#chanyeol drabbles

[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.”

[jongbross]

hey, she's mine! (park chanyeol x reader) [requested]

pairing: park chanyeol x reader (x kim jongin, kind of) word count: 3039 genre: fluffy with a tiny bit of angst i guess? warnings: swearing, mentions of sex. baekhyung being a goofy, jongin being a gentleman, chanyeol being way too jealous, jongdae being, well, me (i'm the one who always mentions the booze). a/n: thank you anon for requesting! it turned way longer than i thought it would lol hope you like it 🥺

you felt life being drained from you as you saw him in front of you. it's been so long - actually it's only been two years, but how many lifetimes can be fitted in two years? -, and he has changed so much.

his hair was shorter now, his arms slightly bigger; maybe he was working out like he always said he would do, who knows. there was something more mature about his eyes now too, something you couldn't quite explain.

"i brought my friend with me, i hope you don't mind", baekhyun said, pointing back at said friend. "this is..."

"hey, y/n", he said, interrupting baekhyun.

"hi!", you tried your best to smile. "oh my god, it's been so long, jongin."

at the mention of his name, chanyeol looked up from the couch with narrowed eyes and a confused expression. what do you mean jongin was there?

as your roommate, and now probably your best friend, chanyeol knew all about jongin. he knew everything about how close the two of you were back in college, how everyone thought jongin was such a cocky guy but, deep down, he was just a shy boy with a pretty face. chanyeol knew how the friendship between you two evolved to something more, to the point where you took jongin's virginity, being his first; he also knew how you two became friends with benefits after that, and how badly it all ended when, at the end of college, jongin told you he was in love with you. chanyeol knew all about how you broke the poor dude's heart, and how bad you felt all of these years because of that.

and also, chanyeol knew very well how you always claimed jongin was the best sex you ever had, which kind of messed with chanyeol's ego because, you know... he was your friend with benefits now.

"oh, you two know each other?", baekhyun asked as jongin walked into your place.

"we... we attended college together", you explained. "jongin is a friend of mine."

"wow", jongdae said, getting his coat off. "i didn't know that!"

"yeah, we haven't talked in a long time, i think", jongin replied.

the awkward conversation was replaced by baekhyun screaming chanyeol's name before entering the living room and throwing himself on top of his friend.

jongdae followed his steps, and you only mentioned for jongin to do the same. as you got to the living room, you saw chanyeol pushing baekhyun off him and onto the ground.

"get off me, you brat", the taller one said with angry eyes even though his lips were slightly curled into a smile.

"ouch! what did i do?", baekhyun got up from the ground. "you know what? no cuddles for you tonight!"

"it's okay, he has y/n for that", jongdae mumbled, throwing himself at a chair and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "what do you guys want to drink?"

your cheeks burned with that comment, and you made a mental note to kick jongdae's ass after - especially when you heard jongin chuckling behind you.

with a little puppy's attention span, baekhyun turned to jongdae to help him pick some beverages. as he did that, chanyeol got up from the couch and walked to jongin, a passive expression on his face.

"hey, how are you doing?", he offered his hand to jongin. "i'm chanyeol."

"hey, man", jongin smiled politely, shaking chanyeol's hand. "i'm jongin, it's really nice to meet you. baekhyun talks a lot about you!"

"he's an idiot", the older one said, rolling his eyes.

jongin laughed. "he sure is. sorry i tagged along without a warning, baekhyun said it would be okay and that his friends wouldn't mind..."

chanyeol only shrugged, eyes fixed on you. you kept staring at him, watching his body language as he interacted with jongin.

"it's okay, don't worry", chanyeol looked at the younger one then, finally smiling at him. "you're welcome here."

as the three of you also took a seat, the night finally began.

it was weird to see your ex best friend and your closest friends interacting. baekhyun seemed - and actually was - the only bond between all of you now, but thankfully everything went just fine. he would crack some jokes and cry of laughter with jongdae, then telling a story about some of his co-workers, to which jongin would comment eventually.

apparently, jongin had been working with baekhyun for a few months now. you found out that baekhyun had told you about him, but he never used the name jongin, only kai - which you also found out was now jongin's nickname, something he earned after leaving college.

jongin (or kai, whatever) was still as sweet as you could remember. funny too, as he made everyone laugh a few times throughout your gathering. at some point you caught yourself staring at him, smiling at how he'd tell a story or laugh at something.

but then, your attention got caught by chanyeol, who were also staring at jongin, but not with kind eyes like you. his jaw was clenched, and even though he'd reply to jongdae and baekhyun whenever they talked to him, it was so clear that something was bothering him. he didn't say a word to jongin, nor mistreated him, but still... something wasn't right.

"hey, the drinks are almost here", jongdae said, looking at his phone.

"what did you order?", you asked.

"soju and beer, because that's what i can afford."

"it's okay", you laughed. "i'll get some snacks for us too."

you got up from your spot, shooting a smile at chanyeol - to which he smiled back - before walking out of the room.

you quickly began to work at the kitchen, grabbing some chips and leftovers from the fridge, deciding what to do with all of that. as your hands worked, your mind traveled back to two important moments of your life.

firstly, you relived the moment you told jongin you didn't love him back. you saw his sad eyes in front of you again, pouting at the way he tried his best not to look at you and how he kept repeating it was okay, even though it wasn't.

secondly, you relived the moment you met chanyeol. both of you were starting a new job at the same company, and as you were the same age you instantly clicked. chanyeol was a tall, goofy guy with big round eyes and deep dimples; something about him just felt so comfortable, so cozy. you felt like he was meant to be your friend, and it was only a matter of time before the two of you got really close and, eventually, decided to live together.

you didn't regret taking a step further, though. back at the pandemic, when both of you were in quarantine in your place, things got hard... quite literally. neither of you was dating, but both of you had needs; neither of you could interact with people outside your doors, but both of you could interact.

"it's just this once", chanyeol had said, before fucking you on the couch. but it started to happen again, and again, and again...

when you realized, you didn't need to be in a relationship anymore, because everything you needed physically you could find in chanyeol.

"do you need some help?", you heard someone saying from behind you, and you jumped in surprise. "shit, i'm sorry! i forgot how much of a scaredy cat you are."

when you turned around, you met jongin laughing. "it's not funny."

"it kind of is", he said, walking up to you. "what are you doing?"

"um... there's some meat from yesterday's dinner, i'm gonna heat it up. we also have some chips..."

"can i make some sauce to dip these chips in?", jongin asked, eyes fixed on you.

"sure", you shrugged. "feel at home."

with a chuckle, jongin started to work too. you watched as he walked from side to side in the kitchen, grabbing what he needed, sometimes asking you where he could find something. he was humming a song the whole time, a song you couldn't quite recognize but that it sounded good on his honey-like voice.

"how's it going, uh?", he suddenly asked. "it's been years since i last saw you."

you licked your lips, getting back to work too as if you haven't just stopped everything to watch him.

"i-i'm fine", you said. "i got into a company after i left college, i'm still there. got a promotion last month, actually."

"oh, congrats! i'm sure you deserved it", jongin smiled sincerely at you, pulling up his sleeves to mix a few ingredients; at this point, you didn't know what was inside that bowl. "are you happy there?"

"yeah, definitely. i feel like there's a lot to learn yet, but i can see myself growing even more. maybe i'll become the boss someday, who knows?"

"that's the spirit!"

you and jongin started to run your mouths. he told you about his life after college - he went back to his hometown when the pandemic hit, so he could be with mom and sisters. he was working at a small company at the time, but it was shut down due to bankruptcy. he told you that, when things started to get better, he came back to seoul to start a new job, which it also didn't work. jongin felt like nothing good was gonna come his way, but then he met a guy named junmyeon who got him into where he was working right now - and that's how he met baekhyun.

"oh, you know junmyeon!", you smiled. "i met him a few months ago at baekhyun's birthday party. he's your boss too?"

"yeah, boss and friend. i owe junmyeon hyung a lot, to be honest."

"he's a great guy, he offered chanyeol a job too when he decided to leave our company."

"oh, you and chanyeol worked together?"

"yeah, that's how we met. it didn't work that well for him, so he left two months ago", you explained. "he's happier now, that's what matters."

"oh, that's great", jongin said with such kindness. "you two look cute together, by the way. i ship it."

"what? oh, no!", your eyes were about to pop off your skull. "we're not together, no!"

he laughed, looking back at you. something in jongin's expression clearly told you he didn't believe you.

"y/n, come on... it's okay if you're dating, don't lie to me. we were best friends."

"i'm not lying to you! we're not together, i swear."

jongin stared at you, and you felt like he was reading your soul. he narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed into a thin line.

"have you two fucked?", he whispered at you.

"jonginnie!", you almost screamed.

"what?!", the bastard started to laugh at you. "i'm just asking, because you know..."

jongin went back to his task, like nothing had happened. but no, you didn't know.

"know what?"

"ah, you know... the way he looks at you... the way he looked at me when i got here...", he mentioned, dragging his words. when you didn't reply, jongin looked back at you. "come on! it's so clear that he likes you."

you frowned at that. gosh, not again...

"chanyeol doesn't like me."

"he does. he looks at you exactly how... how i did when i was in love with you."

you groaned at his words, resting against the counter and bringing your hands to your face, pressing the palms on your eyes. you could only hear jongin chuckling.

"which, by the way, it's okay!", you felt jongin grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands off your face. "don't worry about it."

"i owe you a lifetime of apologies."

"no, you don't", he shook his head. "you didn't love me back and it was okay, i couldn't force you to do it. i was really heartbroken, but i never blamed it on you. you never, ever gave me any signals that you felt the same, i just... i don't know, i took a leap of faith to see what would happen."

"still...", you groaned again. "i fucked up our friendship."

jongin sighed at your words, caressing the inside of your wrist.

"that's on us both, then. i didn't look for you after everything happened, i felt like if i did, all of my feelings would come back. i should have told you that, i'm sorry."

"i thought you hated me..."

"well, i did, but not because you didn't want me, but because you didn't look for me either", he laughed. "my mom asked me about you every single day, did you know that?"

you laughed too, picturing his sweet mom, who cooked so well and welcomed you into the family with an open heart, worrying about you and missing you.

"i miss her."

"she does too. you should come visit her with me anytime, she's gonna love it", he smiled. "i'll go next weekend with kyungsoo, you're welcome to tag along."

"next weekend i hav- wait, kyungsoo?"

jongin dropped your wrists, smiling brightly at you. he took his phone from his pocket, showing you his lockscreen - which had a photo of him and a bald guy. jongin was laughing, pressing his cheek to the kyungsoo guy's face, who had an annoyed expression on.

"this is kyungsoo, my boyfriend", jongin announced proudly. "he's childhood friends with junmyeon hyung, we met some time ago and, you know... i tend to fall in love easily."

you just knew you had heart eyes at that moment. looking at jongin, you saw how happy he was, how much love was overflowing from his own eyes just at the mention of this kyungsoo dude.

jongin had always been open about his bisexuality to you, but it was something you never felt like he got to explore back at college; so it was really great to see him so happy just for being himself.

"oh my gosh, jongin! i'm so happy for you!", you said, throwing yourself in his arms and hugging him.

honestly, you've missed your best friend.

jongin was laughing with you inside his arms when he suddenly stopped, at the same time you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. you turned around to meet chanyeol, arms crossed on his chest and brows knitted together.

"sorry to interrupt", he said bitterly. "the drinks are here, i'll go get them with baekhyun."

"i'll go, don't worry", jongin shrugged, letting go of you. "just help y/n with the food, please."

as he walked past chanyeol, he patted the taller one's shoulder. chanyeol rolled his eyes, walking towards you and staring at the sink.

"what do i have to do?"

by the tone of his voice, you could tell he was pissed. so you held back a chuckle, standing beside him and caressing his arm.

"nothing, don't worry. i'm on it."

"oh, so you need his help but don't need mine?"

"yeollie...", you looked at him. "come on, don't be like that."

"he's the intruder here, not me."

"you said he was welcome here!"

"and he is", chanyeol stamped his foot like a little kid. "just not... beside you, i guess..."

you laughed, pushing chanyeol. "get out of here."

"no, i'm serious", he said, pouting. "why did he come to the kitchen with you? why were you two hugging? did you two... made up?"

scoffing, you turned to chanyeol again. he had his arms crossed on his chest one more time, and his usually soft, pretty face was now one big frown.

"are you jealous, park chanyeol?"

"well, kind of! this dude has been gone for what, two, three years now? and suddenly baekhyun hyung brings him here out of nowhere, and then he's all over you, helping you cook and then hugging you? what's up with that? next thing i know i'm gonna catch you two banging on your room..."

"hey!" you raised a finger at him, making him press his lips into a line. "stop that."

"i'm sorry", he mumbled, like a spoiled little boy.

"jongin just helped me here because that's what he does, he's just like that."

chanyeol shrugged, pouting. "i can help you too."

you tilted your head to the side, taking a good look at chanyeol. you could almost literally see the little green monster called jealousy on his shoulder, pulling his big ear and telling him lies.

"yeah. yes, you can", you nodded, taking a step closer to him. "you could help me out by coming to my room tonight, what do you think?"

"wouldn’t you rather have jongin on your bed tonight?"

"um... i don't think his boyfriend will like that", you said, and laughed at how chanyeol looked at you when he heard the word 'boyfriend'. "besides, you know me way better than him now. i'm sure you're the only one who can help me with what i need."

chanyeol hummed, relaxing his features. he reached for you, holding your waist and pulling you close.

"keep talking..."

"and maybe, if you do it right, i can take you out on a date tomorrow... test jongin's theory..."

"what theory?"

you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. "he thinks you like me, and that you're jealous of him. he said that you look at me like he used to do, when he was in love with me."

"theory comproved, no need to test", chanyeol said, making you laugh.

"really? just by fucking?", you scrunched your nose. "i mean, you wouldn't be the first..."

"i live with you, y/n, so i know you, through and through. only someone crazy wouldn't fall in love with you", he said, looking into your eyes. "and not everyone can be as heartless as you are when it comes to sex..."

"hey!"

chanyeol laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. you allowed him, missing the say jongin passed by the door, smiling at the two of you.

"and besides...", chanyeol whispered against your lips. "your sex is amazing, there's no way on earth i wouldn't fall in love with you when you fuck me like that..."

"chanyeol!, you screamed, as a warning, but it only made him laugh.

well, at least you had a date to go to.

[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.

© aqupistau. all rights reserved. ↬ masterlist

[dilxcc]

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.

.

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.

.

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.

[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. 

[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 ]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ -> Masterlist

[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.

[synthetickitsune]

Ahh I know that feeling of being unable to say no lol

I asked because I just recently got into Exo, and my bias is Chanyeol (after listening to them casually for a very long time, I finally caved in) and I'm just really soft for this man, and I was wondering if I could request fluff prompts 20 & 23 with him 🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 (I feel bad asking if requests are not officially open tho, so please don't feel pressured <3)

As I fellow Chanyeol enthusiast, I can't refuse lmao! Sorry for the wait, but it's finally done ♡

Chanyeol (EXO) | Touch starved & Witnessing them being whipped on accident fluff | 0.7k

I just sat down… You groan and get up again to grab the phone buzzing with an incoming call that you’ve left on the dinner table. You’re so annoyed that you don’t even bother checking who’s calling. That is until you hear your boyfriend’s voice but not clear like it would be if he was the one calling you, it sounds far away and… sulky? Putting the call on speaker so that you don’t miss anything, you look at the caller’s ID. Baekhyun.

“...not fair! He’s not the only one in a relationship!” you hear Chanyeol whining, “I miss y/n, and it’s late anyway so why can’t I just go?”

“Because you never hang out with us anymore!” another whine, Sehun’s this time, you guess, “You give us some excuse or you leave as soon as you can.”

It’s accusatory and it makes you frown. Did Chanyeol do that? You keep telling him to stop putting you before his friends all the time, even though it’s sweet how loving and clingy he is, but it seems like he ignored your advice all this time.

“It’s called love, duh,” your boyfriend sasses and it makes you roll your eyes. He’s this cheesy in front of them too? “And I haven’t seen y/n for so long…”

You don’t have to see him to know that he’s pouting and giving them that kicked puppy look that always works on you. How they’re immune to it, you have no idea.

There’s some rustling on the line and when you hear a voice again, it’s the phone’s owner.

“Heard him? Get your ass over here or I swear I’ll strangle him myself,” Baekhyun grumbles quietly, and you presume it’s so that Chanyeol remains oblivious. Without giving you a chance to answer, he hangs up. A second later the screen lights up with a new message, and upon opening it you find an address.

Well, it’s not too late and it’s not like you have anything better to do. Surprising your boyfriend will help cheer you up more than a cozy night in. You change quickly and take a taxi to the address your friend sent you.

Entering the place, it doesn’t take long to hear the familiar voices. You make your way over, and playing right into your hand, you notice Chanyeol’s sitting with his back turned to where you’re coming from. Baekhyun notices you immediately and gives you a small wave, along with the others as they slowly catch up as well. Before your boyfriend can turn and do the same, you hug him from behind, resting your cheek on the top of his head.

“Surprise!” you whisper, chuckling as he immediately turns to hug you back and pull you into his lap.

“How did you find us?” he asks. He pointedly ignores the whines and teasing remarks from around the table. You shake your head, nodding towards Baekhyun sitting on the opposite side.

“He said something about how much you’ve missed me,” you say instead of retelling the entire thing. It was cute, and he doesn’t need to know what you’ve heard. Besides, you’re sure as the night progresses, someone will get drunk enough to complain about your boyfriend and his whipped antics.

“You have no idea,” he smiles, still ignoring his friends as he gives you a chaste kiss. His hands intertwine with yours over your stomach and he pulls you even closer.

It’s easy to fall into the conversation, your shared friends catching you up to speed on everything from their own lives to work and Chanyeol’s embarrassing moments he hasn’t told you about. 

And throughout the evening, he holds you close. His hands never leave your body, either holding onto you or playing with your hands. He’s not as sneaky as he wishes to be with his kisses, but you notice the rest doesn’t tease him as much. You wonder just how much more you haven’t heard, and how hard this must’ve been on him. But as you lean back into his chest and he squeezes you in his arms, you can’t find it in yourself to overthink it too much. Instead, you just want to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

[yeolsaintlaurent]

yeolsaintlaurent's MASTERLIST

Series

Nocturnal Reverie - PCY :ongoing: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter 1: City of Shadows Chapter 2: Unveiling Secrets Chapter 3: A dangerous game begins Chapter 4: Unveiled Desires Chapter 5: Operation Shadow Veil Chapter 6: Threads of Deception and Dilemmas Chapter 7: Echoes of the Past Chapter 8: Unexpected Encounter Chapter 9: Harmony in Midnight melodies Chapter 10: Glimmers of recognition Chapter 11: The Message

Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames - BBH :paused: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ Chapter 1: Freshman Impressions Chapter 2: Intoxicated Whispers of Realities

~New Series Coming Soon

[mybiasisexo]

HI! Happy New Year!

Can I request #51 with Chanyeol pls? Wishing you all the best for 2024! Thanks in advance!

Distraction 🏋️‍♂️

Part 2 Genre: fluff | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.3k Warnings: Chanyeol is a warning all in himself boy!!!

a/n: I said i was gonna make a gym drabble and baby here it is!!! This isnt really fluff, but its def not angst. What other genres are there??? I could've made this 6k is2g lmao i want the smut 😂. but ayye these are just drabbles! I'll behave. Sorry for the delay! Thank you so much for the request 😚 this gif of him alwaaaays makes me crazy like if i stare at it for too long ill scream. no im not ok thanks for asking

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Dread filled you as you gazed at the building looming in front of you. Your worst enemy—the gym.

You despised the place for two reasons. The first was simple, it was a gym, pretty self-explanatory. The second reason was your personal trainer, Park Chanyeol.

You swore from the moment he was assigned to you he made it his mission to make you never come back. He had to have a torture kink or something, with the stuff he had you doing. You’ve pushed yourself to the point of puking a few times under his care, and still he would make you keep going.

And sure, you were seeing results. And, yeah, it was getting easier. You felt yourself growing stronger with every session. He was good at what he did, even if his practices had you questioning the legality of it all.

With a withering sigh, you got out of your car and made your way to what was your personal hell.

You spotted Chanyeol as soon as you entered. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, legs spread apart, looking rather unimpressed as he hovered over a guy struggling to do pushups.

You tried not to stare too long at those exposed arms, the massive muscles bulging over his just as firm chest. He always wore the same thing: black basketball shorts with a black muscle shirt that left little to the imagination of how much time he spent at the gym. You’d only ever seen him work out once yourself and…. You refused to let your thoughts wander to that moment.

As if he could hear where your mind was attempting to go, his eyes flickered up to where you were scanning in your membership badge. A wolfy grin split his face as he took you in, the heat of his gaze made you shiver.

He only acknowledged you for a second. It took you a beat too long to realize he was counting his client’s reps. Ignoring him, you headed over to a secluded corner and started your warm up stretches. Chanyeol helped the poor dude up, that strength of his coming in clutch when his client’s knees buckled and he almost hit the floor.

You winced, knowing that pain. Luckily, this gym had darkly painted walls and dim lighting to give its customers a sense of privacy. It helped that it was later in the night, nearing eleven, so there wasn’t many people present to watch him struggle. As well as yourself. That was why you preferred coming late. Less people, less judgement, and it wore you out enough that you could go straight to bed as soon as you got home—after a post workout meal, if Chanyeol were to ask.

He clapped the scraggly man on his back, making him cough, and gave some uplifting words as they slowly made their way to the front door. You were just finishing your stretches when thick bowlegs were in front of you. You were sitting on the floor, so you had to look up, up, up that firm trunk of a frame to meet those round eyes of his alight with humor.

“You actually showed up today?” Chanyeol asked, tilting his head curiously. His shaggy hair fell into his stare.

You glared at him as you climbed to your feet. “Well, I figured you haven’t killed me yet.”

“Yet.” His grin was a warning. He nudged his head to the rather empty machines. “Come on. It’s leg day.”

You let out a relieved breath. It was torture for sure, but leg day was your favorite. He led you to a machine and you got to work.

You tried to focus on the tasks given to you. To focus on your posture, your breathing, on keeping your core tight. But, it was rather difficult when something, or rather someone, was far more distracting.

That was another thing about Chanyeol that you despised. When you first found out he was going to be your trainer, your immediate thought was ‘hell no’. You were hesitant to have a male trainer to begin with, but this one? He was fine as all hell. Too fine. And with that smirk he gave you when you first refused his help—the one he still gave you, mind you—you knew he was going to be a problem.

Matters were only made worse when you actually trained with him. During your sessions, he was nothing but professional. His goal was to help you through your workouts and he did. His large hands would skim over your body as he fixed your posture, or added pressure against your legs so that you knew where to put your weight. His voice was deep and he would use it to encourage and praise you. There was never any teasing or animosity while you trained. His voice would sink into your brain, scramble your thoughts and leave your body boiling. Especially when he’d hit you with a ‘good girl’ or ‘just like that. Perfect’.

He had to know what he was doing.

It was near the end of your session, you had one last work out to do.

“Save the best for last,” Chanyeol said as he took you to a bizarre looking machine.

“And what the hell is this thing?” You asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“It’s called a hip abductor,” he explained to you like he thought you were dumb.

You ignored his tone. “How’re you supposed to use it?”

“Sit on it and I’ll show you.”

You brushed off the innuendo, and prayed he didn’t catch the heat on your face. Instead, you bumped the machine with your shoe, warily taking it in. You were exhausted, and didn’t want to do another set of nothing.

“Why don’t you demonstrate for me?” You suggested.

Chanyeol lifted an eyebrow and you shrugged in response. “What? I’ve never seen you work out before. How do I know you’re qualified to train me?”

He barked a laugh at that, knowing you’re bullshitting now. “I imagine your glutes are enough proof of my teaching abilities.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And why are you looking at my glutes?”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just making sure I’m doing my job.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and hummed, unable to think of a good comeback. Instead, you nudged your chin towards this ‘hip abductor’.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. Despite his words, he didn’t call you out. You watched as he plopped onto the machine with a sigh. You couldn’t help but grin victoriously, eager to see the man at work.

He adjusted the weight, settled into the seat, and then pushed his thighs against the pads, spreading his legs out wide before bringing them back in. He began explaining what he was doing, what muscles he was working, and the proper way to move, but you could barely hear a word over the way his thick thighs flexed, the muscle underneath stretching the skin.

You realized then that your roles were reversed, and a brilliant idea popped into your head. He was always teasing you during your sessions, and now was your turn to have some fun and return the favor.

You took a couple steps closer to him, studying him more, like you were invested in getting everything right. Then you ran your fingers down his arm and he faltered for a second.

“Am I supposed to hold on to the seat like that?”

You didn’t miss the way his grip tightened, his knuckles whitening.

“Yeah,” he said between clenched teeth.

He pushed his legs out again, and you’re quick to fill the new space, forcing him to keep them open.

Your name left his mouth in a warning. That only made your grin grow wider.

He glared up at you. “What are you doing?”

“Testing to see how long you can hold this position.”

He said your name again, but you interrupted him before he could finish. “You always push me. Why don’t I test your limits for once?”

Something ignited in his eyes and the lights ahead shown in them hauntingly. “Who says you don’t already do?”

“What?” You asked, startled by how gently the words left his full lips.

He didn’t repeat himself, but he appeared to give into your challenge. He sunk more into his seat, eyes never left yours as he held the position, too competitive for his own good. Though it worked in your favor.

You’re not sure how much time passed, but it felt like hours of you standing between his legs, both never looking away from the other.

Finally, you decided it was time to up the ante. Sweat had started to gather on his forehead and neck, but most importantly, a slight tremor had started in his legs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a fake pout. “Can’t hold it anymore?”

“I’m chilling,” he replied back, but you heard the strain in his voice.

“Is that so?” You grinned again and rested the palm of your hands above his knees on either side of you. “You’re shaking.”

You took your time scaling his body before meeting his eyes again. He was holding his breath, but something in his expression was begging you to continue.

So, you did.

Slowly, you dragged your hands further up his legs, remembering all the times he had done the same. Although he was always professional about it. He only touched you when he had to. There was nothing professional about your touch. All the sexual frustration you’ve felt because of this man had seemed to bubble over and took control of your limbs. In this moment, you wanted him to understand what he did to you, wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

His eyes fluttered as you dragged his shorts up with your wrists, wanting to feel his warm skin.

You quickly glanced around the gym, noticing you were the only ones left, and that made you even more bold. Nearly at his hips, you went to move your hands to his crotch.

Chanyeol was fast. Before you knew what happened, he had snatched your wrists with one hand, putting a halt to your little game and causing you to gasp in surprise.

Your ministrations had you bent over him, so your faces were only an inch or two apart. He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours, the hair on his forehead tickled your own.

“You’re playing with fire here,” he warned, voice a steady grumble against your lips. When he pulled back to take in your expression, you saw the burning inferno ready to wreak havoc in his gaze. You knew that if he were to let go of those flames, it would burn away all pretenses, all politeness, and rules.

And you wanted that. You wanted his fire to consume you, wanted his desire to engulf and burn and hurt.

There was a pause as you both study each other, waiting to see who would break first. You found your arms shaking in his grip, not with the usual soreness you’d usually be shaking with at this time of your appointment. It was adrenaline, your own desire raised to meet his.

Of course, he felt it too. “How long have you wanted me, Sweetheart?”  He sounded deceitfully sweet, and it made your sore legs weak. He gathered that much, so he gathered you. Large hands went to your waist, easily lifting you up so that you were now straddling him. With you on his lap, he could finally close his legs, and he did so with a relieved huff. A mocking laugh left your mouth, but he put an end to it by pushing you down so that you were seated fully on him—right on his bulge.

“Oh!” You startled. You blinked up at him innocently before throwing back at him, “how long have you wanted me?”

He hummed thoughtfully, running his hands up your thighs to hold your hips. He pressed his lips to your ear, “from the moment I first saw you.”

You shivered at both his confession and his warm breath on your skin. It took everything in you not to roll your hips into him, the pressure of him just as much a tease as his expression and words and touch.

“That being said,” he started, and you already knew you weren’t going to like what he was about to say. “You have a workout to finish.”

“I can think of a few alternatives that are just as effective,” you said, giving into the temptation to gently grind against him.

He bit his lip, holding back a moan as he forced you to stop with his hands on your hips. His attention fell to your chest hovering in front of his face. “You’re not getting out of this one. Nice try though.”

You groaned and straightened, slumping dejectedly. He chuckled before wrapping an arm around your waist, standing abruptly. You squealed, holding onto him as he turned around to sit you down onto the seat of the machine.

“Chanyeol,” you whined.

“Hey, I let you stall, didn’t I?”

“I mean yeah, but we were in the middle of something.”

“I tell you what. Finish this set and I’ll reward you.”

“Reward me how?” You questioned skeptically. His idea of a reward usually benefited him more than you.

As an answer, he stuck out his tongue, wagging it quickly at you. Your eyes widened in shock, scandalized. But the burning in your abdomen and the way your legs pressed together was a dead giveaway to how enticing a reward that was.

“Fine,” you grumbled, adjusting the weight and starting doing your reps.

Chanyeol’s loud laugh echoed throughout the building at your eagerness.

“If I knew that was all the encouragement you needed, I would’ve incorporated it sooner.”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Make me.” He smirked.

“Oh, I will be as soon as I get that reward you promised.”

When you left the gym some time later, you couldn’t help but to think maybe your trainer wasn’t that bad afterall.

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Pairing: vamp!Chanyeol x Reader Genre: Vampire AU, Angst Rating: 16+ Summary: There’s something different about the newest fledgling you’ve been assigned to. Word Count: 0.5k Warnings: biting and blood drinking

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“Well, that’s good, because it’s probably the only thing that would’ve made this worse.”

He didn’t laugh or even smile. You sat across from him, observing his movements. He cowered in the corner, avoiding the sliver of light from the hallway. It was sad to find him like that—small, frail, wasting away. All because he refused to accept what he’d become and give in to the urges.

“Look. You don’t have to take much if you’re uncomfortable with doing it. But I need you to at least try so I can get you down to the Center. From there, we can discuss your options after the doctor checks you out.” You pushed up your sleeve and showed him your wrist, free of any jewelry. “If you’re too weak or too hungry, we won’t get far.”

Chanyeol’s eyes flashed red like glittering rubies before he shook his head and hid his face. “No. I’ll hurt you. And I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this.”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d helped plenty of people through the transition and coping with their new way of life, but this was the first time you genuinely felt remorse for someone. You wished with every fiber of your being for a better way to help the guy you barely knew. “You won’t hurt me.” He looked up, doubt in his glossy eyes. “I’ve experienced it all, okay? Short of tearing off my arm, there isn’t much pain I feel anymore. It’s what made me a great candidate for the Fledgling Mentorship program! So, please, will you try? A tiny sip?”

His gaze flickered between your face and wrist before he slowly uncurled his long body and crawled closer. “Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

You nodded. “A hundred percent sure. I’ll even walk you through it.” You got to your knees and moved to a better position. “Here. Bite towards the center and once you break the skin, you suck the blood.”

His thin fingers went around your wrist with a weak grip. You couldn’t see how he was able to keep himself upright. He collapsed in your arms, and you cradled him as he brought your wrist to his mouth. He inhaled and shuddered. “You smell good…like home,” he whispered before his lips brushed your skin. His bite was weaker than you’d thought it’d be, no different from that of a teething baby. You knew the moment blood hit his tongue because he stiffened, went slack, then his grip steadily grew stronger until he was holding your arm in place. Each pull from his lips seemingly came from the top of your head and the tips of your toes, making you curl around him as if he were literally drinking you dry. But the odd thing was that where with others you’d quickly stop them because of discomfort, it never crossed your mind. The feeling was amazing, like a warm silk caressing you from the inside out.

Right when your eyes began to flutter, and you felt faint, he pulled away. “Are you—”

Not sure what he said, but as you fell over, all you could think about was that Junmyeon was going to chew your ass out for this.

[mymegrokosmos]

"What are you up to?"

He was looming again. It wasn't his fault. The height difference between you wasn't that great but he was built like a tree and Chanyeol didn't know the meaning of personal space. Being too close at all times was all he seemed to know how to be.

You blinked up, head tilting back to rest against his chest as you took in the wide innocent eyes and friendly smile. Your best friend really was adorable. In the way that golden retrievers were adorable. All six foot something of him.

"Writing." You reached up to poke his dimple, clicking the button to turn your phone off as you slipped it back into your pocket. "No, you can't read it. I'm not done yet."

Yeol just sighed as he caught the phone before you could put it away, lifting it to your face and smiling in triumph when the face ID unlocked the screen for him.

He did, out of respect for the way you had beaten his nosy ass on more than one occasion, scroll out of your notes app to open a game instead but his point had been made. He could read your poetry any time he liked, he just preferred keeping his balls intact.

"Park Chanyeol, sometimes I really hate you you know."

"Yeah but you still love me, so where does that leave us exactly?"

"Sleep with one eye open. That's where."

"That sounds like a threat."

"It is."

"Hmm. Well, I'm not sure how seriously yo take that. Are you trying to kiss me or kill me? Your answer to that question will determine my reaction to this information."

[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.

[ifdimpeul]

#CAPA DE FANFIC — “Sinais de um coração partido”

leia a história aqui.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

Chanyeol x Reader: status quo. [+18]

➢ Genre: smut, domestic fluff

➢ Rating: +18

➢ Warnings: content as tagged above, cigarette use

➢ Word count: 2 459

➢ Release date: 6th Jan. 2023

This relationship is peculiar.

If you were to ask anyone, they’d probably guess it’s some friends-with-benefits scheme, maybe no strings attached or maybe on a more personal level, but definitely not one that lovers share. You’re not lovers – he doesn’t bring you flowers on the Valentine’s, doesn’t spend Christmas with you, you don’t live together and you’re not even entirely sure where he works – you vaguely remember he mentioned it once, but then the next time you brought it up, he was already working somewhere else, and didn’t really bother sharing details – not because he kept it a secret, it just didn’t particularly matter.

He’s in the balcony now, arms resting over the railing and a cigarette in hand, creating clouds of smoke disproportionate to its size. He has his jeans on and an unbuttoned, white shirt, looking the most casual and unbothered.

You stare at him dreamingly. Your eyes barely opened but it’s a nice sight, even despite slight blurriness of your eyes slowly adjusting to the conscious state. The balcony door is open wide, letting in fresh air, white curtains pushed to the sides, with their edges waving lightly in the wind.

It’s Sunday, there’s no rush, nothing much to think about. The sun is stronger than you remember it being yesterday. It’s still rather chilly at this time, so you shiver and wrap yourself tighter in your gray sheets. His bed is warm, even if his presence is already gone, along with his own warmth. The duvet is thicker than yours, pillows are somehow softer too, there’s no noise outside other than soft hum of cars some floors below – it’s not the biggest street, not much ever happens, and the sound barely reaches his apartment, only perceivable because he opened the balcony, but not enough to disturb you. You like sleeping here; not only for other benefits coming from spending time in his bed – you just enjoy the time of slumber.

“Yeol” you call rather quietly, but he moves at the sound, first putting the cigarette out in the ashtray kept on the window sill, then turning around to face you.

He enters the apartment again, stretching lazily; not only his shirt is unbuttoned, you now realize, his jeans are too, and gray boxers poke through, and it takes you the greatest power of will not to stare.

“You got anything to do today?” he asks. You expected him to stop by the bed and maybe, even, join you, but instead, he passes by and walks towards the exit – you stop him by reaching with your hand and hooking your finger through the belt loop of his pants, and he stumbles slightly before turning to face you, one eyebrow lifted expectantly.

“You.”

He grins, but the smile is rather short-living.

“Make us a breakfast and we’ll see.”

“Sure thing.”

You don’t need more encouragement. You pull yourself up with the help of his pants, unwittingly slipping them down a little bit. You quickly look in the mirror on one of the walls and frown at the messy look – your hair is all over the place, and the satin robe you slept in is completely crumbled and misplaced. You quickly untie it and tie again, a bit more reasonably. When you finish and turn around, you’re alone again. The door is slightly opened, and you stumble to your feet, rushing to the kitchen.

The smell of coffee is all you sense, and although it’s pleasant, it lacks a more fulfilling aroma, one of actual breakfast.

“Toast? Pancakes?” you ask.

“We don’t have bread. Nor milk” he huffs. “Just heat up the pizza from yesterday, it’s in the fridge.”

Your enthusiasm dies a little bit, but you mask it up, raising from the cupboard and opening the fridge instead.

“Maybe scrambled eggs at least?” you suggest, turning to him.

“No, then we won’t ever eat that pizza, don’t waste food” he scolds you. You pout but realize he’s right. Not the healthiest nor freshest choice, but pizza it is.

Even after heating up it tastes nothing like yesterday, but it doesn’t hurt you as much as you thought it would. The cheese still tastes like cheese, the corn still tastes corn, what’s there more to worry about.

The light entering the room through the window starts to strengthen and lose its chilly aura. The temperature starts to rise, to your relief, because the satin clothing is anything but warm. He rarely turns the heating on in his apartment – as though he’s constantly warmed up. It doesn’t bother you so much when you’re lying in the bed, chests pressed against each other, your breath hitting his neck and his – tickling your scalp. His bed has only the best things to it, only the warmest, the most comfortable ones; only good memories. A safe place.

“What about you? Any plans?”

He looks up from the spot he was staring at with a mindless look on his face for the last four minutes at least.

“Nothing much. Grocery, I guess.”

“May I?”

“Hm?”

“Do grocery.”

“It’s just a few things.”

“Still.”

He watches you silently for the next few moments, as though thinking into this matter way more than it was necessary, although you doubt he was spending this time thinking at all.

“Go ahead if you want. But I don’t think any stores are open yet.”

It’s early, very early, although the sun is already getting to life, you feel like even if the stores are open, it’s not entirely appropriate to show up at them at this hour. You yawn.

“We can go back to sleep and wake up at a better time” you offer. In fact, this night wasn’t as long as you’d like. You fell asleep late, tired, worn out, panting and blacking out before being carried into the bed and lulled into slumber. These few hours were not enough, and although there were no tangible remains of yesterday’s business anywhere to be found, the exhaustion was still there, slightly pushed aside by the morning aura, but coming back as it sets in and you find yourself thoughtlessly moving back towards the bedroom.

“What, really? Are you that tired?” He sounds more surprised than you think he should be.

“Yep.”

You become a bit grumpy when sleepy.

“You shouldn’t be tired. Not yet.”

He catches up on you right as you enter the bedroom and pushes you forward so you fall onto the mattress not as softly as you’d like, and face first – discomfort. You groan, reaching forward to prop yourself up on your forearms.

“Let’s just go to sleep” you whimper tiredly.

“No.”

You press your lips together.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Earn it. Earn your rest. You’re not tired enough, yet.”

The words take your breath away and you whimper when he straddles your thighs from behind, hands automatically finding support on your waist.

“Serve yourself when I sleep” you mutter, reaching to the nearby pillow and pulling it towards yourself.

His fingers find the hem of your robe, slowly pushing it up your legs, tickling the skin right below your bottom. You squirm with annoyance; you don’t have the strength to fight him now. But he doesn’t carry on with the silly act, and instead brings his hands closer to the middle, sliding his middle finger down until it brushes your center.

“Don’t sleep, I need to make you pass out first” he murmurs, but your arms only wrap around the pillow tighter, hearing him fidget with his clothes behind you. The touch of his bare flesh against yours feels the most familiar, and you suck in breath when he slides into you without any restraint, your body accommodating so fast with how it still hasn’t gotten back into its usual shape after yesterday.

There’s no much soreness to it, no much leftover pain. Everything is smooth and perfectly adjusted, and so are his movements, still so drowsy, making it clear that you’re not the only one who wishes to go back to sleep. It makes you hum in content, as if it could lull you back to sleep.

“Am I boring you?” he jokes, noticing you doze off despite his command.

“Maybe a little” you reply mischievously.

He grunts in annoyance, deciding to reposition, pulling you up by your waist to make you rest on your knees instead, while he kneels between them and then draws you back down onto his shaft. You let out a strangled sound at the new angle, slight burning sensation finding its way to your core, but it disappears rather fast and you mind it no longer. You’re crumbled a bit uncomfortably, your thighs hitting your tummy with every time he pulls you back down, but arms still wrapped around the beloved pillow, although in this position it’s way harder to stay mindless, constant movements quickly awakening muscle cramps from yesterday’s activities.

“Better now?”

“I don’t want to move” you whimper, but take no action, tired out of your mind.

With strength you wish you possessed yourself, he suddenly grabs your shoulder, flipping your body over so that you face him, although the pillow remains pressed against your chest as you hold it tightly. You can’t help yourself and glance down.

“Not bad” you admit, as if you haven’t seen him countless of times before. Chanyeol rolls his eyes.

His fingers push your knees apart again as he repositions himself at your entrance, thrusting in yet again without a warning, and this time, with this angle, you can’t help but let out a moan that he catches with his lips, one hand grabbing your hip tightly while the other rests next to your head as he thrusts into you with newfound vigor.

“Better now?”

You bite your tongue to hold back another teasing comment that wants to slip past; instead, you decide to let go of your pillow with just one arm and use it to pull his face down, making your lips meet again.

There’s many things you want to say, but none of them seem necessary to be spoken, and so you just enjoy the moment, bodies pressed against each other, Chanyeol’s breaths becoming ragged and your own turning into whimpers as the two of you get closer and closer.

 His eyes slip closed and you finally let go of your pillow, throwing it aside and wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing his face into the crook of your neck with all the strength you have when you come undone with a strained moan released straight into his ear.

With a few more thrusts, he pulls out and you feel him spill on top of your pubic mound, his body heaving from exhaustion as he groans and lets his body fall atop of yours, no strengths left in either of you and you lie like this for what feels like forever, sticky from sweat and cum that probably got onto his bedsheets, which he doesn’t seem to care about as his entire focus is on coming down from his high. His eyes are closed tightly as he falls to the side and rests next to you, legs still tangled, his hand resting on your waist like it’s the most natural place for it to be. You watch him like he’s the prettiest picture; and, in a way, he is – angelic features, making him look almost innocent, if you didn’t know him for his personality.

You barely know each other; after all the time spent together, you realize, you know his intimate self without having much clue about his daily life. How true is that part of him, you think? Is it the real him, or is he putting up an act to boost his ego with how good he can make you feel, with how easily he can make you fall for him?

If either of you started a relationship, the other could not have any say in it. You didn’t make any deal out of it, in fact, you ponder whether the communication between you two is sufficient. And anything you think of it, you have no way of knowing if it isn’t one-sided as well.

But it fulfills you well. When he pulls you into his chest, letting you rest in the comfort of his embrace, you have a feeling that you don’t need anything more.

There are different types of love. Platonic love between friends, another kind that family members share, and yet another, controversial, love for inanimate objects. And then, there is love between lovers. But it’s not the type of love you share with him, and you somehow just know it’s neither what he feels towards you. But there must be something, some type of love that can describe the trust and reliance that you put in him, one for which a term such as “friends with benefits” would reduce the meaning of too much to be appropriate.

“What are you thinking about?”

You realize the tables have turned, and it’s him observing you now, head resting on his palm and a small smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

“Difficult things” you answer vaguely. You wonder what he would react like if you told him so suddenly that you’re thinking about love.

“Ah, so.”

The smirk doesn’t dissipate, and his gaze is piercing you, despite the reaction making it clear that he wants you to keep talking.

“I just wonder, what we will be doing in a few years from now, you know?” You feel like you’re touching a topic you shouldn’t, but the words just spill. “You know, will we still… meet like this?”

He watches you silently, the smile disappearing, giving way to a more thoughtful expression.

“What do you expect us to do?”

“What do you want us to?”

He tilts his head a little, although it’s already tilted in this position. The smile returns onto his face, calmer and even a bit lazy.

“I don’t mind the things staying the way they are, do you?”

You ponder on it a while longer, although drowsiness starts creeping into you again and the thoughts take longer and longer to form, and eventually, your eyes close and your breaths calm down. The last few moments of consciousness you spend focusing on his own chest moving, his warmth, his smell.

And you think that you don’t mind waking up like this for long years of your life, even if it would be just it – just lively evenings, quiet nights and warm mornings spent in his presence, just you and him, with your unromantic, yet not solely erotic, love you can’t name, but – you know now – is reciprocated by the one you chose to love this way.

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Chanyeol (EXO) | Matching outfits & Witnessing them being whipped on accident fluff | 0.8k

You haven’t felt like this in a long time - so impatient to be home, and not just because you had no more energy to deal with people or because you were tired. Instead, today the reason is pretty simple - there’s finally someone waiting for you there. The little things really go a long way, huh?

Even if it’s already dark, you feel like the sun is shining, or maybe it’s just that the stars seem equally as bright. Your feet move to the rhythm of a silent song, you’re almost skipping down the street. It feels like you’re much younger and experiencing love for the first time again. You wonder if he felt that way too as he made his way to your place.

Finally unlocking your front door, you try to be as quiet as possible. You want to surprise him. Yet when you step inside, the apartment is dark. You frown, reaching into your pocket for your phone. He’s definitely texted you that he’s waiting for you with a photo of him draped over your couch. Maybe he fell asleep? You take off your shoes and jacket, and using the light of your phone you make your way further into your home.  

Sure enough, you do find him in the middle of a nap. Chanyeol lays curled around one of your pillows, but as adorable as that sight is, something else catches your attention. Because the hoodie he’s wearing is not the same as the one he had in the photo, and it most definitely isn’t his. You distinctly remember buying the set, everything a couple sizes too big and unmatched in level of comfort.

Sitting at the edge of the couch, you gently run a hand through his hair. He stirs, eyes blinking open and lips stretching into a smile as soon as he sees you. The pillow is quickly abandoned as he pulls you down into his arms instead. 

“Welcome back, love,” he sighs, voice thick with sleep, “I missed you.”

“Me too,” you hum, hugging him back just as eagerly, “Do you always steal my clothes when you miss me?”

He pulls back only slightly to look at his body and then gives you a sheepish smile. You weren’t supposed to see that.

“Maybe?” he smiles, “Don’t blame me. I just got back and couldn’t wait to see you.”

“It’s cute,” you assure him, resting your forehead against his. He leans into your touch, pulling you closer and closer until there’s no space between your bodies or your lips. It feels almost surreal to kiss him after so long.

“I’m so glad to have you back,” you breathe against his lips when you part for air. He hums happily, dipping his head low enough to let it rest on your chest. Yet he still holds you so tight, surrounds himself in you and your scent. You wonder just how much he must’ve missed you since he also took your- oh.

“I have something for you,” you tap his shoulder, excitement pumping through your veins as you urge him to get up. He’s reluctant, but he can be persuaded as you let him cling to you and whine all the way to the bedroom.

You sit him on the bed before pulling out a rather large bag out of the dark corner of your closet. Taking it from you, he gives you a curious look but you just motion for him to look inside.

You see the moment he realizes what it is, and in the next second he’s pulling your hoodie over his head and throws it at you. You catch it easily, laughing at his excitement as he pulls out a matching, albeit larger, oversized hoodie and immediately puts it on.

“Change. Right now,” Chanyeol orders with a pout when he notices you simply watching him and not doing anything. 

“I thought we could go for dinner to celebrate your return,” you explain shyly, melting a little under his sparkling gaze.

“Let’s go tomorrow,” he suggests instead, “I just want to hold you today. And wear this.” He emphasizes by waving his sweater paws at you. You couldn’t say no if you tried.

“There’s pants as well,” you comply, turning around to quickly change into the comfortable clothes. As soon as the pants hang securely on your hips and you’ve pulled the hoodie over your head, there are arms around your waist.

“Thank you,” he says as he squeezes you, “I think I really needed this.”

“Were you worried?” you ask, covering your hands with his.

“Worried you’d change your mind about waiting,” he nods his head even if you can’t see.

“But I don’t know. This,” he pulls at your sleeve matching his, “It makes me feel like you must’ve missed me too.”

“You have no idea,” you smile, turning in his hold and placing a lingering kiss to his lips. He’s not going anywhere now, you finally realize.

“Let’s order the food and catch up,” he smiles.

Your hands are already in his, and as soon as you reach the couch again, you’re pulled into his lap. He was serious when he said he just wanted to hold you today.