dress as you step down from the stool below you. “But it is happening,” she takes your hands in hers “-in just 30 minutes you’ll no longer be (Y/N) (Y/L/N) but rather (Y/N) Park.” She lets out a daydreamed breath. “The thought right? You’ll be the luckiest girl alive no doubt. Aish I’m so jealous.”

A big smile spreads across your face at the mere thought, your heart clenching from the over excitement. You pray this not to be a dream.

“Will you be alright?” Your friend suddenly asks. “Its just the others need my help. I can literally hear them from the other room.”

You smile, nodding “No, yeah go on.”

“I’ll see you at the isle?” She confirmed.

“Yep!” You give her one last hug, thanking her for helping with your dress.

It was quiet when she left, beside the distant chattering of all the guest downstairs. You breath deeply, once more checking your appearance, excessively making sure you were wedding ready. You didn’t want to fail your future husband.

You do a twirl, giggling as the long gown spins around you in thick waves, your heels heard on the tile floor. When you stopped you glanced up.

You gasp shocked, hands immediately covering your mouth. “Chanyeol!” You shriek.

Said person merely smiled, the grin of his he always had when he seen something that really interested him. You wouldn’t say this was one of those times.

Chanyeol walks your way, but you back away. “Chanyeol, you can’t see me, its bad luck!” Hurriedly you try to find a place to hide but no matter where you looked you couldn’t find one. Shit!

Frantically you hopped into the bed, hiding yourself with the blankets. “Chanyeol what are you thinking!?”

Your fiance just chuckles deeply, “I’m thinking of how gorgeous my bride looks right now. Cause fuck.”

“That’s not what I meant! Now go there’s still time!”

Chanyeol shakes his head, “But I just got here.”

“That’s the point!” You worry.

You stare up at your fiance fearfully as he stands before you, nearly taken aback at how handsome he looked in that tuxedo. It was oddly satisfying, the thought of just taking it off of him. You shake your head internally, no you mustn’t get distracted!

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave if I get a kiss. Simple enough.” The question catches you off guard to say the least. Shamelessly you consider it, but the fishy feeling made the decision a lot harder than it should. Chanyeol usually doesn’t give in so easily. No matter the circumstances. What’s he plotting?

You scoff, testing the waters “Don’t be a baby.”

“Please? I promise to leave after I’m done.” He pleads, childishly. Why’d you have to marry the cute ones?

Slowly you find yourself slipping out of the bed, moving toward your fiance, watching his every move just in case this was a trick. “One kiss, alright?” He nods, hands behind his back. You didn’t question it but something definitely felt off.

You rest your hands on his arms, leaning up on your tip toes, Chanyeol leans down to your height before his lips meet yours. It was gentle and slow, just how you liked it. He made your knees weak by the mere touch, your head swarming of all the decisions you’ve every made.

Just when it was starting to get to you, Chanyeol backs away, looking at you with dark eyes, seemingly seeking something else.

You were almost worried when your voice strained, inquiring. “There you got your kiss, now keep your promise.” He throws that look of consent, like he was actually going to do as he was told. But then he pulls you to his chest. You squeak surprised. “I said when I was done. And well…I’m far from that.”

You fucking knew it. It was way too good to be true. Chanyeol holds you tighter, his lips quickly tracing your jaw, a low noise escaping his throat. He hums, traveling further down. “Hmm, I waited your week, and you said on our wedding day I can have you all I’d like. Well baby what you didn’t say…was when.”

This makes your eyes widen, the exhilarating thought of fucking before the wedding both frightening you and turning you on. Just how could you have let this happen?! This whole time he had this planned! How did you not see it?

Your thoughts vanish as Chanyeol’s fingers dig into the curve of your arched back, his lips kissing every inch of your throat, his other hand at the nape of your neck. “Baby you don’t know how much I’ve wanted you…but this, oh this is so much better. The thought never tasted so sweet.” Chanyeol groans, his deep voice husky at your shoulder, it sends chills down your whole being.

You swallow deeply, your voice low. “God this is wrong,” Chanyeol acknowledges your fear but doesn’t entirely believe your words as he also notices the excitement hidden beneath.

To further prove his point he kisses you more feverly, sliding his tongue past your lips, a low moan erupting from you as his tongue met yours. It wasn’t fair how easily he could get you under his spell, making you crave him without needing your say so.

Helplessly you give into his charms, eagerly begging for more, arms around his neck, roughly pulling him down harder against your mouth. Your held back moans springing free.

Never had you realized how much you needed this- needed him. Your now regretting having waited a week because fuck how could you wait for this?

Chanyeol pulls back first, gasping for air, his dark eyes swarmed with the unsatisfied tension you’ve bestowed upon him. It was fucking breathtaking. You wanted to see more. It was you who leaned back in, doing just that. You didn’t want to ever stop.

Unconsciously your fiance walks you back to the bed, your kiss splitting when you lose your footing and fall atop of it. You giggle, fighting the dress to get on your knees, quickly reaching forward, pulling Chanyeol toward you by his belt loops. He chuckles, “I love seeing you all fired up, baby.”

You bite your lip, fumbling with his belt, “Yeah? Well I never should have waited, it was the stupidest decision I’ve ever made. You can run it in later.”

Chanyeol is quick to disagree. “I don’t know about that, I think I’m starting to like this side of you.”

You wouldn’t think so. This isn’t you, this was just your lust taking over.

Having finally undid his trousers you slide down his boxers, grabbing a hold of his dick. He watches you intently, awaiting. Gingerly you stroke him, moaning throaty at how hard he’d gotten. Although it never took him much to get up. Especially with you.

Chanyeol loudly gasps, a surprised “oh shit” falling from his tongue when you take him into your mouth. Slowly you glide your tongue up and down his cock, licking from balls to tip, hearing the intoxicating noises from above you, instructing that he craved more. 

You take his invitation, wrapping your lips completely around him, bobbing your head. He holds the side of your head, his own thrown back in the ecstasy that was engulfing him. You take his plead and suck him off at a quicker pace, your fingers digging into his thighs to hold yourself steady.

You moaned, “Fuck, (Y/N),” as he yanked at your hair. He pushes you further down his cock, his voice vocally loudly as you wantonly took him down your throat effortlessly, only lightly gagging, your lipstick smearing.

“God, you don’t realize how fucking sexy you are, taking my cock like this in your wedding gown.” He compliments, pulling you off his dick, giving you a moment of breath. You smile, Chanyeol leaning down to kiss you. You whined at his boldness, loving the fact that he didn’t care his dick was just there.

Chanyeol lifts you up slightly, guiding you on your back. He towers above you, conquering your mouth with his own. When he separated from you, your eyes follow his every move as he scurres through the layers of frill, you giggling. It was cute that he was struggling to find your pussy.

Gladly enough he gets through, gasping at what lied underneath. It makes him growl lowly, his hands running up your legs.

Chanyeol looks down at you hungrily. “Holy fuck! You know how much I love seeing you in stockings.” You lean up, running your hand through his hair, “I just know my baby well.” He beams at your answer, kissing you, yanking you forward atop his lap. 

You purr, feeling him rub his cock against your barness, thrusting up slowly sliding himself across your clit. You tossed your head back, his name helplessly falling off your tongue.

He watches you, turned on further at your pleasure filled looks. He makes sure to tell you too, sliding his cock more and more against you. Chanyeol burying his face in your neck, suckling at your skin, shuttering as your pussy drives him over the edge.

He gradually traces his hands up your thighs next, sliding his fingers through the straps of your garter belt, before squeezing your ass. “Ahhh, Chanyeol!” You whined, him biting you.

Your fiance couldn’t wait anymore as he hastily enters you, you both drowned in the ecstasy. “More, baby please.” You plead, his cock inside you not enough, you needed him to move, to give you the satisfaction you both been yearning for.

Chanyeol obliged, he didn’t go slow, he was already in too deep from waiting. Slow just couldn’t quench the burning desire he had within. You honestly couldn’t careless yourself, you needed this so badly, you needed his breath on your skin, his lips on yours, his cock endlessly rubbing across your tightened walls until you grew sore. 

Chanyeol holds you impossibly close, meeting your gaze as he slowly fucks you. You smile, tilting your head, kissing him again, for as long as you could. Which happened to not be very long, for as Chanyeol’s hips picked up in pace, both your voices rising in volume. At this point you didn’t care if someone heard you. 

You close your eyes the more pleasure that washes over you, your body numbing from the intensness of the situation. His own quivering from straining to keep his rhythm, but from how long it’s been before you’ve had any intimacy, knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But that was okay. You want to believe he needed this more than you.

You cup your fiance’s face in your hands, meeting his lips. He gasps loudly, his body trembling as he reaches his desired end. You moan yourself, feeling him cum inside you, eagerly thankful that for once he reached satisfaction first.

Chanyeol pants against your lips, his breaths ragged and rough, sweaty forehead rested against yours. “I love you, (Y/N),” You smile, running your fingers through his hair.

Your mouth opens, ready to speak but someone else beats you to it. “(Y/N), its time, c'mon lets get you marr….!” Your friend immediately stopped short, seeing just what was going on. You and Chanyeol look her way, not even fazed by her sudden appearance.

She gasps, turning around. “I am so sorry, (Y/N), I-I didn’t know you was…uh were…you know.” You chuckle. “I was just coming to inform you that they’re ready for you. S-should I tell them to wait a little bit longer?”

A grin rises on Chanyeol’s face. “Yes, tell them the bride is getting her wedding gifts early. It’ll only take about another 20 minutes or so, okay?”

Frantically you see your friend nod, “Right,” Hastily she begins to walk out but Chanyeol adds. “Oh and close the door, we don’t need anymore interruptions, you understand right?” She doesn’t argue.

You look back to your fiance. “Will they wait though?”

“Baby, I’m paying for this wedding they better. Now I have 20 minutes to get my wife off, just how does she want it?”

You hum, “Surprise me.”

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 1,835

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Smut, Blow jobs, Dirty talk, PinkhairedYeol kink, Multiple positions, Rough Sex, Wall sex

Summary: Let’s just blame EXO’s new comeback.

Chanyeol’s groans increased in volume, his deep voice carrying throughout his little studio the faster you suck him off. The raspy call of your name as he yanks at your hair with rough fingers, a enticing moan chilling from you throat as you feel the rise of goosebumps on your skin.

Tears corner your closed eyes the farther he drove you down his length. The strength of his greedy touch just so cold and possessive. You fucking loved it. He was so hard too, you surprised yourself with how much you was able to actually take.

Eventually you had to free yourself from his extreme gasp to get some air, but not long enough to leave him unsatisfied. Teasingly you nibble at his dick, sucking at his tight balls, tracing the curve of the underside with the tip of your tongue.

You listen diligently to the background music that continues on, reminding you too well of just what got you like this. Of the punishment you were now giving Chanyeol. Frankly you think to him this was heaven, not discipline. It wasn't that it mattered, as long as you both were enjoying yourselves. You possibly more than him.

Only once do you glance up at your boyfriend through hooded eyes, the blue of his own meeting yours intently, seemingly looking past you to your very soul even through the contacts.

Chanyeol smiles wide, your plans changing drastically as he hastily pulls you away, up from his cock and meets those slick lips of yours personally. You smiled nonetheless against his mouth, your boyfriend’s arms pulling you tightly to his chest, the taste of himself on your tongue enforcing a moan from his lips.

The longer you stayed like this the more you felt his heavy heartbeat against your breast, the uneven raspy breaths across your neck when he pulled back for lost air.

Chanyeol’s lips easily finds all the right spots, littering your skin with his skilled wet tongue. Your eyes flutter close in the bliss. A short gasp escaped your throat when he begun to use his teeth instead, suckling at your pulse, marking your collarbones. Making sure every intention was known that you were his.

You bite your lip, your own heart racing to the excitement of his teasing. Before long you had to pull yourself back before things got too out of hand. At a loss of words you watch with anticipation as he grins far too sexily at your distraught.

You'd dissolve that smug look of his one way or another. You met his lustful gaze, eagerly proceeding to your prior actions. "Is it me or is my baby’s getting impatient?” You smile, planting light kisses up his bare thighs.

Chanyeol didn’t give in, but he didn’t have to, you knew first hand that the answer was undoubtedly yes. He couldn’t ever last long when you blew him. He gets too enveloped in the need to feel your tight pussy instead, to feel the light sheen of sweat against your rocking mingled bodies when he finally gets to fuck you.

You moaned at the thought, taking him back into your longing mouth, feeling Chanyeol immediately fuck your throat, holding your head down with no escape in sight. It didn’t bother you any, you secretly chased this, you rode to feel the burn of his cock when he goes too far. The pulse it makes when he reaches unfamiliar grounds.

Your lay your attention upon the tip once he let go, bobbing your head slow and unforgiving but not enough to actually get him off. You wasn't ready.

Gradually your movements quicken by time, cheeks hollowing, your tongue focusing only on what you desired. You were fuled by the feeling of Chanyeol quivering beneath you.

As expected your boyfriend’s noises grew, his loud groans and moans for release so unbearingly close yet so far.

Never in your life was you a selfish person so you wasn’t about to leave him hanging. In advance you quicken your movements, hearing your loving boyfriend cry out in fits of pleasure, the ‘oh gods’ and curses not once going unnoticed to you. Internally you smirked, it was far better than you imagined.

Your name is heard mixed in with his pleasured noises before he hastily yanks you away, over sensitive. It took you by surprise and when you look at him curious your breath nearly leaves your lungs at the sight.

Satisfaction framed his gorgeous face but you didn't taste any cum. It takes a second or so to finally kick in. “An orgasm but not a climax.” You smiled. Leaning back down, you lick stripes up his cock. “I’m just that good?”

Your boyfriend didn’t answer but he does pull you forward, placing you in his needy lap, rightfully where you belonged. No struggle was needed. You giggled circling your arms around his neck. “Let me guess, none of your past girlfriends could do that? Hence the suddeness of your actions?” The hint of jealousy and pride was so easily heard in your low voice as you sexily whispered it into Chanyeol’s ear.

Your boyfriend digs his fingers into your hips, groaning hoarsly into your hair, his cock beneath your pussy just dying to fuck your brains out already. “Damn straight,” He hisses, “-you’ve been the best I had…so far.” He chuckles darkly.

You gasp, so far! You push him on his back, “I will always be the best Channie,” You lean to his level, carding your fingers through his hair, face buried in the crook of his neck. “You could never get a pussy better than mine.” Before he could answer you leaned back up, slowly grinding down against him, watching triumph as he throws his head back against the pillows. Clearly his sensitivity was still present.

Teasingly you glide your cunt across his cock, your own arousal making him even more slick and wet. Chanyeol hands quickly roam all across your body, squeezing your breast, playing with your hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His touch alone ignites your body, electing noisy cries of pleasure from your throat.

Chanyeol moves forward, wrapping his arms around your back, his lips descending upon your neck, whispering deeply into your ear, of all the dirty things he was going to do to you. His dark tone just makes you tremble for more.

Chanyeol traces up your spine slowly with gentle fingertips, dragging his nails so it sends chills throughout your body. He chuckles when you moaned his name, your fingers passing through his newly dyed hair, tugging at the pink locks when he squeezes your ass.

The moment you seen him, with his bubblegum hair you swear to god you had came right there. His group didn’t give you any early previews of their newest comeback, no matter if you was his girlfirend or not, so like everyone else you had to wait. But good thing for that, because the moment he walked through that door you were on him in a heartbeat.

The thoughts of earlier today flash before your closed eyes, but before they got too intimate Chanyeol disrupts them. You feel him aligning himself to your soaked core, sliding the tip inside. You helped the rest of the way, easing yourself down, both you and him moaning together in the intense pleasure of becoming one. Your rising voices seemingly in perfect sync.

Chanyeol held you to his body tighter, reminding you of how good you felt as he now was completely in you. It wasn’t no shocker, the only man you’ve ever fucked was him so natrually you’d accustom to him without any struggle.

Lost in the moment he instinctively bucks his hips up into you, it was unexpected so much that it makes you gasp in the mixture of pain and pleasure. Mostly pain. You still haven’t quite gotten used to his size yet, although from the many times he’s made love to you, you’re beginning to think you never will.

Your boyfriend realizes his mistake, slowly guiding you on your back instead. With the new comfortable position he starts a legitimate pace, the low mewls of bliss passing from your lips. Chanyeol’s own voice increases with every passing second, your need for more pushing him to fuck you harder, faster until there was nothing but your pleasure wrapped in a white haze.

You bite your lip, crying his name, head thrown back in the rapture your body was drowned in. Chanyeol gradually speeds up, too eager to please your inner fantasies, fishing every noise he could possibly muster out of you.

You watched his face as he makes love to you, the determined but enmursed in pleasure look that frames his strong features. Your reach for him, guiding him down to your lips, tasting his love for you with every breathless moment.

The longer he goes however the closer he gets to his edge. Of course he didn’t stop, he made sure your head spinned in ecstasy. That his name was heard for miles with every deep animalistic thrust he’d pound into you. God if you wasn’t so wrapped up in his rough touch you’d think his pace matched the music that was echoing throughout the studio. Or maybe he’s just got you that far gone that it seems that way.

You roll your hips against his pelvis, tightening your walls around his cock to add more pleasure for him, but lessen some of the weight of doing all the work himself. “God Channie…” Your pants of breath grow ragged and uneven, your vision blurry as your mind gets engrossed in the overwhelming feel of emotions.

The sounds of sex bounce off the walls of Chanyeol’s small studio, the song that plays on repeat just setting the erotic mood far more than you had originally thought. Of course it had to of if it could turn you on that much.

All of a sudden your thoughts shatter like glass around you when Chanyeol tightens up, your name loudly heard throughout the flat, overpowering even the music. You gasp loudly, watching your boyfriend’s intense orgasm, the warmth of his cum coating your wet walls.

You smiled, not entirely unsatisfied. At least you got to have him in the way you had fantasized.

Just when you was about to speak however, Chanyeol moves, picking you up from the bed. It took you by surprise, but not as much as it did when he slams you both against a nearby wall.

“Wha-” you began, but Chanyeol shushed you. “I’m far from done with you, baby.” He purrs, “I’m selfish when it comes to you but not to your pleasure.” Your heart beats erratic in your chest, “Now how many times exactly did you watch our music video?” He asks huskily, you shivering as you felt his cum dripping from your abused pussy, down your thighs.

You blink a couple times, thinking. “Three times…or maybe it was four, why?” You was almost scared of his reply. Chanyeol smirks. Without any warning he pistons his cock back into your pussy. You whined loudly, not expecting him to still be hard after just getting off.

He grunts.“Then that means I have two more times to find more appealing ways to get my baby off.” Your fingers dig into his shoulders.

Once again you are clouded in pleasure as Chanyeol roughly fucks you up the wall, his raspy voice at your ear. “You shouldn’t have jumped me baby, now no matter how much you scream, beg me to lessen I won’t, not until you can’t walk, can’t talk, until your pussy is sore and raw. I will make you regret your every decision.”

A grin rises on your lips. You couldn’t wait.

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Lost Time - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You), Original Character x Kim Jongin (Kai)

Words: 1,593

Warnings: Smut, Friends to lovers, Multiple Sex Positions, Implied Table Sex, I guess this would be like a foursome, I don’t even know.

Summery: Just four horny drunks seeking satisfaction. Preferably its just a blind date that gone so wrong in all the right ways.

…

You swallowed deeply, your heart beating erratically in your chest as you sit atop the man you’ve ultimately loved for years. The thought of how you got here even more so exhilarating.

“Ahhh….” Your eyes instantly follow the noises, the two beside you already going at it, their fingers tugging and pulling at each other’s clothing, desperate. The urge to get free.

This was your friends idea, which honestly if you had said no you wouldnt be in this mess. You wouldn’t be atop of Chanyeol either. Clearly the latter was very much welcomed.

Frankly all you had asked for was a night out with your best friend, but instead you got suckered into a blind date. Yet it wasn’t a blind date at all, it just happened to be with your secret crush, who also happened to be her brother.

A few drinks somewhere led to one thing then another and before you knew it the four of you had gotten a little too drunk and found yourselves craving sex. More so your friend than you however. You didn’t deny it not for you agree so Chanyeol just helped himself. Of course it wasnt like you minded.

Now here you lay practically vulnerable as you let Chanyeol have his way with you. You suppose it was to be considered a one night stand afterwards, a drunken mistake that will undoubtedly be regretted later….but you didn’t think that at all. You wanted this, even if Chanyeol just thought of it as meaningless sex. One that will be forgotten by the morning.

You get thrown back into reality as Chanyeol kisses down your neck, his hands sprinting up your clothed sides, his touch surprisingly teasing. “C'mon (Y/N), don’t make my brother do all the work.” You tense at your best friends words, her voice strained and hoarse from her moans. Chanyeol stops what he was doing, throwing a dirty look at her. “Sis, worry about your own situation not ours.” She huffs going back to feverly kissing her boyfriend, Jongin.

“I won’t rush you (Y/N),” He murmurs up at you and you blink his words so sincere it makes your heart all a flutter, your cheeks warm from a incoming blush. Chanyeol cups your face, softly pulling you to his inviting soft lips. You had gasped, eyes falling shut as he eagerly pleases your feavered mind.

You melt helplessly into his affection, moaning as he tenderly pulls at your lips, sliding his tongue in all the right places against your mouth. Even restricting you of any words when he had pulled back to allow you some gesture of air. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, Chanyeol chuckling, buring his face in the softness of your neck once more. “You’re so adorable, princess.”

You shiver when he runs his tongue up the valley of your throat, kissing each area he seemed worthy. Your fingers dig into his broad shoulders, you pussy drenched from his every touch. “I though you were going to take your time?” You find yourself asking. He breaths in your sweet scent, his voice a low purr. “You sure don’t seem to mind.” You moaned, god it was true, you didn’t. 

The sounds of sex next to you only make you hornier, the harsh cries of pleasure, the rough breathing, the of the wet obscene sounds of one another driving you mad with lust. It was like you was watching a porno.

Jongin fucks your friend mercifully, it’s kind compaired to how it looked. His roughness made her scream, rocked the entire couch from their fast heavy weight. Oddly enough it just turned you on further, your own pussy begging to be owned by Chanyeol’s cock.

Chanyeol too must have had the same thoughts as he immediately moves, laying your back on the arm rest. He shamelessly smirks, reaching for your panties underneath your skirt. 

Without reluctance he removes them, rubbing your wet pussy with his skilled fingers. You whined, tossing your head back, his name about to slip off the tip of your tongue if you weren’t careful. Of all times you didnt want to risk jeopardizing the situation with your stubborn feelings.

Chanyeol proceeds in freeing himself of his restraints, replacing his fingers with his cock, rubbing his length to you slicken core. Eagerly he moves closer behind you, looking deep into your eyes as he slides himself into your welcoming tight cunt. Lost in each other’s gaze, Chanyeol makes sure to catch your every facial expression, the smile that grows upon your lips his most favorite.

Chanyeol starts slow, deeply buried, the low exotic moans that leave your lips keeping him going. “God (Y/N),” he groans, eyes closed in the euphoric pleasure that shrouded his every sense. You smiled, cupping his cheek, kissing him once more, the pace quickening the longer the kiss lasted.

Before long the couch rocked vigorously, the cries of both Chanyeol and Jongin’s name echoing the small apartment. Your friends voice louder than your own. Of course Jongin was also fucking her like there was no tomorrow while Chanyeol went shockingly at a gentle but fast pace. It was like he was savoring every passing second inside you.

Like he was actually longing for this.

You shake your head internally, now your just wishful thinking.

Chanyeol eventually moves again, guiding you on your hands and knees, rubbing his dick against your clit before entering. You howled his name, his cock going in far deeper than you thought your pussy could handle. He digs his nails into your hips, groaning huskily as he now fucks you hard and fast.

He pulls you back up against his chest, his hand coming up around your neck. With his face in your neck he moans and groans your name, breathing heavily as he drowns in the fact of how wet you’re becoming from just the simple action of slight breathplay.

“Fuck,” You hear him curse, his breath behind your ear sending you over the edge instantly.

And the closer you neared the louder you got, which also greatlt resulted in the faster Chanyeol fucked you. Your friend was no better as she literally screamed her head off in ecstasy.

Chanyeol reaches for you, flipping you on your back, plunging his cock back into you. You circled your arms around his neck, both meeting in the middle when your lips locked. The moans that emerge are nothing but pure satisfaction as you both near your ends. Chanyeol makes sure you get yours as he reaches down, between you, rubbing your clit.

With each stroke Chanyeol had you farther and farther gone, the fits of overwhelming pleasure blooming from within, cracking the surface before they finally break free. And whence they had you cried Chanyeol’s name, loudly enough you swore your voice would be sore by tomorrow. Said person merely gasps, the beautiful look that shadowed his face making your orgasm so much more flavorful.

Suddenly Chanyeol was pulling out, cumming all over your stomach. His heavy voice boomed in the small living room, his ragged breath greatly uneven as he rides out his own orgasm. Spent and satisfied he sighed, slumping down onto the floor beside you.

The silent was oddly soothing, just the steadying of everyone’s breathing was making you drowsy. Though it hadn’t lasted.

“Huh, that actually wasnt as bad as I thought. I gotta say though, I didn’t think you’d actually do it, (Y/N)” You lean you head up, glaring at your friend. Like she didn’t know how you felt. “You too little brother, you finally got her and here you thought it’ll be impossible.”

Both you and Chanyeol look at her then at each other. “Wait what does she mean?” You sit up, tossing your attention to Chanyeol.

“Yeah, well you see…” He chuckled nervously. It was his sister that finished for him. “My brother’s completely in love with you (Y/N), okay, I knew how you both felt so I hooked you up, otherwise if I hadn’t you’d both be yearning for each other for the rest of your lives.” She pauses, adding. “Good riddance too I’m sick of hearing him masturbating every night to you.”

She stands “C'mon Jongin let’s go fuck on the kitchen floor.” He nods, both leaving the room.

Alone now, Chanyeol too stands, tucking his softening dick back into his jeans. He removes his shirt, using it to clean you off. Only when he was done does he look up at you. “(Y/N)…I” He starts. You smiled, your lips cutting him off.

“Let’s not tell our sappy stories just yet.” You pull back running your fingers through his hair, pressing your forehead to his. “

He was at a loss of words you could tell, but overall he nods. "Agreed.”

“So…this isn’t a one night stand right?” You ask. He chuckles, almost in disbelief that you’d think that after what you both just did.

“Not at all, I want to see you every day starting today,” he pauses, “-but most of all I want to fuck you every day starting now. ”

“How romantic.” You tease.

“How about the table this time?” He inquires.

You nodded and Chanyeol picks you up from the couch, your legs circling his hips in a heartbeat. His lips find yours as he trudged to the kitchen. He easily bypasses his sister and her boyfriend, laying you on the dining table in the next room over.

You pull him closer to your lips, “Lets make up for lost time shall we?”

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Drink Up Some Fun - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You), Implied Jongdae (Chen) x Reader (You)

Words: 2,085

Warnings: Smut, Car Sex, Rough Sex, Choking kink, Drunk Sex, Jongdae being a complete drunk.

Summary: Just some steamy car sex with your boyfriend, but with two drunken idiots in the back.

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Patiently you wait at the bar for your boyfriend, sipping consistently at your glass, the rush of harsh liquor scorching your throat as it goes down. Any longer you had to wait though made you consider the facts that maybe he ditched you.

The more oh sit the more you ponder. Of just why Jongdae would even think to touch you in that manner. Was he just that drunk? You knew he went both way but c'mon you guys knew each other for years, the relationship you shared was nothing but platonic.

Of all people too, you would’ve thought Chanyeol to understand that, that you wouldn’t cheat on him, especially with that idiot…

Right?

You take another big drink, you really shouldn’t think too hard about it. The buzz was just making you worry more than you should.

“Hey there, little missh.” You look over towards the slurring voice next to you, only to scoff. You turn away not ready to deal with him. “What do you want?” You paused. “Oh you know what, I just remembered I don’t care.”

Jongdae huffs, resting his face on the cool marble of the bar. He turns his head in your direction. “Why sho meam? What’d I sdo to you.” You couldn’t believe your ears, did he seriously forget already. You don’t even bother bringing it back up. “This is all your fault, you know? I’m now resorted in sitting at a bar full of strangers because of some dipshit ran my boyfriend off.”

When you get no response you look over to notice Jongdae had fallen asleep. “Hey! Wake the fuck up!” You shake him, but he doesn’t move.

When all seemed pointless you gave up, he wasn’t your responsibility. Sighing you watch as the bartender walks over to you, looking at your drunk friend. “He won’t be driving home tonight. You his transportation?” You almost hated to admit that you knew this dumbass. You nodded.

He refills your glass, even though you hadn’t bought. “On the house.“ He says. You smile in thanks, taking a drink. “So I happen to notice that your boyfriend was acting weird tonight. I seen him out in the parking lot a while ago, seemed he had a little too many drinks.” This makes you perk up. “Really? I thought he left.”

The man looks at you shocked, “Um, with how drunk he was-” he chuckles, “-I sure hope not. I actually think he’s out in his car now.” You smiled, drinking down the rest of your shot before thanking the man.

“Come on Jongdae, let’s go home.” You urge, persistently shaking him awake. “Ugh why I’m having sho much slun. Haha I sound funckly.” You roll your eyes. “You’re sleeping how is that fun?” You didn’t expect a answer so you just wrap his arm around your shoulders, groaning as he was heavier than you thought. Stupid dead weight.

Luckily Chanyeol’s car wasn’t too far, and when you reach it your boyfriend gets out. Seeing his friend’s state he helps you. It was surprising to you honestly, you hadn’t thought he could walk. Given he had way more drinks than both of you combined. “Let’s just toss him in the back with Baekhyun, they need to make up anyway.“ Chanyeol points out.

When he was secured in the back, you walk around the front, leaning your back against the hood of your boyfriend’s car. You wasn’t nearly in the mood to head back yet.

Its when Chanyeol walks by that you reach for him, asking. “Why didn’t you come back in? I thought you left me.” He visibly hesitated, looking at you almost ashamed. “There was a problem, I couldn’t rightly take care of it around a bunch of people.”

You blink up at him, that last drink really hit you hard, especially if your vision was fuzzy. “Well did you?” Chanyeol shakes his head, “I couldn’t…not without you.” Before you could even think about his words he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp, feeling his arm pulling you close to his body, the other tangled in your loose fallen down hair.

There was so many thoughts roaming your brain but the liquor made it impossible to decipher just what they all were. The hands rested at his hips, dig into his skin when he slid his tongue past your lips, a low moan erupting from your lip-lock.

You wallow in the feel of him like this but like all the times before he ultimately pulls back. You stare up at him dazed, licking your lips. “Just what exactly was your problem?” You smile, already having a slight clue.

“Here I’ll show you.” He grins, lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the hood of his car. “After our dance there was nothing more I wanted then to fuck your brains out right here in this dark parking lot. Although then Jongdae came and just made it worse.” He moves in close, well closer. “Let’s just say jealousy and alcohol do not mix well.”

Your breath hitches in your chest when Chanyeol presses himself against you, the true reason behind his sudden absence. You had thought it started because of Jongdae but fuck nothing would have made you think this.

Your head got tossed back, Chanyeol’s name forced from your lips as he bucks his cock up against your wetten cunt.

Your arms hurriedly wrap around his neck, pulling him to your eager lips, your tongue quickly finding his own, the taste of different alcohol ignighting both your drunken senses. Chanyeol’s hands play and squeeze at your clothed breast, feeling your nipples harden with every gentle touch.

You hummed into his mouth, pressing him even harder against your mouth, the rush of pleasure overpowing your current state.

The more he dry humps you however the further you craved for him, but not out here. “Let’s go somewhere out of sight, baby, I don’t want a audience.” Chanyeol nods, helping you down off the car. He holds the door open for you to get in before walking to the other side.

No time was wasted with Chanyeol as he immediately pulls you in his lap, reclining his seat, but not far enough to hit the sleeping men behind. Well you hope their sleeping.

A rush of adrenaline coarses through your veins at the thought of getting caught. At the thought of being quiet and secretive. It was just so exhilarating.

Chanyeol moans rubbing himself up against your pussy, you matching his pace, the movements hiking up your skirt. Your fingers slide up the side of his face, tangling in his hair. Yanking at it when he grinds against you harder, a low broken whine heard when he suckles at your neck. It was the feel of his teeth that really has you crying in bliss, the pinch of every bite mark that lands upon your shoulders only turning you on further.

Chanyeol slides your shirt more off your shoulder, placing dark hickies in his wake. “Chanyeol…” You mewl, pressing yourself harder against his groin, anticipating the cock beneath your panties.

Chanyeol’s uneven breath is loud in your ear, whispering all of the dirty things he was thinking about when he was alone in his car, far before Baekhyun or you ever showed. It just ignights your desire, the ache to be fucked already .

You were mildly impressed that the alcohol didn’t affect his sex drive like it does most, although you could say the same with you. Never had you been so turned on.

Chanyeol soon begins to unbutton his jeans, the tightness just now growing unbearable.

While he was busy you kissed up his neck, creating your own marks before meeting his lips. You lightly pulled at his bottom lip, taking over completely, hazing his drunken mind like he did yours.

Reaching down you slide your panties over, pressing yourself down against his slick cockhead. Chanyeol grunts swiftly forcing the rest of his cock into you without any hesitation, both letting out your held in voices. Chanyeol cursing under his breath while you cried his name out loudly.

When Beakhyun moves in the back however you both stiffen. Worryingly you watch, making sure he doesn’t wake though when he throws his leg atop of Jongdae’s face, small snores coming out of his mouth, you knew you was good. Chanyeol covers your mouth with his hand when you snicker. “Quiet baby, you don’t want this night to get ruined do you?” You shake your head and Chanyeol grins, “Good.” He again thrusts up against you, stifling your moans.

Eventually he lets go, slamming your back to the steering wheel, fucking your pussy to the best of his ability in this position. You help, grinding against him, loving how good his dick felt inside you.

Both you stay in this position, rocking your bodies together before Chanyeol abruptly moves, laying you across the console. You hum, holding yourself up, moaning in sync with your boyfriend as he re-enters you, but this time he was able to move more freely, besides his head hitting the ceiling every now and again. Of course he was problaby too drunk or wrapped in the pleasure to even notice.

Your eyes close, the whiteness behind your eyelids spinning and erratic. You couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the pleasure. Guess it didn’t really matter.

Chanyeol forces his hips into you harder, so hard the car rocked from his roughness. You breathed his name, panting and sweaty, eager to reach your endless satisfaction. To watch Chanyeol’s face as you tighten so beautifully around his cock, the gasp of your name as he’s never felt anything like it.

Eventually the tone of your voices didn’t matter anymore, you both screamed in the pleasure of each other, not giving a damn if you woke the boys in the back.

You boyfriend, pants heavily the further he pleases you, droplets of sweat dripping down his face and neck. It was honestly one of the sexiest things you’ve ever witnessed. Chanyeol goes back to the other position however, announcing that he was getting close.

You followed, giggling, sitting back in his lap, moving yourself in time with him. Chanyeol places his hand lightly on your neck, trailing it to your hair but you stopped him, covering yours atop his instead.

He doesn’t question the sudden stop but when you force him to press even rougher he begins to understand. Chanyeol pulls you close. “You naughty girl, since when was you into chocking?” Lightly he squeezes harder, mesmerized as your brows knit in pure ecstasy.

“Its a guilty pleasure.” You finally breathe out. You’ve never told him because you knew that your boyfriend was sensitive about anything that could result in hurting you, and this certainly was no exception.

At the near edge you move against him faster, your orgasm creeping up into you like wildfire. And when it hits you you scream Chanyeol’s name, your body trembling as you tighten almost painfully around his cock, your fingers digging harshly into his shoulders.

Before he got too absorbed in the feel of your orgasm he pulls out, removing his hand from your throat so he could stroke his cock the rest of the way. He groans noisily the closer he gets. Then finally when he reaches his satisfaction, he cums all over your pussy and his stomach.

You smiled, falling limp atop of his chest, both your heart beats irregularly fast.

Chanyeol after he semi catches his breath reaches behind you, turning the keys in the ignition before rolling down the fogged windows. You sigh in bliss when the cold air hits your weak sweaty body.

Finally cooling off Chanyeol moves up, your back landing back upon the steering wheel once more.

“Talk about kinky.” He chuckles exhausted, tracing the marks he made on your neck. A sloppy satisfied grin rises on your face. “That was new, but you really should’ve told me.” You rest your arms on his shoulders, tilting your head. “I couldn’t. I know you don’t like anything that can get me hurt.”

“I will do anything if it makes you this wild.” He smiles wide. You gasp. “Hey are you impling that I’m a boring lover?” He laughs, pressing light kisses to your nose and cheeks.

A smug smile itches on your lips when you speak. “I’m mean if that’s the case I could always just find me a new man,” You bluff. “Jongdae maybe?” Chanyeol huffs, shaking his head immediately. “Oh no, I don’t think so, you’re mine, whether you’re boring or not.”

“Really, Channie, fucking really.” You tried to push him away but he just wouldn’t budge.

He chuckles at your weak struggles. “God I love you so much.” He murmurs, kissing you squarely. You slump defeated, kissing him back.

He’s still not forgiven.

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

No Good-byes - By Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Mature

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 1,189

Warnings: Romance, Smut, Vanilla Sex, Shower Sex, Oneshot.

Summary: It’s Chanyeol’s last morning with you, what better way to start it off with some shower sex.

A/N: My first attempt at short smut, it’s definitely a lot different even for me.

Enjoy!!

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You stirred, stretching your arm out to cuddle closer to your boyfriend, what you expected was the warmth of his body, along with the slow sound of his deep breathing above you, but instead you grasp cold empty air. You groaned, forcing your eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of them, sitting upright. Yawing you stretch your back, moaning as the taught muscles began to loosen.

Awaking you smiled, the sound of the water entering your hearing. Of course you take no hesitation as you stand, trudging to your shared bathroom. The door was ajar so you help yourself, watching the gorgeous figure behind the steaming glass. Your eyes focus too carefully on Chanyeol’s hands as he washes himself. The long pause upon his dick makes you somewhat excited.

Stripping of your own clothing you join him. Chanyeol smiles, looking over towards your entry “Good morning, Jagiya.” You lay your head on his back, closing you eyes as the hot water soaks into your awoken bones. A moan is heard from you, hands instictively circle his waist, holding him, tempted to just fall back to sleep, now that he was in your arms. Naturally you knew that wasn’t possible so rather you say. “You should have woken me up.”

You press your lips to Chanyeol’s wet skin, running your hands up his chest. You knew this was the last you’ll see of him because of the new tour set tomorrow so you wanted to take advantage of it. The start however wasn’t the best since he hadn’t woken you up. “Do you have to go? Can’t you just stay?” You knew they were empty requests but that didn’t stop you. You just wanted to hear him say it so you felt better.

“I wish, I really do baby, but I can’t. You know that. Don’t worry, I’ll always come back to you.” You smile, see you already feel better. You slide your hands away from his chest resting them above his shoulders. On your tip toes, you gently kiss them. He turns around and you look up at him now, the spray splashing water pellets in your face. Chanyeol grins, bending down replacing your kisses with his own, those hands of his holding the side of your face.

You slide your own to his waist when he guides you to the wall beside you. The passion in his actions was so sincere it drives you mad with uncontrollable love for him. The wall against your back however wasn’t so pleasent as it causes shivers to quake throughout your blood, mixed moans heard escaping your locked lips.

Chanyeol holds you tightly against him, his kisses growing more fierce by the second, his dick that was pressed to your lower stomach hardening with the excitement to just take you right here. Which he does so in a heartbeat, giving into his urges, he lifts you up, legs automatically encircling his hips.

Your lips collide with each other in heats of passion, his mouth all over you, the noises of bliss pleasing to the ear as it brings your boyfriend to suck and bite on the sensitivity that is your neck.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Chanyeol breaths out, gliding his cock to your awaiting pussy. You sighed when he pushes forward, feeling your walls stretch to him, accepting his size as they only accommodate to him.

Chanyeol’s gentle and loving at first, making love to you against the shower wall before his hips began to grow sloppier and needy, quickening that once slow pace. You moaned his name, your fingers carding through his wet hair, leading him back to your lips. He slides his tongue through your inviting lips, igniting your body as he pleasures you with both his moving actions.

Your putty in his arms as you summit to his every thrust, your head thrown back in the desire to reach blissful satisfaction. Your body tightens the quicker Chanyeol strikes your sweet spot, your voice vocally loud when he got you gone in the euphoric world of ecstasy. He moans at your beautiful orgasm, the need of his life as you shout his name in such perfect rapture.

He pants heavily as the hot water heats him up but despite it all he keeps his current pace, attacking your tightened walls with his cock, eager to chase his own golden peak. You could feel the overstimulation of your climax the faster he thrusts his hips into you.

Chanyeol buries his fingers into your wetten hair, his breath against your cheek, the voice of his need so alluringly hot. You begged for his release, the gorgeous look of him crying your name so tempting. He does what you plead, pulling out of you. He let you down form your current position, stroking himself to completion, cumming on your stomach and the shower floor.

Chanyeol’s deep voice echos in the small apartment, and you smile overjoyed at his powerful orgasm. You had forced your gaze off of him, which is a lot more difficult than it sounds, to lean over and turn the shower temp down. Chanyeol instantly sighs greatly, the cold water seeping into his wornout muscles.

Only when he regains his senses does he help you out, wrapping a towel around your shaking shoulders. He drapes one around his hips soon after. “Let’s get dressed, Jagiya, it’s probably late so the other members will most likely have to come and get me.” You giggle nodding. It was true too.

Not nearly 5 minutes later do you hear the persistent knocks on the door. You smile, right on the dot. You heard your boyfriend’s voice, assumingly requesting to have just a couple more minutes. Your smile widens when you were proven right.

Chanyeol stands in the doorway, looking cute and adoring, words itching to fall from his lips but he’s hesitant. You feel the disappointed breath that leaves you, dreading the moment of his absence. He opens his mouth as to speak those pent up words but you walk over towards him, hugging him once more before his leave. “Don’t, please.” You plead, the rushing tears heard in your voice. “Don’t say goodbye, okay?”

He exhales, nodding with that look in his eye. “I’ll be back, (Y/N),” You beam, ‘And I’ll be here, waiting.’ Chanyeol holds you tightly, kissing you softly, his touch lingers for a second longer but you didn’t mind, because this wasn’t his last.

You put on the brightest smile possible when he pulls away. “I love you, Chanyeol. Have a safe trip.” “I will.” The understanding in his voice was clear and so meaningful it makes you think back on just how perfect your relationship was with him, despite the consistent time away.

With things settled he makes his way to the boys waiting in the other room. Not once does he look back and for that you were proud, he shouldn’t have stress about leaving you, it’ll interfere with his work and you couldn’t have that. He should know well enough that no matter what, you’d be here when he returns. With arms wide open.

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Wanna Play? - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 2,502

Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, Slight Voyeurism, Pool Table Sex, Dirty Talk.

Summary: Chanyeol means to teach you how to play pool but ends up a game atop of the table instead.

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You smile wide, eyes closed as you diligently listen to Chanyeol as he instructs you with your figuring, his warm breath at the back of your neck, somewhat distracting while he tries to teach you the right way of playing. It wasn't no wonder why you sucked, you had hardly been listening at first. Of course if Chanyeol wouldn't murmur in your ear with his deep panty dropping voice you might have actually be somewhat good at this game.

"See, Jagiya its not too difficult to catch on." You chuckle, rolling your eyes at his comment, "Yeah, coming from the man who could seemingly do anything once he set his mind to it." Chanyeol grins, throwing you his signature 'You bet I can.' look.

You look back to the table, sucking in a deep nervous breath. Your eyes sharpen, giving all your focus on the ball before you. Chanyeol helps in a way, you suppose, minus the fact of how close he was getting. Like this totally wasn't turning you on.

Swinging the stick forward with Chanyeol, you watch anticipated as the cue ball strikes the 2 ball into the side pocket. "Yes!!!" Chanyeol smiles gleeful, "See, what did I say, its all about concentration and strategy."

"Yeah, but a good 80 percent of that shot was your directories." You throw back, crossing your arms.

Chanyeol chuckles, "C'mon (Y/N), give yourself more credit, it was at least 60." You gasp shocked, "Now you're really overdoing it. I wasn't that good."

"When did I say you were good!?" Chanyeol snickers and you growl, "You're just mean, I'm trying, sorry not all of us can just look at a game and instantly be a expert."

He raises his hands. "Okay, okay, but still I want you to do one without me." You instantly pout when he mutters "If you can." under his breath. Yeah, you'll show him. Well...you think you will.

"Alright, but don't laugh if I miss horribly. My teacher took my training wheels off too early." Chanyeol grins, promising to help if you still don't grasp it. Yeah, he better.

You bend down, aiming the cue stick towards the 3 ball, hoping, if your angle is right, it'll land into the end pocket. You bit your lip, closing one eye before you strike the cue. You watch almost excited as the ball bounces off the side of the table, though when it doesn't hit the red ball like you wanted and pockets itself instead, your enthusiasm fades.

"See that?" You emphasis. "I really can't play this game." Chanyeol walks back over towards you. "Well, your body isn't angled right, for one, and your arms are too close."

He grabs the cue ball out of the pocket, placing it back on the table. "Allow me, the master, to show you, love." Naturally he just has to pick an area with a high chance of pocketing. Like he needed it, he can fucking pocket one when the ball is oddly angled with no chance of hitting. That's how damn good he is.

Back up against you, he places his hands on your hips, one sliding up your back, until both inevitiably meet your hands that hold the pool stick. Clearly he was going slow on purpose. Chanyeol turns his head, whispering. "Last time (Y/N), if I keep helping you the game will be over." You nodded, you will get better. Eventually.

Chanyeol leans more against you, his lips at your ear, that deep voice of his, soft and husky in your ear, as he instructs you his way of playing. You bite your lip, inwardly moaning at the closeness. God it was like silky velvet. Your pussy ached in desire, unconsciously moving back against his crotch for some tension release.

Instantly you hear Chanyeol's breath hitch, his hand slipping, pocketing the blue striped ball instead of the purple one like he originally wanted . You blink surprised, dumbfounded. "That wasn't me this time." You find yourself saying, almost ashamed by how turned on you was getting. And just by a simple game such as pool.

"Maybe I wouldn't have if someone wouldn't have moved at the last minute." You tense, thinking of a logical excuse.

"Don't blame me, my leg was getting numb from leaning down so long, what was I suppose to do? Leave it?" You cringe, "Yes," At least he believed it, you think.

"Anyway, you got one so go ahead and finish your turn so I can play." You just wanted to get off the subject. Chanyeol shakes his head, giving it back, "I'll pass, we both know if i play I will undoubtedly win, you just need more practice."

You don't even hesitate as you walk to the other side of the table. Safe now, you bend down, angling the pool stick to the 5 ball. Although your eyes focused more on Chanyeol's dick in his jeans then the balls in front of you. A blush suddenly creeps onto your face when you get caught staring.

You willed yourself to ignore the look in his eyes before you finally take your turn, one that took far longer than it should. You gasp as it actually pockets the 5 ball, yet when it takes the 8 ball with it, that smile of joy disappears.

Unpleased, you hand the stick back to Chanyeol. "Be my guest."  He chuckles at your cute struggles, following through. "You'll get the hang of it, baby." He tells you, pecking you on the cheek. You smile nervously, nodding, shifting uncomfortably.

Gathering the balls, Chanyeol reorganizes them, and breaks. You sigh, trying not to focus too hard on your boyfriend, especially when you should be trying to get better at his game. You whined, you really couldn't help it, he was just so sexy when he played, how could you not stare.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't realized Chanyeol missed. "What's wrong, Jagiya? He had asked worried. You snap out of your state, smiling. "Nothing, just thinking, is all." You could tell he didn't believe you fully but even so he still let it slide. "Alright." He exclaims.

Upon aiming for the orange striped ball, you take a deep breath, steadying your nerves. And surprisingly it was enough to pocket it. "Wow I actually did it? Nice two in a row." Chanyeol claps, praising you, "See, you're getting better already." Your boyfriend back hugs you, and your eyes widen as you could feel his dick pressed against your lower back. You wasn't nearly about to complain, but at the moment it didn't help you any as your pussy begs to be filled with it.

You move away, explaining that you better get back to your turn because you knew the other boys were wanting to join too. Its a excuse of course but he didn't have to know that. You catch the sly smirk on your boyfriend's face but think nothing of it.

When you start to take your next turn, Chanyeol walks over towards you, quickly grabbing your wrist, pulling the stick from your hand. You gasp when he turns you around, boxing you between him and the table. You look up, bewildered. "W-what are you doing, Chanyeol." You could feel your heartbeat speed in excitement. The adrenaline of having been caught.

He leans down, hands rested atop the pool railing. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're wanting to play something else other than pool." You don't respond and Chanyeol smirks. "If taken a guess, I'd personally say you want to play atop of this table, of course not with those toys but with mine." Your breath hitches in your throat, and you really couldn't deny it, hence why you find yourself nodding.

You feel Chanyeol smile pleased, his lips trailing across your jaw, until they find the beauty of your neck. "Thought so." You sigh blissfully, eyes closing as Chanyeol presses his lips to your erratic pulse, wrapping his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him. You moaned when you felt how hard he was getting from his own actions.

Chanyeol trails his mouth to yours, enjoying the way you instantly reacted, kissing him back, your arms circling his back. The desire didn't once go unnoticed and he moans into you, his fingers racing up your spine, giving you goosebumps. Your back arches, fingers digging into his sides as he runs his tongue across your parted lips, deviling further in to taste you.

Chanyeol grows harder by the second, his cock pulsing and throbbing against your clothed pussy in a need of release. Breathless and hazy Chanyeol moves his attention to your neck, kissing roughly as you whine for more. "Ahh, yes..." You breath out, moaning when he begins suckling, forming dark hickeys at the junction of your shoulder.

He hums, rocking his cock up against you, needing the friction more than ever. He pulls away from your neck, his lips hovering just above your ear. "You're so naughty, baby, getting turning on." He groans lowly, carding his fingers through your hair roughly, yanking it back. "Is this what you wanted, baby?" He purrs, bucking his cock hard across you.

You mewl, lifting your leg up around his thigh for a better feeling and god did it work. Chanyeol groans using his other hand to circle your leg, digging his fingers into the taught muscles. It didn't take him no time before he's lifting you up onto the table. You had gasped surprised but soon found yourself grinning as you were now leveled with him.

You circle his neck, pressing your lips to his ear, lightly nibbing at it. He moans, hands at your hips. "It is isn't?" He says. You smirk, maybe. "You wanted this, you craved the thought of getting fucked atop this table, didn't you? Nice a deep huh?" You whine at his tone, biting your lip. "Of course not until I get you gone, right, nothing but my name heard throughout this building from those beautiful lips of yours."

"Yes, baby...I don't want to see anything but white as you fuck me senseless." Chanyeol nods without reason, doing just that. He roughly pushes you down on your back, you moaning at his harshness. Leaning over you, he slides the pool balls away from your body, kissing you squarely, driving his tongue seemingly down your throat.

Your hands dig into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips. Chanyeol run his hand down your side, snaking it up your shirt where he squeezes your breast through your bra. You move into his touch, rocking your hips to his in the need of his cock already. Your boyfriend notices this too and is eager to fulfill your pleads.

Pulling away from you completely, Chanyeol hastily begins to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down a little bit, you watching anticipated as his cock bounces heavily when he got them where he wants. He is quick to pull you closer. Naturally he doesn't bother with removing your clothing and just pushes aside your panties, rubbing his cockhead between your soaked folds. You toss your head back, groaning noisy, lifting your hips for more.

You gasped beautifully when Chanyeol pushes forward, your walls stretching as he fills you. The first time entered is the most delicious, you could feel every inch of him as he accommodates you. You whine his name, needing him to move, your walls chasing the feel the friction.

Chanyeol takes your pleads into consideration, sliding his cock deep into your cunt, before pulling back to the tip. He makes sure to do it slow too, because he knows how much you savor the feeling of his cock rubbing against those tight walls of yours.

"Oh, god!" Whilst when he couldn't handle the slow pace he quickens himself, slamming into you with much fever and lust.

You cry in pleasure as he fucks you like you wanted, rough and hard. It makes your head spin in fits of ecstasy, your voice rising as he fucks you faster and faster, driving his cock deep into your cunt, striking spots you never knew existed. His name slips from your lips consistently, bringing Chanyeol to groan, rocking his hips quicker.

The pool table creaks at the force but you could careless, you needed this and god was it wondrous. Chanyeol knew exactly what spots to hit, what areas you liked grabbed as he pounds the fuck out of you, what words to make your orgasm rush.

"Fuck, (Y/N), your pussy always feels so good. So damn wet for me." You moan at his comment, yanking him down to your lips.

Its sloppy and wet but its Chanyeol's and that just makes it all the more flavorful. You comb your fingers through his hair, fisting the strands as he drives you crazy with both his mouth and cock. Soon enough your kiss splits as you cry out, your orgasm nearing. Chanyeol sees this and just picks up his pace, aiming for your sweet spot that'll undoubtedly get you off powerfully.

When your climax does reach you, you cry his name loudly, tossing you head back, your legs tighten around his waist, holding him there for dear life. Your fingers clawing at the table above your head. Chanyeol gasps, your tightening walls bringing him closer to his golden peak, fortunately you eased from your high in time for him to pull out. "Fuck! (Y/N)!" He pants, cumming all over you.

Calming, he puts himself together, pulling up his jeans. When you were able to think again, he helps you down. You shiver hotly as you feel his cum running down your legs. He makes a face and you smile, removing your panties, using that to clean it up. Its unsanitary, but so is fucking in public on a pool table.

"Sorry."

You giggle, "Its fine Chanyeol. I don't care about that." Once said you lean against his chest, tired and satisfied. "That was amazing we should...definitely do this more often."

Chanyeol pouts, wrapping his arms around you. "Aww that was my line."

...

Baekhyun presses his ear harder to the door, snickering as Jongdae attempted to push him away. "Aish, are they done already?" Baekhyun whines, Jongdae throws him a confused look. "You almost sound disappointed." "Well yeah, I bought this room for them for 2 hours and its only been 1 hour, talk about a waste of money." Jongdae laughs. "Really?"

Minseok creepes up to them, joining in. "What are we whispering about?" Both look towards the eldest. "Chanyeol's fucking his girlfriend in that room, we're simply..."guarding" it." Minseok smiles, "Oh?" He giggles, walking away. "I hope they know there's cameras in that room. If not...well the whole security crew will be on them in a matter of minutes."

Both Baekhyun and Jongdae eyes widen before they gasp. "Oh fuck." 

"Maybe they won't notice?" Jongdae suggests, nervously.

"Well I'm not going to be here to find out!" Baekhyun quickly states, already halfway down the hall.

Jongdae just grins. "So everything did work out? What a good idea."

He runs after Baekhyun, "Hey Baek, I just thought of something else!"

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

"I'll Never Let you go." - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 3,308

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Blow jobs, Dirty talk, Body worship, Slight orgasm denial, Multiple orgasms, Happy ending, Two shot.

Summary: Chanyeol like the good friend he was, confronts (Y/N) when he finds her crying in her room, but what they don’t expect is what happens next, and boy does it take them by surprise.

Part two to Make Up Sex (and then some). Requested by a lot of anticipated readers.

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You tremble as your tears continue, depressing as it looked they wouldn’t stop, it didn’t matter how many times you willed yourself. Never before have you been this hurt and for that it just makes the despair of your reality unfavorable. You hug your knees harder to your chest, screaming out your pain. It was almost too much to bare alone, but that was all you had- yourself. You had Chanyeol of course, your best friend, your brother, your love, although you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to tell him. How could you, especially in this state.

Suddenly your door swings opens, hitting the wall, knocking those thoughts right out the window. “(Y/N)! What’s wro-” You look up at the man before you, eyes red-rimmed with tears. Chanyeol visably winces at the look, brows knitted worriedly. “(Y/N)…” Your name off his tongue just sounded so perfect and it only made you cry harder.

“Chanyeol.” You whimper, pain lanced in the simple sentance.

In a heartbeat Chanyeol was by your side, reaching for you and you let him, you let him hold you, embrace you, if only this once. Because you knew deep down that this might be the last he ever touches you in this manner.

You wailed into his chest, fingers digging into his shirt. “(Y/N)?” Chanyeol murmurs, hugging you tightly, “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Please tell me?” You shake your head, not being able to bring a fraction of the truth to something so stupid. And it was stupid. C'mon you were torn over a dream. A figment of cruel reality.

“I-I can’t.” You finally force out, voice shaken with tears. “I just… can’t. Believe me I want nothing more than to tell you the truth but…” you trailed off, not being able to say the words. Chanyeol just pulls you closer at your struggle, his arms seemingly protective around your back. You let out a shuttering breath, inhaling his strong scent, the smell of his musky colonge and soup. It intoxicates your senses beyond belief. You would honestly drown in this scent for eternity.

Something felt just so right about this, the way his arms felt like heaven wrapped around you, the way they were strong but gentle, protective yet defensive. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was holding you far more delicately than a normal friend would, it was somewhat possessive.

Chanyeol buries his head in your neck, his breath making the hairs at the back of your neck stand on edge. Your fingers dig into his shirt harder, it was taking everything in your power not to lean your head to the side and kiss him. To just come out and express what you’ve been so shattered over. But rejection was something you didn’t take likely nor could you live with the thought of him feeling disgusted by you for feeling that way about him, when he so clearly doesn’t. So in the end you threw your desire out and just held him.

Chanyeol pulls himself back, and you meet his gaze, the thought of your pain seemingly lessing. “(Y/N)…” You almost was surpised when he speaks your name, there was something in his tone, something foreign, something you wished you knew. He smiles, wiping the tears that endlessly fall with the pad of his thumb. It was all innocent enough but you honestly thought there was more to his actions then a friendly gesture.

You lean into his touch, your heart warming as your lingering dream of him touching you like this surfaces. However this time it didn’t hurt, there was no throb in your chest, maybe because he was here with you. Not as lover but as a friend. You hated to say but you knew you couldn’t keep leeching onto him, not because of him but because of you. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all, maybe it was just the tender of this moment that makes you say that.

You open your mouth, as to tell him but he stops you short, pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. All in all it grabs you by surprise and you couldn’t catch the gasp of utter shock that erups from your throat. Nonetheless, you let your eyes fall shut, taking his invitation far too highly but that was alright, if this was a one time only thing, something that surfaced from the tender moment and will be regretted later then so be it. Cause right now you wanted to savor it for as long as it lets you.

However long ended up scarcely under a minute. Chanyeol pulls away slowly, the press of his lips against yours still lingering a tingling feeling. What you expected was him to lean in again, to tell you how much he wants you but what you got instead was his hastily aplogies. “Fuck I’m so sorry (Y/N), I-I don’t know what came over me. I really shouldn’t have done that, your hurting and I just took advantage of you. God I’m such a idiot!” You opened your mouth to tell him that that wasn’t it, that you liked it- liked him, but the words just wouldn’t come, they died the moment they landed on your tongue.

Chanyeol stands, infuriated by his unwelcomed behavior. He begins to walk away but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back. “Please don’t.” Your voice was so low and soft spoken you doubt he even heard you. Though when he glances at you, you began to think that maybe he had. You motion him to sit back down, and when he does you lean over towards him, returning the favor that he’d given you.

“Please shut up Chanyeol.” He doesn’t hesitate as he nods, you smile, pressing your lips back against his. You wanted to savor this moment one last time, only this once you didn’t care about the consequences later. Chanyeol passes his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips harder against yours, taking over. And you allowed it, you really let him. You desired that he do anything he wanted to you.

“You don’t believe how many times I’ve wanted this, dreamt this.” You relate to Chanyeol’s confession, panting as he slides his lips across your neck, tasting your need as your pulse races with everlasting joy. You turn your head, moaning aloud as he plants hickeys down your neck and shoulder, groaning at your sweetness.

Fuck, it felt so good, it clouded your head with overwhelming pleasure, your legs shaking from the adrenaline of excitement. You ask for more, begged for it, you dreamed he push you down and rightfully take what’s his. And after years of pent up frustration you knew he’d be delighted to.

You gasp softly, bitting your lip, running your hands through his hair, the other clawing at his shoulder as he works wonderful magic on your arousing body with his mouth. You moan his name, breathless. Only then does Chanyeol stop his actions. You look up at him when he pushes himself back, holding you by your shoulders. “(Y/N), I can’t,” He shakes his head. “-this is wrong, I’m taking advantage of you, this isn’t what you want.”

You couldn’t believe this, after everything he still was in denal of seeing your feelings. “But this is what I want, Chanyeol, for years I’ve wanted this, wanted you. I could never tell you because I couldn’t bear the thought of you rejecting me or worse thinking I’m disgusting. But don’t ever say I don’t want this, there is nothing in this world I crave more.” It was the truth, you really couldn’t. He looks at you perplexed but he doesn’t say anything so you take his silence to continue.

“I had a dream, a dream of us, we were fighting over something, something so ridiculous too and to make it up to you I went so far to show you just how much I cared,” It didn’t take a genius to figure out just what you had done and with the look on Chanyeol’s face you knew he caught your drift. “However, after we finished and I told you just how much I loved you, I woke up.” You sigh. “It didn’t hurt so much that it was a dream, but the fact that it felt so real. To be in your arms, to be kissed by you, to be touched by you, it was cruel, I couldn’t take the reality that it would never happen. That’s why I was down earlier, I can’t help my feelings for you Chanyeol, I can’t stop loving you, but most of all I can’t live with the thought of never having you to the extent I want. So no you’re not taking advantage of me, never will you take advantage of me, not with how long I chased this.”

Chanyeol cups your cheek, leaning in. He doesn’t say anything and that was fine by you because right now words don’t need to be spoken. All that needed to be heard was seen in his actions. Chanyeol holds you close, tasting your mouth as he slides his tongue past your parted lips, taking your breath right from under you. A moan erups from within, your mind glazing with unspeakable lust.

“Give me the pleasure to please you (Y/N), for real this time.” Chanyeol doesn’t even have to ask, he could demand for anything and you will follow along willingly. You nodded and Chanyeol smiles, leaning you down, towering above you, concurring your mouth as he takes dominance. You circle your arms around his neck, moving your lips along with his.

He curls his fingers around the curve of your back, scooting you up to the pillows at the head of the bed. Surprising your kiss didn’t break though when it does those lips that you love so much trace the line of your jaw, his hot pants of breath at the shell of your ear, driving you insane. Chanyeol slides a hand down your side, kneading your breast, your thighs, nibbling at your earlobe, enforcing blissful cries of his name to awake from within. And the way he was touching you now was far better than any dream, no imagination can come close to comparison to how good this really feels.

You trail your hands down Chanyeol’s back, underneath his shirt, your cold hands upon his bare warm chest sending shivers of sparking pleasure throughout his body, igniting his arousal below. Nails gently rake down his nipples to his abdomen, your fingertips tracing the constricting muscles that lie there. He groans throaty, relishing in the wake of your encouraging touch.

It was Chanyeol’s turn soon enough, as he lifts your shirt up, venturing his lips across your belly, kissing you in spots you didn’t know could be kissed. He interlocks his fingers with yours, holding them close to your side, using his teeth when he nibbles at your hips, delighted as you squirm beneath him. Your breath hitches when he drags his tongue across your sensitive skin, inside your navel, across your ribs, against your peaking breast. Your hands tighten around his own, eager for more.

He hums in your chest, scattering wet butterfly-kisses up across your neck, electing the beautiful sounds that leave your lips because of him. He meets them with his own soon enough, breathing in your gasps and whimpers.

Chanyeol guides you up, running his palms beneath your shirt, over your breast, before he’s rising it above your head, your kiss splitting instantly when he had. He tosses it across the bedroom half-heartly, landing his mouth upon the bareness of your shoulders, leading you back down on your back. He scurries his tongue over your breast, down your stomach. He plants love bites and wet kisses all across your body, until he reaches his destination.

With the button unpoped he reachs for the hem of your jeans, slowly ridding of them. You easily comply, lifting your butt, rocking your hips side to side as he completely removes them. Chanyeol smiles at your willingness. “Your so beautiful, (Y/N).” He compliments.

Getting up you graze your lips across his, smiling. “Not as much as you.” Slowly you proceed to his own, sliding your small hands underneath his shirt, lifting it over his head. He watches as you press you hands against his chest, your lips following suit behind.

Chanyeol gets off the bed when you motion him to, you following towards him on your knees, reaching for his pants. He allows you permission to undress him, to have your fun in taking time to explore what he’s never given you until now. With the button undone you slowly slide them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You bite your lip at how hard he was, the curve of his cock inside his boxers tempting enough to touch. Which is what you do in earnest.

Reaching forward you palm him through. Chanyeol groans huskily, leaning his head back, eyes closed shut. “(Y/N), you have amazing hands.” You smile thankful, placing your lips against his waist, your hand squeezing him harder, not enough to hurt him but enough to bring greater pleasure. “You’re just as big as you were in my dream.” You moaned, closing your eyes as he combs his fingers through your hair.

“Must have been one vivid dream,” Chanyeol grins, not able to take the torture no more. He bends down, guiding your mouth to his, where he climbs on top of you once more. “How good did I fuck you, (Y/N)?” He whispers in your ear. There was absolutely no shame in his voice when he asked and you whimper only finding it more of a turn on. Your voice comes out in a low purr when you murmured. “Very, no words can excel. And you didn’t stop either, not until I forgot my own name, until I screamed yours in ecstasy, until I knew my place as your property.” Chanyeol growls gruffly, breathing deeply into your shoulder.

With hips against yours, Chanyeol greedily rocks his cock across your pussy, moaning loudly as he feels just how wet you’ve become from his simple presses. Your fingers claw at his back, head tossed back in pure bliss. “I’ll be sure to fuck you ten times better, baby.” Chanyeol promises, whispering deeply in your ear. You mewled hoarsly, moving your hips with his, relishing in the heat of that beautiful cock of his pressed up against you.

He makes you keen and wither in perfect rapture, his name so gorgeously slipping from your lips, as he continuously dry humps you, begging for more.

Chanyeol was easy to contribute with you, too eager to please. You let our a breathless sigh when he slowly begins to slide your soaked panties down your thighs, his own boxers following behind, thrown somewhere in the room carelessly.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, biting your lip as he positions himself at your needy hole, rubbing his slick cockhead across your slippery-with-cum folds. This alone was torturous, bringing you to a even greater frustration. Chanyeol leans down to your lips, distracting you somewhat as he pushes himself deep inside you, both moaning into one another at the euphoric feeling of entry. The feel of being filled by this man is unexplainable, he fit so perfectly inside you, seemingly belonged.

To the base, Chanyeol stills breaking the kiss, to far gone with the tightness around him. He breathes harshly against your cheek. “God, (Y/N), you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight.” He moans huskily, his nails digging into your thigh, presumably to keep himself from moving before you’re fully ajusted to him. Only when you are does Chanyeol begin to move, pulling out to the tip before he slams back in, cherishing the blissful sigh that escapes your mouth when he had.

Seeing your pleasured state, he keeps up a distinct rhythm, moving his hips in deep slow thrust, hazing your mind in a mere second, driving your body to react to his touch without even trying too. It was official this was far better that anything you could imagine.

You bury your head in his neck, enveloping your senses with his scent, panting heavily as he speeds up, the bed creaking upon the heavy weight. “Ahh, Chanyeol…fuck.” He just grunts, focusing all his effort to please you, the obscene sounds of your love making heaven to your ears.

Chanyeol reaches behind you, swiftly pulling you up into his lap, holding you close as he greets your lips, your tongues dancing in a forceful swirl of passion. He tangles his hand through your hair, guiding it back when he trails his tongue down your neck, suckling at your flushed skin, creating bite marks at your shoulders. You moaned helplessly, rocking your hips against his pelvis, rubbing his cock nice and deep inside you, around your hot walls. Your hands dig into his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles flex and tighten with the force he was bringing below, slamming his cock in and out of you to the best of his ability. With this position it deemed a workout.

You open your eyes, capturing the beauty before you, his face contorted with intense pleasure, mouth agape to let out his heavy pants of breath. Lip between your teeth you lean forward, resting your face in the crook of his sweaty neck, your fingers combing through his damp hair. Chanyeol moans loudly when your bite him. You blame the incoming orgasm.

You cry out, nails raking his back, creating bruising red marks as your climax hits you, with your head tossed back, your body quakes in the overwhelming release. Chanyeol’s name rolls off your tongue when he strikes your g-spot, igniting your orgasm almost viciously. And he doesn’t stop either, he fucks you until there is nothing but white behind your eyelids, until your body spasms in the over simulation, until your coming again.

This time Chanyeol gasps, your walls unbearably tight around him, driving him nuts with lust. His back abused. It didn’t take him no time before that wonderful feeling before he’s coming along with you, saying your name under his breath. It was too late to pull himself out, so he just cums inside you, hugging you close to his numb form. You whimer, feeling his cum coating your constricting walls, his cock throbbing inside you, hitting spots that make you jerk in the overstimulation.

Chanyeol falls limp when he couldn’t come anymore, resting his head on your shoulder, panting heavily, his breath ghosting at your ear. “I love you, (Y/N),” Chanyeol blurts, voice ragged and hoarse. “-I should have told you this a long time ago. I should have held you by my side rather than ignorning you all this time, I should have seen the signs, your hesitant glances, your questioning touch, the pain and heartbreak that was written across your face when I kissed another women. But truth be told all I saw was you when I fucked them. That’s really how I knew I loved you, but I was stupid and didn’t awknowlage you. I was frightened.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, the truth only making you also feel stupid. All this time, all these years of hiding, keeping secrets, it was all for naught? You let out a shuttering breath. “Chanyeol it’s okay, you’re here now, you have my unconditional love, my heart, and my soul, nothing you say or do will make that change.”

Chanyeol holds you close, tightly and protective, yet this time he wasn’t letting go. You smile, overloading with sheer happiness, your tears falling. “I’ll never let you go, Chanyeol.”

“Nor will I.”

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A/N:

This is the last chapter of this fic, I know it sucks but there really isn’t any more I could do on it. (Unless someone wants to give me some. *wink wink*) I do hope it reaches expectations though and is as good as you all anticipated. I had tons of request and feedback which I greatly appreciated.

I would like to thank all my readers most of all, for reading and leaving your awesome comments and suggestions, I can’t express how happy it makes me. Not on this book either on all of them. As a writer this is all that I could ever I wish for, to have my books known, which you guys do greatly.

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Just One Taste (Of Torture) - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 3,449

Warnings: Smut, Blow jobs, Teasing.

Summary: Your boyfriend had gone too far in ignoring you and for that you decided to return the favor. But as it turns out, the favor is far worse for you than for him.

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It's been a hour since you've arrived at your boyfriend's flat. There had been no doubt that you were overjoyed the moment you got the sudden call from him but now that you've arrived you began to ask yourself... What the hell had you been thinking?

His room in your relief had been messy when you got there so to your disposal to ease your boredom you actually found yourself cleaning it up. You had done what you figured was all. Starting with the kitchen, to the bedroom. With having thrown the scattered clothes across the floor in the hamper in his bathroom, cleaned off his work desk of any lying papers, you had even refilled him a new glass of soda just for the fuck of it. So yes you pretty much worked your ass off the whole hour you were there.

Now 10 after you twiddle your thumbs, watching from across the room at your boyfriend who types and clicks away at his laptop. He was totally transfixed with his work that he hasn't even acknowledged your presence yet. You had even told him you were there and in return all you got was his silence.

How dare he invite me over to his apartment yet upon arriving acts as though I'm not even here, you had screamed mentally. What's up with that shit?

You huff out a exsaperated sigh, crossing your legs on the neatly made bed you were currently on. Of course that was also done by you.

You clear your throat loudly and purposely. "So... Chanyeol, babe, what are you composing this time?" You start to make conversation hoping it'll bring him out of his work. That it will actually make him realize that you were there. You hope that he doesn't give you the silent treatment again. You just now find out that you definitely couldn't handle a qauiet concentrated Chan.

After a minute of bare air your head sunk in disappointment. What had you expected? Letting out a sigh you begin to think of just leaving. You seriously doubt he'll even notice that your gone.

Its when you're standing up and hear his voice that those thoughts fly out the window.

"Nothing special, just experimenting with different tunes. I have this weird feeling that I'll make something really amazing if I do." Your eyes widen as you finally, fucking finally got to hear his voice since you arrived. Though just as soon as he's done he turns back to the screen. Not what you were wanting but hey, well at least he knows you were there.

You press your luck.

"Don't you get tired of looking at that screen for hours upon hours though? Eventually you'll injure your eyes, and that's not something me or your fans want now is it?" He hums in reply, not once looking in your direction.

You scoff, it was nice while it lasted.

You wrinkle your nose in distaste. This was starting to get old. If he knew you were there why hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he given you your welcome kiss yet? He always- like always does that when you come over. What's so different today?

Picking up your phone in your everlasting boredom you scroll through the news feed about his group. Serching for one in particular. You grin upon what your eyes have set upon. "They're talking about you again."

"..."

"It's not pretty, fans think your gonna abandon them." You continue confident, intent on getting a reaction out of him sometime.

"..." 

Silence.

It had been when you heard his voice that your head jerks up. "Uh-huh... They know better than that." Wow about damn time!

"Well do you know that they're saying your getting fat?" You lie, you were just making shit up as you go to see how long he could last, at this point.

He chuckles "You know I don't believe you, right?" Smart isn't he? Immediately you frown.

"So you don't deny it?"

"I never said that."

"Shouldn't you show them then? You're the only one who hasn't?"

"..." No response.

"Why haven't you?" You urge, curious.

"Do I  really need to? Just because my members do doesn't mean I have to too, (Y/N). Besides I only give you that privilege. So why show?"

"The fans don't know that."

"They are smart, they'll figure it out eventually."

"You're sexy under that shirt Chanyeol, trust me I know from experience."

"Yeah? Well that's you babe, or have you already forgotten what those fans say about me behind my back?"

You let out a loud irritated groan, tossing your phone to the side. Did he have a fucking answer for everything? Sheesh, you couldn't break his damn concetration from that fucking screen for nothing. If only there were something you could do.

It was after minutes of dreadful silence, annoying keyboard types and eye twitching mouse clicks that you finally come up with something.

Standing you trudge over towards him. You watch his broad shoulders as they diligently work before you hastily turn his chair around. Chanyeol looks up at you confused, a hint of annoyance. Now that you've captured his attention you smile, making yourself comfortable in his lap, your legs circling behind his chair.

"Now answer me this, love? Why invite me over if you are just going to slave over your work? If your were just going to have your face buried in your compositions all day?" You whisper in his ear, lips just barely touching. Your smile only widens when his hands try not to touch your bare thighs. It's nice to know you made the best choice in choosing your clothing.

Leaning your face into his neck, you take advantage of the sensitivity of it, lips pecking the gorgeous skin there. "Your girlfriend is waiting Chanyeol."

Chanyeol's breath hitches when your sneaky hands begin to trail down his chest instead, abruptly stopping at the hem of his jeans. "(Y/N) what are you aiming to do by doing this?"

"You really need to ask? Well you see, this is how it's gonna go. Since you ignored me for the past hour I decided it's about time I get your attention. You may or may not like how I do it but I'm certain you will." You grin wide, hissing in pleasure when you had grinded yourself against him. The man groans back throaty, his hands immediately chasing up your thighs to your ass, pulling you closer. You gasp at his sudden strength.

Now that's better, finally you got him to react. "Isn't having me like this, in your lap, grinding against you all day more entertaining than looking at your computer?"

"Hmm," He hums. "-it depends on how well you plan to do it, babe." He smirks. Chanyeol slowly runs his hands up and down your spine, sending tremors of pleasure throughout your body with mere fingertips, tangling them in your hair in the end. He yanks your head forward and you meet his lips clumsily, his tongue devoring yours. Your own fingers absently unbuttoning his jeans but not once going further below them. Rather you move your hips across his groin, feeling what lies beneath that layer of clothing eagerly react and rise. Your own core wettens at the realization.

"I can show you if your like?" You purr lowly, moving in to nip at his ears with your teeth. You just wanted to turn him on more, there's no harm in that is there? Like you hoped it worked wonderfully. He moans deeply, bucking his hips into your crotch to have you feel just how much it was effecting him. You mewl, tightening your arms around his neck where they now currently lay. "Your so sensitive Channie, just one touch and you're already hard for me. I didn't think I had that much control over you."

"Its not control baby, you by now should know full well what it does to me when you do that to my ears." Chanyeol pants, his cock fully erect and throbbing underneath your needy cunt, begging to be freed of its restraints.

"Shall I do it some more then? Perhaps I'll torture you like you had me for the past hour." You threaten darkly, slowly grinding your hips down on him, selfishly enjoying the deep gaps and grunts of your name that erupt from his mouth. The fingers that dig into your hips follow your rhythm almost desperately. "Holy fuck baby..." Chanyeol moans, tossing his head back in pure bliss, his once cute baby face contorting sexily in sweet sweet pleasure.

You too throw your head back in the rapture as Chanyeol continues to meet your movements, roughly thrusting up into your pussy with his cock, the wetness from your arousal increasing and slippery through the folds the more he dry humps you. "Ahhh...Ch-Chanyeol..." You moan, the friction between you guys overwhelmingly delirious.

Eventually you stop yourself, having gone too far. Intentually you had only wanted to get him worked up yet here you was actually following through with it. You couldn't allow yourself to give in.

Having climbed off him, Chanyeol had groaned displeased, arms streaching out to pull you back but you shake your head, "Oh don't worry babe I'm far from done with you." And as you promised you don't leave him and quickly kneel between his long legs, a smug grin upon your face.

He opens his mouth problably to stop you but you shush him before any words could form. "You have a problem, don't you? Then won't you allow me to realise the tension?" Upon saying this you eye Chanyeol's massive bulge, your hands racing up his clothed thighs before you caress the outline of it. Bless tight jeans, you moan.

It was honestly more for your need than for his but he didn't have to know that. Your boyfriend's breathing gradually picks up at your teasing actions, his hands tightly gripped at the arms of his desk chair. He wasn't stupid he knew exactly what you were planning and the thought of how slow you were at performing it was driving him mad. Perfect.

Slowly you pull down his fly, his cock already damping the tip of his boxers at the anticipation to continue, to feel that beautiful mouth of yours. With your hands at the hem Chanyeol grunts and lifts his hips for you to pull the tight clothing down which you eagerly do quickly. "I can guarantee that you taste really good." You hummed out, the thirst for him extreme that your mouth waters. You slide your wet tongue across your lips. Chanyeol watching the movement with lust filled eyes, bottom lip between his teeth.

With his jeans and boxers down his legs now, his proud cock taunts you as it curves up against his abdomen, a need far too strong to just ignore. The little Chan too begs for you.

You turn your head and begin to plant gentle kisses up his thighs, tracing your tongue against the soft flesh. The closer you become the louder Chanyeol's noises are and you just can't help but grin at his impatience. Currently moving your hand forward you grasp the swollen base of his cock, holding it in your hand before your too pressing wet kisses against it. Teasingly you lick a stripe up his balls and cock before pulling away completely.

A few inches away from him now Chanyeol looks down at you at the sudden loss and you immediately begin to stretch out your taught back. "What?" You ask innocently. "Is something the matter baby?"

The man blinks dumbfounded. "Is something the matter? Is something the fucking matter!? Don't you dare make me beg, (Y/N), you were the one who started this so you better be the one to finish it!" He gasps frustrated.

"Oh yeah I forgot." You giggle. You didn't.

Chanyeol shakes his head bewildered, having not believing his ears. You smile, he deserves every last bit of it, he had ignored you for the past hour it's temporary that you'd do the same. However, you wasn't mean like he thinks you are, you will still get him off, you're just going to take your time about it. That's all.

You lean forward again, moving to grasp his length in your small hand, slowly gliding your thumb across the base with gentle but scarse swipes. You soon move the hand up, collecting the slick pre-cum from the tip before sliding the foreskin back down with more teasing than you had originally wanted. You do this for quite a while, being both painstakingly slow and agonizing.

Chanyeol pants, tears in his eyes at the crulity of your current pace. He needed more! 

It was when the glistening head is nice and wet for you that you finally take him into your mouth, tasting the pre-cum that hits your tongue wantonly. Faintly you hear Chanyeol choke out your name, at how good you feel. If you could you'd smirk right now.

You moan, however not from his reactions- not that those weren't fucking hot- but at the bitter unfamilar taste of him. You chased this taste. It was definitely a aquired one, but nothing you couldn't handle. Slowly you start to move up and down the shaft, wishing for more of his wonderfulness to defile your tongue.

It had been you who gotten him like this as he said therefore it had to be you who takes care of it. Which is why with every bob of your head you take more of him into your mouth, careful with your teeth. Above you Chanyeol was a noisy wreak, a hand combing through your hair to urge you on.

You take him with little to less struggle yet when the tip hits the back of your throat you quickly move back up, removing his cock completely. You didn't want to choke because you knew how much that was a turn off. Which is something you really didn't want right now.

Meanwhile you don't hesitate and just quickly lick strips of saliva up the sides, tonguing the sexy vein that is producing from the underside slowly so you could savor the wonderful pulse of it. 

You casually glance up at Chanyeol to see that he is watching you with half-lidded eyes, his hand tightening in your hair as well as holding it back so he could watch you. And he makes damn sure to watch every detail, the way your tongue glides across his dick ever so smoothly, the way your mouth eagerly takes inch by inch the more you bob your head, the sexy noises you do when he accidentally thrusts into your throat. It really was worth the watch.

You wasn't dumb you knew just how well Chanyeol likes getting blown from you and as much as you enjoy it just as much as he does, couldn't always perform it because of his size. He may not be massively humongous like everyone likes to describe or anything like that, no it's just your mouth could only take so much strain. Although, even though you couldn't take his dick all the way didn't mean he doesn't like it. If anything it was the opposite. He moreso loved that the most, he didn't even care that you couldn't, he actually found pride in it oddly enough.

Chanyeol always tells you whenever he is in one of his emotional moods that he's not so confident in his size given all the hell the anti-fans- sometimes even his fans spat on in the fanboard but seeing that not even you could take it brightens the sour thought.

Yes Chanyeol loves when you blow him, he loves how tight and wet your moist cavern is, the sounds of your pleasure you make when your jaw aches from the overuse, the breathtaking look on your face when you pull away to catch lost breath. Yes, he absolutely loved your blowjobs, they may not be expertise work but they were yours and that was all that mattered.

Having done bobed your head a little faster now you begin to stroke the base, pleasuring what couldn't be reached by your mouth. Your boyfriend shows good reactions as he continues to buck up into your actions, lost in the euphoria of your delicious movements. However he thrusted a little too far.

Immediately you gagged, pulling back. Tears corner your eyes and Chanyeol instantly apologizes but you don't listen to him no matter how much he begs you too. His consistant concern is heard by deaf ears.

You rather not waste time and just begin again, but after a while of the bobbing, your mouth shows signs of growing sore, begging for a break but you don't allow youself one. You were determined to get him off.

Retreating you suck in a deep breath of air, your tongue instantly darting out afterwards to lick at the swollen redened tip. You follow a trail of saliva from his balls up to the tip before your back to circling the sensitive head. You suck it into your mouth until your cheeks hollow, digging the wet appendage into his slit, the pre-cum increasing visibly.

Chanyeol moans and groans your name horasly, his legs spreading wider the closer he nears his golden peak. You take his secret invitation, using your unoccupied hand you play with his heavy balls, focusing your tongue only on the tip, the other quickly moving in to glide up and down his cock.

At this point all you could hear is Chanyeol's chants of pleasure, his moans of bliss, the loud overbearing breaths of ecstasy. It's too much even for you as the ache in your clit grows unbearable.

You slide the tip of your tongue just underneath the cockhead, slowly tracing the curve that surrounds it with gentle swipes of your tongue, the gruff sounds Chanyeol was making music to your ears, the rough tugs and hard pushes at the back of your head from his overwhelmed pleasure going completely unnoticed to you.

With one final suck of your mouth Chanyeol jerks, your name heard booming across the bare walls of his apartment before he forcefully thrusts up into you. The whole complex could probably hear him with how loud his scream was. In that instant you taste the bitter tang of cum surrounding your throat, the thick scent of his jizz overpowering your senses. His jerks and trembles are constant the more spurts of cum flow from him and into you. You moaned at it, the vibrations further rocking his intense orgasm. He groans in return, pressing your head further down his cock, so his cum could only escape there.

When you figure he has none left he falls limp and you pull back swallowing the hot thick cum the best you could without gagging. It's definitely easer said than done. You coughed, panting to catch your breath, stroking him extremely slow so not to hurt him from the overstimulation. Chanyeol shivers in the aftershocks, breathing ragged and torn as he desperately tries to calm himself from his high.

Licking your lips you quickly rid of any remainder of cum, watching a very disheaved image of your ruined boyfriend before you. With your mission accomplished you smile, picking yourself up but unfortunately your legs feel like jelly and you quickly fall back down. Chanyeol catches you beforehand however.

With you against him Chanyeol speaks, his voice broken. "I really...have to invite you over more often." He chuckles and you smile, welcoming the fatigue in your jaw.

"What and have me clean again? No thanks." You joke.

"Wait, when did you clean?" Chanyeol immediately asks.

You roll your eyes knocking him on the head with your fist. There wasn't nearly enough force there to hurt him of course, it's more so just to show him how much you were irritated by the ridiculous question. "Ugh nevermind just be thankful I even came over."

"You would've anyway, with having those thoughts running through your perverted mind how could you not?"

Now that you think about it you have been meaning to give him a blowjob to help him with the stress he had been feeling but his schedule was just so cram-packed that you never got the chance.

"You know, you may be right about that one. Now go get stressed so I can blow you again." This time you wasn't joking.

"Oh no, you're first, my love. Shall we see just how torturous I can get?" Chanyeol grins widely at you and something tells you that you weren't going to go home anytime soon.

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Allow Me To Erase Your Fears - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 6,170

Warnings: Smut, Romance, Loss of virginity, Slight fluff.

Summary: You huff out a shuttering sigh. How were you just going to say right out in the open that you’ve never done this type of activity before? That you haven’t been deflowered yet?

Th-That you were a virgin?

(A/N): This idea has been eating at me for quite some time now, so I decided hell why not? Honestly I’ve never written anything like this before (virginity loss and all) so let me know if there is anything I missed or didn’t include.

I’m aware that its…different than most I’ve read but that was only because I wanted to change things up a bit. I was aiming for something unpredictable, I guess you can say. Hopefully it’s not too horrible. ´^`

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It was bound to occur eventually, you think fearfully as you await for the despair of your fears to come true. It’s not like you hadn’t guessed it wasn’t going to sometime, you just always believed it would when you gathered enough information in making it less stressful. Yet here you were today, attempting to escape a reality that cannot be outran. Don’t take it wrong you loved your boyfriend very much, he was your entire world, your one and only, that much was genuine but the fact that you willing agreed to his sudden affairs was not. You guys have been dating for over a year and a half now, you knew it would sprout eventually, but why so soon? You wouldn’t deny it, you were utterly frightened the moment he brought up the bazaar topic, and as much as you needed to tell him what you thought about it, you couldn’t bring yourself too. Frankly you were too scared. Deep down in your heart, you really honestly wanted to carry out his purposal, to be one with him in the way he so dreams, but the terror overpowered the feeling. It was pathetic, cowardice in a way, so much that you had actually let your worry cloud your judgement and for that it made it strictly impossible to convey that you weren’t entirely “one” with his choices.

You huff out a shuttering sigh, how were you just going to say right out in the open that you’ve never done this type of activity before? That you haven’t been deflowered yet?

Th-that you were a virgin?

You hated to admit it but he’d undoubtedly want to back out. You’ve been together far longer than any other cheap shot boyfriend you had before, therefore you knew him well. Too well actually. Indefinitely he would be too horrified of hurting you and in which would also result in him hating himself for suggesting something so selfishly cruel. You just couldn’t win, your brain may wish for such a catastrope of not losing your virginity to happen, but your heart did not.

You sigh defeated, looking down at the carpet beneath your toes, the soft texture gentle against the skin. You think over whether or not you should carry out with his desires? But what happens if he ends up disliking me for not telling him? Will he be disappointed with having waited so long? Would he-

Suddenly there’s a heavy knock heard from the front door that tossed you out of your troubled thoughts. You immediately knew all too well who it was.

Reluctantly standing you make haste towards it, knowing if you don’t he’d grow concerned. Upon unlocking the door you pull it open. The face of your handsome boyfriend greets you with his signature smile, a ‘hey baby’ in tow. You delivered the greeting with one of your own, pulling him in and locking the door before he has any sudden thoughts of changing his mind. You turn, your boyfriend opening his mouth to say something but you don’t give him the chance as you lean up on your toes and plant a kiss upon his lips. You hadn’t thought twice about it of course, but then again you by now were far past asking permission when it came to kissing each other.

The man quickly gasps at your straightforwardness before complying with you, an arm snaking around your tiny waist to draw you closer while the other rests underneath your chin to bring it up more.

“Chanyeol,” You whisper when he begins to drag his mouth in unknown territory. Upon the calling of his name he tenses and stops abruptly, the worried thought that he made you uncomfortable beginning to torment him. “-I-I need to tell you something before we continue. It’s quite urgent.” Chanyeol pulls back immediately, concern in his dark brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I didn’t… I-I got a little carried away.” Chanyeol quickly apologizes, distangling himself from you in a mere heartbeat. Your own twists with regret. It was becoming harder and harder by the minute to tell him.

Chanyeol may be holding back to the best of his ability now, but after this certain stunt you’ve discovered just how extreme it truly was for him not to jump you. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. You feel slightly flattered and guilty.

You throw him a reassuring smile upon the questioning look, cupping his cheek in your hand. Your thumb runs across his strong features, his skin soft. “Its alright, Chan. It’s not that.” He lets out a sigh of relief, his cheerful self returning almost immediately. You laugh softly at his bipolar moment before quietly guiding him into your bedroom.

You sit on your bed, tapping the spot next to you for your boyfriend to take. Once the both of you were comfortable you open your mouth to acknowledge what’s bothing you, to finally share your fears but the words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard you tried. Chanyeol furrows his brows at your struggle, a gentle hand reaching over to cover the ones in your lap. “Baby, what’s this about? Is something the matter? Did I go too far? You can just tell me if you don’t want to-!”

“-No! I mean n-no, that’s not it I promise. It’s just… Well you see…” Your words stammer before your very ears and the reminder of the pain of what’s coming haunts your conscience once more. You look down at the carpet for the third time within a 30 minute radius, biting your lip in frustration. It was getting really irritating of being afraid of something that’s supposed to be magical, of the bliss your boyfriend would without doubt bring you. It wasn’t worth it.

You rent out a exasperated breath. “I can’t conceal it anymore, you see Chanyeol the truth is I’m a virgin. I-I’ve been intending to tell you sooner, to get it off my chest, but I didn’t know how or what to say when you suggested we take our relationship to the next level.” You look up at him with love and honesty in your eyes, bringing his hands to your lips. “I’m scared of losing it is all, this is so new for me and I’ve heard the first time was anything but gratifying. Don’t think its because of you, because its not. It’s me. I-I just didn’t know how you’d react is all. If you’d be upset with me for not telling you sooner.”

There of course was more to the story than your letting on but you really didn’t possess the guts to speak those particular one’s aloud. Besides it wasn’t like you were the only one. Everyone’s thinking it nowadays, c'mon they don’t even try to hide it. Regretfully you’ve read enough fan fiction to grow curious of what’s truly beneath the layer of clothing yourself, of what he’s so desperately hiding. Never believe what you read on the internet is what they always say but you knew enough that not everything on it was a lie. You wasn’t stupid, nor were you blind. Deep husky voice, freakishly tall built, big hands, a mean stroke… There’s only so much the imagination can conjure.

Honestly you were too small to have something of such a unknowing size to fit within you, to be torn from the inside out without your consent. You shiver at the realization, your lips trembling against Chanyeol’s fingers. You can’t seriously be getting second thoughts already?

Chanyeol smiles brightly at you, his lips desending against yours whence the hands were moved to your sides.

Your eyes widen, this wasn’t hardly what you were expecting, though you accept it nonetheless. Quickly you fall into the kiss, eagerly exploring his lips with yours. It was once you’re apart and breathless that he cups your face in his gentle hands. They’re callused against your skin from his guitar playing, but anything but harsh. You furrow your brows. “I’ll make it pleasurable for you (Y/N), not everything you hear is entirely honest, believe me everyone has different experiences in this type of stuff. I truthfully wouldn’t ever forgive myself if I didn’t bring my baby pleasure. Just the thought of you suffering pains me. I desire to make you feel good in all this, to reflect the bad thoughts of your first your brain conceives and replace them with something far better.”

You want to articulate something, something to thank him for understanding, for not ditching you, for being well…him, but like before the words are lost within you. You sigh with gratitude, a smile growing upon your lips at how perfect he can be without even trying, before you lean in to kiss him. The confidence to continue now was more powerful than you ever imagined possible. You really wanted this, you really wanted to be with him completely, to make your bond stronger than ever.

Chanyeol lays you back on the bed, towering above you, the kiss that was once angelic and sweet, morphing into something more intense and dirty the longer it lasted. You shiver at the unexperienced feelings that were coursing through your veins, at the passion that’s being welcomed to you.

A moan escapes your lips now, strong fingers tightly latching onto his shirt, legs squeezed shut between his own unsure what they should be doing. Chanyeol trails down your jaw with soft lips, down your neck, kissing each part of flesh that marks the area in search of all your sensitive spots. He wants to memorize them by heart.

“Allow me to erase your fears, baby.” He mumbles into your neck, his voice thick with desire. His hand gently runs across your side in hopes in aiding you to relax, to have you looking forward to his actions rather than dreading them. It appears to be working if your consistent gaps and moans was any indication.

“Your moans, (Y/N), I’ve never imagined I’d actually hear them. I reckoned you’d never give me the opportunity.” You whimper at his confession, further exposing your neck so he had better access in tasting it.

“Chanyeol… I can’t… Please, I need you to touch me. To do something.” You had stepped so low to begging now thanks to the unforgivable urge to feel those lips, that tongue, those hands, his everything on your heated flesh. Fuck call is selfish, greedy, call it whatever you’d like, it honestly didn’t matter to you. The sensations he was portraying were just too perfect to not beg upon. Having gotten permission your boyfriend nods, snaking the hand that stayed dormant at your side up your loose t-shirt, where he greedily takes the pleasure in squeezing your breast through your bra. You arch into his actions, a moan of velvet erupting from your lips. Chanyeol groans at the beautiful noise, his kisses rough and wet across the delicacy of your neck.

The pleasures felt too surreal, seemingly like a dream, particularly one you never wanted to wake from.

Chanyeol minutes later slides that hand down your thigh, eager to get his body between them. He doesn’t force you, however, rather simply waits until you were ready, gingerly running soothing circles into the taunt muscles with his thumb. He peppers marks upon your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders, working in silent to get you to enjoy every flare of passion he’s delivering, to feel every ounce of his love for you.

You mewled at the discovery your legs willingly opening for him. “It’s okay (Y/N), take your time, I won’t hurry you. You’re welcome to set your own pace.” He breathes out, his hands going in to explore the new territory that lies between your soft thighs. He doesn’t once touch you in that place of course, but that didn’t stop your lewd thoughts from wanting him too.

With legs spread wide enough Chanyeol places himself in between them, yours now on either side of his own. Your arms encircle his neck when he meets your mouth, savoring and familiarizing himself within the warm moist cavern. Both groan wanton into each other. Your crotch tingles in flurries of excitement, following with a faint gush of something wet making its way out of your body. 

It was a accident that Chanyeol ruts up against your clothed sex, having been too lost in the rapture he moans aloud. You duplicate his pleasure with one of your own. He soon realizes what he’s done however, and in his horror he backs away. You gasp displeased at the loss, at the incredible touch of his arousal against yours, at how hard he has already become. If it was this good with it just touching you than It must be heaven with it inside you. You couldn’t even envision it.  A whine creeps from you at the displeasure of not having him against you no longer and in your resolve you forcefully buck your hips up into his groin for further exploration. You wanted to drown in the rapture. Over and over and over again. Chanyeol not on the same page, though, is quick to hold them down, preventing your actions instantly. He pants. “(Y/N) I won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing that, please I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have to.” He explains sternly in your ear, his pants and deep voice sending tremors down your spine. You nodded, your breathing heavy and spoty. Perhaps maybe later then?

Chanyeol pulls himself back, a sincere smile on his face before he’s kissing you again, his hand switching their positions in holding himself up before he runs it beneath your shirt one time more. He glides the hand across your belly, your ribs, feeling every bit of your soft skin underneath his rough fingertips, memorizing what spots are more ticklish and tender and which are not, intent on finding all your spots so it’ll make the finale so much more desirable. He wishes to make you remember your first time as the best night of your life, rather than the worst.

“Can I see you?” your boyfriend asks, his voice ghosting across your damp-with-sweat skin. You flush at the question, turning your head to the side before you bashfully nod. Soon enough after you were relaxed he lifts the shirt over your head, placing the clothing somewhere beside him on the floor. Your bra follows. Once unsnapped he puts it with the shirt. With them gone you blush beat red, your arms quickly hugging your front in hopes to cover your exposure. It’s not like anyone could blame you, this was really the first time you’ve ever willingly showed your body to anyone. It’s quite embarrassing. What if you were ugly? Your breast surely weren’t desireble. What if he gets grossed out? If that were to happen you’d likely die.

Chanyeol slides his hands up your arms gently, silently encouraging you not to be diffident. “It’s okay baby, take your time.” You nodded letting out a shuttering breath. You mentally urge yourself to steady your nerves before your allowing him to guide the limbs away from your chest. With nothing in his way now Chanyeol takes in your nudeness, his breath hitching in his lungs at your breathtaking beauty. (No pun intended.)

Content with your obedience, he motions you back down on the bed with little resistance. You tilt your head up at him, worry written all across your face. “Don’t look at me like that, (Y/N), you should know already what I’m going to say. And that’s your beautiful.” He gives you a loving grin, lightly pecking your bewildered face before sitting up on his knees.

Having captured your attention he reaches behind himself and pulls his own shirt over his head until it was off and with the others. Your eyes greedily swallow up the view of his own nakedness, taking in what hasn’t been shown to anyone. Not even his adoring overzealous fans had seen. Chanyeol reaches for your small hand and places it against his beating heart. “See I’m just as nervous about what you’re planning to say just as you were. My heart literally won’t slow for nothing.” Chanyeol shyly looks down at the discarded clothes before meeting your gaze.

The man is quick to move forward, his heart warming as your other hand joins the first. Unwittingly they explore every plain, every muscle, every fiber of his being that he’s so eagerly willing to offer you.

What’s honestly not to like, you ponder? True he may not be as graceful or buffed up as the rest of his band members— preferably Kai and Sehun, or even Lay or Xuimin— but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy what you were seeing. He was working out and even though he still doesn’t match up to those 4 doesn’t mean he’s any less sexy in your eyes. Simply put he was gorgeous the way he was, defined muscles and overlydone abs have no justice to make him any more perfect that he already was. And you make damn sure to tell him this too.

He is mum for the longest of times before his lips crash onto your swollen ones. You giggle at his brashness unable to stop the groan that escapes you the moment he silences the laughter with his tongue. The appendage greets yours in haste, tangling with one another in a dance of utter passion.

Within your fuzzy mind you could faintly feel Chanyeol’s hands begin to trample all over your body again, littering your skin in pricks of pleasure to add on to what he was already inflicting. He squeezes your breast in his large hands, nearly swallowing them whole, but you didn’t dare feel insecure about it, at least not when you didn’t care. The feeling was mutual, Chanyeol also didn’t care. He loves you for who you are, for the fun, bubbly smiley self you was, not by your breast size. He’s made sure to drill that into your head countless times.

You arch into his presses, into the fingers that have began to pinch and tug at your hardened nipples, your kiss collapses from the mewls of bliss that shake your being upon the new emotions your witnessing.

“More. Chanyeol, I-I need more… Please.” You pant, the heat between your legs growing unbearable to ignore now. Unable to ignore what he was doing to you. You lift your hips into him for emphasis, showing him exactly what you are so desperately craving. Of what part of your body it was that was chasing to have his attention on.

Chanyeol grunts loudly, not able to resist not meeting your actions with his own. So pulling you up slightly to his chest he holds you from the curve of your back. You both were a moaning groaning mess, willingly falling into the euphoria of overwhelmed pleasure the harder he dry humps you. He doesn’t stop this time much to your delight. With legs tightly wrapped around his waist, the balls of your feet were beyond forgiving as they dug into his ass. It only makes his dick press down upon your pussy with more force. And god was it so fucking worth it!

Chanyeol buries his head in your neck, suckling onto the sweet flesh until it’s red and bruised. You whine, your fingers combing into his newly dyed hair at the indescribable friction. Unfortunately he stops himself short, a heavy groan of distaste leaving him at his own cockblock. “I’m sorry, I-I’ll come if we continue that any farther.” The man explains breathless. You nodded in understanding.

Pulling away from you with a moan he carries on to removing the lasts of your clothing. You don’t dare stop him, specially not with how much you needed to carry on. It would seem the fear was beginning to fade the more your boyfriend brings you all these pleasures and for that you were grateful. Chanyeol was slow working in removing your your shorts. Having been unbuttoned seconds later, he hooks his fingers onto the fabric at your hips before he’s carefully sliding them off. He makes certain to keep his eyes on yours the whole time, worried if he hadn’t you’d grow weary and push him away. It was no time before your panties were thrown out as well.

You had gasped, immediately shielding your eyes with your hands, far too embarrassed to look at his face the moment they’re gone. He chuckles at your adorableness. With all your clothing offically off your body and somewhere out of the way, you lay vulnerable. Chanyeol completely absorbs the breathtaking sight. Your blush darkens the more he stares at your nakedness. And in your way of escaping you try to close your legs to block his wandering gaze, but the man once again moves between them preventing such.

“D-Don’t stare Chanyeol… It’s embarrassing.” You stammer, looking away from his intense stare. He lets out a thick laugh, leaning back over your petite body with his towering height, his lips desending upon your earlobe. “How can I not? Your so gorgeous when explosed. My baby girl really needs to think more highly of herself.” You whimper feeling Chanyeol’s hands search and take in the fresh skin that’s been recently uncovered. The sneaky fingers tenderly slipping between your legs, rubbing the insides of your thighs until he’s at the desination that marks your womanhood.

He looks at you, a question of permission on the tip of his tongue. You bite your lip, the touch of his fingers grazing your aching core far too torturing to just say no. Your heartbeat jumps in a completely different way than before, perhaps because, like this it was so much more naughty than having felt his dick through one another’s clothing?

In the end you give your consent. “Please. I can’t stand not knowing what it’ll feel like not having you in every way possible, Chanyeol.” Your legs spread apart more in a way that tells him just how needy you was for his touch. How much you trusted him with your body, knowing that he’d never hurt you.

Chanyeol grins lovingly into your skin, kissing your cheek. Once he finally slides the fingers through the satiny folds of your cunt he couldn’t help but gasp at how incredibly wet you’ve become from just his simple touches. It was nothing he’s ever seen before. His cock agrees, throbbing in the tight restraints of his jeans and before you knew it he’s slipping the finger all the way inside you.

Your eyes widen at the new experience, a cry of absolute bliss falling from your throat. Its so much more different than your own, his were so much more thicker and longer. Chanyeol capturing the reaction he was looking for, gently goes in and out of you, lapping up your slick pre-cum in the process so it didn’t make the movements he was creating dry and uncomfortable.

“Chan-, ahhh!” You moan. Your breaths get ripped from your lungs when he picks up the pace, your wet walls clenching around him with the desire to feel him go deeper. Thrust in harder.

Chanyeol’s groans were increasing in volume, occasionally a moan leaving him at how beautifully tight your virgin body was. If he could he would’ve added a second finger to heighten and intensity the pleasure but you were too tiny for that. He was lucky the one fit. It wasn’t only that either, there was also the possibility that it’ll break your virgin barrier, which would result in more pain than just entering you fully. Decidedly he sticks with the one.

You grabbed a hold of him, your head tossed back against the pillows in the pure ecstasy that’s clouding your mind. You mewl out Chanyeol’s name for the first time, pleading that he never stop. Your boyfriend grows hornier at the sound of his name falling from your lips before he’s quickly ceasing his activities. You whined at the loss, but soon forget it as you watch in awe when the man hurriedly begins to remove the remainder of his clothes. “Chan-!” you began confused, “-I can’t. I can’t wait any longer (Y/N), if I don’t have you now I’m going to lose it.” Chanyeol interrupted, his fingers shaky in their desinated need to free himself.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, is what you wished to say but the words got caught in your throat the moment Chanyeol removed his boxsers. Your eyes widened slightly at his size. Its clear now, books simply have no justice. Its not like you didn’t see it coming, you did hear that tall guys have, well…

Chanyeol hovers above you once his clothing was discarded and you blink up at him, wondering why he didn’t enter you already? Isn’t that what they do? Quick and forceful right, to make the pain hit you all at once instead of it flowing through you while they’re going in and out?

Regretfully you have read too many books.

You watch Chanyeol as he reaches down between your bodies and grabs a hold of his leaking cock, he slowly smearing the pre-cum around the length, you guessing to slick it up. When you presume that it’s been enough he gingerly rubs the tip against your entrance, your swollen clit, using the cockhead to collect all your escaped juices. A choked moan is loudly heard resonating the bare walls at the delicious feeling. You were unable to figure out what he was trying to acomplish by doing this given the outstanding pleasure but you knew you never wanted him to stop.

Chanyeol grunts and growls in your ear, his breath hot against your sweaty skin. He wants to fuck you so bad, that much was clear but the realization that there will be pain on your end forces him into second thoughts. As for right now he was trying to wet himself the best he can with his and your cum, eager to think it’ll make the intercourse less stressful.

Having figured out his ordeals you smiled warmly. With the thought in mind of wanting to pleasure you before hand so it’ll make the real thing much more favorable, swells your heart expedentuly. Still for him to suffer just for this simple action was cruel. “Its okay Channie, I want this… I want you. I don’t dread it as much anymore, not when I know you’ll make me feel good till the end. So please stop holding back, you need to feel me around you just as much as I need to feel you inside me.”

Chanyeol understands your pleads and pulls himself up, moving your hips closer to his own by your thighs. He positioned himself at your entry, a worried gasp heard from your different sizes. You were little, he was big, just how did he expect to fit?

There’s a apology heard that cuts through the awful silence, their voice strained and apologetic, the fingers that lie at your hips strong and sturdy. You had thrown Chanyeol a confused look for the sudden strange of behavior, your mouth opening to ask what for but his hips stop that question instantly.

With just one powerful thrust forward he breaks past your hymen, completely stuffing you with his cock to the hilt. You cry out immediately, tears hurriedly blurring your vision as an intense unforgivable pain shoots throughout your being. Sobs are ripped from you, fingers tearing at the bedsheets underneath them in the strong need to get some type of release from the agony. Chanyeol’s apologies are continuous in your ear, worried you’d never forgive him if he stops. 

Your boyfriend  leans down and kisses your tears, prying your hand from the abused bedsheets, where in turn meets them with his own, interlocking your fingers together beside your head. The walls within clench and constrict around the forceful intrusion, eager to memorize the feeling of being filled of something other than your fingers.

You couldn’t begin to imagine how good it must feel for Chanyeol, with the way you’re swallowing him up, the tightness around his cock that not even his hand can come close to bringing. It must be taking all his will power not to move.

Chanyeol looks down at you, sheer concern for your well-being written clearly in his eyes. Lust lies there too but his worry overpowers the emotion. You give him a pained smile, tightening your fingers around his in emphasis. He had hissed in pleasure when he moves in to kiss you, a whine from you at the mixture of feelings of pain and pleasure. It’s by the next couple of seconds that the pain has decreased and in the need to continue you beg Chanyeol to move. To do something that would make the pleasure engulf you endlessly.

The man is reluctant at first but does as you ask in the end. You looked down when he pulls out to catch a glimps of red but before you could actually decipher why it was there Chanyeol was kissing you again, keeping you from furthering your suspicion. “I’m sorry, please don’t look baby.” He pleads against your kiss-swollen lips, his pace slow and steady. You nod, the bliss of his movements between your legs was more important to keep your mind on anyway.

It’s when the pain is gone and you were happily moaning his name in ecstasy that Chanyeol picks up the tempo of his hips, gradually speeding up in the desire to hear his name leave your lips again and again. You circle your arms around his back, your fingers docile at first but becoming harsh the more pleasure that washes over your senses. Like this you could feel every muscle react, flexing from all the work he’s putting in to to get you feeling good.

In response your legs spread wider apart, craving to feel every inch of him enter and leave your body in the swift thrusts. Your moans grow in quality, becoming more sexier, hotter as do Chanyeol’s but neither care if the other is being too loud or not specifically because the ecstacy that’s coaursing through each other’s veins was too exhilarating not to be loud upon.

In the end your boyfriend was right. This did feel good, like blissfully amazing good. Every push of his hips, every thrust that somehow always hits a different spot every time entered, the bounce your breast do whenever he quickens his pace, the pleasureable burning in your belly you get whenever your orgasm nears, the sound of skin slapping skin, the mingling of sweat from your bodies the more you move and mend together as one. It’s all so wonderful. You had already forgotten where Chanyeol starts and where you end.

What was the worry of being scared when all these emotions, these feelings, these sensations, experiences were in store. It was nothing you could ever conjure up. Masterbation simply has no comparison, it’s shameful compared to this. Sex with the one you love is so much more meaningful, it expresses one’s true love for another with just one heavy activity.

Your fingers claw down Chanyeol’s back when you lift your hips to meet his rapid thrusts, the slight rolling of your hips beyond describing and the man moans huskily, your name in tow.

He slows then he speeds up, creating a friction that’s beyond imaginative. It drives greater pleasure into you than the last. Sweat rolls down Chanyeol’s forehead from the intensity of his actions, the force that he brings forth to please you. The flavor of it against his neck on your tongue, sweet and salty. Chanyeol wasn’t very vocal but his breathing was loud and horase in your ears, his hips sloppily moving in time with your tight rolls.

“Chanyeol?” You had whimped when he suddenly stops. You were so close too. Said person doesn’t respond, instead he grunts and quickly pulls out of you.

You gasp. White. The scent of cum.

Chanyeol was cumming on your stomach. You shiver at the beautiful sight of him getting off, at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue like velvet. The look on his face however takes the cake. He trembles while he strokes himself through his intense orgasm, his cum shooting all the way onto your breast. It’s once he has none left to sprout that he lays atop of you, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

“I apologize, I couldn’t last any longer, not after how good it felt with you around me. So hot and tight and wet.” Chanyeol whispers into your sweaty skin once he slows down his erratic breathing. He soon pulls himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you with his weight.

You smile tiredly, swear rolling down your neck. You stroke his damp hair, moving the loose strands that fell into his eyes over. “Its alright babe, you made me feel good that’s all that matters.”

“But it’s not, you didn’t get off, how is that alright?” He argues. Your mouth opens to tell him that you were fine with that but Chanyeol is stubborn. Moreover he is quick in his movements.

With him between your legs now, you gasp. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was aiming to do and upon realizing, a dark blush rushes upon your cheeks. “One way or another you will reach your own orgasm. I’m not a selfish bastard that just leaves my girlfriend hanging.” Having gotten that out of the way Chanyeol grabs a hold of your knees, spreading them apart nice and wide before he leans in.

Dragging his his tongue against your sex you let out a strained cry, your legs trembling at the dirtiness. How is it so wrong…yet so right!? Letting go of one of your legs he circles your assaulted slit with a deft finger, collecting the mingled cum, before sliding it inside.

His tongue is quick to match the rhythm of his fingers, going both fast and deep. Chanyeol soon slides in another and you jerk violently, the unfairness that he’s only attacking your clit with his tongue making it seemingly impossible to hold back your climax.

You comb your fingers through his hair, pulling at it in either the desperate need to pull him closer or to drag him away, whichever one you didn’t know. Didn’t care. He moans at your reactions, at the acknowledgement of how desperate you were with wanting to come and for that he speeds up. You moans grew louder.

It seems that Chanyeol’s ignoring the ache in his jaw, focusing on only pleasuring you. Its sweet but still unfair. It had been when you begin to spasm that he knew you were nearing. So angling his thrusts he aims for your g-spot, building onto your rushing orgasm. He doesn’t once slow.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You scream out Chanyeol’s name the moment you come, your mind going blank within a matter of seconds, the vision behind your eyelids whitening. It’s so overwhelming that your body shakes in the quakes of pleasure, the bliss beautiful as you reach satisfaction.

Chanyeol smiles pleased before pulling himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he lays himself beside you. You turn to face him when you regained your sanity, your body shaky from the aftershocks. He sees this and smiles scooting over closer to you. He wraps a protective arm around your waist, resting his chin atop your head.

“Thank you, Chanyeol.” You murmur, snuggling closer into his warm embrace.

“For what?” He inquires.

“For everything. You showed me how wonderful losing my viginity was. Your erased my fears, gave me a whole new experience I didn’t imagine possible. I don’t think I could have done it with anyone other than you. For that I’m thankful.” You admit, closing your eyes. The exhaustion was really weighing you down.

Chanyeol smiles brightly at your confession. “I love you (Y/N), of course I’m going to give you everything you least expect from your first time. That’s the type of boyfriend I am. I don’t believe in just one of us getting off while the other doesn’t. You’re my princess.”

You feel tears well up in your closed eyes. “I love you too, Chanyeol. I’m really happy I agreed to this.”

“So am I, (Y/N).” Having said this Chanyeol reaches over and pulls the covers over your bodies, wiping his cum off your breast and stomach the best he could with the duvet before moving in closer to your sleepy form. He chuckles at how cute you were while sleeping before he takes a deep breath. “I’m definitely the luckiest man alive to have you in my life, there’s no doubt about that.”

You smile at that, drifting off. 

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

EXO'rdium - By Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 3,991

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Blow jobs, Rough sex, Slight voyeurism, Masturbation, Multiple orgasm, Teasing, Love Bites, Smut & Fluff.

Summary: Chanyeol had invited you to watch EXO's concert, The EXO'rdium, thinking that you'll get a kick of having front row seats backstage, but what he didn't expect was just how much watching him would effect you.

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You toss your head back, small inaudible moans coming from your mouth, the disheavied image that you've envisioned of your boyfriend's handsome face plaguing your conscience. You were so close too and given that you weren't too enthused about ending yet, only made the heat in the pit of your belly tighten.

You gasp Chanyeol's name the closer you reach that heaven known as your orgasm, your legs spreading wider on reflex, toes curling. The wave of unyielding pleasure didn't nearly last as long you hoped for your body quickly spasms in the bliss of your satisfaction. You cry your boyfriend's name one last time, fingers digging into the couch cushion before they finally relax. However, having been too overtorn with your beautiful white haze, you hadn't realized of the person standing at the door before you.

It wasn't like you didn't want to get caught, because honestly what would be the fun in that, no you Initially left it unlocked, therefore the person before you could see; could witness your situation. And that he had.

Chanyeol continues to stare at you with a shocked look on his face, his mouth ajar in utter disbelief. You couldn't help the grin that grows upon your lips at his wonderful reaction, of how adorably cute he looked. Slowly you trudge over towards him, giving more sway to your hips then necessary, before you're yanking the perplexed man by his loose shirt further into the room, forcing him down half his height where you crash your lips against his. It was rushed and lust driven, there being no passion even for the slightest, but that was the point. You wanted him to feel your frustration, to taste it.

With the door shut you push him back, pressing your body against his taller leaner one. Chanyeol gasps at your sudden action, knowing all to well what got you like this, and if he were to be truthful you knew he'd spill just how much he was enjoying it.

And as though he read your mind, Chanyeol smirks, regaining what composure was lost and kisses you in return. He tangles his hand through your hair, the other tightly wrapped around your small waist. A moan erupts from your locked lips at his welcomed acknowledgment, you leaning further up on your tip toes for better access.

Chanyeol wasted no time before he's deviling his tongue down your throat, already making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately, far too soon your boyfriend pulls back to capture your lost oxygen. Naturally from how turned on you was could care less about a little problem such as that so in advance you lean back on your toes and kiss him again, this time swallowing him. Though unlike before, you go slow bringing more passion to it than lust. Chanyeol had no objections for he complys, his lips moving in time with yours, teeth biting down at your swelled lips.

Once the kiss ends however you look up, staring into his dark eyes, your heartbeat picking up in pace as he looks so much sexier in person then on that TV screen. All sweaty and breathing heavy, your clit just throbs in the desire of his touch, to finish what you clearly desired.

"Did you enjoy the show (Y/N)? By what you were doing I'd say so." Chanyeol grins triumpt, his grip around your back tightening, nails digging into your spine as he pulls you impossibly closer to his aroused body.

You scoff, buring your face in his neck, wrapping your leg around his own, where you push your pussy against his thigh. "I did, now why don't you do something about it." You demand, reaching up to grab a fistful of his hair, lightly tugging back at the strands. "Or would you rather watch me do myself?" Gingerly you nibble at Chanyeol's neck, moaning at the wonderful scent of the mingled cologne and sweat.

You don't give him a chance to answer back as you retreat back to the couch across the room. On your way you pull your dress over your head, your shoes following. You smile gleefully having heard Chanyeol choke on his words before you're turning around to see it for yourself. In your bra and panties you sit down, spreading your legs wide, hands between them. Just teasingly you pull at the strap of your garter, hearing it snap against your skin whence you let it go.

Bitting your lip you smirk as Chanyeol watches you through hungry eyes. Perhaps you shouldn't have choose such a scandalous set. You roll you eyes, a scoff erupting from your throat, yeah, serves him right for teasing you with that rude fucking dance. Those thrusts, those body rolls, those fucking lip bites, you knew he was teasing you and god was it torture. Naturally you did what any girl would in that situation.

Much to your delight it didn't take long before Chanyeol was pushing you down against the arm of the couch, his legs spreading yours apart. He leans down and kisses at your neck, tasting your delicate skin with his teeth. He growls at your taunt and you let out a small moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. "Fuck (Y/N), if I would've known how much it turns you on to watch our concerts I would bring you more often. Like damn, I can't even begin to explain how fucking sexy you look right now."

"Perhaps next time you should practice that dance on me instead of that cane." You lean up on your elbows to nibble at his earlobe. Chanyeol groans, anticipated. "I promise I'll be a wonderful candidate. Hell I'll even cooperate...if you like?" You hiss, moving your hips up in emphisis against Chanyeol's strained groin, your legs latching behind his own to pull him closer. You wanted to feel his dick against you, to encourage your temptations.

Chanyeol moans at your movements, overwhelmed on how hot and bothered you've gotten from just one simple dance, although he should have seen that coming, you think. Having been too caught up into your thoughts you hadn't realized what Chanyeol had done next and upon feeling it now you toss head back in pleasure, your boyfriend's knee pressing between your legs. He elects forced moans of pleasure out of you.

Chanyeol yanks at your hair, and you whine eager, wiggling underneath him, your clit rubbing against his knee between you. Okay this was far worse, you conclude. Your boyfriend lets you have your fun of rubbing yourself against him, before he eventually pulls away. You groan at the loss, not nearly finished but, Chanyeol shushs you, assuring that he would give you something far better. You didn't doubt it either.

Your boyfriend hastily yanks you down the couch, unsnaping your clips, where he removes your panties and garter belt. He leaves your stockings on however, because you knew how much he loves to feel the silk against his palms when he pounds into your pussy. Of course you don't dare refuse and quickly lift your hips.

With those awful restraints gone, Chanyeol spreads your legs wide, making himself even more comfortable there. He takes in the beautiful sight, your glistening folds begging for something, something he eagerly wants to contribute. You boyfriend licks his lips seductively, smiling wide before he turns his head, feathering kisses up your leg. It wasn't what you were expecting but right about now you honestly could care less, as long as his mouth was on your body, you were fine.

You vastly remember what this felt like, that wonderful mouth pressed against you in places you didn't begin to think were so sensitive until now, of the feel of his breath caressing your gentle skin, god it had been far too long. With him being gone for so long, with his career and everything, your body visably shivers in the desire for more.

Chanyeol observers your every reaction as he moves up, leaving trails of licks and love bites up the bareness of your thighs until he inevitably reaches his destination. You bite your lip, running your fingers through his damp hair, encouraging, begging.

Your boyfriend just smirks at your pleads, internally aching to give you what you seek, interlocking his fingers with yours. You tighten the grip the moment his tongue meets your core, a hoarse moan of bliss erupting from your lips. Chanyeol merely groans at your sounds, pressing his tongue flat against your clit, savoring your wonderful taste that has been long forgotten to him. The hand that rests in his hair tugs harshly in some desperate need of leverage, your legs quivering beside his head.

"Hmm, Chanyeol..." You choke out, bucking your hips against his lips, sweat lightly beginning to litter your body as the rooms temperature suddenly increased in degrees.

Sloppily your boyfriend eats you out, sucking greedily at your already sensitive bud, making ungodly noises the more your own cries increase. He does this for a while, sucking your sweet cum right out of you until he deemed you were ready for him. Which honestly wouldn't be too much longer if he kept up this pace.

Chanyeol drags his tongue across your dripping hole, licking up the sweetness your realising, groaning at the feel of your walls tightening around his tongue as he makes is way in. You pant loudly, cursing in the overwhelming euphoria as Chanyeol literally fucks you with his tongue.

Now moving away from you Chanyeol adds a finger, a cry unexpectedly emerging from within. "Oh, god! Ahh fuck!!" You whine, lip between harsh teeth. Chanyeol enjoys the sight of your current state, overly pleased that it was him who was making you overtorn in bliss. Soon enough he complies with his mouth again.

Chanyeol thrust the finger in fast, groaning at the feel of your slick walls around it, seemingly driving himself insane to the brink of his own control to fuck you senseless. He licks at your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue before he begins lightly nibbling at it. You curse, Chanyeol's hand around yours gripping the delicacy of your fingers as he works both the skilled appendages against you.

Gradually slowing the pace of his thrusts, your boyfriend curls the finger up against your sweet spot and instantly you scream his name, unconsciously pushing his face further against your pussy as you begin to feel your orgasm rush, hips rocking against his face.

Chanyeol obeys the silent need you were producing and goes faster, suckling you clit into his mouth with more force than the finger inside you was. Of course you don't mind you wanted this release, it had been far too long since you have gotten off with anything of Chanyeol's, and if you were to be truthful you wouldn't have came with anything other than that but; when he's gone it obviously can't be helped.

By the time you're on that certain bridge again Chanyeol pulls back, you groaned in disappointment, tears nearly producing from the closeness of reaching satisfaction with your boyfriend. Chanyeol grins at you, that sexy smirk on his face, before he wipes his wet lips with the back of his hand.

Your boyfriend doesn't waste time and leans down, kissing your lips, you leaning up onto your arms for better access. Chanyeol merely takes it as an invitation to reach behind you and remove your bra. You moaned into him at the taste of yourself, feeling his hands pressing against the soft mounds whence he got the last restraints off and thrown somewhere in the room.

Finally Chanyeol proceeds to his own clothing, unbuckling his jeans and pushing himself off you and the couch to remove them completely. You enjoyed the view nonetheless, your eyes pleasantly focusing on the very obvious hard on in his boxsers. Lip between teeth you groan, eager to have him inside you, rightfully where he belongs.

You didn't give Chanyeol the time to finish however, as you pull him down by his waist. Naturally shocked your boyfriend couldn't help but smile, your needy fingers unbuttoning the pesky buttons upon his shirt. You rake what nails you had down his nipples, joyful of the deep husky groan that escapes him. Chanyeol chuckles then pushes you back, your fingers now clawing at his back, begging for that cock that your cunt so very much ached for right now.

Chanyeol's back arches the more your nails dig into his skin, breaking the skin as you leave red marks. Slipping his boxsers down your boyfriend grabs your thigh, placing it beside his waist before he's forcefully thrusting his cock inside you. Gladly you were soaked or else the insertion might of hurt a little. Not that you would have minded, you love the feel of Chanyeol entering you for the very first time, whether it hurts or not.

Moaning in pleasure, Chanyeol starts slow, allowing you to ajust to his size, your walls constricting around him from the forgotten feeling of being filled. Eventually he quickens his pace, burying himself even more deeper inside you with each passing thrust, electing sinful screams out of your mouth that you didn't know existed.

He purposely keeps this rhythm flowing, leaning down to your lips where he kisses you once more, forcing his tongue into your inviting mouth so he could swallow those beautiful noises of yours, whether it be to keep you quiet or just to feel you around his tongue, you weren't sure.

"Ahhh," You moan, breaking the kiss, "Channie... ah fuck!!" Your eyes rolling back as Chanyeol pistions into your pussy harder at the commentary, his own noises rising as your inner walls tighten around him in the desperate need to get off. And with how close you had been before, knew it wouldn't take much before your climax comes to greet you.

Fortunately, you wasn't ready to come yet, so you quickly jerk your hips down, causing your boyfriend to gasp ceasing his current movements from your walls squeezing around him. Having caught his attention you push him back, until he laid on his back. Chanyeol just looks at you confused but he doesn't stop nor question you, much to your delight.

You smile wide, leaning over him. "It's my turn." You purr, "How about I have some fun?" Moving away from Chanyeol's ear you meet his lips, trailing your mouth across his jawline, your tongue in tow behind. Ghosting your breath across his neck you inhale his strong scent, the intoxicating smell lingering even now. Slowly your tongue runs across the producing vain, suckling onto his tender flesh, creating a nasty hickey upon the junction of his shoulder.

Chanyeol groans gruffly at your actions, the thought of being yours turning him on even more. You continue your path down his front with your tongue, leaving butterfly kisses across his stomach, following the trail of hair that leaded to your destination. Chanyeol makes sure to watch, swallowing deeply upon the thought of what you were aiming for. You watch in awe as his cock bobs up against his abdomen in the excitement of you willing mouth.

Grinning you lick a stripe up the side, the tip of your tongue relishing the pleasantness of you and your boyfriend's sex, pre-cum beyond savoring. Chanyeol groans loudly, tossing his head back, adams apple bobbing in his constricted throat as he moans your name. You ears tingle at the breathtaking sound.

Further exploring your temptations you take Chanyeol completely, fluttering your eyes shut at the wonderfulness of your mingled cum. Your slow at your work at first, bobbing your head at a pace Chanyeol deems unforgiving before gradually picking speed. Purposely you drive him nuts, tonguing the underside of his dick with the tip of your tongue when you move back up, watching satisfied as Chanyeol shivers in pleasure, knuckles whitening from the strength of his grip upon the couch. Eventually those hands tangle themselves in your hair.

Chanyeol was noisy as you blow him, though his eyes never left you, he wanted to relish in this sight. Gladly you awknowladge his wishes. Bobbing your head a little faster you pull back, a line of saliva connects to your lips and his cockhead until you lick your lips, moaning low in your throat. You couldn't begins to explain how turned on you was by the sight that welcomed you. You wasted no time before you're back to sucking him.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him even farther, driving his cock as far as you could until you inevitably gagged, immediately retreating for air. You bite your lip, whining out loud when Chanyeol yanks at your hair, scolding you for the sexy look. Merely you chuckle, leaning back down to continue, adding your hand to bring a even greater outcome. Chanyeol curses loudly once you had, bucking his hips up into your mouth, the tip of his dick hitting your gag reflex. Not accidently either.

Upon pulling back for air you suck at his balls, taking them into your hungry mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Inwardly you smirk, licking strips up the underside then moving back. Chanyeol squirms underneath you, more curses heard under his breath, head thrown back against the couch arm.

Chanyeol pulls you back by the back of your hair, you take the hint instantly, hissing in slight pain. Of course you did deserve it for teasing him like you did. Soon enough he pushes you back, towing over your petite form. You smile presently surprised he lasted as long as he did, and to worsen it you sowly glide your tongue across your wet lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingers. Chanyeol growls at your dirty tease and reaches down, taking hold of his slick dick where he forcefully pushes it back inside you. You cry loudly, your walls unforgiving as they clamp down upon the intrusion. "Holy fuck, (Y/N)!" He gasps.

Chanyeol doesn't play around anymore, no he was full bent on lust and you could clearly see that by how he was fucking you. It wasn't nearly as slow and deep as before, now it was rough and fast. Just how you like it.

The room soon becomes a echo of hoarse moans, deep groans, loud cries and heavy pants of breaths. The sounds of sex are not once unnoticed to you, if anything the obscene sounds of your lovemaking just turns you on further. The sounds of skin slapping skin, the beautiful way Chanyeol moans your name in overwhelming ecstasy, god there was nothing more you would change, especially if the outcome of your actions would turn into this every time.

Chanyeol lifts you up from the current position, sitting you in his lap where he fucks you slow and raw. He grabs you ass, moving along with you, thrusting against your already sore pussy but from how good this was you could honestly care less. Your back archs when Chanyeol strikes that wonderful spot within you, his name rolling effortlessly off your tongue. Those hands find your breast, squeezing and massaging, well at least until they get too sensitive from being played with too much.

You throat sores from your ragged cries, and from what you could tell so was Chanyeol's, but neither of you gave a shit nor did it bring you to speed up. Fuck it had been, for what seems forever since you got to fuck your boyfriend, you'll be damned if you were going to come so soon.

Of course saying something and it actually happening are two completely diffrent things. Unfortunately misfortune has your side today as you feel your postponed orgasm nearing. And as much as you would like to hold out knew couldn't, not with how good Chanyeol was fucking you.

In the end you welcome it. Crying out in pleasure, you circle your arms around Chanyeol's shoulders harder, your erratic breaths at the junction of his neck increasing in volume. Voluntary your body begins to tighten, nails digging into his back as you reach your golden peak. You cry Chanyeol's name, your senses numbing, while your walls tighten and constrict around Chanyeol's cock.

Your boyfriend gasps loudly, his own fingers digging into your skin, creating crescents into your hips. He didn't even have to move, your walls alone were enough to bring him over the edge. And as expected your boyfriend moans your name, holding you close as he spills his cum deep inside you, teeth sinking into your neck to quiet herself. You howl in pain, your body shivering as you feel Chanyeol coating your walls in white.

Regaining what sanity you had left, you both fall back against the couch, lightly laughing as you just realize what you've done, and where no less. Chanyeol lays atop of you, sweaty and satisfied, his breathing beyond normal as he tries to steady it. Yours, however, was no better. "How you going to get away...with this one, babe?" You pant.

Chanyeol leans up on his elbows, smiling that gorgeous smile of his at you. "Like I always do, don't. What they don't know won't kill them."

You chuckle, passing your fingers through his hair, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. "Of course."

Chanyeol kisses you gingerly on the lips, smiling against your lips. You chuckle, enjoing the fluffyness you boyfriend portrays after sex. Its when Chanyeol pulls back, slipping out of you that his smile falters. Clearly he hadn't realized how much control he had lost. He looks at you worried, but you just pull him into your embrace. With his head against your breast, you reassure. "Don't worry I won't get pregnant. And if I did I would take full responsibility. I mean we've been together for almost 4 years, you can't tell me you haven't thought about it at least a little?"

Chanyeol lets out a deep shuttering sigh, listening to your slowing heartbeat. "I have but...what if I can't be there for him though? You know with my career and all?"

""Him"?" You repeat.

"Yes 'him'. It will be a boy (Y/N), no buts or questions about it, besides how else will it grow up to be like me?" You couldn't help but laugh, rolling your eyes. You had no objections, mainly because you've always wanted one too.

"You never cease to amaze me babe, you know that?" Chanyeol smiles, pushing himself up and off of you. You follow suit, sitting up. You watch as your boyfriend reaches for his discarded clothes but you stop him short. Reaching forward you pull Chanyeol towards you, circling his middle. You plant gentle peaks on his abdomen. "I love you, Chanyeol, I've loved you yesterday, loved you now, always have, always will."

Chanyeol snickers and you look up at him. "Did you get that off a cereal box?" He just couldn't help himself, you notice.

You push him back, lips in a pout. "Hey! Im being serious right now, Chanyeol why do you have to ruin my moment!"

He laughs, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Chanyeol leans down, wrapping his arms around you. "I still love you far more though."

You roll your eyes, "Bullshit, I've loved you for 8 years so ha." you throw back.

"Okay you got me. Now c'mon lets get dressed before the others blow their tops that I'm fucking you and their not."

"Why would they want to fuck me?" You giggle. now you couldn't help it.

"Chanyeol throws you that look and you couldn't resist the chuckle you let out at his cuteness. "You know what I meant, (Y/N)"

"Okay, okay. I'll be good." You give in. Chanyeol smiles and gives you one last kiss on the cheek before he pulls away to get dressed. You smile, placing your hand on your stomach, hope swelling inside your heart. If only...

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

Sweet Dreams - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 4,791

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Teasing, Blow jobs, Rough sex, Shameless smut.

Summary: It wasn’t like you personally asked for this. You just wanted to please your boyfriend, to help him in his situation, you just hadn’t expected what came next.

…

With him fully awake now Chanyeol presses hard kisses down your neck, roughly biting down on the sensitive flesh of your erratic pulse, his hands tightening around yours. You cried out horasly at the pain, your fingers digging into the sheets above you. On reflex you buck your hips against his groin, wanton for a reaction. Chanyeol definitely gives you one as he grunts at your eagerness, a hand trailing down to grip your waist as he thrusts his cock against your clothed pussy, not once allowing skinship. You gasp his name, satisfied at just how well aroused you have gotten him in such a short amount of time. Maybe a little too much.

“You’re such a bad girl, (Y/N),” Chanyeol hisses against your cheek, lust heard in his every word. He slides your shirt up, snaking his hand up to your breast, squeezing the soft mound, massaging your erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Teasing you in any way possible and you whined, moving into the blissful touch. “-sneaking in here, unannounced, helping yourself to my things, touching what you shouldn’t, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Having found your composure you smile. “What ever do you mean?” You blink up at him innocently. Chanyeol laughs at your response, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear, his grip anything but gentle. “Oh I think you do, I think you know real well what I mean. Don’t play with me, baby.” You noticeably shiver at the sound of his sexy voice so close, of just how deep and husky it gets when he’s horny. At this point you couldn’t wait for him to pound into your filthy cunt.

You meet his gaze when he pulls back, a burning desire in his eyes that you clearly don’t remember ever seeing. Of course you imagine yours were no better. A smirk grows on your lips as you recall just how you ended up like this. Of what you had done. Of what action brought your gentle, innocent lover to act this way.

Yes, you knew real well what he was taking about. And shamelessly…you regret nothing.

…

1 hour earlier

You knock on the door of your boyfriend’s studio, the papers he had asked for in hand. You didn’t know why he couldn’t simply get them himself, he was a grown man, and he sure as hell wasn’t helpless. You wrinkle your nose, possibly if you didn’t love him so damn much you probably wouldn’t have done it.

Wait…

No…you most likely would. You were a sucker for him and ultimately would do anything if you knew it’ll made him happy. The relization makes you groan, why do you have to be so helpful? You knock on the door again, harder this time. Whilst, by the fourth knock you say fuck it and just use your spare key to let yourself in. Well would have if the door hadn’t been unlocked.

Half the time you come by he had headphones on anyway, making it impossible to hear if anyone was at the door or not. You didn’t even want to think of what he would do if it weren’t you at the door.

Upon entering you look around, searching for your boyfriend. Having set down the papers you call out to him. “Chanyeol?” You trudge to his composing area, but oddly he wasn’t there.

As you continue through the studio, there still being no sign of him. You begin to think that maybe he left but if that were the case why was the door unlocked? You check the bathroom. Nothing. You call out his name again on your way to the bedroom.

A smile unconsciously grows on your face at the sight that welcomes you at the end of the hall. There was no way you could possibly be mad now, not with how cute he looked in his current state. Walking over to the sleeping man you make yourself comfortable next to him on the bed. He didn’t once stir and you reach forward, lightly pushing the loose strands of hair away from his face.

You smiled, he looked so peaceful like this, so relaxed, you didn’t have the heart to wake him. Besides you never really see him like this, not with how cram-packed his busy scedule is so you’d like to keep the memory alive.

You stroke his face with you small hand, listening to his steady breathing, savoring the softness of his skin against yours. You silently watch the slow rising of his chest, the bob of his Adam’s apple whenever he swallowed, almost mesmerized. Gingerly you trace your thumb across his strong features, from his ears to his eyes to his nose. However when you reach his lips, your touch lingers, somewhat yearning. You sigh, gliding your thumb gently across them, caressing his cheek once more before you pull away completely. Not once did he wake and for that you were greatful, namely because you didn’t want this moment to end yet.

In the end you let out a deep breath, giving in and letting him rest. You pull a spare blanket over his sleeping form, leaving the room afterwards in hope to fetch you something to drink, or a book to read to pass the time. However you soon discovered that all Chanyeol had around his flat were a bunch of unfinished lyric sheets and instrument scores. Guitar, piano, drums etc. Did the man even read? You think when you find nothing.

You huff out a deep breath, pulling out your phone, lightly rocking yourself in Chanyeol’s desk chair. You browse the internet, surfing the web for something sufficient to do. However as time passes not even that could reflect your everlasting bordom.

It had been nearly a half a hour now and you were just going to leave until you heard Chanyeol in his room. You get up from your seat to check on him only to find yourself disappointed. You turn to take your leave again since he wasn’t awake but the sound of your name from behind you ceased those actions.

Glancing over towards your boyfriend again, you see that he was still asleep. You hum, maybe he is just dreaming. Nonetheless you walk over to his bedside, sitting yourself down next to him again. He looked all flustered and sweaty and you reach out to check his temperature. “That’s odd he’s burning up.” You point out lowly.

Chanyeol stirs in his sleep, moving into your gentle touch and you begin to think he might have caught a cold.

Well…until you heard it.

“(Y/N)…” Chanyeol moans, your eyes widen at the exhilarating sound.

You were momentarily frozen, your brain taking in the beautiful sound of your name leaving his mouth in that certain manner. You haven’t heard him say it like that in months and honestly hearing it now makes you feel a little heated in certain areas. Aroused being the more appropriate word.

Dirty thoughts begin to make themselves known and you unable to resist them, test your theory. Having moved your hand down you take notice to just how erractic his hearbeat was underneath the loose shirt. Naturally your own quickens as you further your curiosity. You bite your lip, observing his face as you near your destination, searching for what you think might be wrong with him.

You gasp shocked as you were right. Lightly you press your hand down against your boyfriend’s crotch, feeling what’s beneath react to your touch. Chanyeol moaned louder this time, forcing his fully hard dick into your hand for more. “Hmm…(Y/N)…” He whimpers.

A grin widens on your face. You could have some fun with this.

Unfortunately your boyfriend didn’t know how to change out of his clothes before he falls asleep so you have to deal with his tight ass jeans getting in your way. Fortunately you don’t mind, at least he could look sexy as you play with him.

Slowly you caress your hand against Chanyeol’s bulging front, tracing your thumb across its length, observing as his handsome face shifts in pleasure. You do this for a while, wondering if he’d wake up from it but (fortunately) he didn’t. You giggle under your breath. “Let’s make those sweet dreams reality, shall we?”

Very carefully you unbutton his jeans, pulling down his fly, your eyes not once leaving his face. You climb over him, placing a couple kisses across his neck, listening to the way his panting increases. Gently you spread his long legs apart, resting yourself in between them. Your smile doesn’t once falter as you reach into the slit of his boxsers and take hold of his erect cock, pre-cum slicking your fingers and you inwardly moan. Fuck was this hot, you think in bliss.

Chanyeol groans horasly when his cock meets the bedroom’s cold air, kissing his flushed skin. You find joy in his need, and as much as you know it’s naughty of you to do this, can’t help but want to continue. Leaning over Chanyeol’s limp frame, your lips crash onto his sweaty neck again, descending butterfly-kisses down his front. You lift his shirt some, kissing the taught muscles that lie in his abdomen. Chanyeol’s breathing picks up and you grin over the control. Could it be called that if they didn’t know though? You shrug at your own question, caring less.

You throw in a couple of strokes on his dick every now and again, your tongue tasting whatever flesh it lands upon. Soon enough your lips meet your hand and without hesitation you lick the beading tip, moaning at the wonderful taste. Your eyes flutter closed as Chanyeol reacts loudly, his hips jerking up for more. You give it to him eagerly, re-opening your eyes so you could focus on his every reaction.

Taking Chanyeol’s pleads you lick at the tip, enclosing yourself around him as you begin to bob your head. You gradually speed up, your hand pleasing what your mouth could not. Chanyeol gasps loudly, his hand gripping the pillow behind his head desperately your name in tow.

While the stroking of your hand along with your mouth had Chanyeol going insane, you couldn’t keep it going too much longer as your mouth began to ache. But seriously how has he not woken up yet? “Hmm…baby.” Chanyeol whines, tossing his head back against the pillows, his fingers that dig into the piece of furniture threatening. His noises alone just makes you want to continue, to go faster, to take him deeper. You do willingly, swallowing him as deep as you could until you gagged.

Immediately you pull back for breath, though you don’t stop as you get right back to it, darting your tongue out to lick stripes of saliva up and down the sides of his cock, suckling the vein that pulses against your lips. You eventually proceed back up, digging your eager tongue into his leaking slit, welcoming the unpleasantness of his early ejaculation.

You lay all your focus on the swollen tip, sucking it into your mouth, your tongue circling around its sensitivity. Chanyeol shows wonderful reactions as he in his dreams was nearing his edge. You just smile, pleased that even when asleep you could drive your boyfriend nuts.

You really chased the urge to get him off, to haze his sleep deprived mind with nothing but overwhelming ecstacy. Which is why you pick up your pace, bobbing your head with more force, ignoring the ache in your jaw to the best of your ability. However before you could even get the chance you feel a strong hand tangle itself in your hair, pulling at the strands with more force than necessary. It brings you to look up, your eyes meeting the frantic ones of your boyfriend, his face full of confusion and lust. Damn it, so close, you pout.

You smile. “Good morning babe. Did you sleep well?” You had asked the perplexed man, slowly gliding your hand across his cock, collecting the warm pre-cum with your thumb. Chanyeol gasps at the sight before him, a strained moan heard erupting from his throat as he begins to register just what was happening.

He opens his mouth as if to ask what you were intending but you shush him beforehand. “Shh, baby, don’t ask questions, just enjoy what you’re receiving, okay?” You tell him in that cute voice of yours. “Okay? Okay.” Quickly you go back to your previous action, taking Chanyeol’s cock into your mouth, intent on bringing that wave of ecstasy back. It wasn’t even that either you were really just having too much fun blowing him that you weren’t ready to put it to a end. Turns out blowing Chanyeol was your guilty pleasure.

Chanyeol moans raspy, eyes falling shut as he drowns in the wonderfulness of your skilled mouth. Your boyfriend grabs a hold of your hair again, thrusting his cock up into your throat, feeling your gag reflex react to his harshness. You moan around him, purposely creating vibrations to rock throughout his dick, giving him a even greater outcome of pleasure.

Eventually you get worn out and pull back, taking a mini-break to pull the jeans and boxsers down so you could take him further. Chanyeol had no objections as he lifts his hips off the bed. You only pull them down a little bit, just enough to expose his crotch area completely. With no clothing left in your way you proceed, kissing wet kisses down his cock, taking his balls into your mouth were you lightly suck at them. Chanyeol gasps your name, telling you how amazingly good your actions felt. Internally you grin in triumph.

With Chanyeol’s cock all nice and wet from your mouth you begin to stroke him, your mouth suckling him down your throat. You close your eyes, your pussy aching in the desire to be touched and as much as you wanted to satisfy yourself wouldn’t because Chanyeol’s pleasure always came first in a blowjob.

Unconsciously the hand in your hair tightens, yanking at it in the desperate need to reach his golden peak and if you were to be truthful it just turns you on further, driving you to go faster. You were determined to finish what you started.

Whilst, as much as you wanted to continue, Chanyeol could not, he was fuming with the desire to fuck you, and honestly you were too. With having no control left Chanyeol hastily reaches down pulling you over him. You willingly obey his silent demands, meeting the lips that crash against yours, matching the dance that Chanyeol sets with his tongue.

You hover above him breathless after he separates with you, your arms wobbly from holding yourself up for so long. Chanyeol seeing your state leans up to kiss and suck at your neck, creating a hickey upon your pure flesh, marking you as his property. You moan out loud, running a hand through his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as he breaths into your heated skin.

Chanyeol soon moves up, taking you with him till your on your back, dominating you in a instant. At the near edge of the bed, your boyfriend roughly grabs your wrist pinning them above your head. You lightly laugh as you take notice to just how close you was to falling off the bed. Chanyeol ignores your discomfort, spreading your legs where he makes himself comfortable, your skirt rising up your waist.

With him fully awake now Chanyeol presses hard kisses down your neck, roughly biting down on the sensitive flesh of your erratic pulse, his hands tightening around yours. You cried out horasly at the pain, your fingers digging into the sheets above you. On reflex you buck your hips against his groin, wanton for a reaction. Chanyeol definitely gives you one as he grunts at your eagerness, a hand trailing down to grip your waist as he thrusts his cock against your clothed pussy, not once allowing skinship. You gasp his name, satisfied at just how well aroused you have gotten him in such a short amount of time. Maybe a little too much.

“You’re such a bad girl, (Y/N),” Chanyeol hisses against your cheek, lust heard in his every word. He slides your shirt up, snaking his hand up to your breast, squeezing the soft mound, massaging your erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Teasing you in any way possible and you whined, moving into the blissful touch. “-sneaking in here, unannounced, helping yourself to my things, touching what you shouldn’t, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Having found your composure you smile. “What ever do you mean?” You blink up at him innocently. Chanyeol laughs at your response, lips pressed at the shell of your ear, his grip anything but gentle. “Oh I think you do, I think you know real well what I mean. Don’t play with me, baby.” You noticeably shiver at the sound of his sexy voice so close, of just how deep and husky it gets when he’s horny. At this point you couldn’t wait for him to pound into your filthy cunt.

You meet his gaze when he pulls back, a burning desire in his eyes that you clearly don’t remember ever seeing. Of course you imagine yours were no better. Chanyeol reaches down further between your legs, moving aside your soaked panties where he teases your clit with his fingers. You groan, arching against him, eyes falling shut as pleasure washes over your senses.

You want to hold him, to grab onto something as leverage, but Chanyeol’s grip around your wrist made it strictly impossible. You whined unpleased, wiggling underneath him in the need to feel his fingers press against you harder, his name effortlessly falling from your lips. You pleaded, that he take you now but as expected Chanyeol just shakes his head remarking lowly. “Oh baby I don’t think so, it’s my turn to play.” He nibbles at your earlobe, sliding his middle finger inside you to further prove his point.

You whined welcomed, begging for more. Said person just smirks at your silent pleads. Nonetheless he complies, thrusting the finger in and out of you slowly, fucking your tight walls with his skilled fingers. It wasn’t nearly enough to make you come but if he continued with more force it could.

You claw at the hand around yours the faster Chanyeol goes, spreading your legs further apart, grinding up so his finger would go deeper inside you. Which does in earnest, your eyes rolling back in their sockets at the amazing rapture that clouds your brain. Chanyeol smirks at your need, at the way you shamelessly beg for his cock.

Chanyeol let’s go of your wrist, holding himself up better as his other continues its actions between your legs. With your hands free, you circle them around his back, digging your fingers into his skin as you lift your hips. You boyfriend growls at your movements, determined to tease you but his desire to fuck you was starting to run thin. At least that much you could see.

In the end he gives in to you, removing his finger from your soaked cunt. You watch anticipated as Chanyeol reaches for his cock, stroking himself a couple times before he moves closer to you. You moan his name wantonly when he runs his cockhead against your clit, weting you with himself. He soon slides the tip inside your soaked begging hole, your walls tightening in the want of it.

Chanyeol closes his eyes, drowning in the euphoria of his lingering dream, as he displays it to you. He was taking too long however in putting his cock inside you so in your resolve you grip his ass, forcing him forward till he was to the hilt, your hips rising to push his cock further inside. Chanyeol gasps your name, pleasantly surprised to say the least at your impatience.

You take control for a while, grinding your hips against his own, rolling them in tight circles so he could feel every muscle of your hot walls grip him. You too find bliss in it, your back arching in the rapture. Chanyeol groans, digging his fingers into your hipbones, his nails creating crecents in the tender flesh. He stops your movements almost desperately, telling you that if your were to continue he wouldn’t be able to control himself from cumming.

You listen to his pleads, not ready to stop this erotic dance between you two. When you do Chanyeol takes over, rocking his hips slowly against yours, pulling his cock in and out at a pace you beg to say is too torturous but you take it nonetheless. You moan Chanyeol’s name as he gradually quickens his movements, tossing your head back.

You boyfriend takes greed in your outstretched neck, suckling at the sweaty flesh before moving up to your ear. His moans and pants are constant, his hot breath so close that brings you chills, adding a added delight to his current actions between your legs. You claw at his back, lifting your hips in the need for his cock to go in deeper. Seeing this Chanyeol pounds into you, fucking you so good you think you see stars.

“Ahh…Hmm Chanyeol!” You whine loudly, your legs quivering beside his own as you worship the mixture of pain and pleasure that Chanyeol was displaying. Your noises rise the more your boyfriend continues, causing you to near your climax almost too soon. You wasn’t ready to meet your ‘O’ yet so you move your hips down causing Chanyeol to stop his actions instantly.

He pants harshly, “What the fuck, (Y/N), are you trying to make me cum?” Chanyeol says out of breath, sweat rolling down his neck and forhead, his hair sticking to him. Though even all sweaty and tired he still looked hot as hell.

You meet his lust-filled eyes with your own, attempting to steady your erratic breath. “No, are you?” You rasp out. He looks at you as though to answer you, to strike back but in the end he says fuck it and just kisses you. Though surprised you close your eyes, moaning against him. Chanyeol devils his tongue into your mouth, making you even more breathless than you already was.

You run a hand through his damp hair, forcefully pulling him harder against your lips, the other digging into his arm. Chanyeol on his elbows runs his hands through your own, tangling them there before he begins to move his hips again. You mean to break the kiss at the wonderful new experiences of his tongue and cock combined but Chanyeol doesn’t grant you that access. He kisses you until your blue in the face, and when finally does let you go you greedly gasps the room oxygen, sucking the sweet air into your tired lungs.

Moving back up, Chanyeol quickens himself, fucking your walls so hard you worried he’d break them from his strength. Of course that was physically impossible but that’s all you could describe at the moment.

Reaching down your caress Chanyeol’s cock as it goes on and out of you, mesmerized that something as endowed as him could fit inside you. You were just so small in frame it worried you sometimes. Your boyfriend does everything and anything in his power to please you, even if he gets nothing in return.

Chanyeol moans at the feel of you touching him, bringing a pleasure he didn’t know existed. You soon however move your fingers to your clit, where you rub yourself in time with your boyfriend’s wonderful thrusts.

Chanyeol unable to stand you doing it yourself however takes over, rubbing the sensitive bud. You whimpered, unaware of just how close you was to your climax and in your way of postponing it your jerked away, unaware of the squeezing of your walls upon Chanyeol’s cock within you. The man loudly groans in pure ecstasy, his fingers ceasing their actions upon your clit.

Nearly too soon Chanyeol comes back to reality, going back to the task at hand. You had no objections at first, but when he begins to rub your clit again you worry you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from cumming this time. Slightly disappointed that you wouldn’t cum with your boyfriend give in, letting the waves of rapture wash over you.

You scream Chanyeol’s name when your orgasm hits you, your body unconsciously moving away to rid of the overstimulation that Chanyeol continues to bring. Your boyfriend watches you as your face blooms with pleasure, his name continuously rolling off your tongue.

The beautiful sounds of his name in such a tantalizing manner just forces Chanyeol to fuck you harder, driving your oversensitive body to shiver and quake beneath him. And even in the aftershocks of your last orgasm does your body react to him, your walls throbbing and tightening in the want of another. Chanyeol leans down to your neck, breathing in your wondrous scent as he fucks you completely raw.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, your sensitive body trembling with all the pleasure that Chanyeol forces upon it. He doesn’t even care if you couldn’t take anymore he just keeps his erotic pace going. Whilst, when you reach your second orgasm does Chanyeol finally give in to his own.

Swiftly your boyfriend pulls out of you, moving over your tired limp body where he strokes himself off the rest of the way. He groans and grunts, crying out your name horasly when he finally reaches satisfaction. And when he does he cums right on your face. Gladly your head was back, so most of it landed on your neck. You moan otherwise, quivering at the feel of it against your flushed skin.

Looking up at Chanyeol you watch as he calms from his high, the hand around his dick twitching as he attempts to slow down his breathing, to reclaim his brain that was still in cloud 9. You could tell just from the hazed look in his eyes that he hadn’t gotten off that good in God knows how long and honestly it makes you proud.

Finding himself he looks down at you, a satisfied smile growing on his lips. You match his smile reaching up to stroke his cheek in your hand. Chanyeol moves down to give you one last kiss, tasting his cum that landed upon your lips. Oddly enough he seemed to not care.

It was when he pulled away that you asked. “Did you have to cum on me, Chanyeol? What was wrong with my pussy?”

Chanyeol laughs at your question, taking in the work he had done to you. He soon reaches behind him for the tissue box inside his nightstand. He pulls a couple out before turning back. Gingerly he begins to wipe the cum off. remarking. “You deserved it for waking me up. Originally I wanted to do it with the blowjob but I couldn’t resist the urge to fuck you so I just waited until then.” Of course.

Lifting you up after he was done Chanyeol holds you to his chest. It wasn’t until then that you relized that you both still had clothes on. Chanyeol takes notice of that too and chuckles. “Guess we didn’t even care as long as nothing got in our way huh?” You nod, “Guess so.”

You stay like this for a while, allowing the image of your fucking to die down from each other’s brains, you mainly allowing the numbness in your legs to return. “You know,” Chanyeol starts, “-if I would’ve known how much you love to suck my dick when I’m asleep I would invite you over every time.”

You lightly shake your head. “Don’t get any ideas, I only did it because you were having a wet dream about me, I thought it’ll help. Of course I do love sucking your dick too.” You beam.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Chanyeol uses your own words against you and as much as you wanted to throw a comeback in his face couldn’t because you were too worn out to even speak correctly “Luckily you fucked me tired or else you’d be getting it good for using my lines.” You lowly murmur, closing your eyes, welcoming the fatigue in your bones.

Chanyeol hums, agreeing. “Who would’ve known me asking for my lyric sheets would result in a day full of mindblowing sex.”

“Hey just be thankful I came.”

“Yeah, twice.” Chanyeol jokes.

You couldn’t help but smile, too tired to laugh. “You’re such a asshole.“ 

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

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

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 4,693

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, dirty talk, slight dom/sub, multiple orgasms, Teasing, Shameless smut.

Summary: Park Chanyeol has been away for months, leaving you to take care of what he cannot, and the more you do the further the monster within you ready’s it’s pounce.

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You pushed Chanyeol into your shared flat, closing the door with your foot in your haste, hands immediately leaving your boyfriend’s chest to lock both the deadbolt and the chain in case any of his bandmates got any funny ideas of disrupting what you had planned for him. Both removing your shoes in your haste.

It wasn’t even selfish either, this was really, honestly the only time he was in town, the only time you get to have him all to yourself, to not be around his friends to discuss more idol topics you deem to say that you’re not a part of since you’re a nobody but they however remain to say different. Withal, this was your day, you only get this pleasure so rarely a year given your boyfriend’s busy activities and when it comes you make damn sure to take advantage of it.

In reality, (once the shoes were discarded) Chanyeol lifts you up in his strong arms, big callused hands all over your body in a heartbeat, in your hair, on your back, on your arms, your ass, your thighs, anywhere he could grab was enough and you moaned into your connected mouths, legs automatically circling his waist as he carries you effortlessly to the bedroom, lips not once unlocking from each other while his and your tongue frantically searched for one another in a filthy open-mouthed kiss. Eagerly seeking that stubborn dominance over one another.

Once in the bedroom Chanyeol doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him, instead he continues onwards until the back of his legs hit the edge of the queen-size mattress and he ultimately falls back on it. It wasn’t how you imagined he’d get on the piece of furniture but hey as long as your on it is fine with you.

Your kiss had broken, (of course) but that doesn’t stop you from climbing the rest of the way on top of him, hands lifting his shirt up to lather his gorgeous lean body with wet kisses. Chanyeol didn’t have a body as nice or full of muscles and abs such as Kai or Tao, not even after all the hard exhausting work he puts in to perfect his dancing, but he had plenty enough to be pleased to look at. (To you at least. You just weren’t picky). Fair skin, defined biceps, legs that went for miles, a beautiful smile. Yes everything your boyfriend had was all you could ever ask for.

You soon trail butterfly-kisses up his torso, lightly biting his ribcage just to hear him groan in that sexy deep voice of his, the fingers on your lithe hips strong but far from injuring. Unfortunately.

Chanyeol always tries to hold back on you, to be gentle and angelic and you can’t say you hate it, but sometimes you’d like it if he was a little rough with you, if he would bruise your body, mark you as his property. You’re not stating he doesn’t mark you at all or that he’s not a good lover (because that would be telling the biggest lie of them all) it’s more just there are times you bid to repay him back with your own special teasing ways.

Well tonight was one of those nights.

You were sick and tired of masturbating in the shower, on your shared bed, against the wall, on the fucking counter thinking of him, thinking of what dirty words he’d whisper into your ear if he found you trying to lessen your sexual tension for him, whether or not he’d pound into your cunt with his cock not only because you’ve been a naughty girl while he was away but also because he missed the way your tight irresistible walls felt around his dick. You wanted to take control for once, you chased the fantasy to be the one to see him wither in ecstasy and tremble in bliss underneath you, to whisper dirty encouraging words in his ear to hasten and intensify the actions.

You’ve simply never had the guts before, fortunately you’re not tonight. Or you’re just too horny to care or worry of fucking up.

“I missed you, Chanyeol.” You purred in his ear, voice low and hoarse as you bite his earlobe, your tongue tracing the boundaries of his sexy ears. Chanyeol groans expediently, his clothed erection grinding against your crouch on reflex. Your thighs start to tremble beside his waist at the action, the wetness in your panties building up as he consistently craves that blissful friction only you can forward.

“I can tell, fuck babe I need you so bad it hurts waiting. Jacking off with my hand doesn’t once come close to how good you feel around me. I’ve missed those slick, tight walls.” Chanyeol replies, his voice huskier than you last recall it to be but all in all it turns you on further. His voice alone is your porn.

You moan at his words before you start to trail up his body once more, removing the shirt on your way. Whence the shirt was discarded and somewhere lost in the room behind you, you travel a hand down to palm his hardness through his jeans. “Hmh,” he groans, “So good.” His cock pulses and throbs at your touch before you finally take time with undoing the tight restraints. Chanyeol (like always) doesn’t try to stop nor accompany you and rather let you take the desired pace.

Finally, when the jeans and boxers were slid down his legs and on the floor, you hastily grasped his fully erect cock in your humble hand, fingers experienced over the years as sticky warm pre-cum dirtied them. “F-fuck,” Chanyeol growls, his hips thrusting upward to greet your fist wantonly as his breaths grow more and more erratic. Chest heaving. Travelling further down the hard organ, now having his full on attention, you toy with his balls, lightly squeezing and massaging them between your slick fingers. He easily becomes a panting mess beneath you. Just like you wanted.

To further tease him, you stop all actions to throw aside your own clothing. (Chanyeol’s whine of protest being far too sexy than it should be when you had climbed off him. But you don’t complain otherwise, the wetness in your aching core just builds up because of it.) Luckily it was really easy to match your boyfriend, given your choice of attire.

Purposely you take your time, slowly sliding the jeans off your short legs, revealing more and more of your soft peach flesh inch by inch. The shirt goes next, then the bra. It was however when you were sliding the panties off that Chanyeol’s gaze grows hungrier, breathing growing in quality, the pre-cum spilling out of the slit of his dick increasing while his cock curves against his stomach in the anticipation to proceed. To feel you.

Whilst, when you were completely naked you literally pounce back on top of him, both moaning loudly at the feel of each other’s bare skin on one another. You reach down between your legs instantly to grasp the girth of his length, persistently yet teasingly lining him up with you so you could rub your wet core against it, his pre-cum slicking your pussy, the cum mingling with your own making you wetter, more hotter. “I’m so wet for you Chanyeol…” You panted, a loud shout of ecstasy leaving your lips as you rub his leaking cockhead against your swollen clit harder, “—you can’t imagine…how much I wanted you, wanted you inside me, how much I wish you to remain claiming me as yours. Pounding into me over and over till we’d be unable to fuck anymore.” The obscene sounds you both were creating alone was making you hornier. Of course, Chanyeol’s grunts and groans and gasps weren’t helping matters either and he threw his head back, hand coming down to circle your own smaller one. He now starts to guide his dick through the slick folds of your cunt, circling your slit and clit tauntingly, however making sure not to come close to entering you yet. It’ll ruin the fun, the teasing.

Enjoying this you was didn’t want his help though, because you wanted to control, you wanted him to feel the bliss. Thus resolving the problem you reached into your nightstand and grabbed two long ribbons, tying both his wrist to the metal headboard above his head. “I want you to watch me baby, to feel and experience how badly I’ve been craving you. Lusting over you.” You murmur as you finish knotting his wrists. He gladly nods without hesitation, the dark pools of his wide eyes dark and hazy with lust, pupils blown, mouth agape. You bite the inner of your cheek at how incredibly sexy he looks beneath you. You soon run your thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering shut, a mewl of pleasure escaping his throat. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing shakily the more he withdraws.

“I desire…to make you squirm, Chanyeol.” You whisper seductively, wiggling your core slowly against his groin, which easily makes him growl loudly, wrist meaning to catch you, but the restraints make it insufferable, the redness he’s bringing upon them not going unnoticed to you. You’ll take caution of it later.

“Yes, show me babe, show me how much you’ve needed me. Wanted me. Let me feel your overwhelming tension.” Chanyeol rasped, voice gruff as he tries to thrust into you for more but you don’t give him that wish. This was your tease, not his.

Instants later, after you get comfortable in his lap you lean forward to capture his lips with your own, Chanyeol eagerly parting them, to which you gladly take the invitation, tongue sliding inside. You explore the warm, moist cavern, from behind his teeth, to the roof of his mouth, to the positions of his cheeks, before you eventually meet his tongue breathlessly. Moments past that the kiss gets broken as you move to stroke him once more. Chanyeol instantly croaks your name in utter ecstasy.

What he’s not expecting though is the slow rubbing of your clit along his cock next that his moans grow far noisier. He bites his lip to hush himself but the feeling of you is too exhilarating to keep silent, so he merely lets them out carelessly. “Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” Chanyeol nearly yells, your own breathing heavy, while you cried your pleasure in his ears, hand holding his dick steady against you while you search for that overstimulating sensation known as your orgasm.

“Ahhh, C-Chanyeol, your cock feels so amazing.” You whine, lifting yourself up some before easing back down. The hardness of Chanyeol’s shaft against your sensitive pearl totally out beats your fingers, bringing your wanted orgasm to occur sooner than you like to. You barely got started damn it, you’ll be damned if you allow this overwhelming rapture to end! But even that seemed impossible considering you haven’t felt this amazing in months.

“Hmm, ahhhh, so-so perfect, you feel so good. I need more.” You mewl, your hot puffs of breath against the conjunction of Chanyeol’s neck. “I’m so close. Channie.” Your body unconsciously quickens its bouncing on top of him, the now unbearable feeling in the pit of your belly almost painful to recite. Even your limbs grew heavy and yet you still proceed to rub against your boyfriend’s cock like it doesn’t bother you one bit; his own noises causing your body to ignite, senses kicking into overdrive.

“Come on baby, cum for me, let me hear your sinful screams, my name leaving your mouth, I want to see just how much you missed my cock.” Chanyeol urges, his fingers gripping the ribbons around his wrist so tightly that you’re worried he might rip them if he continues, hips sloppily meeting on time with your own. It simply makes the friction all the more delicious.

The more your clit slides against him the hotter you get, the quicker your climax nears and in your lust filled mind you cry out in pleasure, fingers griping Chanyeol’s right bicep, stubbed nails clawing the muscles there, the constant flexing he’s doing with them from all his pulling driving you even more insane. He hisses in both the pain and the pleasure. Still, as much as you like to loosen the grip you found you couldn’t because for one it just felt too fucking amazing to dismiss, and two because he clearly was enjoying the mixture.

Your eyes soon close in a white haze and all you can see is Chanyeol, his manifestation as it contorts of pleasure from your doings, the sexy way he licks the corner of his mouth when he’s basking in concentrated pleasure, the loudness of his deep voice as it screams your name, hands finding purchase on your ass, your hips, to keep you against him for as long as he can, fingers deft in their designated place.

For what seems like an eternity to you does your body finally start to spasm, mouth voluntarily parting more, while the once heavy pants that were flaring up from your throat now grew uncontrolled and labored.

Then a massive wave of pleasure hits you tenfold and everything becomes white. You shout Chanyeol’s name, body trembling. Not once do you care whether or not someone hears you.

To you at this moment it seems like time slows, while you faintly feel like you’re releasing something below. Against Chanyeol’s chest now you shut your eyes, breath overly ragged and spotty as you try to calm down from your high. Body exhausted and numb.

It was when you felt arms circle your sweaty back that you slowly open your eyes to reality. You easily come to the realization that Chanyeol somewhere managed to rip the ribbons around his wrist while you were lost in your orgasms. You should be mad about it, but yet you wasn’t, (probably because they were cheap anyway), instead all you can do was smile satisfied, a faint pain jolting into your sides. You too figured that that was where his hands had been at the interim.

However, before you even had the prospect to register it he flips you around to where your back meets the bed. He leans down, a smile appearing on his gorgeous face, his voice dropping in your ear.“Now it my turn…to show you,” A tremor immediately evades down your spine creating goosebumps to rise on your skin as your crouch tingles. “I won’t hold back this time… Not that you’d complain otherwise, you like it when I’m rough don’t you?” He asks smugly. God he looks so sexy when he looks at me like that, you think.

You chuckle when you could breathe again, arms wrapping around his neck to draw him down further, tongue leaving your mouth to suck and taste the sweaty flesh of his neck, lightly biting his Adam’s apple. “I do.” You moan, passing your fingers through the soft tufts of his hair, your own voice a low purr. “I want you to bruise me, to prove to me precisely how much you wanted me, wanted my pussy. Release all the tension in me, please Chanyeol.” You confess. Your smile only widens as he leans down to kiss you, complying with his tongue trailing down your neck, to your collarbones, your breasts. A gasp leaves you, back arching off the bed when he takes hold of an erect nipple between his teeth, lightly squeezing and messaging the other soft breast in his hand. Chanyeol then runs that hand down your stomach, till he’s fingering the soft curls of pubic hair. Sliding through the folds of your soaked cunt now, long fingers find themselves effortlessly sliding into your slick-with-cum slit. “I make you so wet don’t I baby,” he groans, slipping those thick fingers into your hole deeper, digging them in harshly. You nod, mouth creating a perfect ‘o’ shape to let the loud whines out, legs opening wider, hips pushing against his hand for more.

“You have no idea.” You gasp, eyes squeezing shut as the more pleasure washes over you, your head thrown back in cloud nine. “I need more, please, I want you, I need you…” you panted, “—to fuck me. Chanyeol…please!” You beg helplessly, arms pulling him closer as he proceeds to tease your tight walls with his amazing fingers. It was when said fingers pressed against that certain spot that you screamed, a hand unconsciously pulling roughly at his raven hair.

Chanyeol takes this as a sign to seize his actions, and upon stopping his fingers you whimper unpleased having felt yourself nearing a second climax. “Channie,” you whine, hips grinding to find that seeked pleasure once more, but the fingers still refuse to move within you. Furthermore, with the way Chanyeol’s cock against your thigh was leaking pre-cum and pulsing proved he was seeking something just as proficient.

Running his thumb upward to your sensitive pearl now he begins to tease the bud in slow, agonizing circles, curling the two fingers still inside you in a come hither motion. “Scream for me baby, let me hear more of you. Once is never enough. You, your cries, pleads will never once be enough to quench my thirst for you. I need all of what your willing to offer.” He purrs, applying light pressure, sliding and scissoring his fingers inward and out of you again. You gasp at the combined feeling and willingly you scream for him, the sensitiveness of your post orgasm still affecting you. “Tell me again what it is you want from me babe?” He asks calmly, voice alluring.

Taking away his hand from your hole completely now, he moves his head down to your neck, where he bites and peppers new marks upon. The flesh beneath his mouth reddening. “Do you want my fingers?” He inquires huskily, moving further to your breast, taking each nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, littering each with care before he moves on to your stomach. “My cock?” He continues, dipping his tongue into your navel where you moan deeply, shivers shooting up and down your spine as he was nearing the spot you craved most attention on.

Presently at the inside of your thighs now he starts to feather you with teasing kisses, harsh hickeys and possessive bites. “My tongue?” He grins, lips shiny with saliva. You whimper loudly, responding eagerly. Chanyeol grin only widens. He moves closer.

Your shaking now, the need for him is driving you mad. And his reckless teasing wasn’t helping. You give in. “God, yes! Eat me out Channie, please. Please, only you can do it so perfectly! I want all of you! All of what you’re willing to give me.” You blurt out, having no restraint over your will to resist any longer, certainly not with how much he’s wanting to award you with that tongue.

Chanyeol smirk is wide as be spreads your thighs further apart, taking in the beauty of what you’re eagerly willing to contribute, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal. He growls hungrily. Leaning down Chanyeol licks a slow yet gentle drag up against your pussy, tasting the tang of both his and your juices. Of your cum. He moans at the acquired taste, the vibrations bringing an added delight, causing you to grip the duvet beneath you, knuckles whitening. Although, the blankets weren’t giving you much of a leverage so in advance you fetch for something else. Your boyfriend’s hair seemed sufficient. It was when you had that Chanyeol picks up the tempo of his tongue, licking, nipping, suckling ect. at the tender areas of your cunt. You wantonly beg for more of that skilled tongue.

Chanyeol gladly takes your plead.

Angling his head an inch Chanyeol begins to swirl his tongue in a clockwise motion, sucking sloppily at the peril of your clit before he adds his fingers again. Thrusting them in deep and harsh, jaw moving in time with his tongue to stimulate the sensations further.

Oh god was it working.

On the contrast you were a crying moaning mess below him, tears cornering your eyes at the overwhelming rapture of both the deft appendages. “H-harder, deeper. Channie, faster!” You panted heavily, the cries you’re mustering loud enough to dry your throat, bouncing off the hollow walls of the apartment.

Chanyeol like an obedient puppy obeys, the taut grip on his hair going unnoticed to him as he carries on. He digs his tongue to circle your slit now, sliding it in with the digits, lapping up the sweet, delicious taste of your cum, walls tight and squeezed around his fingers as he thrusts them in and out roughly yet not once removing them completely. “Oh, fuck! Channie, don’t hold back. D-don’t stop.”

He does this for a while until you you feel yourself nearing another climax and you pull Chanyeol off by his hair. You regret it but you want to have him within you when you cum, to have him feel your walls grip him. Chanyeol just smirks in triumph, meeting your eyes with desire-filled orbs, tongue seductively leaving his mouth to lick up his swollen lips, fingers not long after. He groans at the taste before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You whimper at the dirtiness of it, before leaning up to pull him forward, lips sliding with one another passionately. You taste yourself on his tongue instantly, the bitter unpleasant taste lingers in your mouth as you pull back.

“No more teasing, baby, please, I can’t handle it any longer, I need you inside me.” You breathe against his cheek, fingers far from gentle behind his back.

Chanyeol is quick to concur with you. Lifting you from the small of your back he scoots you up to the head of the bed, back against the plush pillows. He bites your earlobe, hissing. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” You shiver in greedy anticipation, his hands lifting you up onto his lap where he wraps your legs around his sharp hipbones till your practically sitting on his thighs. “—you’ll be bruised from the inside out when I’m finished with you.”

“Oh god yes!” After hearing your excitement he grins satisfied. 

Once positioned himself to your dripping hole, he doesn’t waste any time and hastily forces his hips forward, stuffing you full of his cock in one swift thrust, your walls instantly clenching around the intrusion. A muffled scream falls from your lips at the forgotten feeling of his big cock, while he grunts in the euphoria of what he’s longed.

“F-fuck baby, how are you still so tight? God you take my cock so well.” Chanyeol pants, fingers digging into your back as he forces himself to remain completely still so you could adjust to his girth. Still with the way your muscles were convulsing and restricted only heighten his need to move.

You whine, wincing in pain as your insides still have yet to remember the feeling of being stuffed full. Luckily the pain dissipates minutes later and your limbs around him tighten. “M-move please baby,” you plead, needing that delicious movement. Chanyeol nods, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, a strained gasp falling from both your lips at the notion.

He sets a rigid pace, thrusting in and out of your warmth repeatedly to excite enticing whines out of you. It has been so long for the both of you that Chanyeol’s hip movements were anything but sweet, his thrusts far from docile and yet you find it all the more appealing.

Chanyeol grunts into your neck, pulling out completely just to shove back in with more force than the last, eliciting a shrilling cry of bliss to erupt from your throat. “Harder.. faster.” You cry, tossing your head back, mouth wide to let out the unfamiliar noises he was forcing out of you. Chanyeol complies, breath loud against your neck, hips picking up pace, to where he was literally pistioning into your cunt. They were so powerful that your back slid up the headboard with each thrust. The slight squeak the bed makes as he continues without rest.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good baby, you’re already bringing me closer to the edge. You suck me right in.” He groans, burying his cock deep inside you, rolling his hips against your pelvis in search for that one sweet spot he knew would without doubt get you keen in overwhelming desire. It was when you gasp louder than usual that he knew he’d found it. So pulling out to the tip again, he thrust back in, roughly, aiming at that exact point. Your eyes immediately roll back in their sockets, and you mewl, toes curling, nails raking down his spine. “AHHH! Chanyeol! Yes! Right there!”

You sigh deeply, breath hitching in your chest as he does exactly that, slamming his cock in and out of you, angling only at the one area. The room now only consist of is both your loud breaths of pleasure along with the wet obscene sounds of skin slipping skin. The sound of his balls against your ass. Chanyeol eagerly intent on bringing you to attain your satisfaction first, slides a hand down your chest until he has your clit between his fingers, rubbing you in time with his hard thrust to reach your completion.

Your moans were growing louder the closer you got, breast bouncing with the strength Chanyeol hips were creating between your legs. You gasp, your thighs on reflex moving to close around his waist so to prolong your orgasm, (what good that was doing), the heels of your feel digging into his ass. “I-I’m close, Channie, don’t stop… Don’t stop.”

Chanyeol’s own noises were getting louder, more sexier as he too was reaching his limit, and in his determination to get you off he strokes you more frequently, fucking your tight warmth harder, more deeper. The combination of his cock and fingers on your heated body alone was definitely working wonders on your senses and the tightening in the pit of your stomach was appearing more intense than the last. Your toes curl harder and you cry loudly, Chanyeol seeing this leans forward to capture your lips with his own, swallowing your moans.

You body begins to tremble and you break the kiss abruptly. Your voice overly hoarse as you scream Chanyeol name, your climax finally hitting you. And it makes sure to hit you hard. Said person growls dryly in retaliation, the walls of your cunt tightening almost impossibly around his cock. That alone is all it takes for your boyfriend to reach his pinnacle as well and in one last powerful thrust he’s trembling with you, spilling ropes of white, painting your walls in his cum, your name beautifully falling from his lips.

Both you and Chanyeol grow limp, breathing ragged and harsh against each others sweaty skin. “I bet…” he pants. “—I bet that was better than your fingers, huh?” You let out a short breath, nodding tiredly. You immediately groan when Chanyeol moves to lie his head on your chest, the softening yet still slightly hard dick within you moving against your oversensitive walls.

Once your breathing settles and you get the feeling back into your numb legs you run a hand up your boyfriends back, fingering the small scratches you had given him before you card the fingers through his damp hair. “We— we have to do that again, it was just so perfect.” You admit out of breath. Chanyeol merely grunts a noise of agreement before you’re met with his stunning gaze.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He leans up to where he can murmur in your ear, “I hope you’re ready for a second round.” He smirks smugly and you let out a nervous laugh.

“You’re not serious… Right?” You ask eyes wide, you didn’t even know if your body could take his animalistic thrusts again. 

“How about the shower this time?” He suggests. 

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[chanyeol-and-you-fantasies]

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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