#pcy series

[chanhyun]

My favorite moments of pcy

↳ baby yeol

[wolveswithblackpearls]

Chanyeol ~ Apple Blossom

There are poems inside you,

I see words living in you,

that no amount of ink could write,

nor any paper could ever hold.

- Onur Taşkıran

~ Admin S

[loeyshandtattoo]

hindsight | park chanyeol x reader

teaser, be sure to stay tuned for the first chapter!

story: growing up in a lavish lifestyle in the asian elite society living in america's fine city of new york with division among the elites, which are comprised of the upper elites, limited to the asian nobility and the lower elites, comprised of a-list celebrities and businessmen. calista, the daughter of a well-known aristocratic family, stirred up a forbidden affection with the man who happens to be her brother's best friend, a son of a businessman.

post disclaimer: a drenched chanyeol in the rain ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ (i will cry), pregnant reader

Looking back on something so far that one can no longer have regrets had made me go over to that day, that something so special would have changed Desiree’s life forever, the night that can still alter the course of my life and hers. That one night that turns into a regret that, as the years pass, can blossom into a longing of the heart

That evening—it was heavily pouring and the fog against my window made my pointer lean in close to the window surface for me to draw a few figures and shapes, the sounds of the rain muting every noise being made outside my room—what had to draw me back to my attention was when Baekhyun burst into my chambers.

"Cali." He softly spoke and eyed me from head to toe.

I remained silent and looked over at my ankles bound to chains. Seeing all of these, I sobbed and continued to cry as I felt Baekhyun’s arm wrap me around the shoulder and shush me, despite the comfort that he was continually providing from the heat of his palms when Charity entered the room.

"Young Miss, Young Master, forgive me for interrupting, but there seems to be a commotion outside."

Baekhyun studied the look on Charity’s face and asked further, "What’s going on?"

"Sir Park is looking for the Young Miss, and your parents are confronting him, Charity said.

Baekhyun glanced back at me and asked, "Did he cause all of this?"

I can’t be the one to break up the friendship between him and Baekhyun, but I will still choose to remain silent. "Cali! Answer me!" He yelled, his voice resonating in the room, which made Charity and I flinch.

"You for sure know what I am going to do if I don’t know that bastard, Cali." Baekhyun sternly spoke, which caused me to panic and hold his wrist.

I looked over at Charity with pleading eyes, which left me no option but to tell the truth.

"I will, but if I tell you, will you promise me something?"

Baekhyun noticed the restrained ankles. "Byun Calista, what have you done?"

My parents were standing by the front door, and outside our mansion’s door was him, drenched from the heavy pouring of the rain. "Have you noticed, poor boy, that our daughter does not want anything to do with you?" My dad exclaimed as he observed him right out there, although they had not acknowledged my presence yet until my mother looked back and saw me standing behind them and had been observing all along.

"Calista, get back to your room this instant!" She yelled at me.

"No, I will not. I will speak to him myself."

My parents looked at me with those condescending looks, and Baekhyun assured me, "I will be on the lookout." They shook their heads, not sure if my brother was trustworthy enough.

"Whatever it is you have to say, Calista, we should know about this." Mother spoke as she gently grasped my elbow and my father looked at me with those stern eyes.

I sighed and nodded as I walked past my parents, still adjusting to my weak and frail body that secured the weeks-old baby with the lack of nutrition from being house-arrested for nearly a month. My heart clenched at the sight of him on his knees, perhaps with red eyes from crying and wet hair and clothes from the pouring rain. Despite the pity that I have for him, all I wanted to ask was

"What are you doing here?"

He replied with a weak smile, "I had to see you and the baby."

I scoffed and sarcastically smiled, "What makes you so sure that this baby is yours?"

This time, it was time to end things once and for all. Or so I thought.

well, finally a work that has been sitting in my word for months, but i have soooo many pcy x reader prompts that i can post, but most of them are series as well, after posting few chapters i might open the request, but i'm still looking over few guidelines on what writing style i usually follow, so that there is a common ground and write your requests to a satisfactory level. let me know what you all think of this teaser, and how this story might escalate. yours, tongyang<3

[eomayas]

new thing (pt.1) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f reader, age gap

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

synopsis: reader begins a sexual relationship with an older man who happens to be the friend of a man her best friend babysits for.

warnings: big d*ck yeol, riding, praise, ~10 year age gap

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“oh my god, is that mr. kim?” you best friend, seulgi, screeches, grabbing your arm and stopping in her tracks. you follow her line of sight to a table of five men, her boss dead center. “oh my god, what if he sees me?” she says, looking at you with wide eyes.

you shrug. “so what? it’s not like you’re working,” you try to reason, but she’s frantically shaking her head.

“i babysit his kids! he can’t see me dressed like a slut,” she says, and you snicker. neither of you have enough clothes on to even make a full body suit. “let’s go the other way.” she says, and you let her pull you around the backside of the bar to get to the actual bar counter. every few moments, she keeps looking over your shoulder to check that he hasn’t seen her.

“seul, relax. you’re not even doing anything wrong. he’s chill” you say, thanking the bartender when they slide your drink across the counter. seulgi shrugs, taking a sip of her drink. you’ve met mr.kim and his wife before, and they’re really nice people, and didn’t have a problem with you hanging out with seulgi while she babysat their children.

“i mean, yeah,” she starts. “but, i don’t know, i don’t want him to see me like this. its like getting caught with your pants down.” she finishes, and you roll your eyes, because it’s not even that big of a deal. yes, neither of you are dressed appropriately for running into any respectable adult, but its a saturday night, and you’re both young.

you turn to look at his table, and make eye contact with one of the men sitting around him. he holds your gaze for a beat, a small smirk on his face, before you blush and turn around, taking a gulp of you drink and ignoring the burn of your throat. “you should probably go say hi,” you tell her, kind of selfishly. she should at least say hi, but you also want to get close to that man.

seulgi frowns at you. “why?” and when you only shrug in response, she rolls her eyes at the realization. “who did you see?” she asks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“third from mr. kim, on the left,” you say without turning around. you see seulgi pretend to scope out the room, watching as her expression morphs from a squint to sheer sonic.

“fuck! oh my god, he saw me!” she cries, turning back to you. because she’s panicked, you keep your smile to yourself and slide off of the bar stool. “fuck, fuck, fuck! this is all your fault!” she moans, dropping her head onto your bare shoulder.

you push her off and link your arm through hers. “you are literally being so dramatic. it’s just mr. kim, you can always babysit somebody else’s kids,” you try and she glares at you. you glance across the room at their table, and you make eye contact with another one of his friends. they’re expecting you both to come over. “we have fans waiting for us. cmon, girl.” you say, downing the rest of your drink and encouraging her to do the same.

you two walk over, arm in arm, and you start to feel slightly nervous when 5 pairs of eyes are watching you walk toward them. you make eye contact with the man from earlier again, and watch his eyes roam your figure, lingering on your thighs before dragging down to your feet and going back up. he leans back in his chair, and you look away from him, un phased with the attention.

“hey, seulgi!” mr. kim says, standing up from his chair to give her a hug. you can tell she feels insanely awkward hugging her boss in such little clothes, but it’s brief and he’s back in his chair before you can blink. “hello, y/n.” he says, nodding his head at you. you smile and wave, and try not to put your gaze back on the man from earlier, but it’s getting harder by the second. you can feel his eyes on you.

mr. kim introduces (and reintroduces) the four men to you and seulgi: minseok, junmyeon, baekhyun, and chanyeol. chanyeol is the one who’s been eyeing you all night, and you don’t mind it one bit. you shake everybody’s hand, and when you get to the man of the hour, you make sure to smile at him sweetly and lean forward a bit. you knew you knew your strengths, and you also knew that you were not going home alone tonight.

you and seulgi manage to get comfortable in the group of men, and take one shot with them when baekhyun suggests it. you all click the shot glasses together, and down it, only you and seulgi being the ones to drink it in one go. “oh, to be twenty-two,” junmyeon jokes, earning laughs from the other men. you set the glass down and look over at chanyeol, and let yourself take him in, he’s wearing all black; black jeans, a black button up, and black shoes that look very expensive. a gold chain is visible around his neck, but its tucked under his shirt so it is only visible due to the first three buttons being undone.

he feels eyes on him, and looks over at you. you’re shameless in your ogling, wanting him to know that you want him. he motions for you to come close to him, and you scoot your chair over, leaning forward. one of your legs is between both of his, caging you in between him. “what are you drinking?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy. you put a hand on his knee as you tell him, and he stands up, pulling you with him. you two leave in the direction of the bar, without a goodbye, only throwing a look at seulgi over your shoulder.

chanyeol leads you to the bar and orders two drinks; one for you and one for him. you take a seat on the stool while he leans against the counter, facing you. “how old are you?” you blurt. he chuckles at this, which makes you feel better.

“how old do i look?” he asks, a playful smile on his face. you pretend to think hard, humoring him, before delivering your answer.

“thirty?”

“thirty-one,” he corrects and you raise your eyebrows. ten years isnt that bad, right? it won’t feel like ten when you are older, of course, but it really isn't that bad. “is that old?” he asks, taking out a few bills and putting them on the counter when the bartender sets your drinks in front of you both.

“no,” you reply, taking your drink and clinking the glasses against each other. “just older than im used to, i guess.” you say, keeping your eyes on him as you take a drink. 

chanyeol lets out a small chuckle. “you got a boyfriend, y/n?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. you shake your head and then avert your eyes to his left hand. no ring.

somewhere between the drinks and the flirting, you and chanyeol ended up stumbling outside and into his car. nobody was driving, no. there was a different agenda happening, which is how you end up on top of him in the front seat of his black corvette. you're thankful for the darkness of the sky and his tinted windows, because what you're doing is practically straight out of a porno.

chanyeols large hands grip your thighs tightly as you bounce up and down on his dick rhythmically, occasionally holding onto the dash or behind you, or the ceiling of the car, for support. "fuck, y/n," he groans, his head thrown back and his neck on display. you lean forward and start kissing on his neck, rolling your hips into his. "shit, you're tight. you're taking me so well." he says, one hand moving to the small of your back. you appreciate the praise, because getting used to him took way longer than it ever has--in fact, this is the only time you've ever really had to adjust to someones size. you're taking his dick like a champ.

"ch-chanyeol, fuck!" you cry out, holding onto his shoulder with one hand and the ceiling with the other. chanyeol opens his eyes and looks up at you, bringing his hand up to your jaw to pull you closer to him. you allow chanyeol to pull you into a sloppy kiss, and whimper in pleasure when he drags his hand from your jaw to your throat, and takes a loose but firm hold on you.

you bounce on him until the coil in your stomach tightens and then snaps, and you’re creaming all over him, head thrown back and moans leaving your mouth. but he hasn’t come yet, so he grabs your head and holds it against his shoulder as he drives his hips upwards and into you, careful not to knock your head against the roof of the car.

“f-fuck!” he groans, panting and gasping as he continues to fuck into you. you kiss at his neck, not leaving any marks like he asked when you first got in the car, but you so badly want to bite and suck on his skin.

chanyeol grips your ass as he pulls you up and down on him, and when his grip tightens enough to leave handprints, you know he’s close. “y/n, shit,” he groans, and you connect your lips to his, tongues clashing as he releases into the condom, his hips stilling. you practically deflate on top of him and he supports you by wrapping a muscular arm around your waist.

you pull away from his mouth and look down at him, a small smile spreading across your lips when you see the look in his face. he wears a lopsided smirk, and his eyes are low.

this certainly won’t be the last time you see him, not with dick like that.

[bunnyjunmyeonie]

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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

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

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Kyungsoo request coming soon~~ Baekhyun request coming soon~~

[cyberexo]

★ MY WORKS ★

series are on hold…

• FAR, FAR AWAY [ongoing]

warning: this series contains cursing & includes 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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• S I R E N ✅

warning: this two part oneshot contains cursing, unprotected sex & includes 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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• FANTASTIC BYUN [ongoing]

warning: this series contains cursing, mentions & includes violence, detailed injury, and death.

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• Keep it Down! [ongoing]

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KINK DRABBLES

CHANYEOL • KAI • D.O • SUHO •

TIMESTAMPS

03:17 BBH • 17:04 OSH • 21:39 PCY • 01:41 KMS • 15:03 KJI • 19:52 BBH • 00:44 OSH • 01:51 PCY • 22:51 PCY • 02:50 BBH • 00:11 KMS • 19:22 KJM • 01:56 BBH • 21:18 BBH + PCY • 17:40 BBH • 21:37 KMS • 01:55 BBH • 04:30 PCY •

[soraviolet]

The truth is, none of this was supposed to happen. It was not meant to be a love story. Eun Haru (KTH) was meant to travel the world after a series of unfortunate events that resulted in the death of his immediate family; Apologies was meant to be a story that focused solely on Haru’s growth as an individual. Born in Bordeaux, France, Haru never would have fathomed that his path would take him to a run-down lofted apartment in the heart of New York City. And while Haru was fine with straying from romantic connections, when even he understands that when the universe grants its blessings, there is no refusing it. 

Shin Sora Violet (PCY) exists in a world immediately opposite to Haru. Born in Seongbuk-dong, S.K., it’s a surprise that the two crossed paths at all; Her Reverie was a focus on how the 23 year-old would be able to pilot a billion dollar tech-based company. As the executive vice present at SJ Electronics, a renowned company that bridged business management with technology, there was nothing more clear that when it came to romantic intentions, Violet was just not interested. 

But maybe there was something about the way Haru looked at her. The first night they met, Violet put aside her studies to walk with Haru to a twenty-four hour bakery—no more than a few blocks from her university residence. The Eun boy takes her hand in his and tucks it into the pocket of his sweater. She took his kindness as a promise.  The night goes on and the two find that banter drives the conversation from one topic to another. Haru leans in to kiss the half-stranger. Violet swears that he’s “worth so much more than this city.” 

Your Eyes Tell or popularly known as 24/365, is a story told through Eun Haru’s perspective. In this hopeful attempt at offering a more consoling, humane, and in its own way, a realistic interpretation of love, Haru redefines his understanding of love and patience over the course of 365 days. The show relays flashbacks, present days, and dreamy (potential) resolutions to the pair’s story. In exploring this opportunity, Haru is able to learn Violet’s heart and mind; the two are cut from the same thread.  Critics claim that the two characters provide realistic representation of modern love and how quickly the world’s circumstances act as a propellent in the couple’s ability to infinitely grow their love in only a matter of 365 days. 

Here is an instance where boy meets girl and they do so just in time. 

Your Eyes Tell aired November 22nd, 2021.

[fairyshuuu]

wild valley pt8 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 7k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. smut, fluff, romance

.warnings. mature language, sexual content, oral (for both), choking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, butt plug, multiple rounds .author’s note. finallyYYYY ♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser.  part 1.  part 2.  part 3.  part 4.  part 5.  part 6.  part 7. (m)  part 8. (m)

As the door falls into lock, the warmth of the room hits you. Though it would be possible that the heating has been on this entire time, you highly doubt it. Even with your exposed legs and arms, you’re filled with the feeling of heat, glowing around you and brushing over your chest. Chanyeol turns to look at you, his eyes tracing your shape as if he can see the sparks of radiance dropping from your skin and burning holes into the blue carpet under your feet. Maybe, if you wait long enough, they’ll come crawling back up between your toes and up your legs. Burning ashes that leave trails on your skin.

It would be appropriate, since you think of Chanyeol as a sun of his own. Since the first time you laid eyes upon him, his gravity pulled you along, like a giant magnet to drag you past time. Warm, and bright, life beaming from every seam. “Is— I didn’t know you lived this far from the garage,” you mumble, acutely aware of his gaze on the soft parts of your neck, where his marks are sure to lay like a landmap. “It’s pretty,” you nod, carefully brushing your fingertips over the records tossed messily on top of the table neighboring the door.

Chanyeol’s gaze shifts from your neck to look around the room, as if objectively observing it for the first time in a while. “You’re pretty,” he responds, and though you expect a grin to make it’s way to his lips at the comment, it doesn’t. “I don’t actually live here, though I might as well. This is -uhm- a place I was planning on buying, surprisingly. Not the whole house, just this room,” he corrects, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he follows your movements. “I didn’t end up buying it, but I did happen to befriend the owner. Now this is — my little haven, kind of.”

You swallow as you nod, looking at his pretty face from under your lashes. The knowledge of this little fact makes you feel electric inside, though it shouldn’t. It’s a dominating feeling, selfish at the touch, and despite this you ache for another glimpse as soon as it fades. “You took me, of all people, to your little haven?” you ask, as you saunter closer. Though you know what you want, and what you want to hear, it feels strange asking for it. Definitely now you’re not pressed deliriously close to his body, like you were mere minutes ago. Your question lingers in the silence for a long while, as Chanyeol seems to genuinely consider it.

With the relaxed slouch of his posture, he sighs. “Yeah, I guess so,” he says, big eyes finding yours. He seems to hesitate for a second, a flash of uncertainty meeting his features, one that you don’t know how to handle. Chanyeol has, for as little as you’ve really spent time with him, always seemed like an enigma. A confident one, always knowing the right words at the right time and though you wouldn’t hold it against him, he doesn’t seem much like a flawed human at the best of times. The things you said earlier are true. He’s infuriatingly hot, and not only on the outside. 

If anything, his core seems to be the root of the warmth that he exudes, melting his study facade into something more malleable, something you feel comfortable holding onto. “Okay,” you respond, eyes finding the bumps of the blue carpet as a safety net.

“Come here,” Chanyeol calls, and you oblige gratefully. His larger hands gather yours, as he moves you to stand in between his legs. When you look up at him again, your belly drops. This feels too much, too close and so majorly unsafe that your heart stops beating for a little while. But just as soon, it flips into overdrive, leading you to transform the space between your bodies into just a sliver.

From his place on the edge of the bed, he places his large hands on your hips, bending you towards him more as his face moves to slot into the crook of your neck. It feels exposing, so much more in the bright lights of his room. Here he can see your every flush, hear your every stutter and though more public, you felt hidden pressed to the wall in the room downstairs. Chanyeol doesn’t seem to notice your doubts, and if he does he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he trails his lips down your collarbones, teasing you with nibbles and sharp sucks to the already sensitive parts of your neck, and even further down, marking your collarbones as his now too.

Your hands reach up to tangle in his white hair, as you lift your legs to rest them over his own, settling on his lap gratefully. “Chanyeol.” Your breathing is heavy, blood thick with the feeling of him around you. Chanyeol’s movements harden, sharpening under the softness of his skin and for this you are grateful, in a way. His softness, if anything but, is too velvety to be spent on someone like you. Too precious to be wasted on a person pressed to his body and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Chanyeol groans softly, as you dig your nails into his still clad back, though you long to rip it off already.

No, his softness shouldn’t be wasted on you. Though it’s been mere minutes since he’s had you shaking in his hands, he seems hungry again, aching to take his share. His right hand slips around the curve of your ass and under your body, middle finger tracing shapes over your damp panties, while you cock your head back to take in a breath. God, he feels so good, pressed around you. His kisses pause for a second to allow him a look into your eyes, dripping with darkness like that of the night. “Take your shirt off,” he rasps, to which you gratefully and eagerly oblige.

You pull your shirt overhead and your hair tie out to let your hair spill over your shoulders. Your shirt is flung somewhere on the bed, as Chanyeol’s hand continues the teasing touches of two fingers, so close yet way too far to be satisfying. His mouth comes down again to drag open mouth kisses all over your chest, free hand snapping your bra open smoothly. His lips are burning on your skin, breath hot as he kisses your breasts with a surprising tenderness. His free hand kneads one of your breasts, as the other slips under your panties and spreads your wetness around your bottom lips. All the while, his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking sharply as you grab desperately at his wide shoulders.

“Chanyeol,” you breathe, sounding ever so needy, “I wanna touch you too.” In response he bites down softly on your sensitive bud, and smiles. You just know he’s enjoying this way too much for his own good, having you a begging, blubbering mess in his hands. And though you’d love to disprove it, there’s nothing more you want right now than him, filling you to the brim. He rolls your other nipple in between his fingers, marking your chest as his domain, before pulling away from you with a pop. His hands drag down your body smoothly, brushing over your thighs and grabbing under your knees. When you catch his eyes, he smiles playfully, and peeks out his tongue to wet his lips.

“Give me a little while to taste you first,” he says as he flips you over and tosses you unceremoniously in the bed, “I’ve been waiting too long already.” You shuffle back until you’re comfortable, and watch as his shape stalks on the bed towards you, eyes bright but brows furrowed. His hands trail up the insides of your legs as he gets close, spreading your thighs for him. Once again tonight, you’re drenching your panties and clenching around nothing, at the full mercy of the white haired man on top of you.

He takes a little while to admire you, spread out on his blankets, before he hooks his finger around your panties and drags them down, forcing your legs closed to slide them off. It barely gives any friction at all, which is why you sigh in impatience, much to Chanyeol’s amusement. Again, he opens your legs, this time pushing his thumb over your core and dragging up to your clit with the slowest movements you’ve ever seen anyone use. “God, Chanyeol,” you moan, “hurry it up.” He chuckles again, and starts circling your clit with a slowness that will make you go mad, if he doesn’t fill you up with anything soon.

Before you have the chance to complain again, he lowers himself entirely, and starts trailing kisses up your thighs. Your hands find purchase on his head automatically when he slides two fingers in without warning, filling you with a single smooth move. His thick fingers spread you open, and though you were spread wider earlier, your walls are sensitive with the pressure. “Tell me, sugar,” he brings out in between the messy kisses he presses to your skin, “what do you want right now?”

His digits slide deeper inside, reaching parts you don’t dare to dream of reaching yourself, with just breathy whispers of praise between your bodies to keep you from melting to him completely. His motions go hard to harder, meeting your eager rolls with a swift flick of your most sensitive part to drive you effectively mad. His fingers make a come hither motion to reach at your walls, before scissoring them to spread you wide open, as you moan with your head thrown back. “Please— ugh, Chanyeol- fuck.”

Your murmured objections to his playfulness make him grin, dragging his teeth and tongue over your core. All the while, his two fingers thrust in sharply, leaving you breathless for a second, before his mouth joins his thumb to slot around your clit. The heat of his mouth is intoxicating, filling you with a sloppy dizziness that leaves you entirely vulnerable to his touches. He goes from soft kitten licks to a more rhythmic attack of your bud and lips, obscenely licking and slurping your wetness and if the music wasn’t loud enough to cover your sounds you’d color fire on your cheeks. His fingers don’t give you a single second of rest, only speeding up with the tightening of your core, as he calls your name. 

You’re too distracted to answer though, he seems to know this too. His tongue rubs over the nub without mercy, and for maybe the first time in your life you feel like an orgasm is coming too quickly. Your legs lean into a cramp with the violent speed with which your belly tightens, flaring heat all over and in a single instant, you’re scared with how easily your body reacts to another’s touch. You hold your breath and whine from your throat, but Chanyeol shows no signs of stopping. So with trembling hands you grab at his face from both sides to push him off you, as you curl from the mattress. “Ah, Chanyeol, wait!” you pant, squirming in place as his hand rams in your tightening cunt again, “S-Stop, God!” Chanyeol looks up at you when his fingers still deep inside you, his lips and chin wet with your juices.

His eyes are wide at the interruption, scared he might have hurt you in some way. You’re still trembling like a reed though, and blink down at him to rid yourself of some of the haze blasted over you. “You okay?” he confirms, to which you nod your head immediately. His tongue on you right now is just too much, too much pleasure for your body to take and you allow yourself to wait just slightly to let yourself come down a tad.

“I’m okay, just— your mouth is… too much.”

He lifts a brow. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Fucking please,” your eyes blink away some wetness as you nod at him again, “move your- m- your hand.” He does, thrusting his curled fingers into you slow but hard, as he keeps his eyes on you. The painting is front of you is dirty, lust dripping from his every seam, like you’re the only meal he’s had in the last week and he wants every part of you to fill him up entirely. When you clench around his hand with a whimper, a small curl comes to his lips, still fucking into you.

“You’re this sensitive, but you don’t want me to stop?” It’s a comment more than a question, as he licks the wetness from his lips. You breathe a small ‘yes’, wanting to shut your eyes tightly as his thumb finds your clit again, sending spikes of both pleasure and pain through you with the sensitivity of earlier. Chanyeol’s lips curl into a full grin at this, cheshire-like, with the idea that no matter what, you don’t want him to quit. As his breath brushes over your wet core, he hums in agreement. “Pick me a safeword, sugar. I’m going to treat you tonight, and I need to know when to stop before I ravish you whole.”

His words only make you more wound up, the heat of his fingers slipping in and out along with the tight coil in your belly putting you so close to the edge you can’t think straight. You’d find yourself pathetic, if you didn’t feel so mind-numbingly fucked out. When Chanyeol pinches your clit with his free hand, your body jerks below him, eyes on the white of the ceiling. “Ah— uh, I—” you struggle, one hand fisting into the blankets so hard your knuckles go white. “Ugh— whiskey! Whiskey, whiskey,” you chant, thighs clenching around him, to which Chanyeol gives an appreciative lick to your dripping core. His mouth then replaces his thumb on your clit, and goes back to the almost painful circling that you interrupted just a bit ago.

“Whiskey it is,” he grins between messy kisses and licks, adding a third finger into you devilishly slow. Sure enough, the tightness of your core returns in an instant, coil too tightly wound to have any chance at surviving much longer. You open your mouth to say something back to his cocky tone, but are silenced when he fucks his fingers into you again, dangling you over the edge. Chanyeol notices your state and wraps his mouth around you tightly, lips and tongue on you, with fingers curling into your spot. When you groan desperately, black dots start to play across your vision, leaving you aching for more and Chanyeol gladly gives in. 

His touch gets even faster, stuffing you full of him and with your slick and his spit dripping down you to ruin the bed sheets. He hardens his tongue to let you grind up your core against his face, thighs wrapping tight around him as he hums. And the heat keeps building until you’re sure you’re starting an inferno between the two of you, muscles giving out on him and back curling from the mattress so far that you could resemble a spring. Without any more, you come around his fingers, vision going black and stark white. His fingers don’t still in you one second, though he groans with your grip on his hair. He works you kindly through your drawn out orgasm, drinking up all you’re giving him. Your back drops back to the bed as you come down, lip pulled so tight between your lips you’re tasting blood.

“Chanyeol,” you bring out, so loud that the entire house must hear you, “fuck!” But he doesn’t let you rest one second. His tongue is still moving on you, fingers ramming in you again. The pressure on your sensitive bud is too much, it’s agonizing in the best way. “Stop, Chanyeol,” you moan, trying to push your thighs closed around him, without luck. “It’s too much— ah, s-stop.”

“Safeword,” he just says, enjoying your squirming. Part of you wants him to stop, really, since the jerks your body makes are vicious. But the other part aches to press him even closer, to let him genuinely and honestly ruin you until you’re nothing more than a puddle of limbs. And though it is way too much, though tears wake their way down your temple, you don’t say the safeword once. The pain is still pleasurable, in a messed up way. When he’s finally satisfied, at least for now, he takes his mouth away from you, and gently removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, to watch your cum seep out of you. You watch as he rights himself on the bed and smiles down at you, dragging his fingers up your thighs and belly. “Okay, baby girl?” he asks, sweetness dripping from the words despite his proud grin, as he brushes your hair away from your sticky neck.

“Mhm-alive” you bring out, lifting your back to feel the sweat roll down your spine as Chanyeol moves from the bed. It makes you bounce on the soft plush of the blankets, with a soft hum. “I wanted to have you though,” you whine, lulling your head sideways to watch him in his trail towards the dresser. “You said I’d look good coming around your cock, Chanyeol.” This makes him chuckle, as he sifts through some clothes to pull out a little towel, that he tosses over at you. You watch with a tight chest as he turns back to face you, pulls his black shirt up and over his wide, muscular shoulders and as it messes up his white floof of hair, dropping the crumpled fabric next to him with a hum.

“Who said I was done with you already?” he says, voice sounding ever deep as the ocean. You hold your breath as your gaze runs over his muscular body, chest and abs stupidly defined. All of this was under that flimsy, little shirt? You swallow, finally taking a breath as your eyes trail down his tattooed shoulders and chest, all the way to where his hair trails down into his jeans. Even the thick fabric doesn’t hide the shape of the tent that you’ve given him. Cold shivers make their way over your exposed skin as you stare. Chanyeol finally moves to come back to you, his muscles rippling as he walks and you know for a fact that you’d be drooling if you didn’t forcefully shut your jaw. 

Just a minute ago, you were begging him to stop, yet here you are wanting more. Needing more of him, pressed against you and in you, and filling you up until your brain blanks. The bed dips when he puts one knee down, his warm hand brushing over your nipples and down your belly. “You see, I want you.” His hand stops just short of your core, fingers tapping playfully on your belly. “I want to have you, again and again, until you can’t come unless it’s because of me. I want you screaming my name, sugar.” He drops something cold next to your thigh, and leans over you to grasp your face between his fingers. “I wanna have you until everyone in this city knows who fucked you. Would you like that?”

You don’t even have to think or you’re breathing ‘yes’, twice or maybe three times and Chanyeol rewards you with a smile, and a soft kiss to your lips, the surprise of it making your heartbeat speed up. He tastes of you, and of something more bitter, probably the alcohol of earlier. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t sit or stand without feeling me there, for the next week,” he rasps, pulling back from you, “I promise.” The image is planted deep in your brain, imaging you walking with the imprint of Chanyeol still all over you, inside you. You want nothing more, and Chanyeol clearly knows this. He removes his hand from you to drop his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off and away as he joins you. The weight of him on the bed makes you clench in anticipation.

Who would have thought you’d be this weak for him? Well, everyone, probably, except for you. You sit up to grab onto his thick thighs, loving the hiss he lets out under your nails. He has a condom in hand, and though you’re not sure where he got it from, you don’t really give a shit. You’re too busy running your hands up to brush over his clothed dick, feeling the heat even through the fabric of his boxers. He’s rock solid, probably has been since he fingered you against the wall, and your mouth automatically drops open. You want to taste him too, suddenly overcome with the need and idea of it.

“Sugar,” Chanyeol calls for your attention, gathering your hair in his hands but you’re busy. You need him filling your mouth, like— right now. Without another breath you tug his boxers down, watching his cock flip up against his belly, exposing his length to you. God, he’s so pretty. Red, long and thick, with two thick veins running up to the head. Your one hand cups his balls as you lean down, while your other grabs him tight, making Chanyeol moan. “Ah, fuck.” Your first lick is careful, testing the waters as you look up at him through thick lashes. For the first time, Chanyeol looks pained. Pained with what you’re doing to him, because you can tell that he wants nothing more than to fill you up as well.

The idea is invigorating. That he wants you just as much as you’ve been wanting him, feverishly begging for it though you didn’t realize it yourself. You sigh and run your tongue all over his head, before opening your mouth wide and taking him as deep as he fits. Which isn’t too deep, honestly. Chanyeol’s too big to fit in all the way, but you do your best to grasp the rest with your hands. Chanyeol’s head falls back as you watch him, exposing his beautiful neck and the few marks you’ve managed to give him in return. You moan around him, and let his dick slide as far into your mouth as you can, before pulling back and again. With this movement, your tongue drags over the veins of his cock, making him grunt deliciously.

When Chanyeol looks back down at you, his grip tightens in your hair, bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. “Ah, holy fuck, baby. Your mouth is perfect.” You jerk the rest of his dick with your hands, hollowing your cheeks around him, as spit drips from the corners of your mouth and over your hands. His precum tastes salty and slightly bitter, slipping down your throat with every swallow. “You need some help, baby girl?” Chanyeol asks, to which you nod eagerly, one hand finding a hold on his flexed thigh. He nods, before slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth, as you let your jaw hang loose to fit him in.

Though you can tell he’s being gentle, his dick hits the back of your throat with every thrust, making your eyes sting. Chanyeol’s hands subconsciously tighten in your hair to give a delicious pull, his hips finding a steady rhythm with which he fucks your face, as you do your best not to choke. “So— pretty,” he grunts, “you look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.” You suck as hard as you can while being so full, and squeeze around him with your hand as he speeds up to a brutal pace, closing your eyes. One particularly hard thrust makes you choke around him, Chanyeol hissing as your teeth brush over him.

He slows down just a little to let you take a deep breath through your nose, fingers brushing comfortingly over your cheek. You cup his balls in your hand and squeeze, feeling his dick twitch with a strangled moan from the man above you. “You’re doing so well, sugar,” he says, and you’re inclined to believe him since his free hand is clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles peek through the redness of his skin. As you swallow around him, Chanyeol brushes your hair out of your face, his cock sliding in and out so rough it burns your lips. Chanyeol’s second hand now joins his grip on you, fucking your face with as much care he can manage to bring while desperate to come. “Shit, I’m close.”

When you look up at him through teary eyes that most definitely make you look positively fucked, he pulls out and pulls his perfect bottom lip between his teeth, as something resembling a growl falls from his throat. “Where do you want it?” he asks, letting your hair drop on your back to wrap his hand around his thick member, jerking it fast. With a pout you open your mouth, and put out your tongue for him. This makes him flush, giving you two desperate blinks as he pushes the head to your tongue and lips. “Fuck, you want me to come in your pretty, wet mouth? Want to taste me on your tongue, baby girl?” You hum again, and cock your head back further to allow him the space needed.

The slick sounds of his hand running rapidly over his hard member continue until Chanyeol suddenly places his hand on your head and pulls you closer. Thick ropes of cum land on your tongue, that you swallow easily, despite his harsh hold on you. Chanyeol groans loudly as he comes, head thrown back to expose his beautiful neck and tattooed arms flexing. You cup his balls and squeeze them to milk him of everything he’s got, staying in place on your knees until he pulls back from you and gives you a little smile. “Jesus Christ,” he exhales, “your mouth should be illegal.” His explicit words make you flush, despite what you did not twenty seconds before.

You slide back on the bed to stretch out, feeling slightly pouty that you didn’t get to have him fill you, but still satisfied with the events. When you drop your head to the pillows, you smile back at Chanyeol from your lower position. He licks his lips, before moving closer to you and kicking his boxers off the rest of the way. He settles on his knees in between your legs, before grabbing both your thighs and spreading them wider. To your surprise, his hands slide up again, meeting your core again. Your eyes widen as you see him rub two fingers back in the mess between your legs with a concentrated frown. “Ch-chanyeol?” you mumble, thigh twitching with his sinful movements yet again. “What are you—?” You’re cut off when his index finger curls soft circles around your abused clit.

Chanyeol gives you a sharp look, before moving back over your body. “You shouldn’t be getting sleepy now, baby,” he hums, the nickname sounding sweet, “if you wanna fit me in here, I’ll need you wide and awake.” Your stomach drops at that, mouth opening. He’s still going? But you— As if hearing your doubts, Chanyeol circles your hole with his wet fingers, dragging it up and down your slit. “Unless you’re already tired.” The teasing tone drips from his words as he spreads you open on his fingers again, the stretch feeling familiar but a tad sore. “Unless you don’t want to come again, of course,” he frowns, though his lips are curled up at the ends as he talks.

“No, I— I want it,” you immediately refute, “I want you.” Chanyeol hums softly again, before bringing his hand down on your sensitive mound with a slap. You squeak loudly, and grab his forearm tight for support. “Ah, fuck, Yeol— please, I want you to fill me up,” you repeat, lashes fluttering with the wetness that pools at the edges of your eyes. The sensitivity of your center since earlier hasn’t dimmed at all, the lack of touch seems to have made you even more over-sensitive in fact. Yeol seems to know this very well, because his eyes keep flicking to your face at every touch, checking your sanity every few seconds.

You close your eyes as he leans his much larger body over you, mouth finding your nipple as his fingers fill you up for the third time tonight. Your body curls as if automatic at his touches, the feeling lovingly painful. You imagine this is what feeling electrified feels like, sharp sparks jittering through your veins without stopping. Your belly feels tight again, muscles sore with the continued abuse on your clit. Chanyeol switches to the other boob as he fingers you, tongue soothing your painful marks. His free hand rubs soft circles on the inside of your thigh, melting you into the sheets. Suddenly his fingertips leave your thigh, and a significantly colder something is pressed to your core.

You open your eyes to a smirk of the white-haired man, his fingers continuing a leisurely pace all the while. He presses the thing up and down your slit a few times, before starting to circle your bottom hole. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you keep his eyes. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. Chanyeol presses a kiss to your temple as he pulls his fingers from inside you to stuff them in your mouth, leaning most of his weight on his elbow. You mumble incoherent words around his fingers as the metal thing is pressed into you for just a second before pulling back. “Have you played with a plug before, sugar?” he asks, face so deliriously close to you, you can barely breathe.

You poke out your tongue to wet your lips, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. His fingers slip out of your mouth and make a wet trail down your cheek. Your lips come to meet his gently though, tongues intertwining in a mess of mutual lust. He tastes like you, moaning into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip while pulling back. When the metal is rubbed around your hole in circles again, you flush and toss your head back, hiding your face from his view. “I— uh- n-no, never,” you stutter, slightly embarrassed. But Chanyeol just presses a kiss to the corner of your lips, and takes the metal plug away from you for a moment.

“Would you like to try?” His hand brushes soft circles over your tummy, before grasping your hip. You hesitate for a second, before nodding just once. “You’ll feel extra full,” he says, which makes you clench around nothing with the idea. Chanyeol alone would probably already make you feel a raving mess, the thought of more sounds— almost dangerous. Again you nod, whining slightly as he unlinks your arms from him, fingers instead tangling in the bed sheets tightly. He scoots down your body a bit, and to your surprise, he’s already hard again. You want to sob with how badly you’re aching to feel him, but do your best to be patient as Chanyeol’s hands make contact with your legs again.

He smiles up at you when the chilly metal slides over your skin again, sending shivers over your limbs. Gently, he bends your legs back towards your chest, folding you over like a binder. You open your legs to look at him while he does, the metal piece pressing against you. It’s quite pretty, you have to admit, the top of it decorated with a pink heart that shimmers even in the dark. Your wetness covers the cone. Chanyeol pushes it in slowly, stretching your tight hole with a gentleness, making you swallow. Your body tenses for a second at the foreign feeling, but soon enough you relax into the plush. It feels strange, stretching the more he slides it in, giving a pressure inside you in a way you’ve never felt before. The plug slides in the rest of the way itself, making you feel— just— tight. You feel endlessly tight. “Good?” Chanyeol asks, wiping his wet hands on the sheet for a second.

“Y-Yes,” you moan, dropping your legs back down and around his body with a small sigh, “I think so.” Chanyeol sits back on his feet to look at you for a bit, before kneading his hands in your soft ass, humming.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sugar,” he mumbles, rolling you over and up on shaky knees to meet his body halfway. His hard cock rubs over your core like this, pulling feeble whines from you. His hand connects with your ass sharply, pain blaring and making you clench and— oh. The plug shifts slightly in you with the change in position, rubbing up on the inside. You moan, just hanging onto his arm as he pulls you up against his body, arm wrapping around your upper body to keep you close, squeezing you under your boobs. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against your cheek, lips leaving trails of heat there as he presses the praises to your skin, “and all mine. You hear, sweetheart?” He pulls your head back by your hair to rest on his shoulder. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, yes— I- I’m yours, fuck,” you’re fully intending on crying, if he doesn’t soon fuck you, your every fiber so wound up you’re in physical pain. Your wetness is dripping down your legs at this point, getting cold on your skin. “Please, Chanyeol, please fuck me— pl-please.” Your pathetic begging makes Chanyeol hum, as he slides a digit into your mouth. You wrap your tongue around it and suck, as the man behind you lets go of your chest to grab the condom he tore open earlier.

“Gladly, baby girl. Because you’re asking so politely.” He lets his finger out of your mouth and rubs it up your messy slit, pushing you back onto your hands and knees. “Ugh, I know it’s selfish, but I want you to remember only me when I’m done with you.” Your hands are desperately fisted in the pillows, back arched and cunt dripping, and you honestly can’t even make a single coherent thought to respond to him. Luckily, he puts on the condom quickly, and presses his head into you. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Chanyeol sighs, bottoming out in you with a single move, and filling you to the brim. “I love looking at you, love seeing you— like this.”

Your one hand moves to cover your own mouth, because you might alarm the people downstairs with how hard you feel like screaming. The stretch is mind-numbing, and even though he doesn’t move, your orgasm is already right there, waiting for you. You bite your own finger so hard that the marks will be visible for a while, and curl your body back against him entirely. Chanyeol huffs as he takes a hold of you, and pulls back out ever so slowly, the feeling burning your insides and leaving you a hopeless mess. “Holy— God, Chanyeol- hg— so big.” Chanyeol slowly slides back inside, making you feel entirely at his mercy. He’s so far up in your guts you’d worry for your health, if he wasn’t being so gentle.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Again, out, back in. You can barely process anything else, filled entirely with Chanyeol, everywhere. Your mind, your heart, your cunt. Everything is his, though you don’t need to say it out loud for him to know. Your body trembles under him, bed shaking with the thrusts he delivers to your rag-doll like body. You must choke out something coherent around your own fingers, because Chanyeol holds you still for a second to reach under your body. “You’re close, huh? I can feel it.” The first touch he gives to your clit is enough to pull tears from your eyes, slipping down your cheeks and neck. If he rubs softly or hard, you can’t tell. Your entire body is on fire, sweat gliding down the valley of your breasts and down your spine, pleasure sending you so far away from earth you barely hear his voice.

“Mhm, f-fuck, close— so close-” you bring out, barely finishing the words before your entire body contracts, the coil almost snapping under the pressure. Your walls clench around his big cock, trembling. And just when you’re about to come, Chanyeol pulls his hand away. You pull in a breath and freeze, starting to genuinely sniffle now, as your body violently falls back from your coming high. “Wh- why did you stop?!” you blurt, eyes squeezing shut to stop more tears from slipping down. “I was so close, why- did you- do that?” Your words come out as little whimpers, but Chanyeol huffs out a laugh in response anyway. He leans his chest to your back, and presses a few apologetic kisses to your spine. “You’re so,” you hick, “mean.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers as he straightens back up, moving his hips back out of you as if to apologize, “I just wanted to have you a little longer. I wouldn’t have lasted if you were coming around me already.”

You just swallow your tears, and push yourself up on your knees to feel his body against yours again, rocking your hips back into him. “That hurt, Chanyeol. Make me cum, now.” He chuckles at your tone, and presses another kiss to your shoulder as he thrusts up into you now, holding you tight to him. The new angle is distracting, feeling even deeper. He hums in satisfaction when you moan with his hard pace, and wraps his large hand around your throat to hold you still. He rams his length in and out of you over and over as his fingers tighten around your throat, making you feel otherworldly.

The orgasm that was ripped away from you so harshly before soon creeps back up, every part of your core so over-stimulated that every touch of it could make you snap in two any second. Chanyeol’s breath washes over your skin with every thrust, the bed creaking and shaking between the two of you. Your one hand comes to rest over his around your neck, while the other digs into the thick of his thigh, the muscles flexing under your touch. “There you go, baby girl,” he grunts, the punishing slaps of his body slamming into yours filling the room. You let your tired arm drop in between your legs, and flick your fingers over the abused nub until you’re coming again, not letting up this time.

Chanyeol moans as you clench entirely around his thick member, every feeling so intense that you entirely loose it. Your mouth drops open but no sound comes out, Chanyeol’s hand warm around your throat and blood gushing between your ears. You squirm around him from the painful fullness. The only reason you stay somewhat upright is Chanyeol’s hold on you, and he soon flips you on your back as he slips out of you. “You’re so pretty this spent,” he says, opening your legs back for you and sliding back in with ease, “so good for me”. You still have black dots on your vision, one hand tangling with his larger ones as a lifeline. His balls smack into you with every thrust, making the pretty accessory below move back and forth.

With his free hand, he slips his index finger into your mouth, pushing down your tongue. You don’t get a chance to suck on the long digit, because you’re coughing around the sudden intrusion. Only half aware of you himself, he switches instead to his thumb when you pull in a much needed breath, mouthing a ‘sorry’ as he closes his eyes. His other hand grabs at your breast as he speeds up his pace even more if possible, body rippling and flexing with every thrust. “Ugh, Y/N,” he groans, dick twitching inside you. You spent what little energy you have left clenching around him, as he comes in the rubber and lands on you, spent. He rolls off you to allow you a breath and slips his finger out of your mouth, only making more of a mess between you two.

And then he presses a kiss to your swollen lips, and you’re effectively lost. His strong arm slides under your neck to pull you on your side and into him, longer legs coming to tangle with yours. And though you’re both naked, you feel warm in his hold, covered in comfort by someone you’d never expected to end the night with. You press a tired kiss to his chest in return, and look up at him with heavy eyes. He’s already looking at you, a small frown on his brows. You can’t help but giggle with how typically Chanyeol it is, leaning into his touch and burying your face there. After a little while, to your dismay, he moves to take the filled condom off, and beckons you. “Come, love, you still have to take out your present.” You pout at him, as he waits. “Come on. I’ll help you shower.”

You are barely able to push yourself up from the blankets, and slide off the bed onto very shaky legs. “You’re a piece of work, Park Chanyeol.”

This makes him laugh, the sound full as he almost doubles over. “Maybe,” he agrees, “but I’m a hot piece of work. And you’re not much better, mind you.” His large hands find your waist, pulling you to him as you stumble towards the bathroom, feeling his warm body melding to your back. The door is flung open when you lean your both hands into it, revealing a pretty open shower and more wine colored towels. The man is glued to you as you slaunter in, rubbing comforting patterns on your outer thigh and hip, leading you inside softly.

He sits you down onto the closed toilet for a second, before walking over to the shower. You stare at his back while he walks, letting the silence fall between you two. Now you’re not in his orbit anymore, you’re finding it hard to breathe, the air thick with things unspoken and though you don’t want to, you feel guilty. Chanyeol doesn’t notice your frown as he turns on the shower, letting the water warm. His right shoulder is covered entirely in a wing, running down part of his bicep and moving slightly as he checks the water for you, unaware. Your stomach drops as you stare, eyes trailing the feathers painted so elegantly on his golden tone. They seem to lovingly caress his skin, pressing hearts to the surface. With a slight croak in your voice, you call his name, and catch his eyes. “This was just for fun, right?” You repeat the line you’ve said after just about every hookup, though it sounds awkward as soon as it passes your lips.

He freezes for a second, before the familiar frown makes it’s way up his face. Though you’ve seen it so many times, you’re not sure what it means in this context. But Chanyeol moves, and reaches his hand out for you to grab. “Of course,” he says, helping you towards the shower with the same cold expression, “just a hookup, sugar.” He lowers his lips to your ear, as cold shivers bring goosebumps to your arms. “Don’t go feeling too special now.”

there we go!! this is officially the longest smut i’ve ever written, i hope it was decent. I worked on this one really hard, so I really hope you liked it~ thank you so much for your continued support and love, i read and re-read your messages any time i need a pick-me-up and you guys are just the sweetest!! thank you for reading so far, and i hope you’re excited for the next chapter.

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It’s been three days after your talk with Baekhyun and Sehun, the anticipation slowly killing you as your second thoughts about this plan increased with each day that passes. You were creating different scenarios in your mind about how this whole charade could turn out; the good ones where Chanyeol eventually confesses he feels the same way about you and the not so good ones were you could see him not giving it to much attention and even encouraging you to improve your love life as both of you know he couldn’t have a “normal” relationship because of his job and some fans who might not take the news happily if they find out about it. You arrived at your apartment after a tiring day at work feeling bored at the everyday routine there, prepared some dinner and sat on the sofa to watch some series that would distract your mind or at least that’s what you intended to. You were paying too much attention to the tv and your sandwich that it wasn’t until the third buzzing of your phone that you turned to look at it,saw the name of sehun on the screen and answered it.

“Hey” you muffled as you were finishing a bite of the sandwich.

“Hi y/n! How are you?” Sehun said casually on the other side of phone. “Well I don’t want to complain so let’s leave it in I’m surviving” you answered and the boy gave a little chuckle “what about you?” You asked him. “I could say the same. Surviving” you laughed a little and continued eating your sandwich.

“Hi y/n” you could hear Baekhyun yelling on the distance.

“Tell him I said hi” you said to Sehun.

“She says hi” you heard Sehun told the other boy.

“Put her on speaker” Baekhyun said. You heard a couple of weird noises and the boys talking about something you didn’t quite catch.

“so what’s going on?” You said.

“Listen, Baekhyun and I are free on Saturday so we thought that we could see you and discusse the plan about your future fake boyfriend. Are you available that day?” He asked.

“Ahh, sure... I can see you guys” you said. 

“Cool, so we’ll see you then at your place” the silver haired boy said.

“Wait, what?!... Why here?” you said surprised.

“The rest of the boys will be here at home after rehearsal because it’s cleaning day” he answered.

“Fine, but I’m not cooking this time” you said, seriousness in your voice.

“Aaw, y/n” the two boys whined.“You know you’re not the only ones that work and feel tired, right?” You took the last bite of your sandwich.

“Yeah but we really appreciate your cooking” Baekhyun tried to convinced you.

“It’s not gonna work Baek” you said, decisiveness in your voice. Baekhyun made a pouty face that only Sehun could see.

“y/n please, I crave homemade food. It’s not the same without Kyungsoo” Sehun said sadly enough to make you imagined him with a pout on his face too.

“I know” you sighed “I missed him too”.

“And you’re the one who cooks the best after him” Sehun pointed out.

“Ok... I’ll cook but we’ll split the cost of it” you give out.

“Of course!” Both boys said excitedly.

“Ok then, see you on Saturday. You can come around 7pm” you said.

“Cool, see you then” Sehun said “Bye” both boys said at unison and you hang up the phone.

You laid on your couch and gave a heavy sigh I really hope this will work you thought to yourself and close your eyes trying top ut your mind in blank.

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Friday came around and with it your usually Friday night with Chanyeol. Thankfully you had an easy day at work and even got out a little bit earlier. You went to the supermarket on the way home to buy the things for tomorrow’s dinner and a couple of things to make something for you and Chanyeol. You were entering your building when Chanyeol spotted you a few steps ahead of him and jogged to catch up with you.

“Hey” he said and you turned to look at him.

“Oh, hi Chan” you said surprised, struggling with grabbing all the groceries bags .

“Let me help you with that” Chanyeol said and grabbed two bags from the ones you were carrying.

“Thanks” you said and pressed the elevator button. You gave a quick glance at Chanyeol and smiled. He was holding his phone with the other hand and was looking at it with a frown on his face and his tongue pocking out in concentration. It has always amazed you how he could look like one of the hottest men alive and at the same time like a kid with some gestures he does from time to time. You got lost in your thoughts until you saw how his lips were moving and heard the last words of what he was saying.

“... buy all these?” He said without turning his gaze from the screen.

“What?!” You said, eyes wide open like a deer in the headlights.

“Didn’t you hear me?. I asked you why did you buy all these” He pointed out.

“Ahh... I had in mind cooking dinner tonight and also I don’t want to go to the supermarket during the weekend” you said nonchalantly.

“Ah.. ok then” he said as both of you entered the elevator. The doors closed behind you and you started going up. “So how was your day?” You asked him looking at the screen where the numbers of the floors were displayed.

“It was alright I think, you know... doing the usual stuff” he gave you a tiring smile. “How was yours?”.

“It was better than other days. I got off work a little bit earlier so It was a win for me” you said and he nooded. Man... has the conversations with him lately have always felt so awkward like this one? You thought. You didn’t remember clearly enough the times before your crushing started blooming; when you two could have a simple conversation and even in the silence you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable for it. That seemed to be a long time ago.  Both of you entered your apartment and started placing your things on the couch and table.

“Can you start taking out the groceries? Let me just change my clothes and I’ll start cooking” you said to the white haired boy.

“Sure” he said and started taking the groceries to the kitchen.

You changed to a pair of sweatpants, a tank top and made a ponytail. Your typical “home look” according to Chanyeol. Maybe you should be more concerned about going around looking like that, specially with the guy you want to impressed but you just weren’t the type of girl that takes a whole makeup tutorial just to hang out around her house. These felt more natural, more...you and, If you have one thing clear amongst the other millions that makes you doubt about yourself is that no matter what, you weren’t going to change your whole being just to be with a guy. You walked into the kitchen and saw Chanyeol boiling some water, he took out his hoodie and was wearing a black t shirt along with his sweatpants. You didn’t know if it was his attractive looks or the fact that you have been single for what it felt like ages but every time you were with him you just couldn’t refrain from checking him out and you felt annoyed with yourself because of that. You shook your head to quickly shake those thoughts away and went for the rest of the ingredients “You know I was the one that is supposed to do the cooking, right?” You pointed out.

“Yes but I thought I may started with it if I wanted to get dinner before midnight” he said and gave a half pained laugh when you smacked his arm.

“I appreciate the help. Now move to the living room and let the underrated chef work” you said smugly and went to grab a bowl from the kitchen counter.

“Who told you you could be a chef?” He sneered and crossed his arms over his chest. You turned to look at him.

“Aah... unlike you, the rest of your group really appreciates my cooking thank you very much” you pointed at him with a wooden spoon.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it it. I’m just a little bit more... mmm... what’s the word I’m looking for?” He said thoughtfully.

“Ungrateful it is” you smiled at him sarcastically and he glared at you.

“Picky... I was gonna say picky” he clarified.

“If you say so” you said and turned to take the bowl out of the counter. The problem with it was that it was located on the top shelf and you were struggling to reached it out. Chanyeol started laughing and you rolled your eyes, always hating when he or the other boys mocked at you for your shortness compared to the skyscrapers they were. “Let me help you shorty” he laugh-sighed. He went over to where you were standing, getting behind you and reaching for the bowl. “Here” he said and you turned to look at him, at first you were annoyed with him for mocking at you but just like that he gave you his sweet-child like smile and you just sneered and made eye contact with him. You two were so close now and could smell his cologne mixed with his usual scent. For you it was one of the most delicious you have ever smelled in your life, so intoxicating that you could got lost in it.  You two kept staring at each other, both your smiles fading slowly until he suddenly gave a little cough and the imaginary bubble in which you were trapped burst out.

“Mmm... here you go” he extended his hand to give you the bowl and looked away.

“Aah.. thanks” you said awkwardly. “So you go and pick the movie and I’ll finish this, ok” you said quickly turning to grab the ingredients and put them in the boiling water.

“Yeah... I’ll go and... be... here” he trailed off and gestured at the living room. He turned and started walking out the kitchen “If you need help just call me”.

“Yeah, don’t worry” you dismissed a hand at him and turned to look at the stove. When you heard he turned on the tv you released a sigh that was so awkward, Had he noticed I was getting nervous?, why do I feel so unsettled?... no, come on y/n don’t freak out, just be cool... in a normal way that wouldn’t look weird you thought to yourself and carried on with the dinner.

For tonight’s pick you were watching “The Hangover 3”. Although, you found it funny your mind wasn’t completely in the moment. Chanyeol was enjoying it too much if you could say so, even getting teary-eyed laughing from some of the scenes. You two were the kind of people that fangirl/fanboy over the movies but got annoyed if people try to talk to you while you are watching it so most of the times you will wait until the film is over to discussed it or maybe say something quick to each other ears and continue watching it. It wasn’t until he left his plate on the table and turned to give a quick glance at you that he noticed you were absentminded.

“Are you bored?” He asked you. Your gaze focused on him and gave him a side smile.

“Noup... my mind got lost for a moment but I’m paying attention now” you answered him. He paused the movie and turned his body fully towards you.

“I have noticed you do that a lot lately. Are you really ok?. You know you can talk to me about everything and by everything I mean everything” he said with a big frown on his eyebrows.

“Ahg... it’s nothing, just...” you turned to looked at him. He was looking at you intently as if he was trying to read your mind. You, it’s you and other million stuff you thought. “I’ve been really questioning myself about what I am doing with my life” you started explaining “about my job, my love life, me... that and the fact that I missed my family and I’ve been thinking that maybe I should go back” you sighed.

“No” he quickly yelled, eyes big as round plates. His answer startled you and you look at him confused.

“I mean no, you can’t leave” he clarified. “I know you are not happy with your job and I can’t imagine having my family so far away from me but things can get better, I know they will. I can help you with finding a new job and I know it’s not the same but me and the rest of the boys are your family too”. He said calmly.

You smiled at him “Thank you Chan. It really means a lot to me” and he smiled back.

“You’re welcome. Now come and give papa a big hug” he said and extended his arms wide open. You cringed at what he said “Don’t. Don’t call yourself like that” you said and he smiled wickedly at you.

“What?! You don’t like it?. Ok then Maybe I should changed it for daddy?. Come and give daddy a hug.” He made his creepy face, reached out to you and engulfed you in a hug.

“Stop it. You’re such a creep” you laughed as he squeezed you tighter in his embrace while you were struggling to get away from the hug. 

“Don’t try to resist daddy.” He said in his low tone voice trying not to laugh but unable to do it.

“Shut up” you were still laughing and pushing his creepy face away. Eventually he let go of you to hold his stomach from all the laughter he was having.

“Uhg... we were having a lovely moment and you blew it. Mood killer” you glared at him.

“But I made you laugh and that makes an even more beautiful moment” he pointed out, pleased with himself.

“Until your creepy face came to the surface” you said.

”Oh you mean this one?” He asked you and made that face again. You laughed and threw a pillow at him “Get out.” 

“No wait! He have to finished the movie” he said.

“Promise you’ll behave” you said.

“Ok, I’ll behave for the rest of the night” he solemnly said as he put his right hand over his chest. You sneered at him and grab the remote to pressed play on the screen. Both of you settled comfortably again on the  couch and continue watching the movie. This time you were more focused on it and enjoying Chanyeol’s company as you used to, without worrying about your words and putting aside your feelings for him for the rest of the night.

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 The next day you had a busy morning, doing the chores and preparing dinner for the boys.  After finishing all that you decided to take a shower and get ready for your visitors. You finished putting some clothes in the washing machine when the doorbell rang and went to open the door.

“Hi guys! Come in” you said, stepping aside to let Baekhyun and Sehun enter. They greeted you back and took off their caps and masks.

“Do you want something to drink first?” you asked them. Baekhyun watching something in his phone and Sehun looking around as if examining his surroundings.

“Wow, it looks really clean compared to the last time I came here” Sehun said bewildered.

“Hey! I clean every week. Today I did my mid year deep cleaning” you stated.

“It’s October” Sehun pointed out.

“Details” you dismissed a hand at him.

“So... where’s the food? I’m starving” Baekhyun asked looking at the dining table.

“You want to eat right away?” You said surprised.

“Yeah” both boys answered. “I didn’t ate my weekly pizza just so I could have plenty of space in my belly for what you cook for us” Baekhyun smiled at you while padding his belly. You rolled your eyes at him and try to suppressed a smile.

“Ok, have a sit and I’ll come back with the bowls” you said and walked to the kitchen while the other two started moving towards the table. The evening went by rapidly, the boys telling you about their week and you telling them about yours. 

“This is delicious y/n. I could kiss you right now” Sehun muffled as he was stuffing his mouth with a full taco. Baekhyun nodded, opening his mouth big enough to bite half of one.

“Thanks and only if you brush your teeth is how your mouth can touch mine” you said, taking a sip of soda.

“So I heard from a little birdie yesterday was a good night for you two” Baekhyun said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“You meant a big birdie then if you are talking about Chanyeol” you muffled with a bite of taco on your mouth. Sehun snorted at your response and Baekhyun rolled his eyes at you.

“Fine!, so how was it? Was it good in terms of besties good or good as in you took your heart out and he gladly accepted it?” he asked while grabbing more food.

“The first one” you said and proceeded to have another bite.

“Ahg... you two are impossible” Baekhyun said, disappointment in his voice and Sehun nodded this time.

“I know” you said simply.

“Anyway we have good news. We set you up a date” Sehun said triumphantly. At hearing this you choked with a tiny piece of meat from your taco.

“Whaaaaat?!”you said between coughs, your eyes starting to get teary because of it.

“We set you up a date for the upcoming Halloween party. Super Junior’s members are hosting a party at their place and they said we could told our closest friends too” Baekhyun explained.

“But...” you trailed off, having a mental breakdown at his words. Date, date, I’m having a date. A blind date!, It’s been so long, I’m not ready your mind rushing with all this thoughts.

“Relax. You’re not marrying the guy. See the good side of it, you know him” Baekhyun tried to calm you. “Who is it?” You asked, concern still visible in your features.

“It’s Jackson. Don’t you remember I suggested it the other night?” Baekhyun asked you. Oh yeah you thought, remembering that talk with him but honestly at that moment you didn’t give it to much of a thought.

“And he already knows the situation” Sehun said nonchalantly.

“You told him I like Chanyeol and that I needed a fake boyfriend?” You said incredulously. These fuckers you threw a murderous gaze at them.

“Ok maybe not the entire situation. We only said that you were so lonely these days and that you are going on your own. He was the one that suggested you two could go together and we said “cool” and he said “cool” too and that’s pretty much it” Sehun said “We didn’t mention the fact that you already like a guy which happens to be Chanyeol nor that you want a fake boyfriend. We thought leaving that part to you”.

“Jeez how thoughtfu of you” you said sarcastically.

You sighed, wanting to punch them but making a great effort not to and also wanting to die from the embarrassment you were feeling now. How am I gonna tell Jackson, hey Jackson! Be my fake boyfriend for as long as it takes and I’ll be your loyal servant if you want me to for the rest of your life you thought.

“ I don’t know what to do” you said, placing your forehead on the table.

“Just call him and try to sound smooth” Baekhyun said, grabbing your shoulders so you could lift your head and look at him.

“If you want moral support you can call him now. We’ll be here” Sehun assured you.

“Aah... ok” you exhaled. You started looking for Jackson’s number across your phone and once you found it you didn’t think too much about it and pressed the dial button. The phone rang three times and a cheerful voice greeted you.

“Y/N... it’s been to long since we last saw each other” Jackson said.

“Hey Jackson” you said a little bit hesitant, “I know. I’ve been so caught up with work that it seems I have no social life anymore” you said and he laughed about it.

“Yeah I can relate” he half chuckled.

“Listen I came across Baekhyun and Sehun and they told you’re going to the Halloween party next week” you said trying to sound calm.

“Well, I’m actually going to two parties. Which one are you referring to?” He asked.

“The one at Super Junior’s members place” you clarified.

“Ah yes...oh shit! I forgot about it” he suddenly realized “I was gonna ask you if you want to go with me. I’m sorry! I’ve been so busy that I totally forgot it was next week. That’s why you’re calling, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Aah… yes but don’t worry about it. Actually I was gonna ask you the same thing” you said trying to sound “smooth” as Baekhyun said. You turned to look at the boys and saw Baekhyun giving you a thumbs up.

“ Where did you leave the dessert?” Sehun asked quietly and you glaring at him pointed at the kitchen. 

“Aah” Jackson trailed off. “Sure. If you want I can pick you up that day. Just send me your address and I’ll stop by”.

“Ok then it’s settled. See you on Thursday.” You said, your nerves slowly calming themselves. You expected him asking you more about what the boys had told him but maybe he didn’t remember it or he thought it was inappropriate to talk about it on the phone. Either way you thank the heavens for not having this conversation at the moment as you needed time to think how are you going to explain yourself and try to convince him in helping you.

“Ok, see you. Bye” he sounded as cheerful as when he picked up the phone. 

“Bye” you said and hang up. You closed your eyes briefly and exhaled. The boys cheering with half their mouths stuffed with crepes and ice cream.

“Aaw, see! It wasn’t that bad” Sehun said stroking your head.

“Our baby has a date” Baekhyun cooed and squeezed softly one of your cheeks.

“Ugh” you slapped his hand away and the boys laughed.

“You two are a pair of wackos” you said “but thank you for helping me” you side- smiled at them.

“Anytime” Sehun smiled back.

“You know, I really hope you become Chanyeol’s girlfriend. That way we could have this kind of food more frequently” Baekhyun said admiring and smiling at the food. You laughed at his last statement thinking how silly these two could be although you also thought that it would be nice to be Chanyeol’s girlfriend and have more group dinners with the guys.

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 It was around 01 am when Baekhyun and Sehun entered their dorm. Both guys chatting lightly and laughing at something Baekhyun had said. They rounded the corner of the corridor and see Chanyeol lying on the couch watching the tv.

“Hey Yeol” Baek said and went to sit next to the tall boy, Sehun following him.

“Hey” Chanyeol said. He looked tired, a little bit more than usual but it was kind of normal these days.

“Where had you been?” He asked to no one in particular. “ You sneaked out before we finished with the cleaning and I had to finish doing your laundry, you’re welcome by the way” he said at Baekhyun and smacked his head slightly .

“And that’s why you are my brother from another mother” Baekhyun said and grinned widely at him “Tomorrow I’ll treat you lunch, ok?”.

“You better” Chanyeol frowned and nodded his head slightly. “So... where did the two of you go?”.

“We went to have dinner and time went by” Sehun explained kind of apologetically.

“Was it good?” Both boys agreed but decided not to give him to much information about it. Chanyeol didn’t seem to care much either thankfully.

“Hey! Do you know how are you gonna dress up for Halloween already?” Baekhyun changed the subject quickly.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about other superhero but I did that the last two years so I have not made up my mind yet. What about you two?” Chanyeol asked.

“I don’t know either, I was thinking about a character with a suit or a pirate maybe” Baekhyun answered thoughtfully.

“I was thinking about a villain. Maybe Mysterio or Venom. I’m still thinking about it” Sehun said nonchalantly.

“I just want a costume in which I will be able to seat” Baekhyun suppressed a laugh as well as Sehun and Chanyeol gave them a morderous look.

“Shut up. I rocked my Iron man costume last year” Chanyeol pouted.

“Sure” the other boys sneered.

“Whatever morons” Chanyeol rolled his eyes “Are you going with someone?” He asked so they could forget about his costume.

“Nah. Too much pressure in bringing someone. I would rather go on my own and see what can I find there” Baekhyun said, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

“Me too. I just want to have fun while I can before the comeback” Sehun said. “And you?” He asked Chanyeol.

“I...” the tall boy scratched the back of his neck “I’m going with someone” he finished. 

“WHAT?!” the other boys half- yelled at unison, looking wide eyed at each other and landing their gaze upon Chanyeol.

“Are you serious? You have a date?” Sehun asked him incredulously. Chanyeol getting uncomfortable about the topic.

“You know going with us doesn’t count as a date, right?” Baekhyun remarked.

“Of course I know that, dumb. I have a date, why you find it so hard to believe?” He asked annoyed.

“It’s not that. It just...well... it’s been a while since you last went out with someone” Sehun stated.

“And I remember you saying you were not looking for a relationship right know and just wanted to focus on your guys album and the comeback” Baekhyun pointed out. Sehun and him with concerned looks in their eyes.

“Yeah well...” Chanyeol said as he started getting up from the couch “maybe I changed my mind. Good night” he said, seriousness in his voice and started walking to his room. Baekhyun and Sehun still couldn’t believed what they had just heard as the sound of a door closing indicated them Chanyeol was out of hearing.

“Fuck... how does this happened?” Baekhyun asked quietly and Sehun shook his head as if having trouble with processing the information his brain just received.

“ Did you know he was seeing someone?. You two have been stuck to each other lately” Baekhyun said to Sehun.

“Of course not. We have had spent most of the time together and I have never once had seeing him with a girl” Sehun explained “there’s no way he could even have the time to have a date in this past months” .

“There’s something fishy here and we have to find out what it is before the party.” Baekhyun said determined and the younger boy nodded. “ Do you think we should tell y/n before she finds out?” Sehun asked. Baekhyun sighed heavily “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure Chanyeol is going to tell her before the party but I don’t want to freak her out more than she already is with Jackson’s date”.

“Tell you what... tomorrow we question him. See if that is something worth of worrying and if is not we should let y/n find out by him.” Sehun suggested.

“I think regardless if it’s important or not we should tell her either way. To soften the blow” Baekhyun said.

“If Tuesday comes and Chanyeol hasn’t told y/n yet, we will tell her then” Sehun said and Baekhyun agreed.

“Ahg... these two are going to kill me someday” Baekhyun complained.

“Tell me about it” Sehun sighed, sinking in the couch. “This totally fucked up our plans”.

“Not...if we play our cards right and at the right time” Baekhyun said thoughtfully.

“What are you thinking?” Sehun asked the other boy.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I have to think this carefully” Baekhyun said.

“Ok.” Sehun yawned and stood up “I’m going to bed. Good night Baek” he started walking towards his room.

“Good night” Baekhyun said absentmindedly. He started planning different tactics on his mind for the “getting Chanyeol” operation when tiredness took over him.

“He suddenly feels like to have a relationship” Baekhyun scoffed. Bullshit. I’m going to the bottom of this he thought to himself but for now he will just go and have a proper sleep. Tomorrow he could beat Chanyeol’s ass for being such a nuisance to your guys plans.

   Thank you for reading it, the support and comments <3. I hope you keep liking the series and enjoy this chapter. Halloween and Dia de Muertos is coming, I’m so excited about it! and I think it would be nice if you suggest  me some costumes for the characters before wednesday ^^.

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

Part I of a Star and Her Spectare: a Series 

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader Genre: fantasy / supernatural

She was the smallest star, one of God’s favorites.

But she didn’t shine as bright because she wasn’t as big as the others yet. And because she didn’t shine as bright, she was ridiculed. 

And when one is ridiculed, the best thing to do is hide.

There’s a corner of the sky, where clouds gather and the blues and purples of the day melt together.

That’s where she hides. And that’s where he always finds her.

From there she could view the world below, unafraid of the whispers and spite thrown towards her fragile body. She could perch on the edge and watch the humans.

Watch them live. Watch them love. And hope they grow.

There, in the corner, nothing hurt her. She was free to shine in any way she chose.

“Did they say something to you?”

She shakes her head vigorously, afraid of the consequences if she says yes, I am hurt.

“I am fine. I am only here to think.” “Not hide?” She scowls at the smirk that is evident within his voice.

“Cowards hide. And I am a Star of God.”

He comes to sit next to her, like he always does, but refrains from touching her.

The Spectare do not engage in such acts. They are Guardians and can extend friendship to those they watch over.

Anything more than that is against the Law.

But he knows she is sad and his heart breaks for his star when he draws her near.

“I am fine,” she insists, snuggling closer. “Yes. You are fine.” His grip tightens and he places his chin atop her head.

In this corner, they are safe. And he can love her without fear.

But fear is always present. 

As is hatred. As is jealously.

And when his star returns to her corner later that night, heart a bit lighter than before, she is surprised to find others waiting for her.

Their words as sharp as their strikes. And the edge growing closer with each blow.

When she falls, he feels it.

He watches over many stars and can sense when something is wrong.

But with her, it’s like a pain that’s only been described to him. Like a scorching fire burning his blood.

He knows she’s fallen and when a star falls, its guardian is sent down to Earth.

So he prepares and waits for God to summon him.

“It could be centuries before you return my child.”

He doesn’t care. She has fallen.

So he will bring her home.

[wolveswithblackpearls]

fruity season day 26: Chanyeol & cherry

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

(Pablo Neruda)

~ Admin S

(I don't own the pictures but did the edit.)

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CHANYEOL STANDALONE/SERIES FIC RECS PART 3

NOTE: HAD TO FIX IT AS SOME LINKS ARE NOT WORKING. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE.

NOTE: TO ADD MORE SOON.

Free Spirits by @exoheadspace

Step by Step by @restlessmaknae

Let's Fall In Love For the Night by @bbhlover

Misdial by @baekzhang

Epoch by @whatifexo

A Safe Place by @biaswreckingfics

West Virginia Mine Disaster by @vampwrrr

Gentle Monster by @yourkeeperoftherunners

Come Back by @sapphire-hearthstone3

A Home by @jincherie

Illusions by @underthejoon

Sleepless Night by @geminirules

Cherry Chapstick by @breakyeol

Sentimental by @bearseokie

SSFW by @milkybonya

Susurrant by @suho-mochi

Elision by @daebakinc

Morning Light by @igotyouniverse

Worth It by @dilatedpupils95

A Night With You by @yoonia

Musings on the Pursuit of Greater Things by @j-pping

Peaches by @morkmywords

Chanyeol and A Kiss in the Library by @kpopfairyland

The Eighth Year Surprise by @pcychedelic

Just Hold Me Tight by @juncottonluvbot

Eternally Yours by @goodwriterwithbadhabits

Loud by @onenightandgone

Hard to Get by @pocket-scenarios

061 by @namariea

Something Flutters by @exo-one-shots

The 9th Infantry Couple by @justwritedreams

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Drabble #16 by @weirdsofagirls

Finesse by @loeyslover

Blue Essence by @loeyslover

So Called City of Love by @loeyslover

Unexpected by @mindymusejottings

Attention by @oh-ottoke

Fire Escape by @uhoh-exoscenarios

What It Feels Like by @saebyeog-i

She's Dreaming by @almondeyes-biased

[eomayas]

new thing (pt.2) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f reader, age gap

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!! chanyeol is a munch! little bit fluffy

synopsis: after running into chanyeol, he asks you out on a date, and you’re the dessert.

warnings: oral (f receiving), praise, p in v, pwp

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it certainly wasn’t the last time you saw chanyeol. no, you saw him exactly three days after that, when you ran into him at a supermarket you rarely ever shop at. you were simply in the area, because it’s close to your job, and bumped into him on your way to check out. all you had in your hands was a package of wholegrain crackers that you and seulgi liked, and kombucha. he, on the other hand, had a basketful of stuff, which made you feel extremely young.

he noticed you first, your name leaving his lips in a way that made your heart jump and your stomach flip. you didn’t know why you were nervous—you ran into people you’ve had sex with before—but it was different, seeing him outside of the bar setting. he was in a plain black tshirt, black joggers, sneakers, and a yankee hat; the outfit should not have set you off, but it did. the simple sexiness of it all made your core jump.

you said hi, and you’re grateful that he’s personable, because you forgot how to hold a conversation. he could definitely sense your nervousness, and kept the conversation short, ending it with asking you to lunch exactly a week from the first time you guys had sex. you were stunned, but you said yes, of course.

that saturday came around, and you guys met at a brunch restaurant that you’d probably only ever go to if you and seulgi have good news, or really wanted to treat yourselves. the inside was beautiful and the menu was expensive, and chanyeol didn’t even flinch to pull his card out and pay for you meal. it shocked you, and you hoped you didn’t show it because you’re used to men either wanting to split the bill, or begrudgingly pulling out their wallets.

you learned that day that he’s the oldest sibling to a younger brother, that he’s a music producer and songwriter, and that he originally went to school for data science before dropping out to pursue music. he doesn’t check his phone the entire time you are both together, and he checks on you to make sure you made it home thirty minutes after you leave. he asks you questions about yourself, and smiles when you start most of your sentences with ‘ummm’, whereas the men—boys—you’ve been with before him would have lost interest in what you were saying immediately. it’s safe to say chanyeol is a real man compared to your exes, and it’s a very foreign experience, though not unpleasant and unwelcomed. before the night was over, he asked to see you again, which is currently what you’re getting ready for on a friday night.

you finish clasping your large hoops in your ear and do a once-over in the mirror. you thin black dress clings to your body in all of the right ways, but it’s real intent is for chanyeol to rip it off of you by the end of the night.

“okay, seul, how do i look?” you ask, stepping out of your room and poking into the doorway or hers. seulgi looks at you and screeches, clapping her hands together.

“bitch, you look too good!” she yells, and you pose dramatically in her doorway. “i take it you won’t be coming home tonight?” seulgi asks, a grin on her face.

you blush at the thought of staying with chanyeol. “we’ll see,” is all you say, but you’re hoping that she’s correct. your phone buzzes in your shoulder bag, and you quickly slide it off of your shoulder to answer the call. you can barely keep the smile off of your face as you say, “hi.” into the receiver.

“hey, y/n, im outside,” chanyeol says, and you all but rush to say ‘okay’, and quickly hang up.

“was that chanyeol?” seulgi asks and you nod, giddy even though you’ve seen him twice since the very first time you met. “have fun! use a condom!” she says, digging in her bedside drawer and tossing one to you before you leave. you catch it and put it in your bag, just in case.

outside, his matte black corvette awaits. chanyeol gets out of the car to greet you, smiling when he sees you. you try to keep your walk as normal as you can with his eyes on you, and he holds out a hand once you get close. “hey,” he says, gently tugging you close.

“hi,” he gives you a soft kiss on your lips, one of his hands on the small of your back. he pulls away and opens the passenger door for you and you thank him, sliding in. he discreetly checks out your backside as you get in, and runs a hand through his hair. it was going to be a long night.

chanyeol helps you out of his car, and you gaze up at his large house in awe. it’s a huge tan house with a black door and a slanted roof. large windows adorn the upper level of the house, one dead center which looks like it’s supposed to be the window a sun room. “nice,” you say, glancing over at him. he shrugs to be modest, but he knows he has a nice house—he worked for it.

he grabs your hand and leads you to the front door, unlocking it and pulling you inside. it’s even more excellent inside, and you can’t believe you’re actually in a home like this and know somebody with a home like this. chanyeol gives you a tour of the entire downstairs, showing you the kitchen that has a smart refrigerator and stainless steel appliances, the large living room with ample room and a large tv, and a large, gray L-shaped sofa.

“do you want anything to drink? i have water, wine… uh… tequila?” he says after you two finish downstairs and go back towards the kitchen.

“i’m good, thanks,” you say. he nods and closes the fridge, gesturing to the stairs for you to start going up. you do, and he follows after you. he can’t help but keep his eyes on your ass, and when you guys get to the top of the stairs, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, placing a kiss on your neck. you reach back and put a hand on the side of his face, holding him there briefly as he starts walking you to a room that you can only presume is his.

you appear to be correct when you push the door open. chanyeol straightens up and loosens his hood on you. “sorry, this was a douche move—let me show you the sun room,” he says, pulling you out and across the hall to a room where you can imagine spending every hour of everyday. there are plants strewn around, some hanging from the ceiling, and a comfortable looking tan couch. there’s also a reading nook, and lots of pillows and blankets for maximum comfort. in front of the window is a telescope, and you go over to it. “do you use this a lot?” you ask him, putting your eye to the lens and looking out at the moon. you let out a small gasp, feeling like a kid at the planetarium.

chanyeol shrugs behind you, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket. “sometimes, yeah,” he replies, and you turn around, a smile on your face.

“well, it’s really cool in here,” you say, walking back over and standing in front of him. chanyeol smiles down at you and gently grabs your chin, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

you let him lead you back into his bedroom, where you drop onto the corner of his bed to start unlacing your heels. chanyeol removes his jacket and hangs it up in the closet like an adult, whereas you’d just throw it on the closest surface and deal with it another day. his room is quite literally spotless, and everything looks like it belongs.

chanyeol comes back from putting his coat away and notices you’re still removing one shoe, sirs down next to you, grabbing the foot you haven’t started on yet, placing it in his lap, and untying your heels that lace all the way up your calf. when both of your shoes are off, you thank him and flex your foot to relieve some of the pain of the heels. he gently kneads at your calf and you want to sigh at the gesture, but you keep it to yourself. “i’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” you say to him, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly.

“i’m glad,” he says, leaning over and kissing you with more force than the last one. his hand stills on your calf while his other one slide up your thigh and tugs you closer to him, so he’s sitting sideways in between your legs.

chanyeol adjusts so you’re lying flat on the bed and he’s hovering over you, the chain he typically keeps tucked into a shirt dangling in front of your face. you put a hand on the back of his neck and pull him down to you, hooking a leg around his waist as you kiss him deeply. he moves his lips down to your neck and you hold onto his shoulders and grind your lower half into him. “take this dress of, pretty girl,” he says, pulling away from you and resting on his knees.

you can’t help but blush at the pet name and quickly pull your arms out of your sleeves and push the dress down you legs. he helps you by pulling it down the rest of the way and leaving you in a black bra and matching underwear. you feel shy under his gaze, even though you’ve already had sex with him before. but this feels more intimate—it is more intimate than the first time—and you haven’t felt this shy since the time you lost your virginity.

you prop yourself up on your elbows as his eyes rake across your body. his drags his fingertips down your abdomen to the tops of your thighs, and goosebumps rise on your skin. because you can’t take the way he’s looking at you, you lean up and kiss him, pulling him back down to you. you slide your hands down his back and underneath his shirt, feeling the skin of his muscular back. you swear he flexes to show off, because when he pulls away to rip off his shirt, he has a cocky grin on his face.

chanyeol kisses you deeply before kissing down your body, starting with your left leg and kissing all the way down to your ankle before doing the same thing on the right side, but going up.

he pulls your underwear down, and you open your legs wider and bend them so he has more space. you expect him to start fingering you, but instead he moves his face down to your heat, and you quickly sit up. “no, chanyeol, you don’t have to do that,” you say, trying to scoot away from him. most of the guys you’ve been with weren’t into giving oral, so you stopped asking or expecting them to do it.

chanyeol looks up at you, confusion etched on his face. “but… i want to,” he says, his eyes boring into yours.

“you want to?” you ask, disbelief in your voice. he chuckles and you tense as the sound vibrates off of your core.

“yes, y/n, i want to eat you out. is that okay?” he asks, kissing the inside of your knee. when he sees the look on your face, his eyebrows furrow. “wait—have you never been given head before?” he asks.

you feel embarrassed to shake your head, because he seems so into it. “i mean, no, i guess i haven’t,” you say, looking away from him.

“do you want me to?” he asks, his hand absentmindedly stroking your calf.

you do. you’re so used to giving, it’d be nice to receive, especially when it’s a mutual want. you look down at him and see it in his eyes—he looks like he’s been given a plate of food after starving for so long.

you nod your head. “yes,” you say. chanyeol licks his lips and looks down at your pussy, holding himself back from completely ravishing you.

“just lay back, and relax, y/n,” he says, flicking his eyes up to meet you before going back down to your cunt. you let out a breath and do as he says, relaxing your legs and looking up at the ceiling. “and look at me.” he orders. when you do, he immediately connects his lips to your second pair, and starts licking and sucking.

you gasp and start to close your legs, but he muscles them open using his shoulders. you squirm as he flicks his tongue back and forth, suckling on your clit. “stop moving,” he says, not removing his face from in between your legs. you keep yourself still, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the feeling of his voice against your core.

your back arches off the bed when he chooses to add his long, thick, fingers into the mix. “ch-chanyeol!” you shout in a broken moan. you let out a string of curses as he sucks on your clit and pumps his fingers in and out of you.

you can’t remember the last time you felt this good during foreplay. nobody has ever tended to your needs the way chanyeol is, and it’s slightly unbelievable that he’s real.

but he’s very real, and he lets himself be known when he shakes his head side to side. you fist the sheets on his bed and cry out his name. “fuck, yeol, i-“ a broken cry of his name gets caught in your throat and a strange feeling in your stomach, like a balloon that’s been filled up with too much air, fills the bottom of your stomach.

chanyeol pulls you impossibly closer to him and hooks his arms around your thighs. his nose bumps your clit endlessly, and your legs start to shake. the balloon keeps getting filled, until it snaps and you thrash around on the bed, seeing spots as you scream out chanyeols name.

“damn,” is all he says as you gush all over his face, some of it dripping down your center and onto his sheets. he can’t help but watch in amazement as you keep on releasing, your pussy practically throbbing. he watches as you clench around absolutely nothing, and can’t help but get hard. if there’s one thing chanyeol likes to do, it is please people. but he particularly likes pleasing women by using his mouth and tongue, and he can tell when he succeeds—like right now.

he doesn’t even give you a minute to calm down, because he’s back at your core lapping up all of your juices. “chanyeol, wait!” you cry, but your hand on his head, holding him at your cunt says otherwise. when you start trying to crawl away from him is when he lets up.

the entire bottom half of his face glistens when he gets out from in between your legs. you can’t even look at him, feeling so bare and embarrassed, because you can feel a wet spot on the sheets. “you alright?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“mhm,” you say, pressing your legs together.

“look at me.”

you do, and with hooded eyes. you can’t help but giggle at how crazy he looks with only half of his face wet. you glance down at his lower half, the tent in his pants hard to ignore. you motion for him to come closer.

you reach for his waistband, undoing the button and zipper before pushing down his pants, along with his briefs, his dick hard and throbbing, bobbing in wait. you look up at him as you kiss below his belly button and down his happy trail. when you grab ahold of his dick, he gently stops you, and you frown. “i really just need to be inside of you right now,” he says, pushing the rest of his clothes off.

you smile and he leans down to kiss you, pushing you back onto the bed. “condom,” you remind him as he starts to line himself up.

“right,” he says, quickly getting off of you and and going to his bedside table. you unhook your bra as you wait for him, pinching one of your nipples in between your fingers before groping your own chest. you nearly start to touch yourself until he’s back in front of you, an eyebrow raised. “couldn’t wait?” he asks teasingly, rolling the condom on.

“no,” he shakes his head at you and holds his dick by the base. “hurry up!” you whine, reaching for him.

“good girls get what they want.”

“we both know i’m not.”

he smirks down at you, pressing the tip against your puffy folds. “no,” chanyeol says, rubbing it up and down. “you aren’t.” and then he pushes into you, air feeling like it’s left your lungs. you’re not used to him in the slightest, and you’ve never been stretched like this until him. even when you were riding him almost two weeks ago, it took you some time to get used to him.

“fuck!” you cry, holding onto his forearms. the chain hanging from his neck dangles in front of your face as he thrusts into you. it gently hits your nose every time he rocks into you, and all it does is get you more turned on. “faster, yeol.” you moan, sliding your hands up his arms and splaying them across his back.

chanyeol pounds into you, making your toes curl and back arch into his chest. you dig your nails into his skin, leaving indents. chanyeol looks down at you and watches how your face twists up on pleasure as you moan out his name. his chain continues to tap against your nose, and he moves to take it off, but you stop him. “leave it on!” you groan, wrapping a leg around his hip.

you take one hand and grab him by the necklace and pull his lips down to you, not exactly kissing but your noses touching. “you feel so good,” you moan, a hand in his hair.

“you’re so tight, fuck,” he groans, kissing your neck. he grips one of your hips tightly and ruts into you relentlessly, your nails scratching up his back.

when he comes, it’s loud and he’s saying all types of filthy things, calling you pretty and baby, two new pet names to add to the list. you come after him, clenching around his dick and making him whimper in your ear, which almost makes you come again. he has to pull himself out of you for self control, but your grip on him makes it much harder. “baby, cmon,” he begs, his breath catching in his throat.

you finally relax enough for him to pull out with a groan, and you curl into yourself with a whimper, your heart beating quickly. “you okay?” he asks, concern in your voice. all you can do is give him a thumbs up, which he laughs at and then kisses the pad of your finger. “i’ll be back.” he says before getting off of the bed.

by the time he’s come back, your sitting up, criss-cross and naked, on his bed. he comes back in sweats and no shirt, and gives you a small smile. chanyeol offers you a tshirt, which you take, and slip on. he finds your underwear, which you put on as well, so you’re winney-the-pooh-ing it. chanyeol crawls onto the bed next to you and props himself up on his elbow. “so..?” he questions and you raise an eyebrow.

“you want me to rate our sex?” you ask, giving him an incredulous look. he shrugs, a smirk on his face and you roll your eyes and pretend to think hard. “hmm…” you say, tapping your chin, and he scoffs and jumps on top of you, caging you beneath him. you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. there’s no way you’re going for round two, but you want to be close to him.

to your gain, you do spend the night, and you tell seulgi, who seems way too excited for you, but supports nonetheless.

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[yeolsaintlaurent]

Nocturnal Reverie  [PCY] ch.1

pairing - chanyeol x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, angst

themes - power imbalance, romance, crime, justice, class divide, politics, sex

synopsis - In the sprawling, dystopian city of Emberhaven, where power and corruption reign supreme, the lives of two unlikely individuals collide in a tale of passion, intrigue, and moral reckoning. Chanyeol, an enigmatic and wealthy scion of the city's elite, finds himself captivated by the elusive Y/N, a cunning and resourceful thief who navigates the treacherous underworld of Emberhaven. Their first encounter, sparked by a chance meeting in a luxurious club called The Velvet Lounge, sets the stage for a whirlwind romance amidst a backdrop of crime, politics, and danger.

warnings - none for this chapter

A/N - This is my first ever chapter from the series titled 'Nocturnal Reverie'. As the summary suggests, I wanted this story to be a commentary. Also a chance for me to write Chanyeol as this dark, mysterious hot dude who wants to change the world he was born into. Although his past should have molded him in a certain way (haha no spoilers), he develops a conscience and wants to be better and do better - which ultimately puts him on a path of justice. And what happens when he comes across a woman who he falls for, and who may or may not (again, no spoilers) bring up ghosts of his past. Has fate brought them together to team up? or will they be forced by circumstance and some harsh truths to fall apart. Who ends up pointing the gun at whom. Read on to find out. I'm not sure how many chapters this series will end up being (right now I've finished 5), but than you for joining me on this journey. If you love what you are reading - make sure to let me know!! Any and all feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1: City of Shadows

In the heart of a city where dreams went to die, the sun's feeble attempts to pierce the persistent cloud cover were met with indifference. This place, known only as "Emberhaven" by its denizens, wore an air of perpetual twilight, as if the very sun had abandoned it.

The city sprawled, a tapestry of stark contrasts painted in muted shades of despair and dimmed hopes. It was a city where life unfolded in a slow, monotonous cadence during the day, as the weary residents trudged to their day jobs, shoulders slumped under the weight of mundane existence.

But when night descended, a transformation took place. The city's forgotten corners came alive with a vibrancy that defied the daylight's gloom. Neon signs flickered to life, casting a garish kaleidoscope of colors on the cracked pavements. Laughter, tinged with desperation, echoed through narrow alleyways as the nightlife claimed its dominion.

The city's inhabitants were a motley crew, each trying to navigate the treacherous terrain of their existence. The underclass, beaten down by the grind of their daily routines, had become intimately acquainted with the seedy underbelly of survival. For some, desperation had led them down the path of petty crime, a means of putting food on the table when honest labor fell short.

Yet, even amid the decay and darkness, a semblance of hope flickered. The city's denizens were not without their aspirations. In the face of adversity, they clung to dreams of better days, a glimmer of light in their otherwise shadowed lives.

The stark contrast between these lives of quiet despair and the city's high society was never more evident than within the boundaries of "The Velvet Lounge." This establishment, located somewhere in the city's heart, was a refuge and a revelry ground, a place where boundaries blurred and masks were donned.

At first glance, The Velvet Lounge was an unassuming venue, its entrance concealed within the jagged contours of the city's architecture. Passersby, oblivious to its existence, would never guess at the decadent world concealed within its depths.

Once inside, the ambiance was a paradox, an intricate dance between past and present, grunge and elegance. Smoke hung heavy in the air, creating a haze that cloaked the patrons in an air of anonymity. The murmurs of conversations blended with the haunting strains of blues music, filling the space with an eerie, almost mournful, melody.

The club was a haven for the city's weary souls, a place where the weight of their daily burdens could be momentarily shed. In the dimly lit corners, lost souls sought solace in the bottom of their glasses, their laughter mingling with the intoxicating rhythm of the music.

Here, the city's criminals mingled with the disillusioned working class, and the wealthy elite sought refuge from the hollowness of their opulent lives. It was a tapestry woven from threads of desperation and desire, a microcosm of the city's essence.

Chanyeol, a figure marked by piercing sparkling eyes and a physique sculpted through years of turmoil and work, entered the establishment as he had done countless times before. His hair was black matching his eyes and perfectly styled. His steps were measured, deliberate, as he ventured into the murky depths of The Velvet Lounge. In this shadowed sanctuary, he found respite from the relentless echoes of his father's criminal legacy, seeking a penance that eluded his grasp.

Chanyeol made his way to the bar, a realm presided over by Suho, the bartender known for his charm and the uncanny ability to discern a patron's desires with a mere glance. Conversation with Suho, as was the custom at The Velvet Lounge, was cursory and devoid of personal details. No one shared their real names within these walls, a precautionary measure born from the city's unforgiving underbelly.

As Chanyeol ordered a bourbon, his gaze roved over the eclectic assembly of patrons. The Velvet Lounge was a refuge, but it was also a theater of stories waiting to be told. Faces bore the weight of their personal histories, each wrinkle and scar a testament to the battles fought in the shadows.

Y/N, with her striking orange hair that seemed to blaze with an inner fire, made her entrance with a quiet confidence that commanded attention. She slipped into the establishment, a delicate storm in stiletto heels, her presence noted by the regulars who recognized her unique allure.

Tonight was different for her. Tonight, her target was not just any unsuspecting mark at the bar; tonight, her focus was drawn to Chanyeol. He stood out among the crowd, his build, his personable facial features and an allure that beckoned her with an irresistible pull.

With deliberate grace, Y/N approached the bar, her steps echoing the seductive rhythm of her high heels.

Chanyeol, absorbed in the haunting strains of a blues guitarist on the stage, seemed momentarily oblivious to the world around him. The glass in his hand remained untouched, forgotten as he surrendered to the melancholic embrace of the music.

Y/N, however, was anything but oblivious. Her gaze, like twin flames, fixated on the stranger beside her. She cast a sidelong glance, her eyes a bewitching blend of curiosity and mischief.

With a voice like smoky silk, she purred, "You seem lost in the music, handsome. Mind if I join you?"

Chanyeol turned to her, his piercing gaze locking onto her striking hair and the lure in her eyes. For a moment, the world outside The Velvet Lounge ceased to exist. He felt an inexplicable connection, a pull toward this woman who had entered his life like a tempestuous storm.

A wry smile graced his lips as he replied, "Lost is an understatement, but you're more than welcome to share the chaos."

Their conversation flowed with a natural ease, as if their words had been rehearsed in the cosmos itself.

As the night wore on and the blues guitar serenaded the lost souls, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into conversation with Chanyeol. Her voice was a seductive melody, her words carefully chosen to weave a web of intrigue around him.

"You know," she purred, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass, "this city can be a lonely place. But sometimes, when two lost souls cross paths, they find something they didn't know they were looking for."

Chanyeol's gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes locked onto hers as if under a spell. The music, the dimly lit surroundings, and the woman before him held him in a trance.

He chuckled softly, the sound laced with a hint of melancholy. "You're right," he admitted, his voice low and tinged with vulnerability. "Loneliness has a way of making the world feel a lot colder."

As Y/N leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his expensive trench coat, she continued to sweet talk him, her words dripping like honey. She had almost reached her mark, her fingers inching toward his wallet, when his focus suddenly shifted.

The blues guitarist on the stage had launched into a soulful solo, the haunting notes echoing through the dimly lit space. Chanyeol's eyes drifted toward the source of the music, his expression one of rapt absorption. He had his eyes closed and had a mildly scrunched expression on his face as if he was embodying the lyrics and the instrumental of the music.

Unbeknownst to him, the glass in his hand had been refilled more times than he realized. The bourbon flowed freely, blurring the edges of his consciousness. Y/N, sensing her cue, extended her delicate fingers toward his coat pocket, her touch feather-light.

But just as her fingers grazed the wallet, Suho, with an uncanny awareness of his patrons, intervened. With a subtle nod and a discreet gesture, he alerted Chanyeol to the imminent danger.

Chanyeol's hazy gaze shifted from the guitarist to the bartender, and then to Y/N. The realization washed over him like a sobering wave. He caught her in the act, her hand poised to pluck his wallet from his coat.

A flicker of surprise crossed Y/N's face as she met his gaze, but she quickly masked it with a sly smile. "Caught me," she murmured, her voice teasing as she withdrew her hand.

Chanyeol, now more alert, couldn't help but be intrigued by the audacity of this woman. He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, you certainly know how to make things interesting."

Suho, observing the exchange from behind the bar, couldn't resist a knowing smile. In The Velvet Lounge, where secrets were currency and connections were forged in the shadows, this encounter between Chanyeol and Y/N was just the beginning of a story that promised to unfold in the embrace of the city's night.

Y/N, quick on her feet and undeterred by being caught, decided to make her exit gracefully. With a sly grin, she tilted her glass just enough to spill its contents onto the bar, the liquid cascading toward a lit candle. The sudden sizzle and burst of flames seized the attention of both the men, their gazes snapping toward the unexpected commotion.

Candlelight danced wildly, casting flickering shadows upon their faces, and for a fleeting moment, Y/N became a ghostly silhouette in the chaos. Taking advantage of the distraction, she slipped away, her figure blending seamlessly into the dimly lit surroundings.

Chanyeol's hand moved instinctively to smother the small fire, but his eyes scanned the room, searching for the fiery-haired woman who had slipped through his fingers. She had vanished into the night, leaving behind only a trail of intrigue.

Suho approached Chanyeol with a knowing look. "She's quite the character, that one," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

Chanyeol, still captivated by the memory of their brief encounter, couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, bro," he replied, his tone thoughtful. "I have a feeling I’m going to see her again.."

Suho raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "You seem rather taken with her," he observed.

Chanyeol's gaze remained fixed on the spot where Y/N had vanished, his thoughts a maelstrom of intrigue and longing. "There's something about her," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn’t ready to admit it, no not yet, but he wanted to see her again, maybe peel back all the layers and get to know her. The real her, who he had a sense of, may not be all that different from him. 

And so, in the embrace of the city's night, the chapter closed, leaving behind the echoes of blues music, the flicker of candlelight, and the lingering hope of a chance encounter between two souls destined to be entwined in the tapestry of the city's secrets.