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multifanhoe99 · 8 months ago

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Kinktober Day 8- Corruption

Pairing: Non-Idol!Chanyeol x Innocent!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage, virgin!reader, possessive!Chanyeol, nickname (Angel), mentions of multiple rounds, He basically makes you cum over and over till the sun comes up.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

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Chanyeol didn't like the idea of marrying someone he didn't know. He thought that the practice of arranged marriages between wealthy families was weird and unnecessary. In fact, he was planning on ruining this dinner to save you both the trouble later. He thought he had it all planned out perfectly until the moment he laid eyes on you. You looked so soft and innocent. He instantly wanted to protect you from the world. Hide you away in his own personal bubble and never let anyone else touch you. It unlocked something in him that he never knew was there. Something that made him want to ruin your perfectness. All he could imagine was watching as your adorable makeup got smudged and smeared because he had you in tears from pleasure you'd never known until him. Chanyeol's heart raced as he approached you, his earlier plans of sabotage long forgotten. He bowed slightly, taking your hand and brushing his lips across your knuckles. The touch sent electricity through him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice low and husky.

You blushed, averting your eyes shyly. "Likewise," you murmured. As dinner progressed, Chanyeol found himself captivated by your every word and gesture. He watched the way you delicately sipped your wine, imagining those lips on his skin. When you laughed at something he said, the sound was like music. Under the table, his hand found your knee. You jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. Chanyeol's thumb traced small circles on your skin, relishing how soft you felt. Your eyes met his, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flickering across your features. Chanyeol felt a surge of possessiveness, wanting to be the only one to ever see that look on your face. As the evening wore on, the tension between you grew palpable. Every accidental brush of hands, every shared glance, felt charged with electricity. Chanyeol found himself leaning in closer, drinking in your scent, memorizing the curve of your neck. When dinner finally ended, he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go. Luckily he didn't have to wait long. It is customary in these arranged marriages for the couple to meet for the first time the night before the wedding and no sooner. So he would see you again tomorrow, walking down the aisle, looking even more pure and angelic than you did tonight.

As Chanyeol lay in bed that night, his mind raced with thoughts of you. He tossed and turned, unable to shake the image of your innocent face, your gentle smile. The need to possess you, to claim you as his own, consumed him. When morning finally came, Chanyeol dressed with meticulous care. His hands shook slightly as he adjusted his tie, anticipation building. This was it - the day he would make you his forever. The ceremony passed in a blur. Chanyeol barely heard the words being spoken, his eyes fixed on you. You looked ethereal in your white gown like an angel descended from heaven. His angel. As you said your vows, Chanyeol's voice was thick with emotion. Not nerves, as the guests assumed, but raw desire. He slipped the ring on your finger, relishing how soft your skin was beneath his fingers calloused from playing guitar. When the officiant finally pronounced you husband and wife, Chanyeol could barely contain himself. He pulled you close, one hand on the small of your back, the other cupping your face. His lips met yours in a kiss that started gently but quickly intensified. You gasped softly against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, giving you a taste of the passion that had been building since he first saw you. The reception was torture for Chanyeol. All he wanted was to whisk you away, to finally have you all to himself. But social obligations kept you both busy, greeting guests and participating in various traditions. His eyes followed you constantly, drinking in every smile, every laugh. Whenever possible, he kept a possessive hand on you - at your waist, on your arm, clasping your hand in his. As the night wore on, Chanyeol grew increasingly impatient. All he wanted was to finally claim you as his. He wanted to be the devil to tempt you, his angel, into lustful sin. Finally, the last guest departed and you were alone. Chanyeol's eyes darkened as he turned to you, his new bride. Without a word, he swept you into his arms and carried you to the honeymoon suite. Once inside, he set you down gently. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for you, cupping your face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip, "So pure and innocent. I want to corrupt you in the most delicious ways." You shivered at his words, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through you. Chanyeol's lips found yours in a searing kiss, more passionate than the one you'd shared at the altar. His tongue sought entrance, which you granted with a soft gasp. Chanyeol's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve through the delicate fabric of your wedding gown. You whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Chanyeol growled low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"You're mine now," he murmured against your neck, his breath hot on your skin, "All mine." With deft fingers, he began unlacing your dress, his lips never leaving your skin. As the gown fell away, Chanyeol's eyes darkened with desire. Chanyeol's eyes raked over your newly exposed skin, drinking in every inch of you. He reached out to touch you, reverent and possessive all at once.

"Perfect," he breathed, "You're absolutely perfect." You shivered under his intense gaze, a blush spreading across your cheeks and down your neck. Chanyeol tracked the rosy color with his eyes, fascinated.

"So innocent," he murmured, "But not for long." In one swift motion, he pulled you flush against him, claiming your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped at the sudden movement, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Chanyeol walked you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He gently lowered you onto the soft sheets. His eyes never left yours as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing toned muscles underneath. You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight. Chanyeol smirked, noticing your wide-eyed gaze.

"Like what you see, angel?" he purred, voice low and seductive. You nodded shyly, unable to form words. Chanyeol's smirk widened as he finished undressing, leaving him in just his boxers. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, trailing kisses along your jawline, "So pure and perfect. I can't wait to ruin you." His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. You gasped and arched into him, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Chanyeol growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"That's it, angel," he murmured, "Let me hear you." His hands roamed your body, touching and caressing places no one ever had before. You whimpered softly, torn between shyness and growing desire. Chanyeol's eyes darkened at the sound.

"No need to be shy," he said, voice husky, "You're mine now. All mine." He captured your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing your moans as his fingers found sensitive spots. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Chanyeol hissed in pleasure.

"You're so responsive," he murmured against your skin. "So sensitive to my touch. I love it." Chanyeol's hands continued to explore your body, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure. You trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses.

"Ch-Chanyeol," you gasped, your voice breathy and uncertain. He paused, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes, "Yes, angel?"

"I've... I've never..." you trailed off, blushing furiously.

Understanding dawned in Chanyeol's eyes, followed by a flash of possessive hunger. "You've never been touched like this before, have you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. When you shook your head, he groaned softly. "Oh, angel. I'm going to make this so good for you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'll be gentle, I promise." His lips found yours again in a tender kiss as his hands resumed their exploration of your body. You gasped and whimpered at his touch, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Chanyeol took his time, savoring every reaction, every soft sound that fell from your lips.

“That's it, angel," he encouraged softly "Let go. Feel everything I'm doing to you." Slowly, carefully, he began to push you towards the edge. Your breath came in short pants, your body trembling beneath his. Chanyeol watched your face intently, memorizing every expression of pleasure that crossed your features. Your back arched as waves of pleasure washed over you, Chanyeol's name falling from your lips in a breathless cry. He held you close as you shuddered against him, murmuring words of praise and adoration. As you came down from your high, Chanyeol peppered your face with soft kisses. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So perfect." You blushed at his words, still shy despite what had just transpired between you. Chanyeol smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"We're not done yet, angel," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "I'm going to worship every inch of you tonight." True to his word, Chanyeol spent hours exploring your body, bringing you to the heights of pleasure again and again. By the time the sun began to peek through the curtains, you were a trembling, exhausted mess. Your skin glistened with sweat, and your hair mussed beyond recognition. Chanyeol looked down at you with a mix of tenderness and pride.

"Look at you," he murmured, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb. "Thoroughly fucked out, and all mine." You managed a weak smile, still catching your breath. Chanyeol gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest. His fingers combed gently through your tangled hair.

"Rest now, angel," he said softly, "You'll need your strength for later." As you drifted off to sleep, Chanyeol's arms wrapped protectively around you, you realized that maybe arranged marriages weren't so bad after all. You had found your perfect match in this man who could be both tender and possessive.

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A/N: I catch up just to fall behind. Oops.

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