at this point, you wear Chanyeols clothes more than you wear your own. they always smell amazing, feel like you’re wearing a cloud, and absolutely drowned you in that precious fabric. this stood ten times stronger whenever he had to go away. you always kept a hoodie and a spare bottle of his cologne… and whenever he came home you always wore it and nothing else. as soon as you heard his shoes come off you sprung up in bed like some sort of zoo meerkat, crawled out from under the duvet, and knelt on the edge of your bed to wait. it was a ritual.
a quick shuffle of feet was all the warning you got before the bedroom door swung open not even 5 seconds later and you were wrapped in your lovers arms, squeezed tightly into his chest. it hadn’t been too long this time- a short promotional period abroad- but that didn’t stop you missing Chanyeol all the same. his smell, his hugs, and- especially right now- just how well he stretched you out. quickly, you fell onto the bed together, staring deeply into each others eyes, “I missed you, baby. I missed you so much, missed feeling you.” he whispered in his tired, raspy voice, brushing his hands up the hem of his jumper to run his hands up your jumper.
he barely even thought, you don’t think you even noticed he pulled it out, before he pushed his dick all the way into you. you cried out in surprise at the harsh, rough stretch to accommodate. in a haphazard rush, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you- lifting you up so you were half sat on top of his dick. it forced him even deeper inside of you- to the extent that you could feel your stomach being pressured by how far he was. the inhuman amount of pressure made you almost scream in raw pleasure, “god Chanyeol, oh my god- please!” at your babbling he began to deeply grind into you, pushing as far into you as physically possible, ripping high-pitched whimpers out of you. he desperately scrambled to grab the back of his jumper- using it to pull you impossibly closer to him. you were swimming in him: the warmth that you had missed so dearly, the smell that you had tried so hard to replace, the feeling of being near you that you could never find anywhere else.
you couldn’t help but stare at Chanyeol in these moments. the cute crinkly in his brow he gets when he loses himself, the- frankly- sexy way he bites his lip, the way he can’t help but grab onto you so tight. you lose yourself in his touch, the stimulation all over your skin, his grunts and groans, until you find that you can’t go on anymore. you find yourself mindlessly whimpering “chanyeol.. chanyeol..” until he clicks, bouncing you up and down on his ridiculous length until you climax together- leaving a tiny stain on the hem of his hoodie.
though it wouldn’t be long until you two would go again.
chanyeolknows you’re spent, fucked out andwaytoo sensitive to go again. but that doesnt make him any less likely to stop. in fact, he revels in this weak state of you, loves the way you look when you’re flushed and breathless against him. it would be a shame for him if he didnt take you again tonight.
your mind is hazy as you half-heartedly beg him to please stop because you dont think you can handle anymore. but he doesnt listen, his big, calloused fingers continuing to rub concentric circles over your clit, round and round until you feel the familiar bubble in your abdomen building up once again. his head is buried deep within your neck during your build up and the way his lips pucker against your skin as he whispers soothingly about how you’re doing so well only works to amplify the shaking of your legs.
its not long until he has you moaning again, the orgasmraging over your body in waves. your quiet moans fill the room and chanyeol watches in awe at the way your body arches up, ribbons of fluid streaming down your thighs. by now, you’re a shaking mess, sweaty body clinging to his very own. chanyeol’s plump lips ghost over your damp collarbone, lining sweet kisses against your skin. you watch with half lidded eyes, too tired by how many times he had made a mess of you tonight to focus appropriately.
“im so proud of you, baby,” he murmurs, hot breath tickling the outline of your breasts, “you did so well for me.” your only response is a whimper, one which makes chanyeol’s eyes glint with pride, satisfied at the fact that he had fucked with you good enough to make you fragile like this.
- overstimulation with chanyeol requested by anon + @baeksoochankai
Its pure perfection in its wrongness. You can feel the inherent naughtiness of the act like a delicacy to savour in your mouth, a game to play, something so exciting that you’re almost scared. You shouldn’t be here, and by all accounts, neither should he. This is bad, wrong even, but god, you don’t want to stop.
He’s got you half naked on his lap in the back seat. Stripped to your band shirt, underwear lost to the car’s depths long ago. He’s of course still fully dressed, with only his thick fur shrugged off his shoulders, candy pink hair pushed off his face, a smile so sexy you want to choke on it, and of course, his leather trousers.
You moan out loud from the friction as he drags you across his thigh harshly, his hands painful on your hips as he pulls at you. Your body collects into his lap and you straighten your back to kiss him, feeling his hands cup your ass cheeks and squeeze downtight as you do so.
You’re like nothing in his arms, and the knowledge that he could just lift you up bodily intensifies your feeling of subservience to him. But more than that, its knowing that you want to be his plaything thats really turning you on; knowing that, more than anything, you just want him to play with you.
“Ooh, baby’s all wet” he says, pushing your body away so he can watch himself stroking you, sitting you back on his lap, spreading your legs to properly investigate you. “You’re so hot for this, aren’t you?”
Your face is warm but you’re too turned on to care about being shy anymore. Instead, you cling to his arms, letting him fuss you, your hungry moans turning into pretty whimpers as he inserts a finger inside you, slowly stroking your pussy, teasing you with only inches.
“Baby wants more?” he coos at you, removing his fingers from your pussy to softly trace the outline of your lips, before laughing as you quickly suck them into your mouth. You instinctively moan at the taste of yourself on him, letting your mind drift momentarily to how this must look to someone else - you, half naked on Chanyeol’s lap in the back seat of his car, parked god knows where, his fingers dripping with you, feeding that sweet taste into your whining, greedy mouth…
“…I think I can give you more,” he says, removing his fingers and kissing you messily. He lifts off your shirt and undoes his belt, a dangerous smile cracking up one side of his face as he pulls out his cock for you, “Think you can take it?”
✗warnings — graphic description of sex, public teasing (lowkey), panty kink/smelling (is this even a kink? maybe it’s just My kink but im sure chanyeol would share it tbh), sex in a parking garage, fear of getting caught, switch!yeol, slight choking, gagging, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (always be safe pals), lotsof talk ab body fluids
[requested] — If tumblr ate it, I was suggesting a reaction from Yeol from you discreetly stuffing your panties(that you just slipped out of) into his pocket during a break at the group’s dance practice, right before they get back to work lol everyone’s reactions would be fun if you’re in a mood for them all but Yeol is our baby so I’m most curious about him @kimkaijong-in
[A/N] — this was supposed to be like under 1k words but clearlya bitch got carried away. im so sorry sdlfkkjdfk but i love this a lot, i think it came out rly great and im so proud i was able to keep coming back to this so easily :’)
Standing in the bathroom stall, cheeks flushed with heat, you couldn’t stop yourself from dipping a hand down the front of your panties. Watching your boyfriend rehearse always got you all hot and bothered - his big body was a sight, long limbs toned and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He’d been so focused he hadn’t paid you much attention since you showed up early to pick him up. Naturally, practice was running late, but that was fine by you. You were enjoying the show. Clearly. Perhaps a bit too much.
The slick between your thighs was surprising when you pressed your fingers between your lower lips. You knew you were turned on but, god, was this just how worked up Chanyeol could get you? Entirely unbeknownst to him, too. It was impressive. You didn’t tease yourself too much, just enough that you could gather some of the flood from your heat and press your sticky fingers into your mouth. You smirk to yourself as you suck the taste of your arousal from your fingers, stepping out of your underwear and discreetly tucking them into the pocket of your hoodie.
If you timed it right, the guys would be taking a water break whenever you came back from the bathroom. Sure enough, the last few seconds of the song could be heard through the door as you reentered, and when it shut off and started to repeat again, you spotted Chanyeol in position, double over from exhaustion, hands on his knees to catch his breath.
“Let’s take five,” Junmyeon calls, breathing heavy as he thumps Sehun briefly on the back. “Just a bit more and I think we’re done for the day.”
As the group started to disperse, members flopping heavily onto chairs or sprawling out across the floor or rushing over to get water, Chanyeol headed in your direction, one large, sweaty hand coming down on your shoulder as if he needed you to keep him upright.
“You ok?” You ask, smoothing a hand up his chest, his shirt damp with sweat.
“Grab me a water, will you, babe?”
“Sure.” He slumps down against the wall and you cross over the mini fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle of water and handing it back to him before you sit down against in the floor next to him. He drinks deeply, chugging the entire bottle in record time, chucking the empty container to the side carelessly, taking in a lung full of air before he glances over at you with a tired sort of smile.
“You wanna grab dinner somewhere later?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You smile up at him innocently, tucking an arm into the crook of his elbow, your free hand rummaging discreetly in the pocket of your hoodie. You press your damp panties into the pocket of his shorts, snuggling up against his side so he doesn’t realize what you’re doing.
You know you’re successful when he tilts his head down to make eye contact with you, leaning in for a kiss. He’s only after a brief meeting of lips, but you tuck your free hand around to cup the back of his neck, keeping him close enough that you can dip your tongue into his mouth, giving him a taste of what you had in store for him.
Chanyeol pulls back after you swipe your tongue along his lips, leaving the taste of something familiar on the tip of his tongue. Something veryfamiliar. He smacks his lips, tasting the remnants of your arousal that had lingered on your taste buds, brow furrowed ever so slightly as he gauges your impish expression.
His mind is reeling. For half a second he humors the idea that you had some elicit affair in the bathrooms, and blood rushes to his face but he knows that’s not the case. The way you arch a brow expectantly at him, biting playfully at your lip tells him this is something very deliberate on your part, something intended to torture him.
Maybe Chanyeol can be a little over dramatic at times but the very idea that you would slip away just to finger yourself and come back with the taste of your delicious cunt lingering on your lips just to tease him felt like torture instantly.
His face crumples into a silent plea, lips full and pouting, his eyes wide and imploring. “Jagiya?”
“Yes, Yeol?”
He glances around you, making sure nobody is within earshot, and he leans in, forehead bumping into your own, eyes squeezing shut, “Don’t do this to me..”
“I shouldn’t kiss you?” You giggle.
“Not with that dirty little mouth of yours.” He hisses, “Not now.”
You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……
You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……
You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……
You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic under your skirt as he pulled your panties down your legs.
When the lacy fabric hit your knees, you slipped your fingers over his and whispered, “Here, let me.” You twisted from one knee to another, with a hand gripping Chanyeol’s shoulder for balance. A flick of your wrist, and the scrap of lace landed somewhere near his feet.
He watched the whole show, and his grin glowed in the sliver of light that streaked in from outside. “You’re twisty. I feel like I just watched a magic trick!” His laugh hit you low in your body, matched by the slide of his fingers over your now-bare folds.
“Yoga,” you replied before pressing a quick, smacking kiss against his lips. Your fingers strayed down to his belt, his waistband, and the glorious hardness underneath. “And for my next trick…”
The rest happened in a rush of sensation. One second you were achingly empty; the next, Chanyeol filled you with his cock. You moaned as you sank down onto him, and your shaking fingers dug into his shirt for balance.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” Again, his voice felt like another caress, and in response, your muscles pulsed around him almost without thought.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol gasped and bucked his hips underneath you. “I’ll take that as a yes."
"Just keep talking, Yeol. Keep talking to me while you fuck me.” It was all you could manage as you worked your hips over him.
And he did. He kept up a steady, low chorus of, Yes, baby, or, Oh, yeah, that’s good, or many other gasped phrases that kept you moving against him.
Soon, though, you noticed another sound catching your attention. This didn’t match the rhythm of bodies moving together, panting breaths, or low exclamations and encouragement. What was it? If you paid a bit closer attention, maybe you could figure it ou–
Your eyes snapped open to an annoying radio jingle and pale sunlight streaming into your bedroom window. Instant realization had you sitting up in bed. A dream? That whole thing had been a dream?! (Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?)
You didn’t know what to make of this. (Baby.) “What the fuck, brain,” you sighed and rolled to turn off your alarm. The music had been disruptive, but you knew that it wasn’t going to erase Chanyeol’s voice from your mind. It really had sounded like he’d been whispering dirty things in your ear.
This was going to stay with you for a while. (Mmm, baby…) For now, though, you had to get your ass out of bed and take the longest and possibly coldest shower of your life before getting ready for class.
Author’s Note: hello friends! welcome back to chanvember! enjoy this little offering <3 Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Summary: As an escort, you’re used to men telling you they love you. But with Chanyeol, it feels different. With Chanyeol, it almost feels real. Genre: angst; smut Rating:NC-17 Warning: explicit language; explicit sexual scenarios; some dirty talk Word Count: 3,016
The eighth time you fuck him, Chanyeol is certain he’s in love with you. You’re exactly the way he likes his women: bent, broken, looking for a God. Expensive, but he’s used to the high price of validation and you sell self-worth in skin tight silk. This is nothing more than a thrill for you. This should be nothing more than casual sex and self-acceptance for him.
Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it.
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader
Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)
Word count: 2025 words
Warning: This smut is part of a series. The build-up for this smut you can find in part 2 of Renegade. You can read it skipping the story, but then you might be missing out on some context.
Want to read the entire series? Start your adventure here:Prologue The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.
Part 2b
- I changed POV only for this part, since I thought it to be more enjoyable like this.-
“I want this”. You held on to him and his T-shirt for dear life, trying to support yourself as you stood on your tippy-toes trembling from excitement, when Chanyeol suddenly caressed his hands from your back over your butt cheeks to your thighs, squatting lightly so his warm hands could caress under your dress to lift you effortlessly and locked you onto his waist with his muscular biceps.
You mantled his neck with your arms as you felt his lips brush onto yours. It made you anticipate more of him, figuring that now he had obtained your approval, he was going to take his time to enjoy every inch of you.
“Call me by my name”, he whispered into your ear and you gladly fulfilled his wish.
“Chanyeol”, you said softly, earning you feather-light kisses in your neck. You could sense his smile on his kisses, happy that for the first time, you called him by his first name. You gently caressed your fingers behind his ear, as if to stroke a strand behind them and then moved your fingertips to massage softly the back of his neck, barely touching him. The relaxing feeling you were giving him, caused him to stop what he was doing and just admire you.
“How did I earn someone like you?” He asked. You had dreamed about a moment like this before, only that now you were in Chanyeol’s arms, your dreams could not compare to the reality. His scent, his softness, and the beauty that was the man that held you up so lightly. You were unable to take your eyes off of his.
He let go of one of your thighs, nevertheless you still felt securely locked around him and he used his free hand to comb through your hair. “You’re so beautiful”.
Carefully, he walked forward to bend one knee onto the bed, laying you down and allowing himself to hover over you, nesting his legs between yours. The palms of your hands that were muffled in the sleeves of his giant sweater pulled gently onto his neck, attempting to bring him closer.
“You should’ve never loaned my clothes like that”, he smirked. You were well aware that one purple sweater was the cause of him not being able to let go of you. “This has got to go”, he pulled onto the hem of the sweater and you complied easily, pushing yourself closer to Chanyeol off the matrass so he could lift it over your head and throw it onto the ground next to the bed.
“I was getting cold”, you defended yourself playfully, challenging him to warm you up. You dug your hands under his T-shirt, touching his warm back. Chanyeol let out a small groan from how your cold hands felt on his warm back. You let out a chuckle from his reaction, smoothing your hands up and down his back.
“Warmed up?”, Chanyeol smiled as he felt the coldness from your hands gradually disappear.
“Very”, you puckered your lips, lingering for his and he took notice of it instantly, clasping his with yours. You couldn’t get enough of him, of his kisses, of his warmth. With your fingertips, you began fiddling onto his shirt, trying to pull it off of him but you couldn’t get his shirt that far without his help. “Help me”, you pouted.
Chanyeol stole one last kiss before he pulled away, seating him on his ankles between your legs. You followed him with your eyes as he plucked the fabric of his shoulders persuasively, revealing his statuesque trained abs and chest. You eyed him lasciviously, seating up to touch him and admire his body. Running your hands over his chest first, you perceived his pecs slightly rounded and contouring perfectly with your shallow palms. You lead your fingers down to the somewhat bumpy region of his abs, running them down haltingly, stopping at each groove to treasure the feeling and view of his immaculate body.
“Like what you’re seeing?” He asked and your breath hitched. You shyly looked down, but with your eyes you kept stealing glances of his torso. He lifted your chin with his fingers, compelling you to look him in the eyes. “I’m glad you like it”, he said and leaned in to kiss you passionately, one of his hands cupping your cheek. He then trailed his hand down your neck to the back, untying the laces that held your dress at your neck and pulling them softly.
Your cherry-painted dress had found its way to the floor quickly just like the rest of Chanyeol’s clothing, his boxers excluded. He latched his lips on your neck, leaving unrushed pecks and nips all over your skin as he slowly trailed down to your strapless bra which was a heavenly combination of antique gold Leavers lace onto a blush pink silk satin.
Chanyeol had his hands roaming over your body, from your back to your navel, travelling upwards around your sides, ducking under your arms to reach your shoulder blades. He then moved down, trying to undo your bra. After a few attempts, he figured it wasn’t going to be that easy and you let out a chuckle, seeing him struggle.
“Sorry”, he let out a whisper, apologizing for his lack of experience and he leaned his head over your shoulder so he could see what he was doing. You took hold of the opportunity from one of his lovable earlobes being so close to you, that you softly took his lobule in between your teeth, nipping at it mildly as he managed to unclasp your bra.
“You’re doing more than fine”, you encouraged him successfully and he threw your bra out of bed. You wanted to keep smothering him with kisses but one could only win that fight as Chanyeol nuzzled his kisses in between your breasts, gently pushing you down onto the matrass.
When you felt his large hand kneading one of your breast, you caught hold onto his shadowy strands, moans escaping your mouth periodically in sync with his actions. His free hand then held on dearly to your free one, your pinches guiding him.
You let go of him and his strands completely, allowing him to ghost down your body in kisses until he reached your thighs. He left measured pecks against your inner-thighs whilst his hands aimed for those cute blush rose ribbons at the sides of your panties, unwrapping them simultaneously by pulling the silks outward.
With his fingertips, he softly pulled the fabric of your panties towards him, revealing the heart of your femininity. He groaned audibly once he turned his head from where he was kissing your inner-thighs towards your essence, licking his lips eagerly. The moment his lips touched your clit, you gasped for air loudly, followed by a moan as you felt him nipping the sensitive junction of your thighs with his lips.
“Fuck you taste so good”, he groaned and continued on, stealing small licks in between his kisses in all spots.
“Don’t stop!”, you screamed and he obliged, repeating the action several times for you to reach that apex and let out loud moans. As if he didn’t think you were enjoying him enough, he inserted two of his fingers into your core, thrusting at a steady pace.
“Fuck, Chanyeol!” You screamed blaringly and he smiled approvingly on how he had gotten you so far as to curse on him.
“You want to cum, baby?” He asked and you groaned loudly, begging for him to do so.
“Yes! Please!” you pleaded, and with a few more thrusts and licks he got you over the edge.
“FUCK!” You screamed and your hands clenched onto the sheets. “Chanyeol”. You cried out his name as you reached your climax and you could not even feel the strength you were fisting onto the sheets. Chanyeol made use of the extreme sensitivity to turn you into a moaning and cursing mess, kissing and thrusting out your high fiercely.
“Ready for the real deal?” he smirked when you began to come down from your high. He got up from the bed to watch you catch your breath in between the after-shocks of your orgasm and got rid of his boxers, stomping them out. Your mind still drifted off to how amazing your orgasm was, that you didn’t even catch him undressing himself.
Chanyeol crawled onto the bed again, floating over you and you soon felt his groin hovering over your entrance.
“You’ve been a really good girl”, he said and kissed you passionately, your arms throwing themselves around his warm bare back so he couldn’t escape. As Chanyeol began straddling his manhood onto you in between the heated kisses, you pulled your knees towards you, using your feet that slid up his legs, to give him better access.
“Someone’s eager”, he lead your arms above your head and pinned you onto the bed by your wrists. “Stay there”, he whispered into your ear and let go of one wrist to line himself up. You could feel the tip of his bulge push against you, in search for your hole. You could not believe how you still wanted him in you so badly after having had an orgasm like that. He was driving you mad.
You took in a deep breath as he entered you slowly. He let out a soft groan as he thrusted into you. He thrusted slowly a few times so you could adapt to the feeling of him filling you up completely.
When he felt he had found a steady rhythm, his hand met your wrist again and he caressed both his palms to yours, intertwining with your fingers. He began planting sloppy and breathy kisses onto your neck as he thrusted into you, taking pleasure in your soft moans that he could hear clearly, now that he was so close to you.
He gradually picked up the pace, the sound of skin hitting skin becoming more apparent and your moans becoming more audible. You tried to kiss Chanyeol but you couldn’t give him more than a peck because of your unsteady breathing.
“Fuck”, Chanyeol cursed and he was hitting all the right spots that he had discovered through your moans. “Oh my god. (y/n). You have no idea how good you feel”.
He was using a lot of force, pumping into you at a steady pace and he could feel the contracting of your walls becoming sharper, squeezing him towards his own rapture. It didn’t take him another three thrusts before you were the first to cry out, encouraging him to ride you out for his own orgasm.
Your entire body was shaking and you were tossing your head on the cushion, moaning loudly. You didn’t even get the time to recover from one of his thrusts before he thrusted into you again, your second climax making you even more sensitive than the first one.
“Fuck baby”, Chanyeol cursed once again and your walls had rigged him so hard, he was able to find his own release. “God, (y/n)”, he groaned and kept thrusting out his own orgasm, arching his own back.
When you both had come down from your high, he allowed himself to drop to the matrass next to you. You were about to tell him how amazing he was when you were both dumbfounded by the sounds of the festival’s fireworks. Simultaneously, you both turned your heads to face the window and witnessed the lightning art colour the sky.
“Impeccable timing”, you said and Chanyeol swore he heard Baekhyun yell his congrats. In shock, Chanyeol’s eyes searched for the alarm clock on his nightstand and read the fireworks were seven minutes late. He was about to loudly curse Baekhyun for listening in with his wolf-abilities on his first time when you sweetly puckered your lips onto his cheek, holding him down from the anger you weren’t even aware of.
“You were amazing”, you pulled him into your arms and kissed him lovingly. You had fallen for him, hard. From the first lecture till now, you were certain you couldn’t steer clear from him anymore.
Author’s note: I tried lol. Give me advise on this though, I am not good at writing smut, I am way too descriptive sometimes and this actually caused the original piece to turn into porn rather than smut. The original piece was 3500 words so I ain’t posting that.
