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new exo blog :) ! possibly n$fw & might write sometimes. i used to write on ao3 but this is a lot easier tbh. not 100% familiar with how tumblr works but i'd love to be mutuals :) so i'm not yelling into the void like i was on ao3

forgive me if i use this or the tags wrongly, i'm not used to this but i really want to meet other exo writers if ur out there ! cant wait to talk to u all (please interact? it’ll be right back at ya)

protector • kjm

He likes to press his hands against the glass that separates them, so that he can almost touch her. Can almost run his rough, dirtied fingers along that pure, unsullied skin. Can almost thread his fingers through her hair and pull on it, ever so slightly, to hear her whine in pain. To soothe and comfort her, to make her love him, need him like he does her. But he cannot. And he will not. That is why the glass is there.

Sometimes she breathes against it, a small, gentle breath, so that she can draw small messages into the condensation. Sometimes they’re in a language he understands; she asks him questions, answers his, or draws tiny pictures for him. Sometimes, though, when she seems flat and empty and hopeless, she writes in a different script, one which seems more familiar to her. She writes short, bleak sentences with no punctuation, and there are no pictures. It makes him want to hold her, to kiss her hair and find out what’s wrong, what has upset her so, but he cannot, because he knows that the answer is him.

She is asleep when he comes this morning, curled up in a little ball, tiny hands clutching at her blanket. He watches as her chest rises and falls, as she breathes in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out. It’s a good reminder of why there is glass between them — the class also separates her from the rest of the world, the cold, cruel world which would only seek to hurt her, ruin her, take all of her that is beautiful and turn it into something else, something more acceptable. And he cannot allow that to happen. He cannot allow them near his girl, to even think of her, so they cannot know she exists. And she doesn’t, not to the world, because she is his. And she looks so pretty when she sleeps. So, so pretty.

He runs his hands down his chest and pretends it is hers. Presses a small kiss to the glass, level with her face as if they’re touching. And when she slowly wakes, he makes sure their eyes meet. He whispers good morning. She mouths it back. They are safe from the world.

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a/n;; (Something I wrote with suho in mind - I guess a messed up idea of the guardian role. Obviously I do not think he would do any of this. Maybe this is more x-exo?? Idk. I might make a full thing of this or based on it but for now here. I wrote this in like 15 minutes and haven’t proofread it but just pretend I have. Love<3) (how do I format on tumblr) (lol please interact)

omg hi do you take fic requests ??

YES!!!!!! I love requests and have no inspiration or ideas rn so pls leave some !

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

supplicant • dks

n/s/f/w.mdni

warnings: degradation, god!kink, religious themes, dom!ks, sub!reader, mentioned whipping and punishment, boot grinding, humiliation etc

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“Will you be good, now?”

His voice is calm, eyes dark as he stares down at you. Ropes hold your arms behind your back, keeping you on your knees but you both know it’s unnecessary; were you not bound you’d be down there still, worshipping as you always do.

Your gaze is fixed on his shoes, thick leather boots which click softly against the floor as he taps his foot in waiting. “Yes,” you whisper. Yes, sir.”

He’s silent for a second, and you know he’s displeased even before his foot collides punishingly with your stomach. You keel over, try to grab it in pain but the rope stops you. Maybe you did need it. Nice touch.

“Yes, God,” he says lowly. “You call me God.”

A small smile flickers across your face but you don’t let it linger, knowing he’ll take it as insolence — a sin which your burning ass reminds you you have already been punished for today. Instead you mutter a repetition, emphasising his correct title with a bow of your head. “I’m sorry, God,” you whisper. “Forgive me.”

He barks a loud laugh and kicks you again; this time, his foot collides with your legs, forcing them apart and exposing your bare pussy to him. His lips curl into a snarl at the sight of your wetness pooling on the cold floor.

“You like it that much?” He grins. “You’re sopping wet. You like it when your God gets mean?”

“I love it, God,” you whimper. “I love it so much.”

“You bitch,” he laughs. “You stupid, sex-crazed little bitch. Going dumb just from being slapped around a bit?” He takes a step closer to you and presses a foot against your dripping pussy. You whimper, trying to push yourself into it and for once he doesn’t stop you. He just laughs, lets you grind against his shoe while he presses it harder against you.

Your head comes to rest against his knee when you get too delirious to hold yourself up and curls a hand into your hair, pulling on it harshly as you start to move faster. Your whines get louder, your movements sloppier and more desperate but he doesn’t help you. You feel his eyes on you as you keep going until your legs start to hurt, pussy aching as you feel your orgasm coming. His grip in your hair tightens as you come with a yell, juices spilling over his shoe before your body collapses, going limp against his leg. His hand leaves your hair and he shoves you off of him, watching amused as you fall back to the floor. The whip marks on your back burn as they fall onto the concrete and you gasp. Your torso lifts from the floor, trying to escape the pain but his foot presses it back down, pressure increasing until he’s almost stepping on you. You meet his eyes as he stares down at you and his kind smile could almost fool you into thinking this is over.

“Good dog,” he snarls, and then you know it’s not.

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A/n ; thoughts pls!! Reblogs/comments/requests always appreciated. Love xx

touch me • bbh

warnings: smut, light dom/sub (dom!bbhsub!reader), daddykink, anal, degradation etc

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It’s warm in here. It’s warm enough for him to have taken off his jacket, thrown it over the table and yet you’re still shivering. Shaking as if you’re freezing, but that’s not why. You’re shaking because he’s in front of you, right there, and even though you can’t look at him yet you can feel him there, feel his gaze on you. It lights you up, electrifies you and it’s unbearable. You need him to come closer, to say something, do something for you — to you, which is why the words slip out even without your permission.

“Touch me,” you beg.

He raises an eyebrow. “Touch you where?” He sneers.

“My…” you groan and throw your head back with a whine, more desperate by the second. “My pussy.”

He shakes his head, like the notion amuses him. “I’ll kick your fucking pussy,” he laughs. “What’s a used up hole gonna do for me?”

His face is downright smug and you want to fucking backhand it. You don’t, though, because as usual your hands are cuffed behind your back, and he’s way stronger than you anyway. So you just glare, trying to look pissed, angry even but it doesn’t seem to work because the bastard looks at your face and cooes. Like you’re just a kid in a huff.

“What a cutie,” he says fondly. “Did that make you sad? You’re mad at daddy now?”

“I’m not used up,” you snarl before you know what you’re saying and his smug smile falls off his face, eyes darkening as he stalks towards you. You shrink away from him but he grabs you by the throat, dragging your face towards his.

“Oh yeah?” He breathes. “You’re not?”

“No,” you whine. “I’m not, daddy.”

“So you’re telling me,” he says slowly. “I could reach down there and you wouldn’t be dripping onto my carpets? I wouldn’t find a loose, desperate hole like I always do?”

You huff, defeated and he laughs, releasing his grip on you before slapping you once, twice across the face. “I thought so,” he mutters. “Let’s not disagree with me again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod dumbly, only half aware of what you’re agreeing to but that’s sort of the point, you guess. The first time he’d touched you he’d stressed the need for unquestioned obedience, and the first time he let you touch him was a reward for your compliance. This is what you love, anyway, being good for him. Even if you like to bite back from time to time.

“Do you think I should fuck you?” He asks. He’s sat in the armchair now, staring down at your kneeling form with a bored expression. “Do you?”

“I want you to,” you whisper. “But it’s your choice.”

He grins. “You’re right, puppy. I think I’m gonna fuck your ass today. ‘Til your pussy tightens up again, yeah?”

You whine softly, biting down on your lip. He beckons you with a long finger and you try to crawl towards him, forgetting your hands are cuffed until you fall to the floor. He laughs loudly, shaking his head at the pathetic sight in front of him as you lift yourself up and shuffle awkwardly towards him. He picks you up almost tenderly, settling you in his lap. His eyes catch something behind you and he snickers, turning you around to see it.

“Look at that,” he laughs and you want to curl up and die right there because in front of you, clear as day is a patch of his beige carpet entirely soaked with your wetness. Your face heats up at the sight and you whimper, turning yourself back around to bury your head in his chest.

“Awe, pet,” he says. “It’s okay. You can’t help it, can you?”

You shake your head and he runs a comforting hand down your bare back. “Yeah, it’s alright, daddy knows,” he smiles. “Let’s get some dick in you, yeah?”

You perk up, nodding enthusiastically, your embarrassment quickly forgotten and he laughs. “Yeah, daddy knows what you need.”

He stands up, still holding you in his arms as he walks over to the bed and drops you onto it. You lay pliant as he positions you so that you’re bent over the end of the bed, legs spread so both your holes are on display to him. He makes a noise of satisfaction and shoves his fingers into your mouth. You choke, surprised at the intrusion and his other hand slaps your ass hard.

“Make them wet,” he orders. “Unless you want it raw.”

You definitely do not want it raw, so you suck eagerly on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. When he’s satisfied he pulls them out and the hand that slapped you presses down on your lower back, holding you down while the other presses a finger slowly into your asshole.

You groan, squirming and thrashing against his hold but you both know you’re not trying to get up — if anything, you’re trying to get closer to him, to get his finger deeper inside you. Another slap to your ass stills you and he pushes another in, faster this time, and then another. It burns but you’re used to the feeling, you’ve come to like it, and soon you’re begging him to replace the finger with his cock.

He does, pushing himself in without warning and you scream, biting down on the sheets just to have something to do. He starts to thrust right away, impatient, and his hands hold your waist in a tight grip, using you as leverage to go deeper, faster, harder.

“Little bitch,” he spits and snakes a hand into your hair, pulling it harshly until you’re staring up at him. You whimper in pain and he laughs, hand impacting against your ass again with a grunt.

“What?” He asks. “You can’t take it?”

You cry out, but you’re so far gone by now you’re not even sure if you said yes or no. He spanks you again and again, fucking you faster and faster until you’re coming over the bed with a wail, legs jerking with your release.

You collapse onto the sheets, exhausted, but he keeps going, gripping your waist firmly while he chases his own orgasm. He comes with a grunt, whispering something you can’t comprehend before he collapses on top of you.

His hands are gentle on your skin now, stroking your flushed face as he lifts you carefully from the bed and holds you close to his heaving chest. The sound of his heavy breathing soothes you as you come down from your high. The next thing you’re fully aware of is a hot flannel on your skin, cleaning the cum off your body. You smile at him and he smiles back. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. You do.

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a/n: nothing to say for this one. Just PLS reblog, comment etc. Comments motivate me to write more. Love xx

stay • bbh

Request: Hi! Could you write a mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Angst things but happy end please.

Warnings: mafia!bbh, pregnancy, slightly controlling bbh, mentioned whipping, mentioned face punching, implied abortion

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“How long did you think you could keep this up?”

His narrowed eyes are fixed on you as you squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. You know he’s angry. He’s seething, actually, but he looks calm, lounging comfortably in his chair, slouched in the scratched leather as he absentmindedly twirls his rings around his rough, coarse fingers. His posture says he’s bored but his face is focused and serious.

You shrug, eyes anywhere but on him and he sighs. “Look at me,” he says. His voice is cold, words sharp as he scrutinises you. When you finally meet his gaze he softens slightly and you half expect (hope) him to praise you, to call you a good girl and pat your head. Maybe even pull you into his hold and tell you it’s all alright. But he doesn’t. He just nods, satisfied at least, and motions for you to speak.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. Your hands absentmindedly stroke across your slightly swollen belly and it catches his attention. You watch as his gaze falls on you and for the first time in a while you seriously consider getting up and running because he regards you with pure and utter contempt.

“I thought you were smarter,” he says. “Thought I made you smart but I guess I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Your grip on your belly tightens almost protectively because you know how volatile he is, how uncontrollable he is when he’s angry, and you know he’ll hurt you if he has to. He has before, on occasion, to protect you, he said, and you know as he glares at your shaking hands that he views the baby inside you as a threat. What’s worse is that he’s probably right — a pregnant mafia wife is a threat to everyone. It inflates the target already on your back and puts him at greater risk for it.

“Get rid of it,” he says and you shake your head instantly. You’ve seen a lot of horrible things as his wife but you will not see any harm brought to your baby. His baby.

“I’m not getting rid of it,” you snap, voice as cold as is safe around him. “It’s ours.”

His hand twitches slightly and you unconsciously edge away from him, retreating further into the safety of the chair. You know he wants to hit you. You hear it in his voice, in his pursed lips and calculating eyes. He hates back talk, despises when you don’t obey but he seems to have gathered that for you to have gone to such lengths to hide this, this is something he can’t beat you into submission on. He cannot control you here, cannot expect your usual obedience and that only makes him more angry.

“You’ll put yourself in danger,” he says. “And you’ll put that… thing in danger, too.”

“It’ll be fine,” you say. “With you to protect it. Just like you protect me.”

“No,” he says, voice raised and firm. “I won’t. I can’t.”

What comes next seems to take both of you by surprise. You don’t mean to shout. He’s taught you to fear disrespecting him, to fear putting even a toe out of line so your raised voice as you yell “For fuck’s sake, Baekhyun!” takes you both by surprise. Your words are followed by a whimper as you realise your mistake. You’ve watched people die at his hands for less, and were you anyone else you know you’d already be bleeding out onto the floor right now. And whatever protection your relationship affords you doesn’t stop him fingering the gun in his belt, eyes dark.

But he doesn’t lunge for you like you feared he would, or summon his men to set you straight as he’s done before — you still have marks set into your skin from his right hand man Loey’s frightening skill with a whip — he doesn’t do anything, actually. He just carries on talking, as if he hadn’t heard you at all.

“I won’t protect that thing in you,” he continues, “and as long as it’s there, I won’t protect you either.”

You balk. “What?”

Now you want to lunge at him but he’s already standing up— apparently this conversation is over. “It’s your choice,” he says. “I hope you’ll make the right one.”

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You don’t see him for a few days. Apparently you’re both ignoring each other, refusing to give in or even discuss a matter which in both of your minds has already been decided on. The only indication that he’s even thought about the situation, or you, at all, is his men’s grumblings to each other about how ‘Boss is extra angry lately’. And if you were skeptical about low-level complaints, the appearance of the first bruise you’ve ever seen on Loey’s face confirms it. He might work for Baekhyun, but you know from their interactions that Loey is the closest thing to an equal your husband allows himself. So when he drops by your room with a black eye and gritted teeth it sobers you. This is really bothering Baekhyun. So much so that he’s actually… upset?

“Upset is one word,” Loey grumbles. “The fucker decked me in the face.”

Over the years you’ve become almost friends with Loey — or the closest thing you can have to a friend, because your husband insists on keeping you all to himself — so you’re only slightly worried when a laugh slips out at the incredulous look on his face. He raises an eyebrow and a dirtied hand twitches, but he seems to find it sort of funny too.

“It serves you right,” you say. “For fucking whipping me.”

He smiles slightly, shrugs but his lips purse at the memory. “Boss’s orders, wasn’t it?” He mumbles. “You shouldn’t have tried to run.”

You roll your eyes when he looks away and it’s silent for a second before he speaks. “Talk to him, will you? Sort this out? He loves you but he wants to kill you right now, so he’s taking it out by killing us instead.”

“Well he can keep doing that,” you say. “Because I’m not killing our baby.”

He shrugs. “Then someone else will.”

You stare at him for a moment until you grasp the meaning of his words and jump back from him, shocked, terrified of the both of them. “Is that why you’re here?” You shriek, clutching your belly in horror and for some reason the fucker laughs.

“Of course not,” he says, “come back.”

You eye him suspiciously but relent, breathing evening out as you cautiously settle back on your bed, this time on the opposite side to him. He snorts. “Even if those were my orders, I’m not doing shit for the old man until he apologises for this.” He gestures towards his bruise, still grumbling to himself and you giggle.

“What, then?” You say. “What should I do?”

He sighs, shakes his head. “I don’t know. I told him his life wasn’t for you.”

He doesn’t let you respond before he’s left the room, door slamming shut. You slump against your pillows, one finger tracing patterns across your belly. You grab your hand, stopping yourself as you turn over on your side. You feel tears forming but your body won’t let them shed. You know what you need to do.

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He doesn’t even greet you before he launches into questioning, voice emotionless as he asks if you’ve gotten rid of it.

You nod almost dumbly, still in shock. You don’t want to think about this. The whole time you’ve loved this man you’ve fought not to be seen as a silly little trophy wife, but now that stereotype is all that holds you together. You’ve resigned to act as though you have no idea what happened, what you did, in the hopes that your conscience might follow the same tune and forget.

He smiles, the first you’ve seen since he learned of your condition. He pulls you down into his lap, gently pushing your head into the crook of his neck as he strokes up and down your back. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good, good girl. So brave.”

You want desperately to let go, to let yourself cry and scream and feel something, but you know you can’t. You’ve made your decision — you chose him. He’s pleased. He’s loving. His words are all that matter.

Almost two years to the day, you find yourself staring at another positive pregnancy test, but this time he’s right beside you, kissing the tears of joy where they fall down your cheek. This time, it’s his hand that lies on your belly, that cradles the child within. Protecting it, loving it. Loving you. You made the right choice.

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A/n: first request posted! Thx anon, hope this is what u wanted!!! Pls comment and reblog! It rly motivates me to write more. Love xx

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Nope! As long as it’s exo u can request whatever u want, I only ask you’re patient enough to give me a few weeks to finish it off

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

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Hello hello, my tumblr people!

I'm here to first of all day thank-you for all the likes at the "Desaparecer" fic I wrote for the requests! Just like I already said, it's been a while since I wrote smut, and one that I liked for real, so I'm just really happy!

Second of all, I also want to say that I'm closing the requests for some reasons:

1) i have a project in too many parts, that I plan to finish and post at least the first, so I can actually keep the rest and others...and the second reason I can't actually talk until tomorrow, because it's something personal, but I'm coming to tell you guys!

That's it, hope you have/had an amazing day! ❣️

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Seguinte, tô aqui pra primeiro agradecer os likes na história do Bang Chan "Desaparecer" que fiz para o pedido de um(a) anon (por enquanto apenas em inglês), pq faz um tempinho que eu não escrevo um smut, e pelo menos um q eu realmente goste, então tô muito feliz!

E segunda, pra dizer q estou fechando os pedidos, por alguns motivos: (1) tem um projeto que eu comecei a escrever, e que tem muitas partes, mas que eu queria terminar pelo menos essa primeira pra poder postar e tals... Eeeeeee o segundo motivo na verdade eu não posso falar muito (é pessoal), pelo menos até amanhã eu acho. Então assim q eu tiver notícias venho falar aqui!

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