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jongbross · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what did you order?", you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"that's the spirit!"

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

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

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

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

"oh, you and chanyeol worked together?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"jonginnie!", you almost screamed.

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

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

"know what?"

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

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

"chanyeol doesn't like me."

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

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

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

"i owe you a lifetime of apologies."

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

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

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

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

"i thought you hated me..."

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

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

"i miss her."

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

"next weekend i hav- wait, kyungsoo?"

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

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

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

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

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

honestly, you've missed your best friend.

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

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

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

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

"what do i have to do?"

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

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

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

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

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

"you said he was welcome here!"

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

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

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

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

"are you jealous, park chanyeol?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"keep talking..."

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

"what theory?"

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

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

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

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

"hey!"

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

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

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

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

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Can I request 131 with exo chanyeol??? 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️ 💕 need to fill my spoopy heart 🖤😌

Demon!Chanyeol + Spooky -Hope this fills your spoopy heart 🖤-

TW: set in a mental hospital

(Go ahead and pray. See what good it does.)

"Here's your pills."

You glare at the nurse as she holds the clear cup out to you. The colorful pills inside slide along the bottom when she shakes them. Reluctantly, you grab the cup and throw the drugs into your mouth while she waits patiently for you to swallow. She hands you a small cup of water and you take a big, greedy gulp before showing her your empty mouth.

"I'm not crazy."

"I know, dear."

She takes the cups from you and turns away. You silently curse at her back because of her placating tone. She thinks you're crazy. They all do, which just really pisses you off. They think they're helping by telling you what you want to hear. In reality, they're making you feel more alone and causing you to question yourself.

You know what you experienced was real. Nothing you told them had been made up, and you certainly haven't had a mental breakdown.

Something evil is messing with you.

It all started a few weeks ago. The footsteps and banging that suddenly filled your apartment quickly turned sinister. Scratches and bruises would show up on your body for no reason, something had physically pushed you from behind when you were walking down the hallway and then came the hallucinations. You'd see a fire break out in your room only for it to be gone moments later.

When you went to the local church for help, they turned you away because you weren't a member of their congregation. You tried another close by church and it was a similar story - you weren't in their denomination so their hands were tied. It was bullshit.

You contacted your local paranormal group, but the earliest they could get to you was still a week away. You thought you could make it, but one particularly bad night had you running out of your apartment screaming. The neighbors called the cops and you were sent for a psych evaluation, which was also bullshit. It's 2022. A shit ton of people believe in ghosts, but they draw the line at demons?

You turn back into your sterile, white room, feeling angry all over again. When the door shuts behind you, you assume it's the nurse, but then that rotten sulfuric smell floods your nostrils. Your heart pounds rapidly as you turn around toward the stench and find a man blocking your exit.

His almond eyes and round cheeks give off an innocent appearance, but you can physically feel the darkness rolling off of him in waves. He already towers over you height-wise, but the evil presence that he's projecting makes him feel even bigger, more powerful.

Immediately, you yell for the nurses, doctors, anybody that can freaking hear you, and the man laughs. It's a deep sound, and it sends chills up and down your spine.

"Nobody can hear you." His eyes turn fully black as he says, "Nobody is going to come and save you. You're mine to play with how I want."

Prayers fall from your lips. If he's truly a demon like you think, then only good can save you, so you try to put as much power behind your words as you can.

The demon only laughs, amused by your attempt. "Go ahead and pray. See what good it does."

As he approaches you, you back up into a corner and hope someone hears your prayers, but you fear they never will.

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dilxcc · 2 months

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Heyyyyy!! I was wondering if you could do a little something with Chanyeol were he and reader are working on a song together and everything is being recorded and they become really close and when the video is posted the fans love their chemistry and they beg them to make more music together and in one of the videos they forget that they’re being recorded and they kiss or something 😅(it’s cool if you don’t want to take this request)

a bit too close ᡣ𐭩 park chanyeol

fluff, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, love confession, mutual pining, a little bit of kissing🧍, reader is so in love with him, grammatical error

chanyeol x f!reader

a/n idk if this is good but i hope you like it 😭

"i think it would sound better if you..." his words fell on deaf ears as you admired him. it was clear to everyone how head over heels you are for him. the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the way his dimples showed at the slightest smile, the way he would cover his mouth slightly when he was complimented.

"y/n? did you hear what i was saying?" chanyeol waved his hand in front of you, causing you to snap out of your stupor. "sorry?" you blinked, eyes slightly widened. "as i was saying, i think it would sound better if you soften your voice a little at this part," he repeated, chuckling softly at your antics.

you leaned closer to him and looked at the printed lyrics that were full of his scribbled notes. "which part?" you inquired, your eyes scanning through your part. his finger pointed out to the closing part. you flinched slightly when you felt his touch on your face. "your hair was in the way," he admitted, acting as if tucking your hair behind your ears was the most natural thing to do.

your cheeks burned slightly and you stepped a few steps back. "right," you stuttered slightly, now fixing your hair nervously. "oh, should we take a break? it's almost lunchtime," chanyeol muttered, looking at his phone's lock screen. you could only nod in reply, not trusting your voice to answer him. "what do you want? i'll order it for us," he scrolled through a food app.

soon enough, the two of you finished your recordings and it was finally time to leave the studio.

eris4life: did you guys see the way she was looking at him??? 👀

channielove: no wayyy did you not see the WAY chanyeol was looking at her??? eris4life: omg i just noticed! are we smelling something hereeee

kyungkyungsoo: omg they should totally collab more! they sound so good together!!!

baeksblub: guys... i think we're getting an announcement soon

you scrolled through the video's comment section, face flushing slightly because of how obviously you were staring at chanyeol. they even gave the exact time stamp! but the thought of chanyeol doing the same made your heart flutter. was he staring at you too? you hadn't noticed.

chanyeol on the other hand was smiling to himself while remembering the time you two were recording the song. his grip on the pillow grew tighter every time he remembered your smile. "hyung, he's at it again," sehun whispered in junmyeon's ear. "who's at what again?" junmyeon tilted his head slightly. kyungsoo pointed his finger toward chanyeol who was smiling ear to ear like a high school girl in love.

chanyeol was not the type to back down from a challenge. he considers talking to you more – getting to know you a challenge as not many people would have the courage to talk to the one they are interested in.

his finger hovers over your username, contemplating whether he should follow you or not. maybe this was a bad idea – that this was a very stupid idea. but hell, he loves stupid.

real__pcy

hey 🫣

were your eyes deceiving you or did you accept a new message from chanyeol?

y/n

hey 🫢

real__pcy

do you want to get coffee sometime? no pressure you can say no

the two of you somehow just clicked. chanyeol made you laugh so much. you made him laugh so much.

not even a year after your collaboration, the two of you were already planning a new song together. except this time, both of you were jumpy.

an accidental touch to the hand caused both of you to flinch and jump in the opposite direction. the sudden close distance made both of you stutter your words and look in the other direction. and the simplest eye contact almost caused you to ruin the whole song while recording.

you remind yourself to be mindful of your actions as the two of you are being recorded. but it was so hard sometimes when his closeness lingered a few seconds long. he probably hates you right? you were being awkward and unprofessional while recording.

"you two should take a break," the director instructed, getting up from his chair and walking out of the studio. you let out a sigh and sat down on the chair inside the recording room. and he followed suit. he carefully sat down beside you, hoping you wouldn't be uncomfortable. "so..." he started, his voice sounding awkward.

"i think you did great, by the way," he complimented, smiling shyly at you. "i think you did great, too," you returned the compliment. after a while, the silence returned. though this time, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was a few minutes ago.

a few days later, the two of you returned to the studio for the final recording. due to both of you being incompetent, the recording time was longer than expected. your interaction a few days ago made both of you less skittish. except for the occasional awkward laughter.

at one point, you hadn't even realized that the two of you had gotten so close while inspecting the lyrics. "this part–" his words died down in his throat when his arm brushed yours. "sorry," he muttered but made no effort to move away. your eyes didn't peel away from his and instead, the two of you were leaning into each other's face.

with chanyeol being tall, he had to bend down a little. you closed your eyes, half-expecting for him to kiss you. while the other half; well...

his lips met yours in a slow yet sensual kiss. it wasn't rushed. and for some reason, it just felt so right. the world around you vanished and you could only feel the two of you standing there; in the room right now.

when you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and slowly regained his breath. "is it too late to admit that i like you?" he smiled, his cute dimples showing. you shook your head and smiled. "i like you, too,"

the video went viral just a few hours after being published.

chanslover: chanyeol please just one chance 😭😭

jonginreal: YESSSS THEYRE TOGETHER

junmyeonsfakecotton: my ship is sailing. i can finally die in peace.

baekshands: OMG OMG OMG TELL ME IM NOT DREAMING

kyungsoochest: you are not.

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aqupistau · 10 months

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : unexpected help﹙pcy﹚

warnings: profanity

genre & trope: fluff and strangers!AU

pairing: park chanyeol x f!reader

word count: 0.78k

synopsis. chanyeol races against time as he attempts to tie his necktie for the millionth time for a job interview that would start in a few minutes. he’s trying his best not to break down in the middle of the busy street, then comes you, a stranger, offering a hand to tie his neck tie.

Twenty-three minutes left.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Chanyeol mutters to himself as he repeatedly knots his necktie and cursing with another failing attempt.

Everything was going well last night, you know. He practiced possible questions for the interview, ironed the newly bought suit, drank tea that was good for his throat, lighted up his favorite incense, and conditioned himself well for a good night's sleep—which was too good to the point that he slept through his alarm.

It was his fault, really. He acknowledges that he treated himself so well yesterday that it's not going well today.

"I don't think I'm going to make this. Please let this knot be right." Chanyeol pleaded to himself. The growing tension worsens with the endless repeats of please, his voice cracking as he almost broke into tears.

"Uhm, excuse me?" someone taps on his right shoulder, interrupting him from his internal struggle of making his tie right and the anxious reminder of the interview starting in a few minutes. Chanyeol turns toward the stranger, eyes glossed from the unshed tears.

"May I help you?" Chanyeol managed to ask. A question more likely directed at himself.

"If it's okay, I can tie your necktie for you. Are you here for the interview at the company down the street?"

Chanyeol nodded, like a lost child being asked if they were lost, not even being able to say thank you for this kind gesture, focusing entirely on not breaking down in the middle of the street. "Yes."

"That's a very good company you chose," You praised to help him lighten up, but Chanyeol answers with a rather defeated thank you, still stuck in a slump.

"Could you please lower yourself a little? You're quite tall." he obliges, lowering his legs to adjust to your height, and you go about to his tie, relying on your muscle memory to the ups and downs steps of tying a perfect necktie.

"Is this your first job interview?" You try to strike up a conversation, and he nods in an almost robotic way, the topic about the possibilities of his job interview failing clouding his mind. It didn't even matter if there was a stranger offering to tie his tie. May this stranger be a pickpocket or whatnot, just please tie the necktie perfectly.

On the first try, you fail, and you can feel how Chanyeol's heart drops from his eyes with the unsuccessful attempt, whispering an oh no. Then you try for the second time, and this time, you finally succeed.

"Oh my god—Thank goodness," Chanyeol gasps in relief, almost dramatically dropping to his knees, and you catch him on time, worried about how his next problem would be the dirty stain on his slacks if he kneels on the concrete.

"Thank you very much. You've saved my life."

"Literally—oh my god, thank you, really," he pulls you into a hug, sobbing and being grateful for his unexpected savior. You pat his back awkwardly, trying to comfort a pitiful man you just met who was failing to tie his necktie in public, uncertain how to receive such effusive praise.

"No problem?" you responded.

"It's already 8:19! I must go now," he declared, breaking the hug and bowing a ninety-degree bow, and you're startled by the overwhelming gratitude.

"Please, there's no need for formalities," You muttered.

Chanyeol looks up at you and breaks out into a smile, revealing the hidden dimples on his cheeks, and you're caught off guard, shocked by the unexpected smile that was concealed all along. Who knew he could smile like that?

With the remaining time left, Chanyeol dashes to the opposite street from yours before you can process the image of his dimples, smiling directly at you.

As his broad back and towering figure gets smaller from your vision, he stops, looking back at you, and waves his hand enthusiastically, mouthing the words "thank you." You smile back at him with a wave and go about your day as you walk to your street.

You look back at him once, relishing the good feeling of helping a stranger to upstart your day—in resolute to walking to your office with your head held high because you can help people tie their neckties for company interviews in the future.

"What a crazy superhero I would make," you chuckled and hummed your way back to your office building, the lingering thought of the stranger you helped smiling so radiantly, his prominent dimples that seemed to greet you a good morning. The sky never looked so blue today, and were the leaves of each branch of trees so pleasant to look at ever since?

Without you knowing, Chanyeol steals one—then two more glances at your departing figure, remembering how the most basic etiquette, which was asking for your name, was forgotten. For Chanyeol, it's comical how this morning feels so much like a drama. A stranger stuck in his petty little problem in the middle of the street then comes someone who does it so easily—I mean, doing it with just two attempts.

Despite not knowing your name, he marks you in his mind with the lingering scent of your perfume, still clinging to the right side of his neck from the hug earlier.

He wonders, "Does she work nearby here? She probably does." and he's now resolved to accomplish this interview, determined with the prospect of asking your name this time, hopefully meeting you in this same street again.

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aqupisrecs · 11 months

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[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : CHANYEOL / PARK CHAN-YEOL

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀//coming soon...

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Status Quo > </ ✰ M ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀The Doctor Will See You Now > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sunflower > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Not Shy of a Spark > </ ✰ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀I Want You to Stay With Me > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Let Me Crash Here For A Moment > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Thigh Riding > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Perfect Lines > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Drunk Scenario > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Secret Admirer!Chanyeol > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dom!Yeol > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Neighbor!Chanyeol > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀10:18 ft. Chen > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀1:27 AM > </ ✰ ⚘ >

Updated [ 2023 - June - 9 ]

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

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an-annyeoing-writer · 1 year

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Chanyeol x Reader: status quo. [+18]

➢ Genre: smut, domestic fluff

➢ Rating: +18

➢ Warnings: content as tagged above, cigarette use

➢ Word count: 2 459

➢ Release date: 6th Jan. 2023

This relationship is peculiar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You.”

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

“Make us a breakfast and we’ll see.”

“Sure thing.”

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

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

“Toast? Pancakes?” you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about you? Any plans?”

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

“Nothing much. Grocery, I guess.”

“May I?”

“Hm?”

“Do grocery.”

“It’s just a few things.”

“Still.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yep.”

You become a bit grumpy when sleepy.

“You shouldn’t be tired. Not yet.”

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

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

“No.”

You press your lips together.

“What do you want me to do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe a little” you reply mischievously.

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

“Better now?”

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

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

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

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

“Better now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you thinking about?”

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

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

“Ah, so.”

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

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

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

“What do you expect us to do?”

“What do you want us to?”

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

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

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

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

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jxstadaydreamer · 2 years

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welcome home, sergeant

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader Genre: fluff, suggestive Word count: 988

Summary: You welcome Chanyeol home from his military service with a game.

Warnings: mentions of shooting and bullets (NERF guns and foam bullets!), strip tease

Author's Note: This is SO late but life got busy around the time Chanyeol was discharged and then I fell into a not so good headspace that I am still crawling my way out of. I am still slowly, but surely, working on something for his birthday too so hopefully that one will come out in time! Please enjoy this belated piece. Are we all excited for PCY1!? I firmly believe that will cure everything 😂

548 days. 548 days he had been gone. 548 days had finally passed and today is the day he is finally coming home.

Okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. You were lucky times had changed and enlisted soldiers could now access to their phones while serving, off duty of course. Not to mention the multiple vacation times he had earned where he could come home for a couple days here and there. But now, the difference is that he won’t have to leave again. Now he will be home for good, no more teary goodbyes and promises of “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You had planned with his family, his parents and grandparents would go to to pick him up from the discharge site and then they would meet his sister and her husband for a nice lunch. He was a little upset upon hearing that you wouldn’t be joining them but you made some suggestions about your inability to keep your hands off him while he’s in uniform and, well, he couldn’t complain about that. He’s well aware of how handsome and manly he looks in his full uniform - the camo print suit, the special warrior and sergeant rank badges, the beret, the black lace up boots - and the effect it had on you.

Stepping through the threshold of the apartment, he is completely expecting you to greet him on the spot but is instead met with complete stillness and silence, not even the pitter patter or yippity yap of the dogs speedily rounding the corner.

Taking off his boots and dropping his bag, he makes his way further into the living space where he finds an unusual sight, an array of NERF guns with a handwritten note above them.

Welcome home, Special Warrior SERGEANT Park Chanyeol of the 9th Infantry Division, White Horse Unit!

A smug smile spreads across his features reading the way you address him.

You may have proven your skills on the field but I have yet to witness them with my own eyes. Show me you’re worthy of the title you have been given and the praise you have received. Your success will be rewarded accordingly.

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON

If there was anything Chanyeol loved, it was a challenge. And with the added promise of a reward? From you? His competitive, passionate fire is set ablaze.

Picking up his gun of choice and checking it’s loaded, he straps on a belt with extra ammunition before scoping the room and figuring out where you could be hiding. He dives dramatically and tumbles across the space, appearing directly in front of your hiding spot behind the sofa. Exactly like you had anticipated, allowing you to shower him in foam bullets before making your speedy getaway. You hear his throaty chuckle as you quickly run down the hallway to your next planned location. Because of course you had to have a game plan when going up against Chanyeol. The man might come off as a playful, goofy giant but when it comes to winning, he puts his big brain energy to good use. But you know him well enough to be able to predict his movements, maybe just as much as he knows yours which makes this an interesting battle indeed.

The next half hour or so is filled with giggles, crashes into the wall and furniture, loud footsteps running and multitudes of flying bullets coating the floorspace of the apartment. ‘Til eventually, a strong arm rounds your waist and pulls you in as you sneakily try to pass the doorway of your bedroom, having lost track of where he had gone.

You’re thrown onto the bed and quickly pinned down by him straddling your hips and holding your wrists above your head, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

“Enough with the games, baby. Where’s my reward?”

“Right here, Sergeant.” you say sweetly, puckering your lips.

Chanyeol own lips quirk up in a smirk, lowering himself to you for a kiss.

But before he knows it, the moment he loosens his hold on your wrist you lock your hands around his own and roll him over so you’re now looking down at him triumphantly, sitting on top of his hips. Chanyeol is looking up at you with wide eyes, blinking like a fool trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“Hm,” you tap a finger on your lips questioningly, “maybe you’re not so worthy of your title after all.”

“Hey! That’s not fair! I was caught off guard! You were already just about to give me my reward! I want my re-”

He stops mid-protest when he sees you peeling off your t-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. Jaw dropping, eyes mesmerised and tracing over the sight of your skin being exposed to him. His hands move with a mind of their own, reaching up to touch you but you quickly slap them away.

You slowly stand up to your full height above him, turning around and looking back at him over your shoulder as you tuck your thumbs inside the waistband of your shorts and slide them down your legs, making sure that you bend over at the waist to give him a full view of his reward.

When you decide you’ve given him enough time to appreciate your assets, you turn back around and assume your previous position. Although now, there was a growing bulge beneath you, a clear answer to your next question.

“Is this reward to your liking, Sergeant Park Chanyeol?” You speak his name breathily, emphasising each word.

He nods rapidly, before reclaiming his cool, growling and grabbing at you. Chanyeol flips you back over so you’re beneath him and brings his face close to yours, enough that you can feel the heat of his breath but not enough for your lips to touch.

“But I like this better.”

His position is top after all.

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chicken-fifi · 5 months

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Artist / Character: Chanyeol (EXO)

Title: Ice, Ice Baby

Prompt: frosty windows

Requested by: @bokkibunny

Tagging:

Your finger pressed against the ice crystals forming on the window inside your house, melting a few spots as you mindlessly drew on the glass. You could barely feel the tip of your finger but you didn’t care, this was too much fun.

“You’re going to dirty the windows doing that,” Chanyeol playful complained as he bounced the little boy in his lap, looking over at you. “Not to mention that once this one sees you doing that he’s going to want to draw too.”

You looked over at your nephew, his big, round eyes looking over at you at the same time and smiling as he cooed, reaching out his slobber covered hands in your direction. Without an ounce of hesitation, you took him from your boyfriend and began playing with him, warily keeping an eye on the gentle giant you’d been dating for almost five years, as you shimmed closer to the window and took your nephews hand, placing a single finger on the window and moving it to draw a small heart.

Chanyeol, who’d gotten up to get a drink, didn’t see it happen and you, feeling overly confident in your sneaking skills, continued to press the small chubby fingers to the window earning little squeals of delight which you tried to shush, lest your cover be broken.

But it was too late. Your boyfriend was already in the entryway between the kitchen and living room watching you entice the little boy to draw on the windows.

“I’m not cleaning those windows,” he uttered, loud enough for you to hear over the little giggles coming from your nephew.

But you knew in that moment, you would happily clean every single window in that house after letting the small boy in your lap draw on the ice crystals if it meant you got to hear those war ending giggles leave his mouth.

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ifdimpeul · 1 year

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

leia a história aqui.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Little Lady ~ Park Chanyeol

Your eyes rolled as soon as Chanyeol came up behind you, reaching up to the top shelf of the cupboard. The smile on his face was wide as he passed you what it was that you wanted without even having to stretch.

Your hands reluctantly took the bowl from him, placing it down on the counter. You had lost count of how long you’d tried to get it down, trying just about everything to be able to reach.

“Your height is so unfair,” you muttered underneath your breath, “why can’t you just give up a few inches and give them to me instead?” You then asked Chanyeol a little louder.

“No way,” he chuckled, “because then I wouldn’t be able to help you out as much.”

You could hear in his voice how much he enjoyed having you rely on him, knowing that his height came in good use for you. Your head kept shaking as you moved around towards the fridge, beginning to look through to get out what you needed to start making dinner.

“Can you reach?” Chanyeol teased from behind you as he watched you look through.”

You immediately shot a glare back across at him, with the fridge not too high you had access to everything, but he still couldn’t help but mess with you. Your eyes rolled before turning back around, only to feel a pair of arms soon snake around your waist.

“I caught you rolling your eyes, you’re in trouble now you know.”

His arms lifted you up with ease and up to rest over the top of his shoulder, leaving you up in the sky. Even as you rested on Chanyeol’s shoulder everything felt much higher up, the many inches between you both making a big difference.

“Where are you taking me? I need to start making dinner.”

“No way, not after you just rolled your eyes at me,” Chanyeol very quickly replied to you.

Before you knew it, you found yourself laid out on the sofa with Chanyeol underneath you, the tips of your toes resting against his kneecaps. “You won’t eat if you keep me here,” you warned him, only for his shoulders to shrug back at you.

Chanyeol’s eyes remained on you as you wriggled around, knowing that his grip was always far too strong for you to ever be able to get out of. “I can’t believe you rolled your eyes when I was trying to help,” he whispered to himself, with you hearing him too.

“I can reach the fridge, I’m not as small as you think I am you know.”

Your eyes looked to Chanyeol expectantly, making sure that he was paying attention to you. He loved to tease you and push the boundaries with you, but your eyes let him know that he wasn’t just teasing you earlier, something that he very quickly wanted to put right.

“I was only messing with you,” he assured you, laying you down against his shoulder. “I knew that you could reach into the fridge, you’re not that small at least.”

Hey,” you frowned, hitting against his chest, “I’m nowhere near as small as you think I am, I mean it’s not my fault that you are a quite literal giant.”

The height difference between the two of you felt as if it was something that shouldn’t work, but it did. Chanyeol focused on the high up things, and you got the low down things when it hurt him too much to bend.

A chuckle came from Chanyeol as you hit against him. “I think your height is very endearing,” he suddenly spoke, taking you by surprise by how nice he was to you all of a sudden.

“What have you done now?” You asked him, knowing that he was only ever nice when he had done something wrong. “Did you break something whilst getting the bowl out of the cupboard?”

Chanyeol’s head shook back at you straight away, for once having done nothing wrong. He just wanted you to know how he felt about you, how as much as he loved to joke, he could also be serious too.

“Helping you with things is one of my favourite things to do,” Chanyeol suddenly declared, “I love the fact that you always have that look in your eyes when you need something from me but you’re too stubborn to ask.”

You had no idea about your habit, but it was something that Chanyeol knew all too well. He could always see when you were struggling, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Your height is what makes you utterly irresistible,” he suddenly added, not letting the silence carry for too long. “I love how easy it is to lift you and how you’re the perfect height to wrap your legs around my waist when I carry you too.”

“I always thought you hated the fact that my feet always end up resting against your bum,” you noted, only to see Chanyeol’s head shake back at you. “All these times when you tease me, you actually enjoy doing things for me?”

Chanyeol nodded in reply to you, unable to quite find the words to tell you just how much he loved it. Knowing that you relied on him, even if it was just for his height, was one of the things that he adored, knowing that he was wanted and needed by you.

“I wouldn’t want you to even grow an inch, even though you want a few of the inches on my height,” Chanyeol smiled down at you, pressing a kiss against your forehead too. “In my eyes, you are perfect the way you are, I reckon you’d hate being taller too, that would mean I wouldn’t be able to cuddle you as tightly as I do.”

The corners of your smile turned up as Chanyeol managed to make his point perfectly, knowing that his cuddles were always a big weakness of yours that you adored.

For so long you had worried that Chanyeol maybe wanted you to be taller too with all of the remarks that he made, but instead he said them because it was what he loved about you. Nothing was better for him than being able to tease you, especially as he always struggled to speak clearly from his heart.

“I still have to make dinner even though you’re being nice to me,” you told him, “there’s actually a bag of sauce that’s a little bit too high that’s got your name on it.”

“How about we don’t cook tonight?” Chanyeol suggested, “I know for a fact that you would much rather stay here and be cuddled up to me instead of being in the kitchen Y/N.”

Your smile slowly widened, hating just how well Chanyeol knew you. “What are we going to do if I don’t cook? We’ve not exactly got any snacks in.”

Whilst keeping you balanced on top of him, Chanyeol reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out his phone. Waving it in front of your face, you knew what he wanted straight away, nodding in agreement.

“Whilst we wait for it to arrive, we can go back into the kitchen and I can help you put all of the high up things away,” Chanyeol told you with a wide smile on his face.

“You know sometimes I think that we should just invest in a step ladder,” you suggested, only for Chanyeol to quickly shake his head in response to you.

“No little lady, I’m your step ladder.”

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#exo #exo imagine #chanyeol #chanyeol imagine #park chanyeol #park chanyeol imagine #exo reaction #exo scenario #exo chanyeol #exo drabble #exo one shot #exo fluff #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol reaction #chanyeol drabble #chanyeol one shot #chanyeol fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

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cherrysarchives · 1 year

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Dick Pick (M)

➻ Pairings: Chanyeol x Baekhyun

➻ Genre: smut, pwp, humor

➻ Additional:

➻ Word Count: 1.9K

➻ Warnings:

➻ Author’s notes: This story was written anywhere from 4 - 10 years ago. I’m highly aware that much of the content in this story is unrealistic and may be triggering to some. Please mind all tags! If you’re unsure, please just skip this story. This story is fiction and does not reflect real-life idols' behaviors, personalities, or beliefs. This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

The dorm was relatively quiet that evening. A few of the members had their own schedule to go to. Like Sehun with his movie, Suho with his premier. He was pretty sure Kyungsoo was shooting for another drama. Baekhyun, himself, had just finished shooting his own movie for the evening and he was more than happy to spend the rest of the evening doing nothing. With Lay still in China, Kai out with his girlfriend, Chen and Xiumin doing god only knows what, and Chanyeol probably composing, Baekhyun was left to do whatever he wanted. What he wanted to do, he wasn’t entirely sure.

He had taken a few selfies after his shower, but didn’t have the energy to post them on instagram. The thought of watching a movie or something crossed his mind, but that required getting up to get his laptop, which is something he honestly didn’t want to do at the moment. He was very comfy, sprawled out on the bed in nothing but his boxers, hair still slightly damp from his shower, towel draped over his shoulders.

So he stuck with his phone. He was going back and forth between instagram, thumbing through pictures and YouTube, watching different random videos. It was one of his favorite ways to unwind after a busy day. He had just clicked on a Girl’s Day video to watch one of the previous performances when the notification dropped down from the top of his phone. A quick scan showed that it was from Chanyeol and it was a photo attachment.

Pausing the video, he exited out of the app and scrolled over to his messages and opened them. Clicking on Chanyeol’s name, he watched as the message popped up and he stared at the photo in front of him.

It was, what he assumed was Chanyeol laying in bed with the blankets wrapped around his legs and his hand pressed down, fingers curled slightly around his very hard and erect cock that was still in his shorts. He had to cock his head, eyes glued to the image for a moment before he shook his head. It was a daring image and he wasn’t sure why Chanyeol took it, but he just shrugged it away. He didn’t bother to send a reply back, figuring either it was some weird prank or had misclicked who he wanted to send it too.

Exiting out of his messages, he opened back up the YouTube app and continued to watch his video. He was bobbing his head along, singing to the song happily. His eyes moved around on the screen, watching each woman as she danced. He had to admit, he did like watching the girls dance in the outfits the stylists had picked out for them. Tummy flashes and long legs. Oh the long legs. He loved a girl with long legs.

He couldn’t help but laugh loudly when one of the girls fell. He covered his mouth and giggled and watched till the end before looking for another video. Mess ups were always funny to watch, as long as he wasn’t the one who made the mess up. He decided to go with a boy group this time and up10tion was getting a lot of attention, so he decided to watch these rookies. The video had just started when another picture came in from Chanyeol. Baekhyun could only shake his head and guess what Chanyeol could want to show him this time. Hopefully not another dick covered pic.

Baekhyun could hope all he wanted, but the moment he pulled up Chanyeol’s message, his hopes were dashed as his eyes widened to an impossibly large size. Right before him was a picture he never thought he would get from Chanyeol. The other had his pants down around his thighs...those milky white thighs. His hand was wrapped around his erect cock and lord was it big. It was certainly bigger than Baekhyun had thought it would be. Bigger than he thought it should be. It was…..huge.

Baekhyun couldn’t help but lick his lips, and with slender fingers, he enlarged the picture and looked at it closer. He was uncircumcised and Baekhyun was surprisingly okay this. Baekhyun was surprisingly okay with all of this. From seeing his friend’s penis to actually liking the look and shape of it. And wanting to...taste it.

Reaching up, Baekhyun slapped himself a few times on the cheek. “Snap out of it Byun.” he muttered. He couldn’t like this. He couldn’t like seeing his friends dick. He couldn’t like seeing a dick period. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t natural. But yet something inside him was telling him that this...this dick was the one he had always wanted. Not that he knew he wanted a dick. But this dick was the one.

“Oh my god I’m going crazy.” he muttered. He closed the picture out, fingers pressing the chat box as he sent a quick reply back to the younger male

Chanyeollie~

‘Yah! Why are you sending me pictures of your dick?!’

Closing out the application once more, he pulled YouTube back up and started the video again, trying to keep his mind off of the pictures he received while he waited for a reply back. He was barely another 30 seconds into the video when the message came through and Baekhyun quickly opened it.

Chanyeollie~

‘Sorry man, must have clicked your name by mistake. ‘

Baekhyun couldn’t believe what he was reading. Chanyeol had actually meant to send these pictures to someone else? Who could he be sending such naughty pictures to? And why? That was the most important question. Actually the most important question was how come Baekhyun didn’t know Chanyeol had someone he wanted to send nude pictures too? He was in shock and not really sure how to reply to this. It took him a good five minutes before he could finally formulate a reply that didn’t either sound dumb, sounded mean, or sounded like he wanted to see more.

Chanyeollie~

‘You could get in trouble if these pictures go to the wrong person.

Why are you taking them anyway?’

That seemed like a good enough response. It wasn’t too harsh, and he didn’t sound too curious like he might want more. He sounded just right. Instead of going back to his video, this time he just kept his messages opened and waited. And waited. And waited some more. It honestly felt like forever before he got the message back, but in reality it had barely been a minute.

Chanyeollie~

‘Your right. Good thing it was you. I just wanted to

see what it would look like if I took a picture of my cock.

Do you like it? Big right? I think I’m the biggest in the

group now.’

Baekhyun smacked his head. Leave it to Chanyeol to want to try something that was so dangerous and scandalous like that. The other was just crazy, that’s all there was to it. But did he like it? If he was being honest with himself, yes he did like it. He liked it a lot.

Chanyeollie~

‘Why would you ask me if I liked it? Chanyeol

you're crazy. Stop taking pictures of your dick.’

Baekhyun honestly wasn't sure what else to say this other than that. He wasn't going to tell his best friend he liked the picture of his dick. And he wasn't going to admit to himself that he liked the picture of his best friend’s dick. Even if he already knew he did. He'd rather lie to himself than to admit it.

Chanyeollie~

‘Aw you’re no fun Baek. Come over here and

help me take more pictures.’

Baekhyun groaned and sighed and rubbed his forehead. This man. He couldn’t believe it. He wanted him to help take dick pictures? How could he even help? Other than hold the camera? He certainly wasn’t going to be holding Chanyeol’s dick. At all.

Chanyeollie~

‘There is no way I’m helping you. Forget it’

Baekhyun expected a reply from Chanyeol, complaining that Baekhyun wasn’t being fair, but when nothing came, Baekhyun almost felt a little disappointed. Not that he couldn’t just text Chanyeol again. Or even get up and walk down the hall and go see the other in his room. He could do any of those. And yet he sat there and pouted. He pouted like a upset teenage girl who didn’t get her way. And for no real good reason.

After about holding his phone for ten minutes, he threw it down on his bed. He wasn’t in the mood anymore to watch videos or anything. Laying down on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what he should or shouldn’t do. After a while though, his mind went to other things, like all the little popcorn like things that lined his ceiling. What was it? Why was it there? Had it always been there?

They were deep thought provoking questions that had him so wrapped up that when his phone went off, he jumped on his bed slightly and panted. Reaching over, he grabbed and stared at the notification that Chanyeol had sent him another message. Raising a brow, he unlocked his phone and pulled up his messages and stared at the little clip link of a video. He wasn’t liking what he saw, but he hit play anyway.

“Baekhyun-ah~” Chanyeol’s breathy moan came through the phone. Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he watched as the camera was tilted down, revealing Chanyeol’s hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it. Baekhyun watched the way the skin moved over the head, covering it on every upstroke before being removed on the down stroke. Thead was so smooth and pink in color. It looks so delicious. He gave the head a squeeze, his thumb swiping over it and he moaned out louder.

“Fuck, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun groaned and licked his lips. The way his name left Chanyeol’s lips sent a shiver up his spine and made his cock.twitch. “Fuck.” He watched as Chanyeol got a closeup of his cock, watching the way the other stroked himself. Chanyeol moved his fingers and used his thumb to press down on his cock, pushing it downwards before letting it go. Baekhyun let out a groan as the cock bobbed back and forth a few times before stopping.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to see more. He was falling deeper and deeper into a state of lust that he didn’t want to admit he could be in, but it was happening.

The camera moved and turned, showing Chanyeol’s face and the smile that graced his face, cheeks slightly flushed. “You could be in here helping me Baekhyun. But instead you want to keep denying your attraction for me.” he spoke deeply and chuckled. “That’s okay. Enjoy this video and know one day, you’ll get the real thing. Until then...baby.” He turned the camera again and pointed it at his cock. His other hand wrapped around the hard flesh and stroked himself quickly. Deep grunts left him, hips slightly moving before they stilled.

“Baekhyun!” Baekhyun gasped as he watched the milky fluid shoot from Chanyeol’s cock, landing on his hand and abdomen as he stroked himself through his orgams. The video ended and Baekhyun was left there to stare in shock and awe. It wasn’t until his cock gave a painful twitch, did he realize he was hard, horny and desperate for Chanyeol’s cock.

He fell back on the bed and panted softly as he reached down and gripped himself through his pants, giving his cock a squeeze. “God I fucking hate you, Park Chanyeol.” he grumbled to himself. Lifting his phone, he pressed play once more and watched the video while stroking his cock.

It was going to be a long night.

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dilxcc · 1 month

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supposedly yours ᡣ𐭩 byun baekhyun

angst, thought it was one-sided love but it wasn't , regrets, grammatical error

byun baekhyun x f!reader x park chanyeol

a/n short angst fic with baek and chan 🥹 I HAD THIS ANGSTY THOUGHT LAST NIGHT AND WAS LIKE, WHY NOT RIGHT?

the awkward silence, the slight skin-to-skin contact, the nervous eye contacts... all of it was a hint in the first place. yet, he had failed to realize that.

"chanyeol... why doesn't he like me? why does he like her?" you sniffled, gripping your phone for dear life. chanyeol hated that you were crying. if anything, he wants you to smile and laugh for the rest of your life. his heart aches even more knowing that you like his best friend. when he is standing right in front of you; comforting you whenever you needed him.

baekhyun wasn't there when your cat went missing. baekhyun wasn't there when you failed your driving test. he wasn't there during your graduation. chanyeol knew why his best friend skipped those events and wasn't there to comfort or congratulate you. and the reasons were acceptable. yet, he felt an ugly feeling brewing in his chest, asking what you even see in baekhyun?

baekhyun regretted the fact that he never take the chance to confess. there were many opportunities where he could just swept you off your feet with his cheesy yet romantic confession. he hated the fact that he was too afraid of losing you. he hated it even more knowing that he lost you to his best friend forever.

"you know... i actually used to like you," you admitted shyly. "it was a stupid crush that went on for years," you smiled. "but well, seems like chanyeol's the one for me," you said softly, your eyes gazing at the ring embedded on your finger.

baekhyun could feel his heart shattering into million pieces when you told him you were dating chanyeol. it breaks his heart even more knowing that you are getting married to chanyeol. it brings him back to reality that you weren't his. that you were supposed to be his, but wasn't because of his cowardice.

"congrats. i'll bring you guys wedding gifts," he smiled, hoping that the hurt doesn't show on his face.

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lanland04moure · 2 years

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Playing with fire Park Chanyeol / X-EXO Chanyeøl

* gif not mine *

I thought it would be a quiet day, but nothing had been like that since I discovered his existence.

Chanyeol was worried but most of all angry and this guy appeared everywhere we went.

Chanyeol's mood changed as soon as I saw him, he looked annoyed and uncomfortable whenever he was near or around us.

I didn't want to add to that, so I never mentioned to him that I had discovered this guy following me, watching from afar what I was doing, among other things.

I wasn't afraid of him, I was very intrigued. Where did he come from? What was he looking for?

×××

The day I found him outside my apartment, injured and almost unconscious it was impossible for me to ignore him, for me it was like turning my back on Chanyeol and that caused my heart to ache.

With the little strength he had left and my help he was able to make it to the sofa in the living room, where he collapsed totally defeated. I felt bad for him, he looked weak and looked totally harmless.

I watched him for a few seconds before going in search of the small first aid kit. I was cleaning the wounds on his face when he suddenly opened his eyes, he watched me for a few seconds before looking around.

He seemed to be looking for someone, when he saw us alone he seemed to relax and let me continue with my work.

After finishing I let him rest while I prepared dinner, my mind was in chaos, I didn't know what to do. Chanyeol would be here soon and if he was still here there could be trouble.

I wasn't afraid to be alone with him, I didn't feel that he could harm me, but I knew that Chanyeol would be totally out of his mind when he found out about this.

The jingling of keys and the small muffled noises on the other side of the door signaled his arrival, my nerves rose to an unimaginable level, there was nothing to do...

He walked straight to where I was, he greeted me with a small kiss on my forehead while he commented that he was starving, for a moment I remained static. He had passed in front of the sofa where his other self was and he didn't react to it, the nerves were still running through my being in a way that I couldn't bear any longer.

#exo chanyeol #exo scenarios #exø #exo imagines #exo drabbles #exo oneshots #chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo

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seventhofmarch1995 · 1 year

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Offside

(Prolog bisa dibaca di SINI)

Kemarin, Billie nemenin Elang sama Nararya nonton bola Belgia vs Maroko di rumahnya Nararya. Kenapa rumahnya Nararya? Karena lagi kosong, dan kebetulan Nararya anak tunggal. Di rumahnya Billie, si bapak berisik banget ngalah-ngalahin toa masjid. Di rumahnya Elang apalagi. Entar kalo Papanya Elang teriak, burung-burung di rumah jadi ikutan heboh. Akhirnya rumahnya Nararya jadi lokasi nobar malam itu.

Kan di menit terakhir half-time, Maroko ngegolin lewat tendangan bebasnya Hakim Ziyech. Itu tuh, pemain Chelsea yang ganteng. (Oke lupain, Billie kalau nonton bola ingetnya pemain yang ganteng-ganteng doang). Elang sama Nararya udah heboh tuh, eh ternyata golnya dianulir.

"ANJIR CUMA KEPALA SEPARO DOANG?!" teriak Elang frustasi. Nggak tahu deh Elang dukung siapa (aslinya sih dukung Inggris), pokoknya kalau ada yang ngegolin dia seneng aja gitu.

Billie cuma bisa cengo. Ya maklum, dia emang sering nemenin Elang sama Arya nonton bola, tapi pengetahuannya soal bola nol besar.

"Kan tadi ada gol, kok skornya masih nol?" tanya Billie bingung.

"Offside," jawab Elang.

"Offside apaan?"

Elang sama Nararya saling lihat-lihatan. Mereka kayaknya udah sering jelasin soal offside ke Billie, tapi kayaknya cewek itu nggak pernah ngeh. Elang menggerakkan kepalanya sedikit, nyuruh Nararya yang jelasin ke Billie. Kalau Elang yang jelasin, yang ada dia darah tinggi.

"Off = mati, side = sisi. Offside = sisinya mati," kata Nararya santai. Elang cuma bisa menghela napas lelah. Dia nggak mau ikut-ikutan nerangin soal offside.

"Kenapa sisinya bisa mati?" tanya Billie.

"Karena nggak hidup."

Prinsip Elang dan Nararya nomor satu: nggak usah repot-repot jelasin soal offside ke cewek. Mending energinya buat hal lain.

#fiction #drabble #short story #oh sehun #park chanyeol #krystal jung

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mybiasisexo · 3 months

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HI! Happy New Year!

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

Distraction 🏋️‍♂️

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

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

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had to know what he was doing.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit on it and I’ll show you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he said between clenched teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chanyeol,” you whined.

“Hey, I let you stall, didn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Make me.” He smirked.

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

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

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exo masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

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