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Neighbors Know My Name

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,433

Summary: You hide in the closet but something you weren’t expecting happens.

A/N: Here. Have a Chanyeol smut. Prompt idea taken from @cloudylester, thank you for the inspo! Masterlist is here, as always.

You slipped through the door after work, silent and undetected. You weren’t sure if Chanyeol was home yet, but the bathroom door was closed and the light was on, a surefire indicator that someone was in your house, at least. You heard a bang and your boyfriend yowled in pain, then the toilet flushed. You knew you had about two seconds before that door opened, so you slipped into the closet in your room, closing the door to it while the evil gears turned in your mind.

I’ll just hide in here until he’s completely oblivious, it’s gonna scare the shit out of him, you thought, a grin spreading across your face as you thought of his reaction.

Chanyeol flung the door of the bathroom open just as you began to giggle to yourself, the sound (thankfully) muffling your giggles. Your shirtless boyfriend grabbed the box of tissues from the bedside table and closed the bedroom door behind him. He set the tissues on the bed and pulled off his sweats, sighing deeply as he sat on the edge of the bed in just his black boxer briefs. He laid back into the plush crimson duvet, his hands beginning to roam delicately over his own body. He closed his eyes, fingertips tracing a line from his perfect bellybutton to his throat. “Ah, Y/N, that feels so good,” he said aloud. His member was standing at attention in his boxers, and ever-so-slowly, he rubbed his left hand over the bulge, his right hand still at his throat. He drew patterns into his skin, feather-light and agonizing for you to watch. You wanted him, right then and there, but you settled for a light sigh as you watched through the slats of the closet door.

His hand slipped underneath the band of his boxers, palming at his member lightly before deciding to ditch them altogether. Chanyeol moved to the center of the bed and kicked out of his briefs, still breathing slowly, his long, hard dick resting against his stomach. You realized you were blushing, and even though you’d seen him naked a million times in the two years you’d been together, he’d never not known you were watching him. You were already soaked, and he had hardly begun. This was new– completely new, and so exciting.

Chanyeol took his time with himself, running his hands over his abs the same way you did when you were teasing him. You let out a low whine, the heat pooling in your core within seconds, the need to be filled growing stronger at the way he teased himself, forgetting that you were supposed to be silent. He didn’t seem to notice as he continued, the same hand that slipped over his abs now sliding its way over his right thigh. He dug his nails into his own skin, causing a breath to spring from his lungs, his lips parting with the force of it. He ran his other hand over his left thigh, teasing lightly in the divot of his hip.

He looked up, toward the closet as your breath hitched, the dark look on his face lingering momentarily. He slipped his right index finger lightly over his member, gently and deliberately as his gaze shifted to the wall. Chanyeol let out a sigh, low and breathy as his hands roamed over his own body. You bit your lip, the urge to bust open the door and take him for yourself almost overwhelming. He tipped his head back and wrapped his right thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft, hand moving ever so slowly while his left hand braced the covers.

The way his Adam’s apple stuck out made your hands itch to touch him, made you itch to put your mouth on every inch of his bare skin as he stroked himself agonizingly slowly. He moaned softly, the low sound sending tingles clear to your toes. You almost couldn’t help yourself as your hand moved to brace the closet door, his hips beginning to roll gently into his hand. “Fuck,” you breathed into the cool air of the dark closet.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed at the same time that you did, his hand still slowly moving up his shaft. He’d reached the head of his cock. He rubbed his thumb over his swollen pink tip, gently and so fucking slowly. You grinned to yourself, licking your upper lip seductively even though he couldn’t see it. Chanyeol sighed deeply, his voice mixing with the breath leaving his lips. The heat in your core was almost too much to handle at this point, and you slipped a hand under the band of your pants and into your panties, sliding your fingers slowly over your clit.

He rolled his hips slightly faster into his hand, breathing harder. You could see the precum leaking from his tip, even through the slats in the closet door. You sighed heavily, your own fingers moving faster inside your panties. His dark gaze fixed on the closet, his hand pumping faster around his dripping cock, the precum now rolling off the back of his hand. You couldn’t keep a moan from falling out of your mouth, and you clapped a hand over it to keep yourself quiet, but it was too late.

Chanyeol grinned. He’d heard you. He moved his left hand from the bed in a come-hither motion.

“Get out here. Now. I need you,” he demanded breathlessly.

You did as you were told, barrelling through the door with reckless abandon. You didn’t give a shit if the neighbors heard. You dropped your pants and panties, ripping off your shirt and reaching back to unclasp your bra within seconds. You stood completely naked at the edge of the bed, and Chanyeol reached for you with his left hand while his right stayed on his member, which was now twitching from lack of friction.

“Fuck, come here,” he breathed. You obliged and climbed on top of him, his left hand now holding onto you as he slipped his cock between your folds, teasing you for just a second before sliding his length into your entrance. “Jesus, baby, you’re soaked.”

You grinned sheepishly, your cheeks reddening. Chanyeol’s hands slid to brace your hips and he began to bounce you mercilessly against him, your titties bouncing in time with your body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck– Chanyeol!” you were breathless already, screaming as he pounded into you.

“God, baby, say my name,” he whispered, his hands moving to squeeze your breasts, rolling your nipples in his fingers. You continued to bounce, yelling his name while he met your thrusts. He slipped a hand to your ass, slapping it with light force, knowing how sensitive that area was. You grinned down at him, and he smiled back at you, sitting up and pressing a kiss to your chest.

With the new position, he wrapped his arms around you, still bouncing you with as much force as he could manage, barely pulling out of you with every thrust. Your right hand threaded through his hair as he fucked you, the left bracing his shoulder, nails digging into him. He pounded into you, your hips now slapping against his. You were close, and he could feel it. He moved your hand from his hair, pressing it to your clit. “Touch yourself for me,” he growled, and you grinned as he leaned back just enough that he could see it. Your hand rubbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing a new and delicious sensation as he held onto your shoulders now, pulling you against him repeatedly. The roughness of his big hands combined with the way he was fucking you was a welcome, beautifully contrasting awareness, and you reveled in it.

“Fuck, Chanyeol,” you mewled, your fingers dancing in time with his dick. You rolled your hips against him, his grip on your shoulders tightening, his abs twitching as your walls started to collapse. “Y/N, I’m gonna–” he said as the coil in your abdomen snapped, causing you to fall over the edge of orgasm. “Chanyeol! Oh, god, Chanyeol– fuck!” you said, your walls clenching deliciously around his cock. He was coming now, too, his dick twitching inside you with the force of his orgasm. “Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his hands slipping back to your hips and rolling them as he rode out his high.

You grinned down at him, and he kissed you gently.

“So, are you gonna tell me why you were in the closet?” He breathed.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you whispered, kissing him again.

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