#chanyeol drabble

[baekhyunsbestie]

18+/mdni | chanyeol x f!reader ⤷ ib: my twinny 🐼 anonie <3

you don’t even know what you’ve done to him.

the second chanyeol's fingers sink into you for the first time—slow, deliberate, knuckle-deep—he’s already a fucking goner. not just because of how tight you squeeze around him, like your body was built to take him, but because of the way you react. the way your legs twitch, the way your lips part in a gasp, the way your back arches like he’s just hit every nerve at once. all from his hands.

his hands that usually command instruments, strumming and drumming and shaping melodies—now playing you like his newest, favorite masterpiece. and you, so beautifully wrecked beneath him, are following every note.

"fuck, baby," he groans, breath hitching as his fingers slide in deeper, curling just right. your walls flutter around him, sucking him in, slick gushing over his knuckles like you can’t help it. and fuck, you can’t—you’re too full, too overwhelmed, and chanyeol watches, completely enthralled, as your body chases his touch. hips rolling, thighs trembling, your own breath stuttering between whimpers.

"so needy," he murmurs, leaning in, his lips barely grazing your jaw as his free hand pushes your knee open wider. "so greedy for my fingers, huh? look at you fuckin' drippin' for me."

your head rolls back against the pillows, a choked whimper leaving you as his thumb finds your clit, pressing down in lazy, teasing circles. he watches, fascinated, as your expression twists—your brows furrowing, lips trembling, body tensing against the pleasure.

"ch-chanyeolie, please—"

please. his cock twitches hard at the sound of it, his name on your lips all desperate and ruined. but just as he’s about to tease you, just as he’s about to tell you how fucking pretty you sound, his eyes catch something.

and it knocks the air right out of his lungs.

his tattoo.

right there, just below the sheen of your release—his LOEY ink, smeared and glistening with your cum. and something in him snaps. his breath shudders, pupils blown so wide his irises nearly disappear. his fingers twitch inside you, pulling back just enough to watch the way you drip over them, how easily you coat his skin in your essence.

"fuck—look what you fuckin' did." his voice is rough, nearly guttural as he pulls his hand back, tilting it in the dim light. your arousal clings to the ink like a mark, like a brand, like proof of his skill. his claim on you.

but more than that—yours on him.

"shit, baby," he groans, eyes flickering between his fingers and your dazed expression. "made a fuckin' mess on me. made me yours without even trying."

before you can even think to respond, he brings his fingers to his mouth, sliding them between his lips with a low, drawn-out moan. his tongue swirls around them, slow and deliberate, tasting every drop of you before pulling them out with a wet pop.

"so fuckin' sweet," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. his voice is deeper now, raspier, like he's barely holding himself together. "this pussy owns me now. and you’re gonna prove it again—on my face this time."

you don’t even get a chance to process before he’s dragging you down the bed, flipping you open like a goddamn meal. his broad hands slip under your thighs, pushing them up and apart before locking them over his shoulders.

"keep your eyes on me, pretty," he rasps, before his mouth crashes into your core.

your world shatters.

his tongue works you over with a hunger that borders on fucking desperate, alternating between long, slow drags and fast, teasing flicks. the first time his lips wrap around your clit, sucking with a wet, obscene sound, your entire body jolts—your hands flying to his hair, tugging at the strands as you let out a broken cry.

but chanyeol just moans, low and satisfied, and buries himself fucking deeper.

his fingers slip back inside, fucking into you rougher, wetter, faster, his tongue flicking filthy patterns over your swollen, aching clit until you’re gasping, moaning, making sounds you didn’t even know you could make.

"fuck—yeolie—i can’t—"

"you can," his voice is muffled against you, his grip on your thighs tightening. "and you fucking will. i want you all over me, pretty. coat my tongue, make me wear you—give it to me."

you don’t even get a chance to think—you just break, back arching, a scream ripping from your throat as you unravel against his tongue.

he doesn’t stop.

he doesn’t fucking stop.

he licks you thru it, eyes hooded, watching in awe as your body writhes under him. his hands keep you open, locked in place, his mouth still dragging over your overstimulated clit like he’s trying to memorize the way you taste.

and all you can do is whimper, gasping for air as your legs twitch in his grip.

he finally pulls back, lips and chin glistening, eyes wild as he stares at you.

"fuck," he pants, giving your inner thigh a soft, teasing bite. "you're never getting this off of me. my hands, my mouth—my entire fucking soul belongs to this pussy now."

and god help you—bc you believe him.

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 11

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 8.1k Author Notes: DOUBLE UPDATE BICTHESSSS!!!!! ok this is my big sorry!!! i was gonna post this earlier today but then coachella happened lol and my priorities changed, but we're back!!! tbh....im so scared to post this 😀. Its just a yap fest if im being honest, so if youre not into that....my bad. but ok yes ill stop blabbin. l adore you all pls enjoy 😩

It’s another hour before you leave the restaurant, impossibly full and content.

The ride back is silent. Most of the crew pass out as soon as you’re on the road, Seulgi being one of them. She uses your shoulder as a pillow. It doesn’t look comfortable, but she’s drooling into your clavicle, so it must be. You can’t sleep, so you quietly watch the beautiful dark scenery, ignoring the occasional prickles on your skin from being watched.

Once you’re back at the hotel, you start saying your goodbyes in front of the van. Everyone’s leaving at different times, so it makes sense to do your farewells now while you’re all present.

It’s bittersweet.

Jongdae is the first to approach you, collecting you tightly into his arms.

“Tell Eunhee I missed her this weekend, and congrats,” you tell him.

“Will do and thank you.”

He squeezes the shit out of you, making you yelp in pain. In retaliation, you smack his shoulder and he hisses, escaping to the next person before you can strike again.

You’re rolling your eyes as Jongin makes his way over, chuckling at his friends’ silly antics.

“He’s mean,” you whine.

“I know,” he coos as he hugs you. You instantly relax in his comforting arms. He really should start selling these things.

“It was good seeing you,” he says, making you sway.

“You too,” you say. “I’m sorry for getting you in this mess.”

“Don’t be.” He repeats. He tightens his arms. “It was bound to happen. I still believe it can work out.”

You smile pathetically. As if he can sense it, Jongin kisses the top of your head before separating.

“Make that runway your bitch,” you tell him. He smirks and bows in thanks.

Baekhyun quickly replaces him, pulling you into a firm hug.

“You’ve made this trip far more eventful than it needed to be,” he says in your ear.

“It wasn’t my intention,” you huff into his shirt.

He chuckles. “Look, I know things didn’t end on a good note, but I promise….” He leans back far enough to look into your eyes and says your name. “It can be. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, okay?”

The urge to cry hits you hard and you give him a watery smile. “Thank you, Baekhyun. For everything. I’ve gained some respect for you.”

His jutting jaw is the only acknowledgement he gives your last statement. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want my friends to be happy.”

“You’re hogging her.” You’re being yanked away from Baekhyun and he lets go without a fight, waving goodbye before heading inside the hotel.

“Do we have to say our goodbyes right now?” You ask, staring up at the best friend who you aren’t going back to a shared apartment with. “I’m going to cry.”

Sehun sighs before wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t be a baby.”

You’re already fighting tears, and the lump in your throat grows larger. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“I know,” and he sounds like he’s trying his hardest not to get choked up. “I’ll miss you more. I’ll visit Seoul soon. Most likely for Jongdae’s baby shower. I'll even bring Kyungsoo. I know you’ve been curious about him.”

You laugh through your now falling tears. “It’s not me who’s been curious about your little friend. I’m sure Seulgi will be pleased to hear she’ll finally be introduced.”

“Why do you think I’ve been stalling for so long?”

You share a laugh. “Okay. Jongdae’s baby shower isn’t that far away. I can handle that.”

“That works for you?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does. Just make sure to not leave without saying goodbye again, okay?”

He groans like you’re inconveniencing him, but whispers into your hair. “I won’t.”

Satisfied, you break the hug. Now that your arms are free, you wipe your damp face, laughing at how ridiculous you are. Sehun sucks his teeth in faux disapproval. Shaking his head, he lifts a hand in an attempt to help dry your face, but you knock it away. You’re about to tell him to screw off, but you’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

You turn towards the sound and startle slightly when you see Chanyeol standing a few steps away. His hands are deep in his pockets as his eyes flicker between Sehun and you. It’s then you notice just how quiet the portico has become, and check your surroundings. Only the three of you and Seulgi are left outside the hotel, everyone else retiring to their rooms. Seulgi is a few feet away, as though she was also leaving but decided to linger for a bit. When your eyes lock, she throws you a knowing grin.

“Sehun,” she calls. “Let me buy you a shot.”

Sehun seems to catch on quickly. “Oh! Can’t say no to a free drink, can I?”

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, conveying an important message. ‘Talk to him and get your closure.’

He pats you before sauntering over to Seulgi, throwing an arm around her shoulders to drag her into the hotel.

Now alone, you give in and face Chanyeol.

There isn’t a flicker of the animosity or detachment you saw on the boardwalk the night before, and you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or not. He’s admiring you, not with disgust or lust, just looking. The lack of emotion has you curious about what's going on in his head.

“Everyone’s said goodbye except us,” he finally says.

You lift an eyebrow. “Does last night not count?”

He frowns. “Do you want it to?”

“No, it’s not that!” You quickly correct. “It’s just that my decisions always hurt you in the end, so I understand if you never want to speak to me again.”

Your eyes water at the thought of going back to strangers with Chanyeol, of losing him again. But, you know you don’t deserve to ask him to stay. If he’s done trying with you, you’ll accept it without complaint. it’s the least you can do after the pain you’ve caused him these past couple days.

He turns away from you, as if he can’t stand to see your tears. One of his hands pats at his thigh as he squints at the beach in the distance.

“We’ve both made poor decisions.” he sighs heavily. “But yesterday was really really bad. I no longer know if there can be an ‘us’ after this. Maybe you're right. Maybe we’ve grown too far apart, and the people we are today aren’t able to love each other like we used to.”

He takes a deep breath and you brace yourself for his rejection. “It wasn’t until dinner that it really hit me, that today is our last day here. I don’t want to leave, to go back to Seoul, and continue living as I did before the wedding. I can’t. Not after seeing you again. I don’t want to leave Jeju with any regrets, and if we leave things like this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”  

“Me too,” you admit. “I’ll regret it too. I already regret so much.”

“Do you regret us?”

“No. Never. I regret where we are now, but I’ll never regret you, Park Chanyeol.”

Your throat tightens from the confession, hating how it sounds like a farewell on your tongue.

You swear his eyes gloss over, but he hides it quickly by turning his head to look behind him. When he faces you again, his features are under control. He tilts his head in the direction he just checked. “Walk with me?”

This is it, and you know it. The last chance with Chanyeol. The inevitable talk you’d been skirting around all weekend. Now is the chance to have your closure, and Chanyeol is giving it to you. If you decline, what is left of your bridge will be burnt for good, keeping you both on opposite ends with no chance of return.

You’re relieved that he offers to walk. When you imagine this conversation, it’s always in Chanyeol’s suite, and you’re honestly not strong enough to ever go back there. The memories are too fresh, and you have zero faith in your self control when it comes to him.

So, you eagerly agree to his request and follow him as he starts walking down the sidewalk. It’s silent as he leads you away from the hotel, taking a path that heads towards the city not too far away. Chanyeol’s steps seem sure, and it makes you wonder if he has a certain place in mind.

He answers your unasked question five minutes later, when you take notice of a faint glowing in the distance. Chanyeol throws a couple nervous glances your way, and the shift in his demeanor has you alert.

You walk a few more feet before you can fully see a white gazebo on the edge of the sandy beach. Golden fairy lights dangle off the sides, making a surreal romantic atmosphere.

You stop dead in your tracks. Chanyeol halts beside you, intently watching your reaction.

“Do you remember this place?” he asks, voice thick with controlled emotion.

You do.

You climb up the steps into the gazebo. A wooden bench wraps around the walls and vines with pink flowers curl around the thin poles connecting to the rounded roof. You stop a little before the center and turn to Chanyeol who stayed back, allowing you a moment to yourself.

“This is where you proposed to me.”

The lights reflect off his round eyes, softening them. Or maybe it’s the memory you both share. A day that you will never forget.

It was your senior trip. Come to think of it, there are many similarities to the one you’re currently on. All of your college friends came to Jeju and stayed at the same hotel, thanks to Junmyeon. You were in a different suite that time, with a different roommate. For five days, the gang ran around the city, exploring and partying. Basking in the last moments you all had before fully joining the real world. Well, Jongdae, Baekhyun, Junmyeon, and Chanyeol had already graduated, but that didn’t stop them from acting like it was their last moments as well. Speaking of Chanyeol, the two of you were deeply in love by that point. You were that nauseating couple that would get lost in your own little world, gravitating around each other in your own solar system. The last day of the trip, he had talked you into having a girl’s day with Seulgi. You were hesitant, because you wanted to spend the last day with him, but he assured you that you’d have him all to yourself that night.

That was enough to have Seulgi drag you around town, taking you to get pampered with a spa and convincing you to let her buy you a dress that she was adamant you had to wear later that night. Little did you know she was in on a plan being prepared behind your back. 

When the sun was setting, you followed her to where you thought you were going to meet up with everyone else for dinner, and were confused when she dragged you to the middle of the beach. That was when you spotted the gazebo. There were pink and white balloons on the far side across the entrance. And in the center, dressed in a fancy black suit, stood Park Chanyeol.

You glared accusingly at Seulgi, who just laughed and shoved you into the gazebo. Your heart raced dangerously fast, nearly drowning out the speech Chanyeol prepared for you. It was beautiful. Chanyeol, ever the poet, poured his heart to you, tearing up as he explained his endless love and devotion.

Then he dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring from his pants. You’d later chastise him for not keeping it in its box. He held it up and it shimmered against the lights surrounding you, but it paled in comparison to the shimmering in Chanyeol’s eyes.

‘Will you continue to be the melody of my life’s song?’ He asked. ‘Will you marry me?’

You were screaming yes before he could finish his question. His smile was blinding as he slid the ring onto your finger and you pounced on him. He held you tightly, lifting you up with him as he stood, and buried his face into your neck as you both cried. You hadn’t noticed all of your friends poking around the outside of the gazebo, popping streamers and cheering as you held onto your soulmate and cried with a happiness and love you knew only a few people have genuinely felt. You were so lucky to have Park Chanyeol. You were so lucky to be loved by him….

You blink.

“That was the best day of my life,” he whispers.

“Mine too,” you admit.

You turn away, not able to handle the tenderness he carries.

He tentatively enters the gazebo, sitting on the bench near the entrance. “I stumbled across it after our… conversation last night. It felt fitting. A reminder of why we’re here.”

Indeed. This was the beginning of the end of you. It makes sense to end this trip here, to end your relationship here. If that’s what you were doing.

You wrap your arms around your stomach, holding yourself together because you’re already at your limit and know you’re about to shatter. Your back still faces Chanyeol, not ready to see the way the fairy lights warm his handsome face. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should have told you where I was taking you. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset,” you assure. It’s not a lie, but it’s not completely true. You aren’t upset with him for bringing you here. If anything, you need to see this place. You finally turn to face him and the stark difference of how he looks now compared to the last time you saw him under this roof is startling. He wore no fancy suit, only casual khaki pants and a cream button down shirt. His hair blows gently in the breeze, longer and lighter than on that day, and his expression has lost the confidence and joy that was hard to hide then. He is now a shadow of the man that proposed to you, he is a man who has lost the one thing he thought he’d have forever. “It’s just a lot.”

He nods in agreement. “Do you want to leave?”

“No. I agree with you. This is the perfect spot. We can talk here if that’s what you want.” Again, you make sure to let him know that you’re doing this on his terms. He’s in charge here. You’ll be truthful, you’ll answer any question honestly, and you’ll let him be the one to decide how this trip ends.

“Where should we start?” he asks as you make your way over to sit beside him. You make sure to leave some space, knowing how distance can skew your train of thought around him.

“Let’s start with this,” you begin. “What do you want from this conversation?”

“I just want us to not avoid each other the next time we’re in the same room.”

“You think we can be friends?” You ask, genuinely curious of his answer.

He shrugs feebly. “If that’s all we can be. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not in it at all.”

You’re not a fan of his answer. Earlier, you told him that you didn’t think you could ever be his friend, and you still believe that. The thought of him actually moving on one day, and having to watch him regard somebody else the way he did you has your heart squeezing in agony. Seeing him with Yerim has been difficult as it is, imagining him with someone he actually loves leaves you disturbed.

Tell him, the Baekhyun in your head urges. Tell him how you really feel.

You already tried to last night. You still have so much love for Chanyeol, but sometimes that’s simply not enough. There’s still too much left unsaid, blocking the path to a future that can possibly end with you back together. The ball that’s always been in your court has now rolled over onto his side, and you aren’t sure if he’s going to pick it up or kick it away and finally put this long game to rest.

But he deserves that choice. Chanyeol has been so strong for you. He’s given you up multiple times, has had his heart broken because of you far more times than you have by him. You owe it to him to choose what he wants for himself. As much as you’d rather part ways on good terms and continue living as you have–without him in your life–if Chanyeol still wants you in his, you’ll suck it up and be present. Because you know for a fact that if the roles were reversed, he’d do the same with no complaint.

Still hurts like a bitch though.

Not yet, you tell your inner Baekhyun, ignoring the way he rolls his eyes. You don’t need his sass right now.

“If that’s what you want,” you push through the tightening of your throat. “Then we should start off easy. How did you end up at Junmyeon’s wedding with Yerim as your date?”

He coughs a shocked laugh. “If that’s the easiest topic, we’re going to be here til the sun rises.”

You shrug a shoulder. “That’s fine with me.”

He watches you for a moment before dropping his head to look at his hands that lay limply between his parted thighs. “As soon as I got Junmyeon’s announcement, I thought of you. I knew you were going to be there, and I couldn’t shake this feeling that you were going to bring a date. The idea of seeing you being happy with your new boyfriend, while I had no one, made me sick. I began to panic, because I didn’t want to be the loser who hadn’t moved on. I wanted you to think I no longer cared. I needed a date.”

That makes you pity him a bit, and you feel bad for calling him an asshole. The intentions behind it are anything but. He was trying to protect himself, and that’s nothing to make fun of.

“And then you met Yerim.”

“And then I met Yerim.” He sinks further into the bench and your ears perk at the name. It hits you then that it’s the first time you’ve heard Chanyeol speak her name. Was he being respectful towards you by neglecting to voice the name of the ‘other’ woman in your picture? Or maybe that was his poor attempt at pretending she didn’t exist while in your presence. Intrigued, you study the way the syllables left his mouth. It’s said with contrition, and that jealous part of you that you’re surprised to still find vanishes with content.

“I don’t know if you remember,” he continues, unaware of the healing already being done to you. “But she works at the cafe near my job. If I’m being honest, I’d been going there for months and hadn’t paid her any mind. I just knew she made the best Americano I’ve ever had in my life! But, after some time, it was kind of obvious she had a little crush on me. Although I was flattered, I never pursued it because I was never interested. That didn’t stop her from being bold. She always made a point to have a conversation with me, even when they were slammed, and I guess she wore me down. Our little talks started becoming the highlights of my days, and I started paying her more attention.”

His story brings to mind a few times Yerim mentioned a cute customer to you. How wild is it that Chanyeol is the customer she’d always tell you about.

“She is funny,” you acknowledge begrudgingly. “And pretty.”

“She is,” he agrees, and you guess your jealousy hasn’t vanished after all. “But, that’s not what ultimately drew me to her.”

“What was it then?”

He avoids your gaze. “She reminded me of you.”

“Oh!” Okay, now your jealousy is officially gone.

“Yeah. Oh. The more Yerim and I talked, the more she sounded like you. Now it makes sense, because you’re close friends so you must’ve rubbed off on her. But, at the time, it really felt like I was getting a second chance. How could I not fall for her when she acted so much like you?”

Your eyebrows raise at that. You’ve never noticed your influence on Yerim, but apparently it’s strong enough to catch your ex’s attention. In a strange way, you are the reason they got together. You’re not sure how to react to the fact. Part of you is sympathetic towards them both, at the fact Chanyeol only liked Yerim because of you. But you’re also flattered and a bit proud for ruining him so much. 

Even though you think you know the answer, this conversation is all about honesty, so you have to confirm something. “Did you like her? Like that? You’ve been pretty adamant about her not being your girlfriend.”

“She wasn’t,” he’s still quick to deny. “And I didn’t. At the start I thought I did. Well, I thought I could fall for her. Maybe if we had time before the wedding to actually get to know each other outside of the cafe, I would have. But the timing was bad. She tried, she really did. But I was too distracted by what was about to happen to give her my full attention, and once I saw you, all thoughts of Yerim went out the window.”

“That’s why you kicked her out?”

“It is. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He backtracks, continuing his story where he left off. “The main reason for me being so adamant on bringing a date was to prove to everybody, including myself, that I was completely over you. But, the fact that I started pursuing someone because they reminded me of you should have been the first sign I wasn’t. Still, I ignored it, and when the wedding got brought up, I saw my perfect opportunity. She agreed all too easily.”

“Like fate.”

“It felt like that. Like it was too perfect. Baekhyun said it was a dumb idea. He told me I wasn’t going to get you back that way. I told him I didn’t want you back. As you can imagine, he didn’t believe me.”

“Did you even believe you?”

“I did,” he defends, slightly offended. “I thought enough time had passed, and thinking about you didn’t hurt as much as it had. Sure, I didn’t know if I was capable of ever loving someone as much as I loved you, and I had built some walls after us, but I was ready to try again. And I was going to prove it during dinner. I wanted to make you feel the same as I did. I figured we both could suffer a little, and I…I wanted to hurt you. But, even though I knew you were going to be there, I still wasn’t prepared for the shock of finally seeing you in person. All that bravado I had vanished the moment I saw you. Especially after I realized you did not, in fact, have a date.”

“Technically, I did,” you correct. “Seulgi was my date.”

“Should I have been worried about her?” he asks skeptically.

You can’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “A lot can happen in a couple years. Who knows? We could’ve been inlaws.”

His face pinches in disgust. “That’s a sick joke, Me….”

He lets the petname die on his tongue, unsure if that’s something he still wants to call you.

“I deserve that,” you mumble and attempt a reassuring smile. He takes one look at your stretched lips and immediately starts nervously nibbling on his own. You sense his internal battle, fighting the instinct to defend you while also agreeing with what you said.

The light atmosphere you created dissipates as quickly as it comes.

He clears his throat. “Anyways, that’s why I brought Yerim. I wanted to get a reaction out of you.”

“And did you get the reaction you wanted?” You ask.

“In the grand scheme of things, I guess I did. But at the moment, I didn’t think so. It felt more like it backfired on me. That whole dinner I tried to taunt you by using Yerim, but you never took the bait. You didn’t care at all. That hurt more than I’d like to admit. Especially because your presence was eating me up inside.”

“I’m a better actress than I give myself credit for if you couldn’t see how affected I was. I pretty much went through exactly what you were afraid of happening to you, with an extra brutal layer of personally knowing the date. Trust me when I say you succeeded.”

“It doesn’t feel like a victory,” he shares. “As soon as dinner was over, I realized Baekhyun was right, bringing Yerim was dumb. I was overwhelmed with all these old resurfacing feelings, and all I could think about was you. How was I going to see you again, and what would I say when I did. I made some pretty rash decisions, like kicking Yerim out of our room because I didn’t want you to think we were sleeping together, and then forgetting to have breakfast with her the next morning like I promised because I talked to you the night before. Our conversation was proof that I wasn’t alone in these old feelings, and gave me the courage to attempt to pursue you. It wasn’t a lot, and you were really drunk, but you kept giving me this look I was very familiar with, and I couldn’t deny it if I tried.”

“A look?” You question, having no idea what he’s referring to. He’s never told you about a look before.

“Yes.” He sounds tortured thinking about it. “You get this look on your face whenever you want me to lean down to kiss you. These past few days, we’d argue, you’d tell me how wrong this situation was, and then you’d stare up at me with those eyes of yours. I could never forget that expression, it’s one of my favorites. So, I’d try to oblige you, and at the last second, you’d push me away, and I’d go back to my room and yell in frustration. It was frustrating, knowing you still wanted me, even if you weren’t aware of it, all because of the way you’d look at me.”

Hell. He really can read you like a book.

“So, you ended things with her because of the way I was looking at you?” You confirm.

“I broke up with Yerim because I was leading her on,” he corrects. “But also, I can admit that I was being selfish, and she was in the way of what I truly wanted. You. I knew with her out of the picture, you’d be less…resistant.”

“What did you expect would happen?” You implore. “You’d tell me you broke things off with her and I’d come running back into your arms? Was that the plan?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe that you’d lower your guard and stop fighting me. But, I mean, you did run back to me not long after she left….”

You narrow your eyes. “That was because of the wedding.”

“I thought we were being honest with each other?”

That shuts you up. He knows he got you there, if the smug look on his face is any indicator.

“Fine,” you relent. “I most likely wouldn’t have done that had Yerim still been here.”

He bows his head in gratitude for your honesty.

“Alright,” you drawl, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s your turn to ask me a question.”

Chanyeol inhales deeply, and you know it’s going to be a difficult one.

“Last night,” he starts, and you already dread what’s next. “You said that you couldn’t get over what happened the last time we were together.”

“I did.”

“It made me realize that I hurt you way more than I thought I did. You’d mentioned it a couple times, but I didn’t get it… not until now.”

“I may have called off the engagement,” you say. “But it was you, Chanyeol, who ultimately broke us up.”

“Is that how you see it?” He asks, a darkness creeping into his tone.

“How else am I?” You retort. “I asked to get back together and you said yes.”

“I didn’t realize….” He shook his head in denial. “I wasn’t listening.”

“I gathered,” you scoff, growing irritated. “That day I had worked up the courage to call you. It had been a year since we’d last seen each other–”

“Ten and a half months. But who’s counting?” he cuts you off to say.

“Ten and a half months,” you correct. “I felt so stupid because of that. I made such a big show of leaving you, just to beg for you back not even a year later.”

“I wouldn’t have seen it that way,” he says. “I was waiting for that call. To me, those ten and a half months felt more like years.”

“I wish I’d known that then, because I was so nervous. I feared the worst. That you would be angry at me for ending things just to come back so soon. Or worse. That you’d somehow moved on during that time, or realized that you were no longer in love with me. It was that fear that drove me to come up with a cover, an excuse to get you to come over.”

“The ring,” he realizes, jaw clenching at the grim reminder.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “I had it all planned out. I’d tell you that you needed to come over so that you could take it back, but then I’d confess and ask for another chance.”

“You could’ve just told me you missed me,” he says. “It would’ve been just as effective. Actually, more. I would’ve been there faster.”

“I couldn’t just tell you that,” you explain. “I didn’t want to come off desperate. But, I admit, using the ring was the worst thing I could’ve done. I swear I had no intention of giving it back.”

“You were very convincing in acting like it was,” he mutters. “I didn’t even have time to ask how you’d been before you were sitting it on the table. I was hoping you weren’t being serious. But as soon as I saw you, it was obvious you’d changed. It hadn’t been that long, but you were different. You didn’t want me anymore.”

“I didn’t need you anymore, Chanyeol. I still wanted you, if later that night was any indicator.”

“You couldn’t stop raving about how much better your life was now that I was no longer in it! I had to listen to you go on and on about your great new life without me, all while staring at your engagement ring. It was the first time I’d ever seen it not on your finger, and it felt like a punch to the damn gut! My heart was breaking all over again, but there was no hope to latch onto this time.”

His words are enlightening. Despite your attempts at blocking the memory, you remember that night in great detail. You remember how sweaty your palms were from the nerves, to the point you couldn’t even hold a glass of water. You remember the wave of relief that swept over you when you opened the door to see Chanyeol on the other side. You remember his expression, the conflicting emotions of love and hope, battling against reluctance and defeat. Putting the ring on the table was also due to nerves. You wanted to keep pretenses for a little longer, but the way he had zeroed in on the piece of jewelry worried you so much you began rambling.

He never took his eyes off that ring. You remember that clearly. It made you panic, and in a poor attempt to fill the silence, you started updating him on your life. You told him about the job you had just gotten that you’d been dying to get, about your hesitant plans on moving in with Seulgi, about the trips you had taken, anything to get him to react. He didn’t. By that point, you decided to get to the main reason for inviting him. You remember easing into it, telling him you had a lot of time to think about what you wanted in life, and had succeeded in your mission to find yourself. You were ready, if he was still willing. You were ready to become his wife.

He didn’t say anything. Hadn’t moved an inch.

You were positive he hadn’t blinked once during your monologue. Was he angry? Of course he was! That’s when you realized you’d made an irreversible mistake and was now living through the consequences. Maybe he didn’t want you back. Maybe you put too much faith in his love for you. Now looking back on it, you felt a lot like you do at this moment. If Chanyeol was done with you, you’d let him leave. You were going to put him first this time.

‘Chanyeol?’ you called gently. That seemed to bring him back. His eyelids fluttered and he straightened in his chair, pulling away from the ring to finally look at you. You were mesmerized by the richness of his eyes, they were prettier than you recalled, but maybe that was the unshed tears reflecting off the lights overhead. His mouth had fallen open, eyebrows lifted in a question, and you cleared your throat and forced yourself to blink, to break the intimate contact.

‘Are we good?’ You asked, voice shaking in apprehension. You were terrified of his answer, terrified of this being the end of you. Yet, you were prepared for rejection.

‘Yeah, we're good,’ he said. Not expecting that, you stared at him in shock for a moment until reality hit. He was taking you back! Instantly, you felt silly for doubting him. Of course he was taking you back. He already told you that he’d always love you. Feeling giddy with excitement, you weren’t even thinking when you reached out to him….

“I didn’t….” Chanyeol seems to also be back in that living room, reliving that dreadful day. “I couldn’t listen to you brag about your newfound happiness. It was like you were trying to hurt me. So, I stopped listening. Next thing I knew, you’re saying my name and like an idiot, I look at you. You asked me if we were good. I was confused, because you were obviously nervous, but I assumed you just wanted to leave on good terms. So, I agreed. ‘Sure, we’re good’.

….And then you kissed him.

“And then you kissed me.” His eyebrows furrow in the confusion he still feels. “And nothing else mattered after that. Not the ring, not the break up. Just you.”

Chanyeol gives you a Look of his own, and the moment turns tender.

Except all those feelings from the morning after bubbled up to the surface, and you despise the softness of his gaze. 

“That was until the morning, right?” You say bitterly. “Then I didn’t matter at all.”

“That’s not–”

“You left me!” You snap. His mouth audibly shuts at the rise of your voice. “You agreed to get back together, had sex with me, disappeared in the morning, took the ring, and blocked me on everything so that I couldn’t get ahold of you! You claim it was because you were afraid of being used, but that’s what you ended up doing! You used me, Chanyeol, and I haven’t been the same since. You destroyed me! ”

“I didn’t use you!” He pleads. “Stop looking at me like that. You told me you didn’t hate me.”

“I don’t,” you say. “I’m just trying to understand. Was it one last fuck for old times’ sake?”

“God, no! Don’t say it like that. I’ve never ‘fucked’ you. That’s not what that night meant to me.”

“Then what did it mean?” You beg for answers. “If it wasn’t your get back, if it wasn’t you confirming our relationship. What the fuck did it mean to you?”

He meets your gaze, determination igniting within him. “It meant everything to me! That kiss may have felt like the beginning to you, but for me, it was an ending. And I had something to prove. If that was going to be our last night together, I was going to give you every last piece of me. I wanted you to feel my love deep inside your bones, so that you could never forget what it felt like to be truly loved by me. I wanted to ruin you, so that any man that touched you after would pale in comparison. I wanted you to yearn for me on lonely nights, to miss me even if it was a fraction of the loss I was going to feel. I wanted you to still want me.”

Your breathing hitches at his explanation, because you’d be damned if that’s not exactly what he did. Your body awakens from his words, desperately calling for him the way it always has. You battle with the need to pull him close and have him sink into your soul. He made sure to leave his mark on you that night, to carve a hole deep within your heart that could never regrow. You’ve felt that emptiness since, carried it unknowingly. And now that you’ve been reunited, you see that he still holds that chunk with him. Chanyeol still possesses the missing piece to your heart.

The fire inside him seems to diminish once his speech is done. Now guilt slumps his shoulders and lowers his head.

“That morning….” He licks his dry lips. “It was a lapse of judgment.” You can’t help but wonder if he’s told himself this multiple times throughout the years to rationalize his decision. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. You have to believe me. It took everything to get out of your bed, everything to touch that ring. Everything to leave your life for good.”

“But I didn’t want you to,” you confess, on the verge of tears. 

“I know,” he whispers, eyes just as glossy as yours. “I know that now. But, at the time, it was too impossible a dream to even fathom. I had to protect my heart too, you know?”

You did. He had every right to keep his guard up, even if it was at the detriment of your own feelings. 

“And trust me when I say,” he continues. “I suffered too. I hated myself just as much as you did. I still do. Knowing that I broke you so badly…. I can’t even put into words how sorry I am. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” He says your name. “That night was no exception.”

“You literally just said that you brought Yerim to hurt me,” you point out with a sniff.

“Right.” He winces. “But, that’s the only time, I swear!”

He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them. They’re big and warm and the contact soothes you. “Had I known…. Had I listened to you that night, I would have never left. If I knew that kiss meant so much more than a goodbye, we would’ve been married the next week. It’s my fault for not listening and for leaving without an explanation. I hurt us both that day. I’ll accept that now. I’m so fucking sorry, Mel.”

Him calling you Mel again is enough to make you finally shatter. Leaning against him, you press your forehead to his chest as sobs rack your own. He pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth as apologies fall from his mouth. You can hear the tears he sheds.

You both cry until you’re dried out, and as the gazebo quiets Chanyeol still holds you.

Once you’ve collected yourself, you speak through a stuffy nose. “I’m sorry too.”

Chanyeol stops swaying at the sound of your voice, so you continue. “I held a lot of animosity for what you did, but I ended up doing the same thing to you.”

“You were confused–”

“It’s no excuse. I left because I was scared, but I still hurt you.” You pull back so that you can show him your sincerity and finally own up for the things you did. “I’ve been playing with you this whole trip, because of my indecisiveness. I’ve been leading you on for days, pushing and pulling away, and you don’t deserve that. No matter our past, you don’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve been treating you.”

“Thank you,” he accepts with a sniff.

“No, thank you,” you counter. “For explaining yourself, and for giving me a chance to explain myself as well. You didn’t owe me anything after what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do anything–”

“You don’t have to protect me anymore, Chanyeol. We’re past that now, aren’t we?”

He grows contemplative at that. “After our night together, much like when you kissed me all those years ago, I assumed we were back together.” As he speaks, he dries your wet face with his hands. You close your eyes, savoring his touch just in case it’s the last. “So when you denied it at the beach, I was hurt. I didn’t understand your reluctance, and I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with me that you kept rejecting me. It wasn’t until after our fight, when I kept pushing and pushing and yet you still didn’t want me, that I took off the rose tinted glasses and reality set in. Seeing you again, at the place where our love was at its peak, it was easy to forget all the ways we went wrong. You were back in my life, and that was the important part. In my mind, we’d figure everything else out later. Because of that, I didn’t take your feelings into consideration, and I was moving way too fast. I guess, deep down, I knew that I had fucked up and was trying to make up for it. But you weren’t ready, and let's be honest, I’m not ready either. I thought about your offer to give it some time once we’re back in Seoul to separate the past from the present. I’d like to take you up on it, if it still stands.”

You’re relieved to know he finally understands what you were trying to explain to him yesterday. That it wasn’t necessarily a no, just a not-right-now. 

“I would like that,” you admit. 

You both smile at each other, taking in the other unabashedly in your safe space. You catch him glance down at your lips and pout. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever not be attracted to you. Is that bad?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I think this trip is proof of how bad it can be, but I feel the same regardless.”

He lets out a sigh full of longing, and nervous about the changing atmosphere around you both, you speak. “Let’s make it a pact then. After we leave tomorrow, we’ll continue living as we had before the wedding, and after some time has passed, we’ll meet up and decide if this is something we actually want to try again, or if we should officially move on.”

“How long?” He asks.

You hum as you think of what a good enough time could be. “Jongdae’s baby shower is in four months. Do you think that’s enough time?”

His eyes take on a familiar shimmer. “I think it’s perfect.”

Chanyeol gets to his feet and pulls you up onto yours. You expect him to start walking back, but instead he pulls you deeper into the gazebo, until he’s standing in the center. 

“How did I do it again?” he mumbles before sinking onto one knee, and your heart lurches into your throat.

“Chanyeol, what are you doing?” You choke.

He holds your left hand, thumb sliding over where your engagement ring once sat. He lifts his head to gaze up at you, and the fairy lights ahead douse him in a golden hue, sparkling in the dark depths of his soul. He now fully embodies the man he was four years ago, and you have a hard time differentiating what year you're in.

Your full name falling from his lips makes you focus on the present. “The last time I was here, I proposed to you, so it’s only fitting I do it again. I’m sorry, but I don’t have a ring this time.”

“Probably for the best,” you wheeze, still overwhelmed.

“Tonight, I’m proposing a deal. That we leave here and figure our shit out, and on the day of Jongdae’s baby shower, we will come to an agreement on how we will pursue this relationship. We will decide to either date again, stay strictly platonic, or become nonexistent. Do you agree to the terms?”

“Yes.” You agree.

Chanyeol smiles largely, and pretends to put a ring on your finger before kissing it. “Then it’s a deal.”

With that, he stands up and you look at him expectantly.

“There’s that look,” he whispers before obliging your unspoken request by leaning down to kiss you.

You kiss as though it’s the last time you ever will, savoring the other and indulging in such a forbidden touch. Whenever you think Chanyeol’s about to break it, he merely tilts his head the other way to deepen it and you giggle and fall right back into your perfect rhythm. A slow warm heat builds from your core, up to your chest, to burn in your throat. Surprisingly, it’s not arousal. It’s something more grounding, more brittle. It’s affection, it’s grief.

It’s love.

The two of you pull apart eventually, staring deep into each other’s eyes as you attempt to catch your breaths.

“There,” Chanyeol says, voice gravelly and deep, as though he just woke up. “Sealed with a kiss.”

You’re smiling, and it all feels so bittersweet, you think you may also be crying again.

“I….” Chanyeol brushes your hair back. Whatever he’s about to say–and you have a suspicious feeling you might know what it is–he decides to keep to himself. Instead, he presses another kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you. “Let’s go back. I have an early flight.”

The walk to the hotel is peacefully silent. You don’t hold hands or anything, but you’re close enough to have your arm brush his occasionally. When you’re in the elevator, you stand on opposite sides of the cart, just as you had a couple nights ago. He’s smiling at you, and it’s so sweet and boyish, you can’t help but smile back. The action makes his smile grow wider.

When you’re deposited onto your floor, he walks you to your door.

“Sorry for all the drama,” you say as you dig for your room key.

“I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He grins at you, nudging your shoulder with his arm.

Opening the door, you pause and turn to him. He meets your gaze expectantly.

“See you at the baby shower?” You ask anxiously.

He nods. “I’ll see you at the baby shower, Mel.”

Reassured, you head inside, closing the door quietly behind you. Your heart is pounding a million miles a second, and you take a moment to calm it down with deep breaths. It doesn’t help much. You’re too excited. You’re…hopeful. You know that whatever you decide on the day you see Chanyeol again, he’ll be on the same page. 

You finally got your closure, and are now ready for a new chapter, with or without him. And that doesn’t scare you nearly as much as it had this morning. You’ll never let him know, but Sehun was right. The talk was much needed.

You get ready for bed, and take in the room you spent some of the most stressful days in. You find you’re going to miss this place. Maybe next year you can book the same room, you think as you crawl into bed and fall into a peaceful slumber, knowing all but one of the knots in your rope have finally been untangled.

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Heyyyyy!! I was wondering if you could do a little something with Chanyeol were he and reader are working on a song together and everything is being recorded and they become really close and when the video is posted the fans love their chemistry and they beg them to make more music together and in one of the videos they forget that they’re being recorded and they kiss or something 😅(it’s cool if you don’t want to take this request)

a bit too close ᡣ𐭩 park chanyeol

fluff, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, love confession, mutual pining, a little bit of kissing🧍, reader is so in love with him, grammatical error

chanyeol x f!reader

a/n idk if this is good but i hope you like it 😭

"i think it would sound better if you..." his words fell on deaf ears as you admired him. it was clear to everyone how head over heels you are for him. the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the way his dimples showed at the slightest smile, the way he would cover his mouth slightly when he was complimented.

"y/n? did you hear what i was saying?" chanyeol waved his hand in front of you, causing you to snap out of your stupor. "sorry?" you blinked, eyes slightly widened. "as i was saying, i think it would sound better if you soften your voice a little at this part," he repeated, chuckling softly at your antics.

you leaned closer to him and looked at the printed lyrics that were full of his scribbled notes. "which part?" you inquired, your eyes scanning through your part. his finger pointed out to the closing part. you flinched slightly when you felt his touch on your face. "your hair was in the way," he admitted, acting as if tucking your hair behind your ears was the most natural thing to do.

your cheeks burned slightly and you stepped a few steps back. "right," you stuttered slightly, now fixing your hair nervously. "oh, should we take a break? it's almost lunchtime," chanyeol muttered, looking at his phone's lock screen. you could only nod in reply, not trusting your voice to answer him. "what do you want? i'll order it for us," he scrolled through a food app.

soon enough, the two of you finished your recordings and it was finally time to leave the studio.

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eris4life: did you guys see the way she was looking at him??? 👀

channielove: no wayyy did you not see the WAY chanyeol was looking at her??? eris4life: omg i just noticed! are we smelling something hereeee

kyungkyungsoo: omg they should totally collab more! they sound so good together!!!

baeksblub: guys... i think we're getting an announcement soon

you scrolled through the video's comment section, face flushing slightly because of how obviously you were staring at chanyeol. they even gave the exact time stamp! but the thought of chanyeol doing the same made your heart flutter. was he staring at you too? you hadn't noticed.

chanyeol on the other hand was smiling to himself while remembering the time you two were recording the song. his grip on the pillow grew tighter every time he remembered your smile. "hyung, he's at it again," sehun whispered in junmyeon's ear. "who's at what again?" junmyeon tilted his head slightly. kyungsoo pointed his finger toward chanyeol who was smiling ear to ear like a high school girl in love.

chanyeol was not the type to back down from a challenge. he considers talking to you more – getting to know you a challenge as not many people would have the courage to talk to the one they are interested in.

his finger hovers over your username, contemplating whether he should follow you or not. maybe this was a bad idea – that this was a very stupid idea. but hell, he loves stupid.

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real__pcy

hey 🫣

were your eyes deceiving you or did you accept a new message from chanyeol?

y/n

hey 🫢

real__pcy

do you want to get coffee sometime? no pressure you can say no

the two of you somehow just clicked. chanyeol made you laugh so much. you made him laugh so much.

not even a year after your collaboration, the two of you were already planning a new song together. except this time, both of you were jumpy.

an accidental touch to the hand caused both of you to flinch and jump in the opposite direction. the sudden close distance made both of you stutter your words and look in the other direction. and the simplest eye contact almost caused you to ruin the whole song while recording.

you remind yourself to be mindful of your actions as the two of you are being recorded. but it was so hard sometimes when his closeness lingered a few seconds long. he probably hates you right? you were being awkward and unprofessional while recording.

"you two should take a break," the director instructed, getting up from his chair and walking out of the studio. you let out a sigh and sat down on the chair inside the recording room. and he followed suit. he carefully sat down beside you, hoping you wouldn't be uncomfortable. "so..." he started, his voice sounding awkward.

"i think you did great, by the way," he complimented, smiling shyly at you. "i think you did great, too," you returned the compliment. after a while, the silence returned. though this time, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was a few minutes ago.

.

a few days later, the two of you returned to the studio for the final recording. due to both of you being incompetent, the recording time was longer than expected. your interaction a few days ago made both of you less skittish. except for the occasional awkward laughter.

at one point, you hadn't even realized that the two of you had gotten so close while inspecting the lyrics. "this part–" his words died down in his throat when his arm brushed yours. "sorry," he muttered but made no effort to move away. your eyes didn't peel away from his and instead, the two of you were leaning into each other's face.

with chanyeol being tall, he had to bend down a little. you closed your eyes, half-expecting for him to kiss you. while the other half; well...

his lips met yours in a slow yet sensual kiss. it wasn't rushed. and for some reason, it just felt so right. the world around you vanished and you could only feel the two of you standing there; in the room right now.

when you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and slowly regained his breath. "is it too late to admit that i like you?" he smiled, his cute dimples showing. you shook your head and smiled. "i like you, too,"

.

the video went viral just a few hours after being published.

chanslover: chanyeol please just one chance 😭😭

jonginreal: YESSSS THEYRE TOGETHER

junmyeonsfakecotton: my ship is sailing. i can finally die in peace.

baekshands: OMG OMG OMG TELL ME IM NOT DREAMING

kyungsoochest: you are not.

[multidoluv]

→ ChanYeol x Fem!Reader

❥ Synopsis: ChanYeol faces a difficult situation when his girlfriend has to pretend to be married to JongDae for an episode of We Got Married.

❥ Word count: 0.5k

❥ Warnings: Jealousy.

❥ Request: Yes.

With every broadcast, ChanYeol couldn’t help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over him at some point, even though he knew it was all part of the show. A pang of envy struck him as he watched JongDae share those moments with the person he loved, unconcerned about the rumors that might arise due to the show’s concept.

Those negative emotions started to worry him, especially when all of EXO was invited to a special episode. The "newlyweds’" house was opened, and together, they took a brief tour of the place.

"We cooked for you," the woman announced as she searched for the dishes in the kitchen.

"Really? Did Chen participate?" BaekHyun asked, feigning surprise.

"Is it edible?" SeHun joked, provoking a mix of complaints and whining from the man in question.

"It is!" he assured, bringing the main dish to the table.

She laughed and intervened, assuring them that nothing tasted bad and that she had overseen the entire preparation. JongDae puffed out his chest, proud, and scolded them, while ChanYeol played deaf and blind to avoid the annoying ticklish feeling in his stomach.

For fifteen minutes, the event went smoothly, but halfway through lunch, the guys started asking and teasing about their relationship, which only worsened his feelings. The man tried to stay calm and engage naturally, but he couldn't help but let slip a comment filled with disdain.

"Is it fun playing with my girlfriend?"

More than one person choked on their drink, staring at him in confusion and surprise. The program's staff fell into a deathly silence as the woman paled, her lips slightly parted.

"What?" JongDae inquired, thinking he had misheard.

"I asked if it's fun playing with my girlfriend."

"Are you serious?" JongIn intervened, leaning over the table.

"Didn't you know? We've been together for months," he explained without shame, his anger still too strong for him to try and correct himself or salvage the moment.

Several eyes frantically scanned the room, looking for something to do. The woman, visibly overwhelmed, placed a hand on her forehead, trying to calm herself before turning to the producer.

"Are you going to air this?" she asked, inadvertently confirming the statement.

"We can edit it…"

"No, leave it as it is. It's time for it to be known," ChanYeol said, dismissing the option with a gesture.

"Are you crazy? Do you think this is the right time?" she growled, crossing her legs and arms.

Noticing the tone of his partner, the man seemed to become aware and started to reflect.

"Well, since we're all gathered..." he replied uncertainly, not wanting to make the irreparable worse.

A brief silence settled in the room until one of the eldest decided to take control of the situation.

"Your marriage is a sham," BaekHyun declared.

"What? What are you saying?" JongDae responded, choosing to play along with that familiar whine of his.

As the guys tried to lighten the mood, the real couple exchanged silent glances, tense and nervous. She raised an eyebrow, while ChanYeol flashed a wide, apologetic smile. He knew that, thanks to his jealousy, this would be the most popular episode.

[exouniverse]

Good Enough

Pairing: chanyeol x gn reader

Genre: angst, fluff, friends (there can be hidden feelings)

Warnings: none, but if you find any please let me know.

Summary: As you’re watching a show with your best friend, a scene from it hits close to home at your situation after being unemployed for months. You break down in front of Chanyeol, but his positive energy and your bond gets through to you and calms you down.

Word count: 784

A/N: If you know which kdrama I’m describing here, please dm me!! ❤️‍🩹 When I thought of this drabble and matching it with Chanyeol, it just had to be inspired on Good Enough and even also I’m on your side too. This is day three of the January Prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting

ALL JANUARY PROMPTS POSTS

The salty and buttery aroma of popcorn still filled the air as you kept stealing kettles from Chanyeol’s bowl. Yours was already empty, lying on your lap as the scenes from the drama you two were watching got you entranced.

It was a cute, romantic drama you and Chanyeol had discovered the previous week—a story about two friends who had known each other since childhood. The dynamic between the two leads, and all of the banter they shared, felt like a reflection of your friendship with Chanyeol.

But as the scene got the main character baring her soul, something inside you was triggered. The words, the emotions, It was like seeing a projection of what you have been living through. The lump in your throat was getting harder to swallow back, and the ache in your chest felt like heartburn.

As much as you still felt seen, it also drew back feelings you were trying to keep hidden from everyone around you, thoughts that you felt shouldn’t be said out loud or anyone would think you’re crazy or exaggerating.

“Yah! Idiot!” Chanyeol suddenly blurted out, a playful chuckle escaping him as he noticed you snatching away his popcorn. “You’re eating my—“

His laughter slowly faded as he listened to your soft sniffles. Chanyeol shifted closer to you, a concerned look on his face as he saw the tears falling down your eyes, the tension in your jaw as you fought to hold them back.

“Hey… hey, what’s going on? Why are you…” He stopped and looked back at the screen, his brows furrowing in worry as he put the pieces together in his mind.

His hand reached for yours, almost instinctively, almost as if it was already a habit, and it was in a way. “Talk to me. I’m here,” he whispered tenderly, his voice filled with concern and apprehension.

At your obvious silence, Chanyeol sighed, feeling powerless but still trying to reach you as he tightened his hold on your hand slightly. He bit his lip, trying to find the right words to say, or even just another question to get through to you without pushing too hard.

You tried to hold back the sob that threatened to escape, feeling ashamed for how vulnerable a simple scene from a show could make you feel. It was only Chanyeol, but you couldn’t help the embarrassment of crying so suddenly in front of him.

“It’s just—“ you averted his eyes; you knew that if you looked into them, you could end up crying even more. “It’s like seeing myself there on the screen. All the struggle, all the wasted time, and all the pain… I thought things would be better by now, you know?” Your voice came out a little strained at the end, latching onto Chanyeol’s hand as if it were a lifeline.

He nodded slowly, conscious of how much you’ve struggled since falling unwillingly into unemployment. Shifting even closer, your arms are almost touching by now. “I know, it does hit close to home, huh?” His thumb brushes gently over your knuckles. “But you’re not alone, okay? I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. I got you.”

His words were soothing, only a bit more than his voice. You knew you got him; you have always had him on your side. You managed to look up at him, not surprised to find nothing but genuine compassion and tenderness in his eyes.

“I don’t know what else to do… I feel so lost and helpless. I have had the worst year and this one is not looking any better… I’m afraid, Yeol.”

Chanyeol meditated over your words, knowing how much you're bargaining now. He looks around the living room of his apartment and catches sight of his notebook and a pen on the cabinet near the window. He slides left on the couch and reaches for them without even having to let go of your hand.

“Let’s do something small,” he says, handing them to you. “Write down a few simple resolutions… just things that you can do, bit by bit. Not just things that can help you land a job, but things that can help you stay positive and good about yourself. You gotta keep that little head of yours up high, okay?” He lifts your chin up with the hand that is not holding yours, offering a small smile. “You used to do this… and you didn’t at the end of last year.”

The corner of your lips turned up at his gesture, your heart now pumping blood at a regular pace. You stared back at the notebook, opening it up and pressing down the pen on a blank page.

[multidol]

→ ChanYeol x Fem!Reader

❥ Sinopsis: ChanYeol enfrenta una difícil situación cuando su novia debe fingir estar casada con JongDae para un episodio de We Got Married.

❥ Palabras: 0.5k

❥ Advertencias: Celos.

❥ Pedido: Si.

En cada transmisión, ChanYeol no podía evitar que, en algún momento, la sensación de celos lo invadiera, incluso cuando sabía que todo formaba parte del espectáculo. Sentía una punzada de envidia al ver cómo JongDae compartía esos momentos con la persona que él amaba, sin preocuparse por los rumores que pudieran surgir debido al concepto del programa.

Esas emociones negativas llegaron a asustarlo, especialmente cuando todo EXO fue invitado a un episodio especial. La casa de los “recién casados” fue abierta, y en conjunto dieron un pequeño recorrido por el lugar.

—Cocinamos para ustedes —anunció la femenina mientras buscaba los platillos en la cocina.

—¿De verdad? ¿Chen participó? —preguntó BaekHyun, fingiendo sorpresa.

—¿Es digerible? —bromeó SeHun, provocando una mezcla de queja y gimoteo por parte del masculino en cuestión.

—¡Lo es! —aseguró él, mientras traía la fuente con la comida principal.

Ella rió e intervino, asegurando que nada sabía mal y que había vigilado toda la preparación. JongDae infló el pecho, orgulloso, y los regañó, mientras ChanYeol se hacía el sordo y el ciego para evitar las cosquillas molestas en su estómago.

Durante quince minutos, el evento transcurrió sin problemas, pero a mitad del almuerzo, los chicos comenzaron a preguntar y molestar sobre su relación, lo que hizo que los sentimientos empeoraran. El hombre intentó mantenerse calmado e involucrarse de manera natural, pero no pudo evitar soltar un comentario lleno de antipatía.

—¿Es divertido jugar con mi novia?

Más de uno se ahogó con lo que estaba bebiendo, mirándolo entre confundidos y sorprendidos. El staff del programa guardó un silencio sepulcral mientras la femenina empalidecía, con los labios entreabiertos.

—¿Qué? —inquirió JongDae, pensando que había oído mal.

—Pregunté si es divertido jugar con mi novia.

—¿Hablas en serio? —intervino JongIn, inclinándose sobre la mesa.

—¿No lo sabías? Hace meses que estamos juntos —explicó sin vergüenza, el enojo no bajando lo suficiente para intentar corregirse y salvar el momento.

Varios ojos se desplazaron en pánico por la habitación, buscando qué hacer. La mujer, visiblemente agobiada, se llevó una mano a la frente intentando calmarse antes de fijarse en el productor.

—¿Van a publicar esto? —preguntó, sin querer confirmando la declaración.

—Podemos editarlo…

—No, déjenlo así. Ya es tiempo de que se sepa —opinó ChanYeol, descartando la opción con un gesto.

—¿Estás loco? ¿Ahora te parece el mejor momento? —gruñó ella, cruzando piernas y brazos.

Teniendo en cuenta el tono de su pareja, el masculino pareció tomar conciencia y empezó a reflexionar.

—Bueno, ya que estamos reunidos... —respondió inseguro, no queriendo empeorar lo irremediable.

Un breve silencio se instaló en el ambiente hasta que uno de los mayores decidió tomar las riendas del asunto.

—Tu matrimonio es una farsa —sentenció BaekHyun.

—¿Qué? ¿Qué estás diciendo? —respondió JongDae, optando por seguir el juego con ese gimoteo tan característico de él.

Mientras los chicos intentaban aligerar el ambiente, la verdadera pareja se observaba en silencio, tensos y nerviosos. Ella enarcó una ceja, mientras ChanYeol sonreía ampliamente con aire de disculpa. Sabía que, gracias a sus celos, ese sería el episodio más popular.

[baejl]

lawyer-to-be

exo 10th member

somi feels the pressure of her final semester at uni while getting ready for EXO's comeback after a while

masterlist 🌻 requests are open feedback is always important to me!  

"Let’s go back from the second chorus to the bridge." the choreographer told the group. 

Somi whined and pouted, returning to her position on the other side of the room. 

All these years she could count how many dances she didn’t cross the whole room or stage and things would not be any different with ‘Don’t Fight The Feeling’. 

But, other than that, one more thing kept her anxious that night: finals. 

For a long time during her journey at university, she thought this moment would never happen. Deep inside, she knew that balancing her life and a whole university dream was almost impossible but, somehow, she made it. If everything works out, Somi will officially be a Bachelor of Law in less than a month. 

"Can we take a break?" Xiumin asked, taking a sip of his water. 

"No!" Somi answered before the choreographer himself, making her members and managers laugh. Xiumin looked at her, surprised. "Sorry, oppa. We’re running late and I have finals today."

"That’s true." Sehun said, massaging Somi’s back. "Poor girl is studying her brain out."

Somi frowned at the sudden display of affection and stepped aside, running away from Sehun’s message. 

"Oh, really?" the dance director asked her manager, who agreed. The man turned back at Somi, with an apologetic gaze. "I’m so sorry, Somi. I didn’t know. We can start earlier tomorrow and cover the rest, you’re all dismissed."

The boys sighed, relieved. For most of them, especially the ones coming back from the army, everything was still a bit hard to get used to again. 

After some minutes deliberating if they’d either eat at the company or their respective houses, the members decided to enjoy those few minutes and eat together at the company, like in the old days. Each manager bought something and less than ten minutes later, they were spread out in the lounge area of the dance room, some sitting on the couch while the other sat on the floor - like Somi, who was eating her sandwich while scribbling her notes. 

"Somi-yah", Baekhyun called her attention, teasing her. "this isn’t the library. Eat peacefully."

Somi sighed, shaking her head without looking up. 

"It is my last semester, oppa. I can’t let things slip now." she answered him. "I don’t even have time for that."

Kai, on the other hand, took one of her papers and - tried to - read it, raising an eyebrow while taking a bite of his apple. 

"How do you even have space in your brain for dance moves and legal articles?" he genuinely asked, making everyone in the room laugh. 

Somi rolled her eyes at him playfully, but still appreciated the lighthearted support. Taking the note from his hand, she placed it back to where it was before. 

"Your brain is the small one here, oppa." she joked around. Kai laughed too, and understood that was his cue to let Somi quiet. 

Eventually, the boys started packing their things and getting ready to go back home. Before leaving, Chanyeol headed straight to Somi. 

"Before I leave, pop quiz." he said, making the girl look at him without getting exactly what he was expecting of her. "Tell me what the 10th article of the Korean Constitution says."

Somi laughed nervously. 

"You’re testing me now?" she asked. 

"Consider it a challenge! What’s it about?" he insisted. 

"The dignity of individuals and the right to pursue happiness. Every person deserves respect." Somi answered, confidently, making the managers and members still there cooing. 

Chanyeol winked at her, giving the girl a quick hug before taking his backpack from the couch where he was sitting not too long ago. 

"Look at you! Ready to ace the test." he joked. 

Somi learned how to calm herself before an exam as time went by. In her first semester, she couldn’t sleep for two whole weeks, too anxious about everything. She couldn’t stop thinking how embarrassed she’d be if she failed any subject - she could even imagine the headlines, ‘EXO’s Somi fails university’. 

But, luckily, with a lot of therapy and self-confidence that she was doing what she could to be a great student, she realised that being that desperate was kind of useless. Somi couldn’t pull out the ‘I’m an idol’ card because things were hard. Some of her colleagues had to work twice what she had and they’d still do their best. 

With time, Somi learned to trust her guts. 

"Somi-ssi," she heard D.O calling her and looked at him. "fighting!"

They waved each other a quick goodbye before Somi’s phone started to buzz, indicating it was time for her to start getting ready to leave too. As her house was away from either the company or her university, she packed a change of clothes and some makeup, just to cover the huge dark circles under her eyes and look less tired. 

Going to the private washroom inside the practice room, she took a quick shower before getting ready. Luckily, her manager had already left, leaving Somi all by herself, enjoying those few moments of silence, trying to remember as much as she could about everything that could be on the exam. 

The road to the uni was filled with silence. Somi needed silence after spending the whole day listening to the same music, over and over again. Parking her car in a more private spot in the parking lot, Somi took a last check on her phone. A thousand missing calls and hundreds of messages, but one in particular caught her attention, and it was from Jungkook.

"Good luck, sunshine. I’m open for a good glass of wine after the exam 😝❤"

Somi chuckled as she read the message, feeling her cheeks warming. He was being so cute to her after their little moment at the ‘97 line party, that she’d eventually have to accept one of his multiple invites to go out. However, that was not the time to think about any of that. 

Making a quick prayer before leaving her car, Somi felt that bittersweet feeling on her belly as she walked to her classroom, greeting some of her uni friends on the way. 

Somi felt incredibly comfortable while she was there. She didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but it was like she didn’t have to worry about anything else but getting great notes and studying, not about the thousands of steps, rhythms or beats she had to hit per minute and, luckily, people around her seemed to understand that. Somi never had to take any actions and the other students were always very polite when they wanted attention from the “idol Somi”, as they’d joke. 

When Somi got to her classroom, most of her classmates were already there, focusing on their notes just like she had a few minutes ago. She sat down in her usual spot and waited for the time. I am fine, she kept mentally repeating. I’ve faced greater challenges in life, she assured herself. Anyway, all she could do was wait. 

A few moments later, the professor arrived, with a bundle of paper in his hands and a killer look on his face. 

That was it, she was going to fail. 

When the professor handed her the paper, she didn’t think too much. It was almost like her body would shut down and the only functional thing was her brain. In less than an hour, Somi finished the exam, taking extra time to review her answers before it was too late. She gave the paper back to the professor, who kindly gave her a thumbs up before dismissing her, wishing her good luck. 

As soon as she stepped out of the classroom, Somi felt her energy drained. She sent her friends a message saying she’d head straight home and that she was sorry for not going out with them, but all she wanted was a warm bath, with her special bath soaps and her bed. 

The way back to the dorm was as silent as it was to the university. She heard her phone vibrating sometimes but nothing really mattered as her parents, members and managers were the only contacts she’d get notified. 

Getting home, Somi tried to balance her books, bags, water bottle and some packages the doorman gave her. When she opened the door, dropped all of that on the floor. That was a problem for Future Somi. 

But, something on her table called her attention. 

It was the most beautiful pink and white roses bouquet, smelling so fresh and sweet, perfectly placed in a pink pot. She took the small envelope placed beside the bouquet and felt tears in her eyes when she read it. 

We’re so proud of you. Keep going - you’re doing amazing. Fighting! - All the love, Kyungsoo. 

She smiled, feeling the warmth of their support as she headed straight to her room, knowing she was not just carrying the weight alone.

[jongbross]

If you ever come back can you write something on exo's reaction to your parents not accepting your relationship?

baekhyun, jongdae, kyungsoo

it's up to you. they don't care about your parents' opinion (respectfully), because they're dating you, not them. what do you wanna do next? break up? keep going? they will follow your lead, but please fight for them a little bit.

minseok, junmyeon, yixing

they think you should consider what your parents are telling you too. they know they are YOUR PARENTS and they're important for you, so these boys don't want you to disrespect them. they will gladly accept being in a relationship where they don't have much contact with your family though, it's okay, and they won't hold it against you.

chanyeol, jongin, sehun

very close to their own family, so they can't imagine being in a relationship where your parents don't like them or whatever. might try it because it's you and they love you, but it's kinda bittersweet. there will probably be arguments over it, but i promise they will try to make it work (keyword is try).

[haechanhues]

A Different Fourth-Inning

pairing : boy-dad!chanyeol x mum!reader

genre : slice of life. nothing really about the relationship except that you have kids together and in a happy relationship.

warnings : none.

word count : 0.227 words

summary : chanyeol, proud boy dad faces his most difficult task of fatherhood yet.

Chanyeol with his big hands, scarred by hardwork and the weight of his three sons that wish for him to be a little rougher than you. A little more of a racket, holds this bundle so gently. 

The tears well in his eyes as he takes a look at his baby girl. 

A girl. 

Oh rejoice. A boy dad gets a taste of his baby girl and instantly melts in a puddle he thought was impossible. 

The boys had their time with their sister, boisterous creatures turning into boys that are gentle and protective. Who are caring and loving. Who love their mother with freshly dried hair and wet older brother kisses. 

Chanyeol, the confident giant, timid for the first time when he first appears in the doorway. Only spurred on by your reassuring smile, and the tears welled in his eyes as he rightfully held his girl in his arms for the first time. 

“Hey baby,” A trained softness to him, a little jerky but no doubt will be smoothed by time, “It’s your Appa.” 

And when his girl smiles at him, with eyes that look like you when he first fell in love with you. With skin so soft. He can’t help but cry and cry. Silent promises of protection, of love and of care. 

Chanyeol, proud boy dad of three, becomes proud girl dad too. 

[peachesvanilla]

Dancing with the stranger

description: A red string binds soulmates together, it never breaks or cut or dies down. In a world of pure love and hookups, what if your soulmate turns out to be the person you least expected? What if that person is your professor? Amidst desperation and constant reminder of the red string tying them together, will it get its happy ending or ends up in chaos or worst, with a hook up.

characters: Baekhyun, reader, Chanyeol

genres: angst, soulmate au, professor!Baekhyun, student!reader, age gap

warnings: unedited

taglist: @archernarbeta @andimoon @blue-rainydays @redxbloom

part - 1 part - 2

“ID.” The bouncer extends his hand. 

I dig my wallet for my ID and hand him it. He eyes my shaky hands, his head tilting to the right a little, doubts clouding his head. He grabs my ID, checks the card and looks up at me three times to make sure I’m not carrying a fake ID. I grip my wallet tightly with my sweaty hands, and look around the dimly lit area. 

Hyejin suggested this club, saying it is the most happening place right now. Hot place to people looking for hookups. 

The man behind me is breathing up my neck, crowding all over my personal space. I take a step forward to get away from him but he does the same. I snap back at him, glaring with all my might to scare him off. 

He gives a sleek smile, his eyes dropping to my bare shoulders, and the deep cut of my neckline. 

“Go in.” The bouncer hands me my ID back, “stay safe.” He shakes his head as I pass by him and join Hyejin inside the club, “kids these days. Can’t wait a little longer.” 

I scoff. What does he know? 

“Don’t mind them.” Hyejin grabs my hand, “you are smoky hot.” She giggles giving me a once over. “I bet finding a hookup will be easy.” She drags me inside the club, sudden loud music blasting my ears. 

The dance floor is crowded. Men and women are occupied in dancing, but with seconds passing I can see their hands disappearing under their partner’s clothes. My neck is hot in embarrassment and fear. What am I doing here? 

I’m not one of them. I can’t let anyone other than my soulmate lay a finger on me. How can I even think I can hookup? This is a bad idea. A very bad one. 

“I don’t think—” my words fell out to find Hyejin disappeared from my side. Where did she go now? Do I have to go deeper into the club to find her? 

My eyes sweep around the loud crowd, the drinks at the counter kept on coming. Dark corners are occupied with couples making out, sometimes I can see three of them. My heart sinks to my stomach, as everything slowly registers in my brain. 

No, no, no. I don’t belong here. Shall I go back home and beg Mr.Byun again? Maybe this time if I can show him something new, something… something what? What will make him want me? 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” People’s chant crashes through my thoughts of despair. Few of them push me while making their way around the dance floor joining others in cheering. 

Why are they cheering for others to kiss? It’s not even like they are soulmates? A scoff escapes me. All this for a hookup? I turn my back to the crowd, ready to search for Hyejin. Hookups are for losers. Why would they invest so much time in something that will break you apart in the end? 

The hickey on Mr.Byun’s neck flashes across my mind. Is it something worthier than having your soulmate? 

The crowd cheers, clapping and hooting. Maybe it is. Maybe it is better than burying yourself under a blanket and counting days. I step on the dance floor, pushing myself into the boisterous people. 

A couple is kissing. The woman’s back is facing towards me, tipping on her toes to reach her man. His smile is so wide that it can split his face into half, his hand on her neck fingers disappearing into her hair and another one holding her waist. He slowly pulls her towards him, peppering kisses around her lips. Girls beside me coos with a bittersweet smile. Others hold their partner’s hand giving shy smiles to each other.

The man breaks the kiss, tucks her head under his neck, burying her in between his arms. His entire being beaming with happiness. 

“Ah, first kiss.” The girl beside me says, holding her hand on her barely covered chest. “Innocent days.” She turns to the man beside her and winks. 

“We can do it too.” He shouts in her ear, biting the shell of her ear before trailing kisses from her cheek to her lips. 

I gulp. Why is everyone kissing so openly? Isn’t that for behind the bedroom doors. The girl moans so loud, earning hoots from others, and raising chills on my skin. From the corner of my eye I see her skirt is pulled up slightly as he rubs circles on her bare skin. God, no. 

I start toward the exit, I can meet Hyejin at home. Spending one more minute in this hideous, lustful place will make me explode. The search for cabs on my phone is unsuccessful. 

I knock into someone, my phone drops onto the sticky dirty floor. I gasp when someone who entered the club kicked it somewhere. 

“One thing. At least one thing can go right in my life.” I utter to myself. “Why can’t—”

“What are we searching for?” 

I scream feeling a stranger’s breath on my neck. I ram my elbow into his stomach, pushing him off of me. He kneels over howling in pain, holding his chest. A smile spreads across me realizing I haven't lost my strength yet. 

He holds my hand for support, still ducking down. His long strands hanging down, his eyes are closed. I narrow my eyes, noticing his lip corner is tilted up, I lean in closer to make sure he isn’t smiling. How can he smile when I hit him hard? 

He tilts his chin towards me, eyes brimming with mischief. He narrows the space between our faces, his eyes running across my face. I stand rooted in my place, my breath stuck in my throat. This stranger, this boy, no, this man, is handsome. 

“That was a good hit.” He stands straight. I tilt my head up to maintain our eye contact. He runs his hand through his hair, “new?” 

Tattoos are all over his hand. He grabs my arm, dragging me away before I can even reply or register where he is taking us. We are sitting on a table in some part of the club that’s less crowded and low music playing in the background. This kind of place exist in clubs? 

He drags a chair out for me, smiling patiently for me to sit while holding the chair. Once I’m all settled, he slowly pushes the chair closer to the table and occupies the other one opposite to mine. 

What’s happening? Before I can even come back to my senses and demand what the heck he is doing, he smiles again but this time his dimple pops out. God. 

“You didn’t answer me. First time?” He rests his chin on his hand propped up on the table. 

“I don’t see why I need to answer you.” I frown, unsurely. I was looking for Hyejin ten minutes ago and now I’m with a stranger..? 

“Oh, come on. We are at the club for broken hearts.” The table couldn’t house his long legs, his knees bumping into mine every time he shifts in his chair. “Everyone has a story, a sad one at least.” 

I clasp my fingers on my lap, digging my nails into my skin, should I be here? What am I doing? He is a complete stranger. What if he is a psycho? Or a pervert? 

“I’m not this kind of girl.” The words slip through before I can take them back. I look in his eyes for any kind of disbelief or mockery. Everyone starts with I’m not this type. But in the end they end up being that girl. 

He patiently waits for me to continue. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Coming here out of all the places. But I can’t stay in my room crying day and night, right?” 

I look at him again to get confirmation or am I seeking his approval? He nods. 

“Why will anyone come here? Of course their soulmate rejected them.” I drag my hands across my face, “worst possible case. He sees me as a child. A kid. Borderline like an embarrassment in his life.” 

“That's an asshole of him to make you feel.” He frowns, the twinkle in his eyes missing. Was there twinkle in his eyes all this time? 

“Yeah, no, I don’t know.” I lick my lips, my fingers shaking a little as I prepare myself to say, “he is older, older than me. Maybe like nine years older?”

“Ah,” he hums.

“And he is my professor.” 

“Fuck.” His mouth hangs open a little, “that’s craziest shit he has ever written.” He points his finger towards the sky. “Forbidden kind. Interesting.”

I kick his shin. He grins lopsidedly, caging my legs between his humongous ones. I glare at him, trying to free myself from him. He chuckles at my efforts, he leans in closer and presses my nose, “boop.”

My hair stands behind my neck, warmth spreading all over me. “You can’t just… you can’t just do that…” I rub my nose trying to not feel anything. 

He chuckles and rubs my head. “Cute. Do you wanna go hit the dance floor?” 

“What?”

“Oh, I’m Chanyeol by the way.” He grabs my hand and shakes it. 

[baekhyunsbestie]

can we get some love for chanyeols fingering skills

chanyeolllllll my fave downstairs dj need those fingers in me STAT juseyo 😮‍💨😩🙏🏼

those long, slender fingers?? yeah. lethal. elegant and destructive. he knows it too — smirks every time your breath hitches when his hand so much as brushes your inner thigh.

he loves taking his time. he’ll start slow, teasing you through your panties, fingers just pressing lightly over your soaked fabric until you’re squirming. then he’ll finally slip them in… but not all the way. just the tip of one finger at first, curling it so gently you gasp.

obsessed with making you cum on just his fingers. like it’s a personal challenge. he’ll whisper, “come on, baby, you can do that for me, right? just my fingers. you’re already dripping.”

when he's in a mood, he'll keep you right on the edge — two fingers deep, curling perfectly into that spot that makes your legs shake, but pulling back right when you’re about to lose it. grinning like the menace he is while saying, “not yet. you can gimme more than that.”

his rhythm is insane. drummer precision. he finds that perfect tempo that makes your body sing, and doesn’t let up until you’re unraveling with broken little whimpers, thighs clenched around his wrist, begging him not to stop.

eye contact while fingering you is a kink of his. he’ll stare right into your soul while his fingers pump into you, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. when your eyes flutter shut, he’ll growl, “look at me. wanna see you fall apart.”

he talks you thru it. “that’s it, baby. so tight around my fingers. doin’ so good for me. fuck, love how wet you get like this.”

hot, steamy make out seshes always involve fingering. tongue in your mouth, fingers deep inside you, his other hand gripping your waist, keeping you steady while your whole body trembles under him.

aftercare king. he’ll kiss your thighs, your stomach, your lips, murmuring how pretty you looked while falling apart for him, how he could stay between your legs forever.

[mybiasisexo]

may i request 50 for the drabble game please? feel free to make it a pt 2 of personal trainer yeol 😂 but up to your creative flow! thank you 🩵

Distracted pt. 2 -- Cardio 🏃🏻‍♂️

Part 1 Genre: smut | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.4k Warnings: language | explicit sexual scenes

a/n: i feel like you dont have to read pt 1 if you dont want to, but it does add some context 😇. imma be honest...this was hard asf 😭. im not v confident in writing smut lol i get so nervous 😂 im just a girl ok?!??!! but yeaaah i hope it quenches yall thirsts cause youre obv THIRSTYYYY 💦😂 and if its bad just lie and tell me i did good lmfaoo

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Two days passed before you’re back at the gym. When you found Chanyeol, he informed you it was a cardio day and left you to it.

Your anxiety soared while you struggled to climb the stair master. He told you to do forty minutes, so he must hate you. You were going to have to get a new trainer, huh? Hell, at this rate, a whole new gym! If you’d known this was how your relationship with Chanyeol would be after taking his offer, you would’ve declined it. Better yet, he should’ve never offered in the first place!

Personally, you didn’t regret what happened. It felt like the shaken bottle of your shared desire finally exploded. Actually, you did have one regret, and that was the fact you’d had only a taste—literally for Chanyeol—of that desire.

Still, you understood if Chanyeol had any qualms about the situation. He was your trainer after all. Eating your client out on company time probably wasn’t the best move. The distance he was currently giving you was telling. He rarely made you do cardio, and when you did it was for warm up. Was this his way of telling you that was a one-off thing? Was he silently hoping you wouldn’t show up? Despite the burning in your thighs, you pressed on even harder, needing a distraction from your racing thoughts.

“Too much?” The deep voice caused your lower abdomen to burn. Checking behind you, you saw Chanyeol moseying in your direction. Your forty minutes was up and you were now dragging your stiff legs to the locker room.

“I’ve never been on that thing longer than five minutes,” you whined. “And I might’ve pushed myself too hard. My thighs feel like they’re about to pop.”

He winced and followed you into the room. You plopped onto a bench with a sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you relished in your relief.

Your body tensed back up at the sensation of hands on your calf. You whipped your head forward, eyes sprang open to the vision of Chanyeol kneeling in front of you.

“What are—oh!” Your question turned into a moan as his thick fingers started messaging your sore muscles.

“We don’t want them to get too sore, now do we?” He murmured, focused entirely on your legs.

You melted under his hands and fought the little sensual sounds his innocent touch elicited from you. He worked on your calves first, slowly venturing higher to your painfully tight thighs. You knew he had to feel the goosebumps prickling your skin in answer to his ministrations, but he remained silent as he worked, and you wondered if this was his attempt at an apology. Well, you’d take it. It felt way too good not to.

“I’ve never done a day of straight cardio,” you said, breeching the topic of your concern.

Chanyeol sighed heavily. “I thought it would be best for today….”

“So that you could leave me alone?” You questioned.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But not for the reason you’re thinking.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He finally lifted his head and your breath caught at the sight. Chanyeol looking up at you from between your legs had your last shared memory come to mind, where he was in a very similar position.

A grin lifted a corner of his mouth, as if he knew where your mind had gone, and it only proved the point he was about to make.

“If your pouting throughout your workout was any indicator, I imagine you think I regret what happened between us.”

A thrill shot through you at the word: us. You tried your best to hide your pleasure before the man in front of you could notice.

“You don’t?” You asked. “Because I understand if you do. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I can get a new trainer or even go to a diff—ow!”

He’d put too much pressure on a particularly sore spot. He threw you a deceptively innocent look. “There was a knot.”

You scoffed. He ignored you, answering your question instead. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, there’s no need to do that. Just because I licked your pussy doesn’t mean I can’t be professional.”

Your fingers curled around the bench as a wave of arousal swept over you. You let out a breathless laugh. “That’s a very professional thing to say.”

He shrugged. “If you want a different trainer, I won’t stop you. I did cross a line.”

He switched thighs. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”

That shocked you. He was avoiding your stare, concentrating on the thigh he was rubbing. You could sense the sincerity of his words, his vulnerability. You knew you weren’t going to trade trainers. It was only the doubt on his end that spurred the suggestion in the first place.

“Why?”

He peeked up at you, his fingers dangerously close to your now throbbing apex.

“Because I like you.”

You blanched. “You do?!”

He laughed at you. “How can I not? You’re silly—”

“I beg your pardon?”

“—And pretty, and mean—”

“When have I ever been mean to you?” You asked skeptically.

“You haven’t heard the way you talk to me at the end of core day. Plus, you have a glare that could scare the devil.”

That made your back straighten with pride. “Damn right I do.”

“It’s sexy,” he assured. “Everything about you is sexy, it’s unfair. And the most unfair thing of all?”

He bent his head down and pressed his lips to your knee. The tender action trapped your breath in your lungs. He peeked up at you from under his lashes. “You taste just like honey.”

“I do?” You choked out.

He nodded, pressing another kiss above his last. “It’s all I can think about. That’s the reason I sent you off to cardio. I feared I wouldn’t be able to control myself from begging you for another taste.”

He bit the fat of your thigh, dragging his teeth over the tender flesh. The sharp sting of his teeth had you gasping, your hips rolling slightly.

“I knew I’d end up here,” he groaned to himself. He stared up at you with pleading eyes. “So, can I? Taste you again? Let me make up for torturing you today, hmm?”

He kissed up your thigh. When he reached the joint of your hip, you shoved him hard enough for him to fall backwards. He caught himself from sprawling on the floor and looked at you in bewilderment. For a brief moment, you acknowledged that your workouts with him had been paying off if you could knock him over now.

“No.”

“No?” He repeated as if he’d misheard you.

Smirking, you crossed a leg over the other. “I think I deserve a bigger reward. For all my efforts today.”

He didn’t comprehend at first, but then understanding flashed on his face. Still, he remained silent, reluctant to answer in case he was wrong.

“What do you think?” You urged. Your gaze flickered to his crotch and a low grumble rumbled from within his chest.

“If you think that’s what you deserve….”

“I do.”

“Then it’s yours.”

You bit your lip in excitement as he stood up. He hovered over you, reaffirming just how big he was. You’d have to tilt your head allllll the way back to look into his eyes. You wouldn’t know though, because you were too busy reaching for the band of his shorts, thankful that all you had to do was pull them down.

He grabbed your hands before you could yank the offensive barrier off.

“So eager,” he chuckled. You quickly swallowed the whine you were about to let out, refusing to prove another of his points. You decided a glare would send a better message.

“Scary.” He pretended to quake in fear before cupping your chin, tilting your head up as he bent down to bring your lips together for a passionate kiss. It’s wet and all tongue, as if he was settling on these lips to satiate his yearning.   

You made out for a while, until you grew impatient. You wanted to return the favor for last time. You’d tried, after he tore an intense orgasm from you, you’d reached for his shorts just as you had now, and he’d stopped you then as well. He’d promised that eating you out was enough, but it’d left you longing for him.

With him distracted by your mouth, you slithered your hands back to the band of his shorts and slowly dragged them to his mid-thigh. The action made him pull away so that he could narrow his eyes at you accusingly. It made you laugh, but the sight of his dick took away your humor. There was nothing funny about that. You grew intimidated by the size as it bounced in front of your face.

“What?” he asked, sounding rather smug. “Having second thoughts, Sweetie?”

“Absolutely not.” You wasted no more time putting Chanyeol into your mouth the best you could. Your determination made him chuckle, but the feeling of your tongue swiping across his sensitive skin left him groaning. Tears blurred your vision from your effort, but it didn’t deter you. Chanyeol soon took the reins, holding himself up with one hand against the lockers behind you, his other hand holding the back of your head to keep it steady so that he could fuck himself into your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he huffed. He decided to test your limits by shoving himself in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Immediately, you’re gagging around him and his head fell back. “I knew you could take all of me. So good. You feel so good. Shit.”

You couldn’t help but moan from his praises, fighting the urge to play with yourself. The sound vibrated around him, causing his hips to jerk, sinking deeper into you.

He dragged himself out. “Shit. I need to be in you.”

“Fucking finally,” you coughed.

He barked a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to suck me off.”

“True.” You sighed dreamily. He shook his head and started undressing. You followed suite, eager to get to the main event.

When you’re standing in front of him completely naked, he took a few steps back to get a good look. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”

The compliment made you light up. It was so genuine and sweet, it made you want to please him even more. “Then touch me.”

He obliged you straightaway. Large hands roamed your body, lips wandered the expanse of your neck and chest before settling on your lips.

Without breaking the kiss, Chanyeol lifted you up to lay you gently on the bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to do. He slid you towards the edge where he stood and practically squatted to line himself up to you.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked. He rubbed his cock against your soaked pussy distractedly as he awaited your consent.

You nodded quickly. “Yes. Dear god, yes, Chanyeol! I want this. I want you.”

“You want me?” You asked, teasingly.

“So bad,” you babbled. “Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me, Chanyeol. Now. Shit.”

His smile was so large, you swore you could see all of his teeth. “If you insist.”

Then he’s pushing into you. The stretch had your jaw dropping, had you holding onto the bench for dear life as he found a steady rhythm. His dick had you feeling crazy. Every thrust pushed a moan out your throat, as your head snapped from one side to the other, and words unintelligently left your swollen lips. All you could register in your lust ridden mind was him and the intense pleasure he selflessly gave. You’d never experienced anything like it. Chanyeol reached into your fucking soul, leaving you quaking from overstimulation. You wanted him to stop, needed a moment to gather yourself, but he wasn’t allowing you a moment of rest. You were too far gone to voice it anyway.

Little did you know, you were also too much for him. Too wet. Too warm. He’d imagined fucking you plenty of times, but the real thing was indescribable. Unlike anything he could’ve conjured up. You were beyond anything he could’ve conjured. “So perfect. You’re so perfect for me, Angel.”

He gathered you into his embrace, holding your damp body tightly against his own. Lifting you slightly off the bench, he picked up his pace. Your tortured sounds were now directly in his ear, tantalizing him. His strokes grew messy, fueled by a desperation that bridged onto the animalistic.

“I’m gonna come,” you urgently warned, but it wasn’t enough time. You were violently cumming as soon as you finished speaking. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you stiffened in Chanyeol’s arms. Toes and fingers curled as your head fell back, eyes rolling. You started squeezing him so damn tight he could barely move inside you.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, barely having enough time to pull out. He came on your lower stomach in intense spurts that had his hips jerking hard.

Depleted, he fell to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. His head rested against your thigh as he fought to catch his breath.

“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You’d been staring unseeingly at the ceiling since he pulled out, but his words brought you back to reality. “I think you killed me.”

He chuckled and spanked your thigh playfully. “Hurry up and shower. I owe you dinner.”

You struggled into a sitting position so that you could see him. He had a content lazy grin on his face, eyes nearly closed as he leaned against you looking so cute your heart started to ache. Feeling sentimental, you started combing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Like a date?”

He became thoughtful, lifting a finger to play with his cum dripping down your belly. His touch reignited your desire instantly, but you brushed it off.

“I would like it to be, yes.”

You’re absolutely beaming. “Okay. I’ll hurry.”

He backed away so that you could get up to head to the showers. Right before you entered, you turned to him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

He jumped off the floor, trailing after you with a mischievous grin. “And here I thought you hated cardio.”

[dilxcc]

supposedly yours ᡣ𐭩 byun baekhyun

angst, thought it was one-sided love but it wasn't , regrets, grammatical error

byun baekhyun x f!reader x park chanyeol

a/n short angst fic with baek and chan 🥹 I HAD THIS ANGSTY THOUGHT LAST NIGHT AND WAS LIKE, WHY NOT RIGHT?

the awkward silence, the slight skin-to-skin contact, the nervous eye contacts... all of it was a hint in the first place. yet, he had failed to realize that.

"chanyeol... why doesn't he like me? why does he like her?" you sniffled, gripping your phone for dear life. chanyeol hated that you were crying. if anything, he wants you to smile and laugh for the rest of your life. his heart aches even more knowing that you like his best friend. when he is standing right in front of you; comforting you whenever you needed him.

baekhyun wasn't there when your cat went missing. baekhyun wasn't there when you failed your driving test. he wasn't there during your graduation. chanyeol knew why his best friend skipped those events and wasn't there to comfort or congratulate you. and the reasons were acceptable. yet, he felt an ugly feeling brewing in his chest, asking what you even see in baekhyun?

baekhyun regretted the fact that he never take the chance to confess. there were many opportunities where he could just swept you off your feet with his cheesy yet romantic confession. he hated the fact that he was too afraid of losing you. he hated it even more knowing that he lost you to his best friend forever.

.

"you know... i actually used to like you," you admitted shyly. "it was a stupid crush that went on for years," you smiled. "but well, seems like chanyeol's the one for me," you said softly, your eyes gazing at the ring embedded on your finger.

baekhyun could feel his heart shattering into million pieces when you told him you were dating chanyeol. it breaks his heart even more knowing that you are getting married to chanyeol. it brings him back to reality that you weren't his. that you were supposed to be his, but wasn't because of his cowardice.

"congrats. i'll bring you guys wedding gifts," he smiled, hoping that the hurt doesn't show on his face.

[aqupisrecs]

[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : CHANYEOL / PARK CHAN-YEOL

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀//coming soon...

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Status Quo > </ ✰ M ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀The Doctor Will See You Now > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sunflower > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Not Shy of a Spark > </ ✰ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀I Want You to Stay With Me > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Let Me Crash Here For A Moment > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Thigh Riding > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Perfect Lines > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Drunk Scenario > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Secret Admirer!Chanyeol > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dom!Yeol > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Neighbor!Chanyeol > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀10:18 ft. Chen > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀1:27 AM > </ ✰ ⚘ >

Updated [ 2023 - June - 9 ]

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[an-annyeoing-writer]

tw: mentions of violence

The wolf's fur feels rather harsh under your fingers, stained with dry blood and dirt; wolf!Chanyeol's breathing is slow, but steady. His body is heavy on your lap and your legs are starting to tingle, but you can't be bothered. Your hands tremble slightly when you brush down the nape of his neck.

He senses your nervousness and lifts his head, dark brown eyes meeting yours. There is an unspoken question in them and your breath comes out shaky.

“I-it’s okay. I just… need time to let that sink in.”

He seems to believe your explanation, and he lays his head back down, letting his eyes slip closed.

It’s a wonder to you that he can sleep peacefully after you’ve seen him tear flesh and bodies apart. Maybe you’ll eventually grow used to it; maybe your love for him is much stronger than compassion for those people.

Or maybe you’re just too scared to leave.

[aqupistau]

— ☕️ⸯⸯ : unexpected help﹙pcy﹚

warnings: profanity

genre & trope: fluff and strangers!AU

pairing: park chanyeol x f!reader

word count: 0.78k

synopsis. chanyeol races against time as he attempts to tie his necktie for the millionth time for a job interview that would start in a few minutes. he’s trying his best not to break down in the middle of the busy street, then comes you, a stranger, offering a hand to tie his neck tie. 

Twenty-three minutes left.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Chanyeol mutters to himself as he repeatedly knots his necktie and cursing with another failing attempt.

Everything was going well last night, you know. He practiced possible questions for the interview, ironed the newly bought suit, drank tea that was good for his throat, lighted up his favorite incense, and conditioned himself well for a good night's sleep—which was too good to the point that he slept through his alarm. 

It was his fault, really. He acknowledges that he treated himself so well yesterday that it's not going well today.

"I don't think I'm going to make this. Please let this knot be right." Chanyeol pleaded to himself. The growing tension worsens with the endless repeats of please, his voice cracking as he almost broke into tears. 

"Uhm, excuse me?" someone taps on his right shoulder, interrupting him from his internal struggle of making his tie right and the anxious reminder of the interview starting in a few minutes. Chanyeol turns toward the stranger, eyes glossed from the unshed tears.

"May I help you?" Chanyeol managed to ask. A question more likely directed at himself.

"If it's okay, I can tie your necktie for you. Are you here for the interview at the company down the street?" 

Chanyeol nodded, like a lost child being asked if they were lost, not even being able to say thank you for this kind gesture, focusing entirely on not breaking down in the middle of the street. "Yes."

"That's a very good company you chose," You praised to help him lighten up, but Chanyeol answers with a rather defeated thank you, still stuck in a slump.

"Could you please lower yourself a little? You're quite tall." he obliges, lowering his legs to adjust to your height, and you go about to his tie, relying on your muscle memory to the ups and downs steps of tying a perfect necktie.

"Is this your first job interview?" You try to strike up a conversation, and he nods in an almost robotic way, the topic about the possibilities of his job interview failing clouding his mind. It didn't even matter if there was a stranger offering to tie his tie. May this stranger be a pickpocket or whatnot, just please tie the necktie perfectly.

On the first try, you fail, and you can feel how Chanyeol's heart drops from his eyes with the unsuccessful attempt, whispering an oh no. Then you try for the second time, and this time, you finally succeed.

"Oh my god—Thank goodness," Chanyeol gasps in relief, almost dramatically dropping to his knees, and you catch him on time, worried about how his next problem would be the dirty stain on his slacks if he kneels on the concrete.

"Thank you very much. You've saved my life." 

"Literally—oh my god, thank you, really," he pulls you into a hug, sobbing and being grateful for his unexpected savior. You pat his back awkwardly, trying to comfort a pitiful man you just met who was failing to tie his necktie in public, uncertain how to receive such effusive praise.

"No problem?" you responded.

"It's already 8:19! I must go now," he declared, breaking the hug and bowing a ninety-degree bow, and you're startled by the overwhelming gratitude. 

"Please, there's no need for formalities," You muttered. 

Chanyeol looks up at you and breaks out into a smile, revealing the hidden dimples on his cheeks, and you're caught off guard, shocked by the unexpected smile that was concealed all along. Who knew he could smile like that?

With the remaining time left, Chanyeol dashes to the opposite street from yours before you can process the image of his dimples, smiling directly at you.

As his broad back and towering figure gets smaller from your vision, he stops, looking back at you, and waves his hand enthusiastically, mouthing the words "thank you." You smile back at him with a wave and go about your day as you walk to your street. 

You look back at him once, relishing the good feeling of helping a stranger to upstart your day—in resolute to walking to your office with your head held high because you can help people tie their neckties for company interviews in the future. 

"What a crazy superhero I would make," you chuckled and hummed your way back to your office building, the lingering thought of the stranger you helped smiling so radiantly, his prominent dimples that seemed to greet you a good morning. The sky never looked so blue today, and were the leaves of each branch of trees so pleasant to look at ever since?

Without you knowing, Chanyeol steals one—then two more glances at your departing figure, remembering how the most basic etiquette, which was asking for your name, was forgotten. For Chanyeol, it's comical how this morning feels so much like a drama. A stranger stuck in his petty little problem in the middle of the street then comes someone who does it so easily—I mean, doing it with just two attempts.

Despite not knowing your name, he marks you in his mind with the lingering scent of your perfume, still clinging to the right side of his neck from the hug earlier.

He wonders, "Does she work nearby here? She probably does." and he's now resolved to accomplish this interview, determined with the prospect of asking your name this time, hopefully meeting you in this same street again.

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