fuck it, now i'm running with you !
⟡ summary: your best friend was sending you his gym photos, bragging about his physical change, until he accidentally sent you a nude.
⟡ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, non idol au, (not much) plot with porn, best friend to fwb, praising, manhandling, oral sex (both receiving), pussydrunk!yeol, fingering, unprotected sex, doggy, p i v, messy sex (spit, sweat, cum), cum shot, bigdick!chanyeol x f!reader | word count: 3,1k words
⟡ a/note: oh my god... blame him for this one, he's been messing with my head so much lately and i'm weak !! please, pleaaase read the content warnings first, it's way too filthy, so read at your own risk, hehe. pls lmk if i missed something. minors go away !!
“Go away, you’re sweaty!”
Chanyeol was laughing. He didn’t even pause as he headed straight for your bathroom, choosing it simply because it was a few feet closer than his own apartment down the hall.
“I don’t even get why you exercise so much,” you huffed, watching him disappear around the corner. “You haven’t changed at all since you started.”
That hit a nerve. “Say that again!” he shot back, his voice echoing against the bathroom tiles. “I’m gonna show you exactly how buff I’ve gotten.”
Within seconds, your phone began to vibrate uncontrollably in your hand. He was spamming you with every progress photo he could find, from his very first day at the gym to the most recent shot in his camera roll. You looked down at the screen as notification after notification popped up—it was a total digital ambush.
Of course, Park Chanyeol couldn’t just accept a defeat.
You were still wheezing, half-laughing at the sheer absurdity of his desperation, until your thumb swiped onto the most recent photo. The laughter died in your throat. You nearly choked on your own saliva, your eyes widening as the screen displayed something you didn’t expect. Among the mirror shots, he had accidentally included a nude—and yes, he was huge.
“See? Look at my forearm!” Chanyeol crowed, leaning over your shoulder to point at the screen. “You can’t tell me that’s not progress—”
His voice cut off with a sharp, strangled gasp.
“Wait—no, no, no!” he yelped. He lunged forward, his large hands scrambling to snatch the phone out of your grip. “Give me that!”
You managed to get out, though your brain felt like it had short-circuited. You pulled the phone back instinctively, your heart hammering against your ribs. “I-I didn’t mean to—you literally sent it to me!”
“I didn’t mean to send that one!” He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, his face turning red. “I was just selecting everything in the 'progress' folder! I didn’t—I forgot—oh my god, just give it to me!”
Chanyeol lunged, his large frame blurring as he moved to snatch the device from your grip. You instinctively backed away, but your heel caught the edge of the rug, and you tumbled backward onto the sofa. Before you could scramble away, he was there—heavy and solid.
He didn’t mean to pin you, but in his desperation to reach your hand, he ended up hovering directly over you, his arms braced on either side of your torso.
Up close, the buff transformation he had been bragging about was a physical reality. He was radiating heat, his skin still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from his workout that made the hard lines of his shoulders catch the light. He was all red—half from the exertion of his training, half from the sheer mortification of the photo—but he was also all him.
The scent of his cologne mixed with the salt of his skin filled your senses, dizzying and sharp. You looked up, and for the first time, you didn’t see your goofy best friend. You saw the expansion of his chest as he panted, the way his biceps flexed against the cushions, and the intense, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you and your lips.
The atmosphere in the room shifted from frantic to suffocating in a heartbeat. Neither of you noticed the dull thud as your phone slipped from your numb fingers and hit the carpet.
Chanyeol tried to shift, but his thigh pressed firmly between yours, and you felt it—the rigid heat of his cock through his sweetpants, making a light moan escape your throat.
He lost it. He dived down, his mouth crashing against yours with a hunger that felt like he was starving. It was a claim, a desperate attempt to swallow the sound of your voice. Your fingers acted on their own, flying upward to tangle deep in his thick hair, pulling him closer until there was no air left between you.
Chanyeol let out a low, vibrating growl into your mouth, his tongue sweeping past your lips to find yours in a messy rhythm. Instinct took over as he began to rock his hips, settling himself firmly into the cradle of your thighs, groaning directly into your mouth at the friction, the sound rumbling through your entire body.
The heat radiating off him was driving you mad. Your hands slid down from his hair, your palms stinging as they grazed his damp skin, until your fingers hooked under the hem of his black shirt. You yanked it upward, peeling the fabric off in a flash and tossing it blindly into the shadows of the room.
Finally, your hands were free to explore. You traced the broad, hard lines of his shoulders and the deep ridges of his back, marveling at how solid he felt under your touch. He was warm, slick with the remnants of his workout, and every muscle you had joked about earlier was now twitching and tensing under your fingertips.
There was no need for words. In one fluid, powerful motion, Chanyeol gathered you up. You felt like jelly in his arms, your bones melting against the strength of his chest as he carried you the short distance to the bed.
The moment your back hit the mattress, he moved with a frantic hunger, his large hands hooking into the waistband of your sports pants and stripping them away in one sharp tug as you were taking your shirt and bra off. His dark eyes scanned the damp silk of your panties, seeing exactly what he had done to you. Then, he dropped.
Chanyeol buried his face against your cunt, the heat of his breath seeping through the fabric before his tongue followed, delivering a slow, firm lick right over your center. A jagged moan tore from your throat, vibrating through the quiet room.
“Chanyeol... please,” you gasped, your fingers clutching at the bedsheets as your hips arched instinctively toward him.
He looked up at you, his face flushed and his hair a wild mess, a dark, predatory smirk tugging at his lips. “Cute.” He reached up, his large hand splaying over your stomach, his thumb stroking your skin. “You’re soaking wet for me just from a few pictures?”
Chanyeol didn’t wait for an answer. He hooked his fingers into the lace of your panties and peeled them off, tossing them aside without a second thought. He shifted, settling between your knees, his gaze dropping to your exposed slit.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his voice a low register that made your toes curl. “So pretty… and perfect for me. I’m gonna taste every bit of you. You want that, huh?”
“Chanyeol, oh my god—stop talking and just—” you choked out, your head tossing back against the pillow.
He leaned back in, his tongue swirling against your pussy with expert precision, finding your clit and flicking against it until you were shaking.
“Make me.” His hot breath made you shiver. He looked up again, his eyes locking onto yours as he used his fingers to spread you wider. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”
“I-I have,” you confessed, a broken sob of a laugh escaping you as he went back to work, his tongue heavy and insistent. “I want you so bad, Yeol. Please... don’t stop.”
“I’m gonna make sure your little pussy remembers all of me, doll,” he promised, his voice muffled against you.
You jammed your hand over your mouth, biting down on your own palm to stifle the shriek that wanted to tear out of you. Every stroke of his tongue was agonizingly perfect, filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth and the frantic hitching of your breath.
Chanyeol looked up for a split second, his chin glistening, his eyes dark with a mix of pride and pure, unadulterated hunger. “Don’t hide it,” he growled against your inner thigh. “Lemme hear you, doll.”
“Yeol... please,” you whimpered as you finally pulled your hand away from your mouth. “You’re—you’re gonna break me—”
Before you could even process it, he slid two long fingers inside you. The sudden fullness made your eyes roll back, and your hand flew from your mouth to his hair, your fingers locking into the dark strands as you instinctively arched your hips, grinding yourself against his face.
“Fuck—yes,” he gasped, his hot breath blooming over your folds. “You’re so… so fucking perfect.”
“Ah—god.” Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him closer as if you could pull him right through you. “God—Yeol, you’re so much…”
Chanyeol pulled his fingers out just to spit directly onto his palm, slicking the moisture back over your clit and spreading you wide. He delved back in, his tongue mimicking the steady, driving thrust of his fingers.
“Goddamn!” he moaned. “You taste so fucking good.”
Your thighs were trembling so violently you could barely keep your legs open, the tension coiling in your gut until it was a physical pain. “Yeol, wait—stop! I-I’m too close!” you choked out as the first waves of the climax began to crest.
“I know, babe.” He didn’t slow down; if anything, he pressed harder, his fingers curling deep inside you to find the exact spot that made your toes curl. “Just give it to me.”
His mouth and the steady, relentless pressure of his hand made you lose the battle with your voice. A loud, broken moan echoed off the walls as your climax hit you like a tidal wave.
“Fuck—Chanyeol!” Your muscles clenched desperately around his fingers as you came, spilling over his hand and his mouth in a hot, frantic rush.
Chanyeol didn’t pull away. He drank it in, groaning low in his throat as he kept up the pace, trailing his tongue through the mess he’d made, making sure you felt every single second of the aftershock. You lay there, chest heaving, eyes blown wide as you stared at the ceiling, your body still buzzing.
“Good girl,” he panted, finally pulling back just enough to look at you. He was smeared with you and his own sweat, looking every bit the victor. “But I’m not done with you, love.”
Even though your muscles felt like water, the hunger hadn’t faded. You were still trembling, your skin hypersensitive, but as you looked up at him, your gaze immediately dropped to his erection against the fabric of his grey sweatpants.
Chanyeol didn’t keep you waiting. With a low, rough exhale, he stripped them off, leaving him in only his black boxers. The fabric was already darkened with a visible patch of precum, a testament to how much he had been wanting you while he was down between your legs.
He took a slow step closer to the edge of the bed. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you hooked them into the waistband of his underwear and pulled. As you freed him, his big cock bounced against his stomach, thick, pulsing, veiny, and mouthwatering, the tip already weeping with a fresh bead of moisture.
“Babe, you’re so dazed. You can barely keep your eyes open, huh?”
“No—I... I can.” The words felt clumsy on your tongue. You reached out, your hand looking small against his thigh as you guided him toward your face. “Lemme—”
Chanyeol let out a sharp, jagged breath as you leaned forward. When your tongue first swiped over the swollen tip, catching the heat of his precum, he hissed through his teeth.
“Oh—fuck,” he growled, his hand gripping your hair—firm enough to let you know who was in control. “I was watching you come, thinking about how much I wanna bury my cock so deep in your throat you can’t make a sound.”
You let out a soft, dizzy whimper, your eyes fluttering as you gave him those small, agonizing kitten licks, swirling around the ridge until he was shaking as badly as you were.
“Greedy.” His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal more of your mouth. “I bet you wanna feel me hitting the back of your throat, huh?”
“Please,” you breathed, your heart hammering so hard it was the only thing you could hear. “All of you. Just... please, Chanyeol.”
“I’d love that, angel.”
You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you tried to take as much of him as possible, gagging, but Chanyeol had other plans. He let out a sharp, strangled sound and pulled back, leaving your lips tingling and empty.
“No—Yeol…” you whined, your voice small and thick with a dizzying need. You reached out blindly, your fingers brushing against his thighs.
“Trust me,” he rasped, his chest heaving as he stared down at your flushed face. “I’m not stopping. I just have better plans for that tight little body of yours. Turn over. On your belly, doll.”
You obeyed with a clumsy, heavy-limbed desperation, rolling over until your face was buried in the pillow. You felt the bed dip as he climbed over you, his large, calloused hands finding your hips and hauling them up. He held you there, your ass arched toward him, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze.
“God,” he hissed. “You look so fucking delicious from behind.”
You felt his tip—hot, blunt, and weeping—begin to rub slowly against your folds, teasing. You lost it, a broken, high-pitched moan muffled by the sheets as you tried to push back against him.
“Yeol, please,” you gasped, your fingers digging into the mattress. “I can’t—just... fill me up.”
“As you wish, angel.” He gripped your waist so hard his fingers left white marks against your skin, and then, with a slow, agonizingly steady push, he slid his cock into you.
You felt every inch of him stretching you out, claiming the space he had worked for. You felt your eyes roll back into your head as he bottomed out, burying himself deep inside you until your bodies were flush.
Chanyeol let out a deep, guttural groan against the back of your neck, his breath scalding your skin. He leaned down, pressing a series of heavy, open-mouthed kisses along your spine before giving the soft skin of your waist a sharp, possessive nip, cupping one of your boobs, squeezing you.
“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he whispered harshly into your ear, his voice trembling with the effort of not losing control immediately. “You feel like you were made exactly for me.”
“You’re... you’re so big,” your voice trembling as he began to move with a slow, deep rhythm. “Shit—please, don’t stop!”
“I won’t,” he promised, his pace beginning to pick up, his hips snapping against yours with a loud, wet rhythm. “You’re mine tonight.”
The last shred of Chanyeol’s restraint snapped. He began to drive into you with everything he had, his hips snapping against yours with a raw, relentless force. The bed cracked under the weight of his movements, a frantic soundtrack to the chaos he was wreaking on your body.
You heard his moans mixing with your own high-pitched cries. Your body was a complete slave to the arousal, your mind having long since checked out to leave only sensation behind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His voice was a ragged edge in your ear. “You’re taking me so fucking deep.”
You tried to answer, to tell him how much you loved it, but you could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. All you could do was sob his name over and over again, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you clenched around his cock with every thrust.
“Y-Yeol... oh god,” you gasped, your head thrashing against the pillow.
You could feel the tension in Chanyeol’s muscles reaching a breaking point, his breath coming in hot, ragged pants against your ear. “You’re doing so good.” His voice was thick with a looming climax. “So perfect. Shit—babe, come for me one more time.”
Your second climax hit, your muscles squeezing him with a desperate, crushing intensity. Chanyeol let out a loud, triumphant groan that vibrated through your entire frame. He moved with a sudden, frantic speed, flipping you over onto your back. He pulled out, and you watched through blown-out eyes as he rained over you. His cum landed in hot, heavy bursts across your thighs, your belly, and your aching cunt.
You tried to speak, to say something, but there was only panting. Your lungs burned, your heart hammered, and your voice was gone. Chanyeol was no better; he collapsed between your breasts, his heavy head resting there as he took deep, shuddering breaths. He didn’t care that you two were sticky with sweat and fluids; he just wanted to be close to you.
“Oh god,” he wheezed, his voice barely a whisper as he tilted his head up to give you a series of messy, uncoordinated kisses on your skin. “Remind me... to send you photos... more often.”
You managed a weak, breathless laugh, your fingers feebly stroking the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “I might not complain next time. I’d sleep better.”
Chanyeol’s head snapped up from your chest, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as he immediately caught your drift.
“I could definitely help with that. And plenty of other things, too.”
You let out a tired, mid-breath laugh, but the sound died into a startled whine as he suddenly shifted. Without a word of warning, he hooked his strong arms under your knees and back, hoisting your jelly-like body off the mattress.
“C’mon, babe.”
“Yeol, no,” you groaned, your head lolling against his shoulder. “I’m tired.” You felt completely drained, your muscles trembling with a bone-deep exhaustion. “I can’t... I literally won’t survive another round. My legs don’t even work.”
Chanyeol let out a boisterous, mocking laugh. He started walking toward the bathroom, his steady stride making your head spin.
“Another round?” he repeated with mischief as he looked down at you. “Imma think about it. But… I was thinking about an actual shower, you little deviant. Y’know, with soap? And water?”
Your face flushed a fresh shade of heat, and you let out an indignant huff, weakly smacking his bare, muscular chest. “I hate you!”
“You don’t!” His mockery was back in full swing. “And don’t hit me like that... it hurts! Jesus… I’m gonna skip the gym tomorrow. You drained me.”
You tried to sulk, turning your face away, but he wasn’t having it. As he kicked the bathroom door open, he kept ducking his head, trying to catch your lips with his own. He teased the corners of your mouth with tiny, nipping kisses, laughing against your skin every time you tried to dodge him. Even as you grumbled and complained, you found yourself leaning into his warmth, knowing that neither of you wanted to be anywhere else.
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