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close • pcy

“Let me worship you.”

His voice is adoring, face awed as he stares down at you, waiting for your response. His hands are on your waist, touch gentle. He’s not holding you down, but you know he could, he does, he likes to. Not tonight, though. You are always fragile under his touch, and he loves to watch you shatter, but tonight you will not be broken.

As soon as you nod, his lips crash against your neck, licking and sucking desperately at the tender skin. You feel the bruises forming, but they’re tender and loving and careful, like an artist’s signature, and as he marks you he places soft kisses on each one. You can’t quite decipher his whispered praises but you know what they are. You're so good. So perfect. And you’re all his.

A hand moves between your thighs, gently forcing your legs apart as his face moves down your stomach until he’s eye level with your heat. He presses a kiss to your clit and you whimper desperately.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please.”

He grins and strokes your thighs while he attaches himself to your folds. He eases his tongue inside you and you whine, instinctively closing your legs but his broad shoulders hold you open to him, at his mercy, where you belong.

He pulls away, flipping you over without a word and landing a strong hit against your ass. You gasp into the pillow and he hears you, lifts you by your chin, pulling your head back until your eyes are staring into his.

“Don’t hold it back,” he murmurs. “I just want to have you. Let me have you.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, just presses a kiss to your swollen lips and releases you. Your head flops back down, dazed, and he chuckles fondly. He loves how you come undone. And he loves that it’s only for him.

His mouth comes back to your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit while his hands rest on the backs of your thighs, anchoring himself and you. You try to stay still, just focus on the feeling, but you let yourself be loud. You let yourself cry and moan and whimper and beg, because that’s what he wants. Because it’s what you need.

“Flip me back over,” you plead. “I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” he whispers and flips you gently, hands running up and down your thighs. “Gonna fuck you now,” he says and you whimper, lifting hips closer to him.

He enters you slowly, not fast and rough like he sometimes does, and his eyes never wander from yours. He swallows your cries with his mouth attached to yours, stroking your cheeks as he slowly starts to move.

His pace is leisurely, like the thrusts are almost absent-minded while he focuses on you. You push yourself up again and he takes the hand, reaching under you to pull you up into him, grip firm but gentle on your ass and hips. You press your face into his neck, trying to mark it as he did yours. His pace gets a bit faster but they’re controlled, timed, focused, and with each one he pulls you up to him so he can go deeper, can take you further.

He whispers ‘I love you’ as he comes, over and over like a prayer, and he’s still kissing you as he pulls out. You don’t bother cleaning up tonight. You just stay close. You stay together. You stay adored.

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A/n ; one of the cheesiest things I’ve written and possibly the sloppiest too because I’m not used to the slow and gentle stuff but I’m working on it as you can see. Let me know if you want more fics like this, and pls comment, reblog whatever, and send requests !! Whatever you want to read, let me make it for you. Love xx

pent up • pcy

Request: hii can i request size kink + manhandling with chanyeol please? maybe the reader is around 158cm tall?? idk i want him to dominate me uwu

Warnings: size king + manhandling obviously, fairly dom!chanyeol, some slapping, pent up aggression kind of, unprotected sex (don’t), breeding, not proofread sue me

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The sound of the door closing wakes you up. You look up at the TV, still droning on and realise you must have fallen asleep waiting for him.

He’s been working a lot lately, always coming home late with flowers and an apology. You’re never mad at him, knowing it’s you that he works so hard for, but damn do you miss his touch. The roses piling up in the dining room can't compare to the feeling of his hands on you, running up and down your body, worshipping you, owning you. It’s been too long since you’ve laid shivering beneath him as he hovers over you, eyes dark and wanting.

You huff, pulling yourself up from the couch to greet him, finding a brave face to disguise how much his absence is weighing on you, on your body. You find him by the door still, kicking his shoes off and muttering to himself. “Yeol?” You whisper.

He turns quickly, softening slightly at the sight of you, wrapped up in his hoodie that nearly reaches your knees, but his eyes are dark, expression grim. He’s home later than usual, so it must have been a long day, and he looks pissed. If you hadn’t gone so long without his touch, you might feel bad that your first thought is how good, how animalistic the sex is when he’s pissed.

“What happened, baby?” You ask him.

He scoffs. “Piece of shit album just won’t fucking finish,” he mutters, voice rough and frustrated. He stares at your hoodie, eyes narrowed. “Take that off.”

You blank for a second, confused. He normally likes it when you wear his clothes. He loves how they dwarf you, make you seem even smaller than you already are compared to him. It’s only when you meet his gaze, see the fire, that you realise why he wants it off. Finally, you think.

You slip out of it hurriedly, letting it fall, your heart racing. It’s been so fucking long since he’s looked at you like this, eyes all hunger and control as he stalks towards you. His hand lands softly on your hip, covering it completely. You gulp. He’s so big. Every last bit of him.

“You’re shaking,” he says. “It’s been that long, huh?”

You nod and he sighs, grip tightening. “I’ve neglected you, baby,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say quickly, but you’re so desperate it sounds more like a squeak. His mouth quirks upwards, a brief smile.

“Little mouse,” he whispers. “Gonna make it up to you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes wide. He smiles again, soft and brief before his expression hardens. He shoves you slightly, nodding in the direction of your room.

“Go,” he says, and you’re so desperate you’re not even embarrassed at how fast you run.

You hear him on your tail, stalking after you like prey and fuck have you missed this so damn much. He’s gonna make you feel so small, so weak, so vulnerable beneath him, just how you like it. Just how he wants you.

He closes the door behind him, gaze fixed on you. Sometimes he’d have you on your knees by now, or crawling across the floor towards him, but it’s been weeks for him, too, and he’s as desperate as you. He doesn’t hesitate as he darts towards you, doesn’t hold back as he slams you into the soft bed. His grip on your hands is strong and unrelenting but he knows you’d never try and fight back; no, when you’re like this, you don’t move a muscle without his permission.

“How d’you want it, sweetheart?” He mutters. “I left you so long, I should make it up to you.”

You shake your head quickly. “No,” you whisper. “I need it hard. Fuck me like you haven’t in weeks.”

He cocks his head, grinning darkly. “I haven’t fucked you, in weeks, baby. It’d be way rougher than normal.”

You smile, your little face a picture of innocence compared to your words. “Exactly.”

“Alright,” he says. “You’ll take it all then.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he flips you over, pushing your face into the pillow with one hand while the other lifts your hips, pulling your legs apart. You feel his breath on your neck as he gets closer to you, moving your hair to whisper lowly in your ear. “You’re gonna keep your body exactly the way I put it,” he mutters. His hand tightens in your hair. “Aren’t you, baby?” You nod, and he shoves your head further into the pillow before letting it go.

“Don’t lift your head, baby,” he says. “Just feel it.”

The hand that was in your hair trails down your body, towards where your ass is in the air, millimetres from his crotch. You hear him unzip, freeing himself from his jeans before his cock is pressed against your hole. You gasp, jerking when you feel the tip press into you slightly and he slaps your thigh, stilling you.

“Not even done anything,” he mutters. “Quit moving.”

You nod, making a noise of acknowledgment and he squeezes your ass. “Good girl,” he says. “Gonna put it in now.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before he slams into you, arm snaked under your hips to hold you still and close to him as he starts to thrust. You scream into the pillow, overwhelmed. You forgot how ridiculously, monstrously large his dick is. It hits your spot every time, fast and hard and without mercy. Maybe it’s just that you haven’t been fucked in weeks, but it seems like he’s somehow gone even deeper than normal, stretched you even further than normal. It feels like the first time again, like a virgin hole ripped open by an unrelenting hungry cock. His arms grip your torso as he leans over you, sucking at your neck as his thrusts get faster and deeper.

“Oh— fuck!” You scream, writhing in his hold.

His hand moves from where it was squeezing your tit to slam over your mouth and nose, keeping you quiet and heightening every sensation. He doesn’t relent, content to have you screaming into his palm as he fucks you like a madman. He’s whispering in your ear too, filthy things, but you’re so fucked out and overwhelmed that you barely hear him. The only thing you know is the feeling of him slamming into you, over and over and nearly inhuman in his strength.

He pulls out with a slap to your ass, but you know he’s not done. He flips you hurriedly, crashing his lips against yours and kissing you like he’s struggling for air. His hand grasps the back of your head, dwarfing it while the other guides his cock back into you. You moan into his mouth when he starts to thrust again, lifting your legs up to give him leverage to go deeper.

Rough sex seems to give you flexibility you never normally have, because he moves your legs up by your head with ease and still the only thing you feel is his cock. Your eyes are closed, too weak to open until a slap to your face wakes you.

“Look, baby,” he whispers, eyes awed and completely feral. “Your stomach.”

You look down and feel yourself tighten around him at the sight of his cock through your stomach, so big and deep you can see it move. “Fuck, Yeol,” you yell. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

He groans, huffing with a particularly hard thrust. “You’re just fucking tiny, baby,” he grunts. He speeds up again, grip iron on your hips. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking small, fuck,” he chants. “Gonna come in you, fuck.”

You moan, hands wrapping around his back to pull him closer to you, your face buried in his tight chest. “Shit, Yeol, fill me up,” you moan breathlessly.

That seems to do it for him, weeks of need and aggression coming out as he unloads in you with a strangled yell. He fucks your through it, never ceasing in his thrusts even as his come spills out of you around his dick. Your own orgasm quickly follows, one of the biggest in memory, and you collapse into the bed. He falls next to you, breathless and covered in sweat as he pulls you into his arms. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly lulling you back to reality.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “I missed my little girl so fucking much.”

You missed him too.

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It’s been a long ass time I know sorry y’all I started uni and it’s fucking hard like?? I rly gotta work and shit. Anywayy thank u anon for the request I loved it and I rly do think we all need to get manhandled by chanyeol sometimes. Working on the other requests after this and keep them coming! Requests are still open! As always reblogs and comments especially are so appreciated. And thank u chanyeol for being very easy to write size king about. Love<3

Such a warm and loving story. So beautiful.

ღ songs we sing together ➸ (m)

A/N: a long long time ago in an entirely different fandom, i used to write playlist drabbles. id make a playlist that was meant to be a soundtrack, direct diegetic music happening in a scene, and write the accompanying story. ive missed doing those, and since chanyeol is basically music itself ive wanted to do one for a few years but didnt think anyone would want it. ive moved past that and just decided to write this for me, because i want it. so welcome back to chanvember! i hope you enjoy <3  Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: established relationship au; plus size reader (its lightly referenced tho not explicit, so im just making it clear this is a plus size reader); smut; fluff; romance Summary: On a rainy Sunday morning, you listen to records with Chanyeol and think about the present and the future. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sexual situations; oral sex (m and f receiving); fingering (f receiving); unprotected sex; creampie Word Count: 2.3K this is a drabble for me leave me be

soundtrack

The Sunday morning rain was heavy against the window, a rhythm as steady as Chanyeol’s even heartbeat.

Your head was pressed against his bare chest, cheek tickled by the baby soft hair that dappling his skin. Mindlessly, Chanyeol had wound his arm protectively over your waist in the aftermath of your vigorous coupling. His every exhale was feather light, a gentle sigh into the crown of your head, akin to a halo. Occasionally, your wiggling toes would find his ankle, the ghost of a giggle tumbling sweetly through his nose before he would fall quiet once again, relishing your tender touch.

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Flying Distances

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Word Count: 386

*Trigger Warning*

A/N: It’s short and straight out of my head. T’was a quickie :). Sorry for any mistakes that I made. 

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You rush down the airport doors onto the arrival area as soon as you saw Chanyeol, your busy scheduled boyfriend who had just came back from touring for work. As soon as you got closer to him, who was rushing away from the arrival gates onto where you were, he spread his arms out as he left his luggage before you ran in for the tightest, and fitting hug as your bodies moved around in unison. You took in his scent for a good couple of seconds before you looked up at your tall boyfriend who was now looking down at you. “I miss you.” he said, a little pout visible up close from where you were. “Did you gain weight?” you interrogated, which only brought his face to disbelief. “This is so sad. The first thing my girlfriend says to me after months is ‘did you gain weight’” he expressed his disappointment, as he began to unlock his arms from your back. But before he could retract, your hands were fast to reach behind where his hands were. You set his arms to where they originally were before you looked up, with eyes that screamed pure joy, longing and adoration at your exhausted boyfriend from the long flight home. You sneaked a wider smile, quickly going on your toes to give him a quick peck. “I missed you too, Park Chanyeol… Maybe even too much.” you said, with feet now flat against the floor and arms around his back, as you spread the biggest, most loving smile. To your surprise, he settled you on one of the empty counters in the waiting area, where not a lot of people were at. Your smile had now vanished into thin air, only showing your wide-eyes that were filled with shock, as you directed them straight at Chanyeol’s hypnotising pupils as you were of the same height now. He smirked at you, before he went in for a kiss that only became deeper and deeper as his hands travelled down to your hips, with your settled on his neck. It all still felt the same, maybe even more spectacular and amazing as you recall the lesson you’ve learned from LDR and it was that sometimes distance is the one thing that we need to love someone even more. 

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condoms??

a lot of people ask me why I write smut with condoms. like why do I write a scene with the guy putting on the condom when a lot of fics don’t.

I just want to promote safe sex and remind y'all that it’s never too late to put on a condom. like no matter what situation you’re in, never forget about protection. it won’t ruin the mood and if it does then you shouldn’t be having sex with someone who doesn’t want to protect themselves and you. remember safe sex everyone 👍🏽❤️