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Author: goopeculiar

Pairing: Chanyeol/Joonmyun

Rating: R

Summary:  Chanyeol plays billiards and Joonmyun falls hard.

Note: When I was on my old laptop when my present laptop was getting fixed, my bookmarks folder from there synced to here, and I’m now going through them. I realized I never put this fic on here and it’s so good so why!! Also I remember following this blog religiously for good fic recs. So, thank you if you ever see this!

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[goopeculiar]

pairing: chanyeol/joonmyun. word count: 1950. rating: R. a/n: this story was brought to you by  park  chanyeol  playing  billiards.  happy bday. ;))))))))))

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There are not a lot of things in life Chanyeol regrets. He is generally shameless and prides himself on this fact as it makes his clumsy existence much easier to handle without curling into a ball of mortification every other day because he did something stupid.

One thing he does end up regretting, however, is challenging Joonmyun to a game of pool.

It's late, and Joonmyun has come to send Chanyeol off to bed like the responsible little RA slash fussy Mom Friend that he is. “One last game,” Chanyeol pleads. “Play with me.” Joonmyun purses his lips and forms a cute, little crease between his brows as he considers, but he eventually accepts and goes off to pick a cue. Chanyeol grins to himself. This should be fun.

“What's at stake?” Joonmyun asks while chalking the tip of a stick that's almost as tall as he is. The frat house common room is empty save for the two of them at this late hour, which is, in Chanyeol's opinion, a damn shame. That means no one else is around to witness Joonmyun getting his ass whooped. “What do I get when I win?”

“Whatever you want,” Chanyeol replies. If he wasn't so busy thinking about all the things he's going to make Joonmyun do when he inevitably loses to Self-proclaimed Pool Champion Park Chanyeol (homework, laundry, cleaning), he would've noticed the dangerous flash in Joonmyun's eyes. But he doesn't, and he lets Joonmyun go first because he's a generous soul like that.

As the game progresses, Chanyeol realizes that he has probably made a big mistake. He can only watch so many balls get pocketed before he stops calling it Beginner's Luck, and as the Eight-ball ricochets off the rails and rolls easily and smoothly into its pre-determined pocket, leaving only Chanyeol's remaining balls on the table, he knows he's been fooled. Joonmyun stands up straight. The smile on his face is beatific as always. “Did I ever mention I've played semi-professionally?”

Chanyeol clenches his jaw. “No,” he grits out. “No, you did not.”

“Ah,” Joonmyun says. He is smiling so, so brightly. Chanyeol swears he can hear a fucking choir of angels singing somewhere in the distance. ”Must have slipped my mind.”

“Must have.” Chanyeol really doesn't like losing. Even if the person he's losing to is Joonmyun. “So. You won. What do you want from me?”

Once more, Joonmyun purses his lips and furrows his brow. Chanyeol recognizes it as his Thinking Face. This time, however, it's accompanied by Joonmyun dragging his eyes down Chanyeol's body in a way that makes Chanyeol's skin prickle. He swallows thickly, staring at the way Joonmyun's small but strong hand stays wrapped around his cue. Finally, Joonmyun exhales a sigh. “I don't want anything,” he says. “Just go to bed. Don't you have an early class tomorrow?”

Chanyeol does, but... “No,” he insists. “You won fair and square. A deal is a deal.”

“Alright,” Joonmyun finally says after thinking about it some more. “How about I just punish you?”

“Punish?”

“Yeah.” Joonmyun spins his stick around his hand, an effortless gesture. “Go ahead and bend over the table, and I'll give you a few good smacks with this thing.”

“What the fuck?” Chanyeol sputters. Partially because that is such a weird suggestion. Partially because he finds that he's actually considering going along with it. “Are you for real? What the hell kinda prize is that?” A tempting one, his brain supplies, but he ignores it.

Joonmyun shrugs. He's still casually twirling his cue with the ease of someone who's very familiar with the thing. Chanyeol wonders how he never knew this before. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Joonmyun. “I can think of several people who would pay good money to watch you getting your ass beat.” Chanyeol makes an affronted noise. Joonmyun just continues to smile. “It's okay if you want to call it off, though. I just thought you were very set on this whole reward thing. Thought you were up for the challenge.”

Chanyeol grinds his teeth. He knows that Joonmyun is trying to bait him, and he hates that it's working. “Fine,” he spits out. He walks around to the head of the table, bending over with his elbows against the green baize and his legs spread apart further than he's comfortable with to make the angle easier on his back. It's difficult to come across as defiant when you're in such a submissive position, but he tries to anyway as he stares Joonmyun directly in the eye.

Joonmyun appears to be surprised that Chanyeol is actually willingly complying. At the same time, he also looks very pleased, which is what makes Chanyeol's confidence tick down a few notches as his stomach does a nauseating flip. “So we're really doing this?”

“It's what you want, isn't it?” Chanyeol sneers. Acting hostile and standoffish is easier than trying to figure out why his heart is racing so wildly, why his cheeks feel like they're burning hot.

“Yes.” Joonmyun's voice is nearly a whisper. His tone only adds to the thick tension that surrounds them like a cloak. Chanyeol drops his head and lets it hang, but he can hear Joonmyun slowly walking around the table to stand behind him, and his body tenses up in anticipation.

The first touch against Chanyeol's backside has him jolting, until he realizes it's just Joonmyun's hand. “Dude, are you groping my ass right now?” Chanyeol huffs. “That's, like, really gay.” With his back turned like this, he can't see Joonmyun's face, and the silence is making him weirdly antsy. He ends up flinching at the light hit of the tip of Joonmyun's pool cue, nothing more than a tap, but surprising nevertheless. “Uhm, a bit of warning next time, maybe?”

“Sorry,” Joonmyun says, even though he doesn't sound it. Not at all. “Are you ready?”

No, Chanyeol wants to laugh. He was never a big fan of pain and getting beaten with a wooden stick is more than likely going to hurt. “Yeah,” he says and closes his eyes.

Chanyeol's own breathing sounds too loud in his ears, as does the rapid pounding of his heart. He can't hear Joonmyun at all, not until there is a sharp intake of breath, and then the first hit lands on Chanyeol's ass with a thud. The edge of the pool table digs into his thighs when he lurches forward, gasping. It wasn't even that hard of a hard hit, probably just testing the waters, but it still stings. A second one comes shortly after, lower this time, and harder. A groan escapes Chanyeol, unbidden. “Okay?” Joonmyun asks. He sounds annoyingly unaffected.

“I'm fine,” Chanyeol spits. “Keep going. Get it over with.” Park Chanyeol is not known for giving up. The next strike startles him as well. After that, he starts slowly getting used to it. It's a steady rhythm of a swipe, two counts, a swipe, two counts, all similar in strength and intensity, but varying in position – some hits land straight on his ass, some land across the backs of his thighs, some nearly reach the small of his back, some are focused on one buttock, then the other. It's almost as if Joonmyun has done this before, as if he has enough practice to know how to aim his swings. Maybe he has. Chanyeol can't decide if that thought is terrifying or intriguing, but it makes his head spin all the same. He clenches his fists so hard his blunt nails dig into his palms.

Each impact elicits a groan, shakes an exhale loose from Chanyeol's throat, and when Joonmyun stops, Chanyeol is panting. His blood is a roar in his ears. Now that the hits are no longer raining down on him, the dull throb in his backside starts to bloom and spread, and he knows that he's going to be bruised black and blue come morning. Chanyeol also realizes, belatedly, that he might not mind the pain as much as he had initially thought he would, because he's hard. Confused, trembling, and achingly, embarrassingly hard. He lets out a choked laugh. Fuck.

A hand on Chanyeol's hip has him shuddering. The touch is gentle, but Joonmyun's voice is not when he says: “Stand up straight. Turn around and look at me.” It's almost scary how quickly Chanyeol scrambles to obey him. A reflex response. If he had spent more time thinking about it, he definitely would not have turned around and exposed his shame to Joonmyun like this. Here he is, though. Here he is, facing Joonmyun, who is still holding that goddamn pool cue in one small hand. With his other hand, he reaches up to swipe his thumb over the teeth marks in Chanyeol's bottom lip where he bit down to keep himself quiet. “That was twenty,” he mutters. “I'm done.”

“Already?” Chanyeol blurts out without meaning to. He clenches his fists again. Fuck.

Something dark flashes through Joonmyun's eyes. There's perspiration beaded along his hairline and on his cupid's bow, as if he worked up a sweat while spanking Chanyeol with that fucking stick. Chanyeol kind of wants to lean in and have a taste. He doesn't. “You want more?” Joonmyun asks. He sounds amused, but there is an undertone of something else as well, a tone Chanyeol can't quite pinpoint. Joonmyun rests his palm against Chanyeol's cheek. “I can give you more. But know that this was just warming up for me. If we keep going, things are going to be... different.” Joonmyun is half a head shorter than Chanyeol, and he's usually bright and bubbly. Right now, his intimidating aura makes Chanyeol feel so, so small. “Are you really sure you want that?”

Chanyeol hesitates. Chanyeol considers. Chanyeol snaps out of it. “No,” he blurts out. Because it absolutely terrifies him how much he wants to say yes, please.

Joonmyun seems disappointed by this, but smiles nonetheless. “I didn't think so.” He pulls his hand away, taking a step back, and Chanyeol nearly follows his touch like a needy puppy aching for affection. Thankfully, he manages to stop his own actions before he embarrasses himself even further. He leans his weight back on the pool table to steady his weary body. Only now does Joonmyun seem to take in Chanyeol's state – glassy eyes, ragged breathing, the very obvious tent Chanyeol is pitching in his sweatpants. Joonmyun's smile widens when his gaze lands on the latter and stays there. “Oh.” He looks like a predator. Chanyeol's heart races. “Maybe next time, then.”

It's a promise that sends a jolt through Chanyeol. He feels so unlike his usual overconfident self, and to be honest, it's starting to freak him out a little. A lot. “I-I... should go.”

“Yeah.” Joonmyun takes another step back, and Chanyeol, stiffly, motions to leave. He jumps when Joonmyun pats his sore ass. “Off to bed with you.” At any other time, a comment like that spoken in such a dulcet tone, even accompanied by an action like that, would not have resulted in any raised eyebrows from Chanyeol. But when he's sporting a boner so hard it can cut through glass, and Joonmyun is aware of it, all it does is make Chanyeol's knees turn to jelly.

As fast as Chanyeol's shaky legs can carry him, he staggers out of the common area, up the stairs, into his own room, where he faceplants onto the bed and immediately shoves a hand down the front of his pants. He bites into his pillow when he spills over his fingers, and the name trapped behind his teeth is disturbingly familiar.

[commongoo]

Fall in Love This Christmas

pairing: chanmyun. word count: 6100. rating: pg-13. genre: gross fluff. warning(s): drinking? getting (very) drunk? does that warrant a warning? summary: chanyeol is hopeless and in love. or hopelessly in love.

[fuckyeahsuyeol]

+ Farewell!

After months of heavy contemplation, I've finally decided to hand over this blog to people who are actually interested in keeping this running. I'd like to apologize to my friend, Amelie (@percaline), who helped me founded this blog out of a mutual love for the ship. Sadly, I've fallen out of love with EXO and KPOP as a whole for almost two years now. I thought it best to give this blog to someone else who are keen on keeping it up and updating it and whatnot. So thank you so much for your continuous support throughout these months, despite being such a small OTP and having a small amount of everything. You guys have made it such an awesome experience to run this blog and I only wished that I had more time to talk to all of you and vice versa. I hope you guys treat the new admins (two of them, I don't know if they want to introduce themselves) nicely and give them grace as they plan to renovate everything, including tags (which are a HUGE pain in the ass). So again, thank you so very much (and to those who messaged me when I asked for admin help, I'm so thankful and so very sorry I only had spots for two people). I hope that you guys keep loving KPOP and EXO and most of all, Suyeol/Chanmyun. It's been honestly so great and I hope you miss me!

- Admin E (@flightportraits)

[commongoo]

Nobody Does It Like You

pairing: suyeol, chanmyun, whatever you wanna call it. word count: 2900. rating: nc-17. genre: pwp. am I capable of anything else? warning(s): rimming and creampie...ing. also, fluffy sex? sort of??? summary: chanyeol is a tease (joonmyun loves it).

[fysuyeol]

The Pinkish Glow

Fandom: EXO

Pairing: SuYeol (Suho x Chanyeol)

Rating: nc-17

Length: About 800 words

Summary: His favorite part of Valentine's Day is the confidence it gives him so professions of love and whispers of sweet nothings can easily roll off of his tongue. He likes those because they help put Chanyeol in the mood for a night of snuggling between sweet kisses and more heated ones that have the potential to escalate further, but usually don't. This Valentine's Day, though, they do.

     Ever since he's started going steady with Chanyeol, Suho's loved Valentine's day. He loves the chocolates, the flowers, the colorful baked goods -- all of it. There isn't one aspect of the holiday that Suho doesn't find himself totally enthusiastic about. The pinkish glow of Valentine's day is highly admirable in Suho's eyes, so the least he can do to show his love for the holiday is to favor select aspects of it over others.

     His absolute favorite part of Valentine's Day is definitely the boost of confidence it gives him so professions of love and whispers of sweet nothings can easily roll off of his tongue. He especially likes those because they help put Chanyeol in the mood for a night of endless snuggling between sweet kisses and more heated ones that have the potential to escalate further, although they usually don't.

     This Valentine's Day, though, they do.

     Tonight, Suho's on his knees in front of Chanyeol in the bathroom, the rapper's cock filling his mouth as Chanyeol holds his bangs away from his face. His lips are stretched prettily around the skin, and even though the white, frilly pair of panties that cups his pert ass is a little too tight around the thighs, Suho feels good. He's showing Chanyeol just how much he's loved and that is exactly what Suho loves doing, especially on Valentine's Day.

     The way Suho's heavily-lined eyes leer up at Chanyeol's face while he sucks is absolutely beautiful and Chanyeol can't help but to smile softly between moans at his boyfriend. He's always loved the way Suho dolls himself up on special holidays, hair gently curled and skin softened underneath a layer of baby powder, just so Chanyeol's as pleased as he can be with his day. Suho's very good at making Chanyeol feel appreciated, and the lacy garter digging into his supple thigh is definitely an added visual bonus.

     When Suho starts willingly gagging himself on Chanyeol's erection, Chanyeol's knees buckling at the wet, dirty noises his boyfriend's mouth is making as Suho's nose barely tickles his pubic bone, Suho brings one of his pale hands up and wraps it around the base of Chanyeol's cock to cover what's too difficult for his mouth to. The way his fingers struggle to fit all the way around the engorged base is arousing to Chanyeol. Suho's so little compared to the rapper, so fragile and petite, and Chanyeol thinks having a tiny partner like Suho all wrapped up in lingerie and sucking his dick is perfect.

     Suho pulls off of Chanyeol's erection to catch his breath after a few more deep sucks, pupils blown and lips glistening under saliva and precum, dark eyes trained with childlike amusement on the rapper's angry cock. The salacious glance he casts up at Chanyeol when his lips wrap eagerly around the head is enough to send Chanyeol flying over the edge.

     Chanyeol's cum pours out over the planes of Suho's angelic face, hugging the curves of his cheeks and tracing the dip between his lips. Suho's tongue pokes out to collect the cum from the corners of his mouth, but Chanyeol's still in the middle of his orgasm. In one final, powerful wave of pleasure, the rapper's semen catches in Suho's eyelashes. The contrast of the white of Chanyeol's essence against the black of Suho's eyelashes is pretty, the rapper thinks.

     Suho's fist doesn't stop moving along Chanyeol's shaft until Chanyeol pulls it off. Legs weak, he kneels down on the floor next to his boyfriend and slumps against his shoulder, tracing the garter around Suho's thigh with his long index finger. Suho laves Chanyeol's face with butterfly kisses and their hands fine each other's, fingers interlocking. The adoration that radiates between the two is almost tangible.

     "Suho," Chanyeol breathes when there's enough air filling his lungs to speak. "I love you."

     And even though it's not much -- the three-word phrase is almost a cliche by today's standards -- Suho really feels the truth behind the profession deep inside his chest. It makes his heart ache but not in a painful way, and Suho knows then that he wants to make love to Chanyeol tonight for hours on end, until the sun peeks over the horizon and paints the sky blue.

     Just like what he's read in cheesy romance novels that have that same distinctive pinkish glow as his favorite holiday, Valentine's Day.

[goopeculiar]

pairing: implied!chanmyun (but mostly kyungsoo being the only sane person in a world inhabited by little shits such as byun baekhyun and kim jongin). word count: 765. rating: what is rating. what does it mean. a/n: totally related to ☆･ﾟ:* this *:･ﾟ☆. everything is bonnie's fault. I quit. c:

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Kyungsoo has been a member of EXO for long enough to be able to practically smell trouble by now and trouble is exactly what he senses in the air the moment the front door opens before him. For a couple of moments he hesitates on the doorstep as he listens to the silence he's met with. It's eerie considering the fact that six young boys are supposed to live in that dorm. Even when they get home after an entire day of dance practice it's never this quiet, there's always someone bickering about who gets the shower first.

Whenever Kyungsoo volunteers to go to the store - he doesn't trust anyone other than himself and maybe Joonmyun to do the grocery shopping - there's always at least one person waiting for him when he gets back. But today, unlike other days, there's no sound of Chanyeol laughing out loud, no Baekhyun nagging, no maknaes pouring into the hallway to wrestle the bags out of Kyungsoo's hands to loot them for snacks, no Joonmyun rushing over to help him unpack, no music, no TV, no nothing. And it's unsettling.

As Kyungsoo ventures further into the dorm he is soon greeted with the view of Baekhyun and Jongin's backsides as they stand huddled together by the open doorway that leads to the living room. They're peeking inside, whispering to each other almost inaudibly, and Kyungsoo looks at them for a while before finally asking: "What are you doing?"

Both guys jump and spin around quickly to stare at him with wide eyes. Baekhyun seems to collect himself first. "Shh," he hisses and Jongin approaches Kyungsoo to grab him by the wrist and drag him over to the doorway as well. Rather than answering the question that was asked, Baekhyun makes a bunch of weird, flailing motions that Kyungsoo eventually, after some seconds of thinking, interprets as a gesture telling him to take a look. So he does.

Without saying a word he hides behind the wall and he leans in enough to be able to cast a glance into the living room to see what has the others worked up like this. On the couch is Chanyeol and Joonmyun, both of whom seem thoroughly uncomfortable with the current situation, whatever it is. They're just sitting there, fidgeting awkwardly and without looking at each other. Kyungsoo stands back upright and they disappear from his view. "What's going on?" he asks, this time in a whisper.

"Remember that one time we told Chanyeol that Suho probably tastes like vanilla because he's so white?" Baekhyun asks as Jongin has to stifle a snort with his palm.

Kyungsoo frowns. He does remember. He also remembers Joonmyun almost running him down in his rush to get to the bathroom after it had happened and how Joonmyun has developed a tendency to blush every time he as much as looks in Chanyeol's general direction these days. "Yeah?" Kyungsoo responds warily, he's pretty sure he's not going to like whatever's coming next.

"Well," Jongin drawls. "He complained that Suho-hyung didn't taste like vanilla at all so we told him that he'd done it the wrong way and that he had to... had to..." The rest of his sentence is drowned out by giggles. Kyungsoo's expression darkens.

"Basically we told him he had to, you know..." Baekhyun does a lewd hand gesture to accompany his words. "...extract the vanilla cream... somehow." The other's words makes Jongin double over with laughter and he stumbles towards the kitchen because he knows he can't keep quiet. Baekhyun looks incredibly pleased with himself, smirking. Kyungsoo isn't amused at all. The other male can tell. He nudges him with his elbow. "Lighten up, Soo. It's not like Chanyeol is actually going to make a move on Suho. There's no way he's stupid enough to-"

The sound of a loud moan cuts Baekhyun off. His grin fades. For a few moments the two of them stare at each other, wide-eyed and speechless. Then, slowly, simultaneously, they lean forward to peek into the living room again. What they see has Baekhyun sputtering and Kyungsoo squeaks and flushes bright red before he stalks off to the kitchen, shoving past a now calmed down yet utterly confused Jongin. Kyungsoo disappears, muttering expletives under his breath, and Jongin turns his head back to look at Baekhyun who seems to have collapsed. "What happened?"

"Chanyeol is stupid," Baekhyun whines and Jongin isn't entirely sure what that's supposed to mean but he is sure it's better if he stays away from the living room for a while.

[fysuyeol]

Coconut Angel

Fandom: EXO

Pairing: SuYeol (Suho x Chanyeol)

Rating: nc-17

Length: About 800 words

Summary: Times like these are when Chanyeol throws away his suspicions and settles on the idea Suho really is an angel. A coconut-scented angel.

          It's early, probably about eight, when Chanyeol wakes up to a small, warm hand tugging gently on his dick and a nose full of the coconut-scented shampoo Suho uses every night in the shower. His half-asleep arm is tucked underneath Suho's head, the red-brown locks tickling his skin, and Chanyeol wants to move it but the way Suho's hand is working his shaft makes everything else of Chanyeol's stop working.

     Chanyeol's tired, and he kind of slightly doesn't want to do this right now, but Suho's always been very good at getting what he wants.

     "Chanyeol, please."

     Even though it's barely a breath of a whisper, Chanyeol complies anyway because he decides he really can't say no to Suho when they're already naked underneath the sheets, Suho's back pressed flush into Chanyeol's front. Suho's really beautiful right now, skin glowing in the morning light underneath a previous round of sex and eyeliner smudged messily around his eyes just like Chanyeol likes it.

     Chanyeol's cold fingers skitter over the inside of Suho's thigh before lifting it, the freezing air that's flooding in from the open window sending a wave of chills down Suho's spine. He shudders when Chanyeol pushes inside, partly because Chanyeol fits him so well and partly it feels nice to be full again after last night and partly because wow, it really is cold. 

     Chanyeol drags a few wet kisses over the back of Suho's neck before he starts moving his hips and Suho moans because Chanyeol feels so good inside him like that. He'll never be able to get enough of the way Chanyeol stretches him so pleasantly no matter how thoroughly he's been prepared.

     Lucky for Suho, Chanyeol feels the same.

     It's lazy sex; everything from the rhythmic rocking of Chanyeol's hips into Suho's heat down to the way Suho's fingers curl around the sheets is slow and deliberate, but it still feels incredible. Suho lets out little gasps every time Chanyeol brushes against his sweet spot and Chanyeol wishes he could see the look on Suho's face, but the way his head tosses back and forth on Chanyeol's arm is enough for Chanyeol to know Suho's really enjoying this.

     As they near their climaxes, bodies beginning to tremble and hips beginning to falter, Suho remembers why he's so addicted to Chanyeol's sex. Chnayeol has a unique way of making Suho feel absolutely beautiful when they lie like this, and Suho loves it. Maybe it's the way Chanyeol nuzzles Suho's hair or maybe it's the way Chanyeol presses tender kisses to his ear between each thrust that makes Suho blush like a virgin. He'll never know for sure, but whatever it is, Suho adores Chanyeol for it.

     Suho arcs away from Chanyeol when he comes, his fingernails digging into the sheets and Chanyeol's name spilling from his pink lips over and over and over again. His eyelashes are fluttering against his cheeks as his orgasm pulses through his veins and Chanyeol takes his hand, linking their fingers together. Suho likes it when Chanyeol holds his hand as he comes. It makes him feel loved like he's never felt before.

     A few languid rolls more of Chanyeol's hips into Suho's core and Chanyeol's coming, too, his teeth clenched and his brow furrowed. Groaning out Suho's name, he presses his lips to the back of Suho's neck and holds them there as his thrusts slow gradually to a stop. Suho can feel Chanyeol's come dripping down his thighs and he lets out a deep sigh because it feels good and he finds himself wishing this moment of post-coital bliss could last forever.

     When Suho turns in Chanyeol's arms to snuggle into his chest, Chanyeol plants a kiss to his heart-shaped lips because he's glowing twice as bright now and Chanyeol thinks it's absolutely gorgeous. Suho's practically an angel.

     Because Chanyeol's arms are warm and gentle, Suho falls asleep quickly to the steady beat of Chanyeol's heart. It's a different kind of rhythm than Chanyeol's thrusts, but it's just as endearing, if not more. Chanyeol's happy to stay awake a while longer. This way, he can admire Suho's naked and glistening frame in the sunlight without being thrown incredulous glances.

     Times like these are when Chanyeol throws away his suspicions and settles on the idea Suho really is an angel.

     A coconut-scented angel.