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Control (Part One) - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 4,693

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, dirty talk, slight dom/sub, multiple orgasms, Teasing, Shameless smut.

Summary: Park Chanyeol has been away for months, leaving you to take care of what he cannot, and the more you do the further the monster within you ready’s it’s pounce.

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You pushed Chanyeol into your shared flat, closing the door with your foot in your haste, hands immediately leaving your boyfriend’s chest to lock both the deadbolt and the chain in case any of his bandmates got any funny ideas of disrupting what you had planned for him. Both removing your shoes in your haste.

It wasn’t even selfish either, this was really, honestly the only time he was in town, the only time you get to have him all to yourself, to not be around his friends to discuss more idol topics you deem to say that you’re not a part of since you’re a nobody but they however remain to say different. Withal, this was your day, you only get this pleasure so rarely a year given your boyfriend’s busy activities and when it comes you make damn sure to take advantage of it.

In reality, (once the shoes were discarded) Chanyeol lifts you up in his strong arms, big callused hands all over your body in a heartbeat, in your hair, on your back, on your arms, your ass, your thighs, anywhere he could grab was enough and you moaned into your connected mouths, legs automatically circling his waist as he carries you effortlessly to the bedroom, lips not once unlocking from each other while his and your tongue frantically searched for one another in a filthy open-mouthed kiss. Eagerly seeking that stubborn dominance over one another.

Once in the bedroom Chanyeol doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him, instead he continues onwards until the back of his legs hit the edge of the queen-size mattress and he ultimately falls back on it. It wasn’t how you imagined he’d get on the piece of furniture but hey as long as your on it is fine with you.

Your kiss had broken, (of course) but that doesn’t stop you from climbing the rest of the way on top of him, hands lifting his shirt up to lather his gorgeous lean body with wet kisses. Chanyeol didn’t have a body as nice or full of muscles and abs such as Kai or Tao, not even after all the hard exhausting work he puts in to perfect his dancing, but he had plenty enough to be pleased to look at. (To you at least. You just weren’t picky). Fair skin, defined biceps, legs that went for miles, a beautiful smile. Yes everything your boyfriend had was all you could ever ask for.

You soon trail butterfly-kisses up his torso, lightly biting his ribcage just to hear him groan in that sexy deep voice of his, the fingers on your lithe hips strong but far from injuring. Unfortunately.

Chanyeol always tries to hold back on you, to be gentle and angelic and you can’t say you hate it, but sometimes you’d like it if he was a little rough with you, if he would bruise your body, mark you as his property. You’re not stating he doesn’t mark you at all or that he’s not a good lover (because that would be telling the biggest lie of them all) it’s more just there are times you bid to repay him back with your own special teasing ways.

Well tonight was one of those nights.

You were sick and tired of masturbating in the shower, on your shared bed, against the wall, on the fucking counter thinking of him, thinking of what dirty words he’d whisper into your ear if he found you trying to lessen your sexual tension for him, whether or not he’d pound into your cunt with his cock not only because you’ve been a naughty girl while he was away but also because he missed the way your tight irresistible walls felt around his dick. You wanted to take control for once, you chased the fantasy to be the one to see him wither in ecstasy and tremble in bliss underneath you, to whisper dirty encouraging words in his ear to hasten and intensify the actions.

You’ve simply never had the guts before, fortunately you’re not tonight. Or you’re just too horny to care or worry of fucking up.

“I missed you, Chanyeol.” You purred in his ear, voice low and hoarse as you bite his earlobe, your tongue tracing the boundaries of his sexy ears. Chanyeol groans expediently, his clothed erection grinding against your crouch on reflex. Your thighs start to tremble beside his waist at the action, the wetness in your panties building up as he consistently craves that blissful friction only you can forward.

“I can tell, fuck babe I need you so bad it hurts waiting. Jacking off with my hand doesn’t once come close to how good you feel around me. I’ve missed those slick, tight walls.” Chanyeol replies, his voice huskier than you last recall it to be but all in all it turns you on further. His voice alone is your porn.

You moan at his words before you start to trail up his body once more, removing the shirt on your way. Whence the shirt was discarded and somewhere lost in the room behind you, you travel a hand down to palm his hardness through his jeans. “Hmh,” he groans, “So good.” His cock pulses and throbs at your touch before you finally take time with undoing the tight restraints. Chanyeol (like always) doesn’t try to stop nor accompany you and rather let you take the desired pace.

Finally, when the jeans and boxers were slid down his legs and on the floor, you hastily grasped his fully erect cock in your humble hand, fingers experienced over the years as sticky warm pre-cum dirtied them. “F-fuck,” Chanyeol growls, his hips thrusting upward to greet your fist wantonly as his breaths grow more and more erratic. Chest heaving. Travelling further down the hard organ, now having his full on attention, you toy with his balls, lightly squeezing and massaging them between your slick fingers. He easily becomes a panting mess beneath you. Just like you wanted.

To further tease him, you stop all actions to throw aside your own clothing. (Chanyeol’s whine of protest being far too sexy than it should be when you had climbed off him. But you don’t complain otherwise, the wetness in your aching core just builds up because of it.) Luckily it was really easy to match your boyfriend, given your choice of attire.

Purposely you take your time, slowly sliding the jeans off your short legs, revealing more and more of your soft peach flesh inch by inch. The shirt goes next, then the bra. It was however when you were sliding the panties off that Chanyeol’s gaze grows hungrier, breathing growing in quality, the pre-cum spilling out of the slit of his dick increasing while his cock curves against his stomach in the anticipation to proceed. To feel you.

Whilst, when you were completely naked you literally pounce back on top of him, both moaning loudly at the feel of each other’s bare skin on one another. You reach down between your legs instantly to grasp the girth of his length, persistently yet teasingly lining him up with you so you could rub your wet core against it, his pre-cum slicking your pussy, the cum mingling with your own making you wetter, more hotter. “I’m so wet for you Chanyeol…” You panted, a loud shout of ecstasy leaving your lips as you rub his leaking cockhead against your swollen clit harder, “—you can’t imagine…how much I wanted you, wanted you inside me, how much I wish you to remain claiming me as yours. Pounding into me over and over till we’d be unable to fuck anymore.” The obscene sounds you both were creating alone was making you hornier. Of course, Chanyeol’s grunts and groans and gasps weren’t helping matters either and he threw his head back, hand coming down to circle your own smaller one. He now starts to guide his dick through the slick folds of your cunt, circling your slit and clit tauntingly, however making sure not to come close to entering you yet. It’ll ruin the fun, the teasing.

Enjoying this you was didn’t want his help though, because you wanted to control, you wanted him to feel the bliss. Thus resolving the problem you reached into your nightstand and grabbed two long ribbons, tying both his wrist to the metal headboard above his head. “I want you to watch me baby, to feel and experience how badly I’ve been craving you. Lusting over you.” You murmur as you finish knotting his wrists. He gladly nods without hesitation, the dark pools of his wide eyes dark and hazy with lust, pupils blown, mouth agape. You bite the inner of your cheek at how incredibly sexy he looks beneath you. You soon run your thumb over his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering shut, a mewl of pleasure escaping his throat. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing shakily the more he withdraws.

“I desire…to make you squirm, Chanyeol.” You whisper seductively, wiggling your core slowly against his groin, which easily makes him growl loudly, wrist meaning to catch you, but the restraints make it insufferable, the redness he’s bringing upon them not going unnoticed to you. You’ll take caution of it later.

“Yes, show me babe, show me how much you’ve needed me. Wanted me. Let me feel your overwhelming tension.” Chanyeol rasped, voice gruff as he tries to thrust into you for more but you don’t give him that wish. This was your tease, not his.

Instants later, after you get comfortable in his lap you lean forward to capture his lips with your own, Chanyeol eagerly parting them, to which you gladly take the invitation, tongue sliding inside. You explore the warm, moist cavern, from behind his teeth, to the roof of his mouth, to the positions of his cheeks, before you eventually meet his tongue breathlessly. Moments past that the kiss gets broken as you move to stroke him once more. Chanyeol instantly croaks your name in utter ecstasy.

What he’s not expecting though is the slow rubbing of your clit along his cock next that his moans grow far noisier. He bites his lip to hush himself but the feeling of you is too exhilarating to keep silent, so he merely lets them out carelessly. “Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” Chanyeol nearly yells, your own breathing heavy, while you cried your pleasure in his ears, hand holding his dick steady against you while you search for that overstimulating sensation known as your orgasm.

“Ahhh, C-Chanyeol, your cock feels so amazing.” You whine, lifting yourself up some before easing back down. The hardness of Chanyeol’s shaft against your sensitive pearl totally out beats your fingers, bringing your wanted orgasm to occur sooner than you like to. You barely got started damn it, you’ll be damned if you allow this overwhelming rapture to end! But even that seemed impossible considering you haven’t felt this amazing in months.

“Hmm, ahhhh, so-so perfect, you feel so good. I need more.” You mewl, your hot puffs of breath against the conjunction of Chanyeol’s neck. “I’m so close. Channie.” Your body unconsciously quickens its bouncing on top of him, the now unbearable feeling in the pit of your belly almost painful to recite. Even your limbs grew heavy and yet you still proceed to rub against your boyfriend’s cock like it doesn’t bother you one bit; his own noises causing your body to ignite, senses kicking into overdrive.

“Come on baby, cum for me, let me hear your sinful screams, my name leaving your mouth, I want to see just how much you missed my cock.” Chanyeol urges, his fingers gripping the ribbons around his wrist so tightly that you’re worried he might rip them if he continues, hips sloppily meeting on time with your own. It simply makes the friction all the more delicious.

The more your clit slides against him the hotter you get, the quicker your climax nears and in your lust filled mind you cry out in pleasure, fingers griping Chanyeol’s right bicep, stubbed nails clawing the muscles there, the constant flexing he’s doing with them from all his pulling driving you even more insane. He hisses in both the pain and the pleasure. Still, as much as you like to loosen the grip you found you couldn’t because for one it just felt too fucking amazing to dismiss, and two because he clearly was enjoying the mixture.

Your eyes soon close in a white haze and all you can see is Chanyeol, his manifestation as it contorts of pleasure from your doings, the sexy way he licks the corner of his mouth when he’s basking in concentrated pleasure, the loudness of his deep voice as it screams your name, hands finding purchase on your ass, your hips, to keep you against him for as long as he can, fingers deft in their designated place.

For what seems like an eternity to you does your body finally start to spasm, mouth voluntarily parting more, while the once heavy pants that were flaring up from your throat now grew uncontrolled and labored.

Then a massive wave of pleasure hits you tenfold and everything becomes white. You shout Chanyeol’s name, body trembling. Not once do you care whether or not someone hears you.

To you at this moment it seems like time slows, while you faintly feel like you’re releasing something below. Against Chanyeol’s chest now you shut your eyes, breath overly ragged and spotty as you try to calm down from your high. Body exhausted and numb.

It was when you felt arms circle your sweaty back that you slowly open your eyes to reality. You easily come to the realization that Chanyeol somewhere managed to rip the ribbons around his wrist while you were lost in your orgasms. You should be mad about it, but yet you wasn’t, (probably because they were cheap anyway), instead all you can do was smile satisfied, a faint pain jolting into your sides. You too figured that that was where his hands had been at the interim.

However, before you even had the prospect to register it he flips you around to where your back meets the bed. He leans down, a smile appearing on his gorgeous face, his voice dropping in your ear.“Now it my turn…to show you,” A tremor immediately evades down your spine creating goosebumps to rise on your skin as your crouch tingles. “I won’t hold back this time… Not that you’d complain otherwise, you like it when I’m rough don’t you?” He asks smugly. God he looks so sexy when he looks at me like that, you think.

You chuckle when you could breathe again, arms wrapping around his neck to draw him down further, tongue leaving your mouth to suck and taste the sweaty flesh of his neck, lightly biting his Adam’s apple. “I do.” You moan, passing your fingers through the soft tufts of his hair, your own voice a low purr. “I want you to bruise me, to prove to me precisely how much you wanted me, wanted my pussy. Release all the tension in me, please Chanyeol.” You confess. Your smile only widens as he leans down to kiss you, complying with his tongue trailing down your neck, to your collarbones, your breasts. A gasp leaves you, back arching off the bed when he takes hold of an erect nipple between his teeth, lightly squeezing and messaging the other soft breast in his hand. Chanyeol then runs that hand down your stomach, till he’s fingering the soft curls of pubic hair. Sliding through the folds of your soaked cunt now, long fingers find themselves effortlessly sliding into your slick-with-cum slit. “I make you so wet don’t I baby,” he groans, slipping those thick fingers into your hole deeper, digging them in harshly. You nod, mouth creating a perfect ‘o’ shape to let the loud whines out, legs opening wider, hips pushing against his hand for more.

“You have no idea.” You gasp, eyes squeezing shut as the more pleasure washes over you, your head thrown back in cloud nine. “I need more, please, I want you, I need you…” you panted, “—to fuck me. Chanyeol…please!” You beg helplessly, arms pulling him closer as he proceeds to tease your tight walls with his amazing fingers. It was when said fingers pressed against that certain spot that you screamed, a hand unconsciously pulling roughly at his raven hair.

Chanyeol takes this as a sign to seize his actions, and upon stopping his fingers you whimper unpleased having felt yourself nearing a second climax. “Channie,” you whine, hips grinding to find that seeked pleasure once more, but the fingers still refuse to move within you. Furthermore, with the way Chanyeol’s cock against your thigh was leaking pre-cum and pulsing proved he was seeking something just as proficient.

Running his thumb upward to your sensitive pearl now he begins to tease the bud in slow, agonizing circles, curling the two fingers still inside you in a come hither motion. “Scream for me baby, let me hear more of you. Once is never enough. You, your cries, pleads will never once be enough to quench my thirst for you. I need all of what your willing to offer.” He purrs, applying light pressure, sliding and scissoring his fingers inward and out of you again. You gasp at the combined feeling and willingly you scream for him, the sensitiveness of your post orgasm still affecting you. “Tell me again what it is you want from me babe?” He asks calmly, voice alluring.

Taking away his hand from your hole completely now, he moves his head down to your neck, where he bites and peppers new marks upon. The flesh beneath his mouth reddening. “Do you want my fingers?” He inquires huskily, moving further to your breast, taking each nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, littering each with care before he moves on to your stomach. “My cock?” He continues, dipping his tongue into your navel where you moan deeply, shivers shooting up and down your spine as he was nearing the spot you craved most attention on.

Presently at the inside of your thighs now he starts to feather you with teasing kisses, harsh hickeys and possessive bites. “My tongue?” He grins, lips shiny with saliva. You whimper loudly, responding eagerly. Chanyeol grin only widens. He moves closer.

Your shaking now, the need for him is driving you mad. And his reckless teasing wasn’t helping. You give in. “God, yes! Eat me out Channie, please. Please, only you can do it so perfectly! I want all of you! All of what you’re willing to give me.” You blurt out, having no restraint over your will to resist any longer, certainly not with how much he’s wanting to award you with that tongue.

Chanyeol smirk is wide as be spreads your thighs further apart, taking in the beauty of what you’re eagerly willing to contribute, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal. He growls hungrily. Leaning down Chanyeol licks a slow yet gentle drag up against your pussy, tasting the tang of both his and your juices. Of your cum. He moans at the acquired taste, the vibrations bringing an added delight, causing you to grip the duvet beneath you, knuckles whitening. Although, the blankets weren’t giving you much of a leverage so in advance you fetch for something else. Your boyfriend’s hair seemed sufficient. It was when you had that Chanyeol picks up the tempo of his tongue, licking, nipping, suckling ect. at the tender areas of your cunt. You wantonly beg for more of that skilled tongue.

Chanyeol gladly takes your plead.

Angling his head an inch Chanyeol begins to swirl his tongue in a clockwise motion, sucking sloppily at the peril of your clit before he adds his fingers again. Thrusting them in deep and harsh, jaw moving in time with his tongue to stimulate the sensations further.

Oh god was it working.

On the contrast you were a crying moaning mess below him, tears cornering your eyes at the overwhelming rapture of both the deft appendages. “H-harder, deeper. Channie, faster!” You panted heavily, the cries you’re mustering loud enough to dry your throat, bouncing off the hollow walls of the apartment.

Chanyeol like an obedient puppy obeys, the taut grip on his hair going unnoticed to him as he carries on. He digs his tongue to circle your slit now, sliding it in with the digits, lapping up the sweet, delicious taste of your cum, walls tight and squeezed around his fingers as he thrusts them in and out roughly yet not once removing them completely. “Oh, fuck! Channie, don’t hold back. D-don’t stop.”

He does this for a while until you you feel yourself nearing another climax and you pull Chanyeol off by his hair. You regret it but you want to have him within you when you cum, to have him feel your walls grip him. Chanyeol just smirks in triumph, meeting your eyes with desire-filled orbs, tongue seductively leaving his mouth to lick up his swollen lips, fingers not long after. He groans at the taste before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You whimper at the dirtiness of it, before leaning up to pull him forward, lips sliding with one another passionately. You taste yourself on his tongue instantly, the bitter unpleasant taste lingers in your mouth as you pull back.

“No more teasing, baby, please, I can’t handle it any longer, I need you inside me.” You breathe against his cheek, fingers far from gentle behind his back.

Chanyeol is quick to concur with you. Lifting you from the small of your back he scoots you up to the head of the bed, back against the plush pillows. He bites your earlobe, hissing. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” You shiver in greedy anticipation, his hands lifting you up onto his lap where he wraps your legs around his sharp hipbones till your practically sitting on his thighs. “—you’ll be bruised from the inside out when I’m finished with you.”

“Oh god yes!” After hearing your excitement he grins satisfied.

Once positioned himself to your dripping hole, he doesn’t waste any time and hastily forces his hips forward, stuffing you full of his cock in one swift thrust, your walls instantly clenching around the intrusion. A muffled scream falls from your lips at the forgotten feeling of his big cock, while he grunts in the euphoria of what he’s longed.

“F-fuck baby, how are you still so tight? God you take my cock so well.” Chanyeol pants, fingers digging into your back as he forces himself to remain completely still so you could adjust to his girth. Still with the way your muscles were convulsing and restricted only heighten his need to move.

You whine, wincing in pain as your insides still have yet to remember the feeling of being stuffed full. Luckily the pain dissipates minutes later and your limbs around him tighten. “M-move please baby,” you plead, needing that delicious movement. Chanyeol nods, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, a strained gasp falling from both your lips at the notion.

He sets a rigid pace, thrusting in and out of your warmth repeatedly to excite enticing whines out of you. It has been so long for the both of you that Chanyeol’s hip movements were anything but sweet, his thrusts far from docile and yet you find it all the more appealing.

Chanyeol grunts into your neck, pulling out completely just to shove back in with more force than the last, eliciting a shrilling cry of bliss to erupt from your throat. “Harder.. faster.” You cry, tossing your head back, mouth wide to let out the unfamiliar noises he was forcing out of you. Chanyeol complies, breath loud against your neck, hips picking up pace, to where he was literally pistioning into your cunt. They were so powerful that your back slid up the headboard with each thrust. The slight squeak the bed makes as he continues without rest.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good baby, you’re already bringing me closer to the edge. You suck me right in.” He groans, burying his cock deep inside you, rolling his hips against your pelvis in search for that one sweet spot he knew would without doubt get you keen in overwhelming desire. It was when you gasp louder than usual that he knew he’d found it. So pulling out to the tip again, he thrust back in, roughly, aiming at that exact point. Your eyes immediately roll back in their sockets, and you mewl, toes curling, nails raking down his spine. “AHHH! Chanyeol! Yes! Right there!”

You sigh deeply, breath hitching in your chest as he does exactly that, slamming his cock in and out of you, angling only at the one area. The room now only consist of is both your loud breaths of pleasure along with the wet obscene sounds of skin slipping skin. The sound of his balls against your ass. Chanyeol eagerly intent on bringing you to attain your satisfaction first, slides a hand down your chest until he has your clit between his fingers, rubbing you in time with his hard thrust to reach your completion.

Your moans were growing louder the closer you got, breast bouncing with the strength Chanyeol hips were creating between your legs. You gasp, your thighs on reflex moving to close around his waist so to prolong your orgasm, (what good that was doing), the heels of your feel digging into his ass. “I-I’m close, Channie, don’t stop… Don’t stop.”

Chanyeol’s own noises were getting louder, more sexier as he too was reaching his limit, and in his determination to get you off he strokes you more frequently, fucking your tight warmth harder, more deeper. The combination of his cock and fingers on your heated body alone was definitely working wonders on your senses and the tightening in the pit of your stomach was appearing more intense than the last. Your toes curl harder and you cry loudly, Chanyeol seeing this leans forward to capture your lips with his own, swallowing your moans.

You body begins to tremble and you break the kiss abruptly. Your voice overly hoarse as you scream Chanyeol name, your climax finally hitting you. And it makes sure to hit you hard. Said person growls dryly in retaliation, the walls of your cunt tightening almost impossibly around his cock. That alone is all it takes for your boyfriend to reach his pinnacle as well and in one last powerful thrust he’s trembling with you, spilling ropes of white, painting your walls in his cum, your name beautifully falling from his lips.

Both you and Chanyeol grow limp, breathing ragged and harsh against each others sweaty skin. “I bet…” he pants. “—I bet that was better than your fingers, huh?” You let out a short breath, nodding tiredly. You immediately groan when Chanyeol moves to lie his head on your chest, the softening yet still slightly hard dick within you moving against your oversensitive walls.

Once your breathing settles and you get the feeling back into your numb legs you run a hand up your boyfriends back, fingering the small scratches you had given him before you card the fingers through his damp hair. “We— we have to do that again, it was just so perfect.” You admit out of breath. Chanyeol merely grunts a noise of agreement before you’re met with his stunning gaze.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He leans up to where he can murmur in your ear, “I hope you’re ready for a second round.” He smirks smugly and you let out a nervous laugh.

“You’re not serious… Right?” You ask eyes wide, you didn’t even know if your body could take his animalistic thrusts again.

“How about the shower this time?” He suggests.

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