Aug 29, 2025
𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙴𝙾𝙻 찬열 "𝚄𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗" | 𝙼𝚅
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙴𝙾𝙻 찬열 "𝚄𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗" | 𝙼𝚅
Chanyeol + Puppies from Chanyeol’s One-Day Part-Time Experience at a Dog Daycare via CH CHANYEOL
CHANYEOL : UPSIDE DOWN (2025)
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Suffocate Me Slowly (With Chanyeol, Part 1)
genre: brothers best friend!au, angst!!!! toxic!!!!! (lotsa smut), theres a 6-year age diff between cy & reader, suho as your brother who loves sweet potato fries <3 4k words inspired by back 2 u & new thing by @eomayas. ive been so hyperfixated on these two stories that i wrote this. okii im done yapping, pls enjoyyyy <3
“She had her hands around you, Yeol!” You scream at him as you get out of the car and chase after him. The fucking audacity of him to walk out on you when he was the one in the wrong.
“I told you I’m done talking about this.” Chanyeol walks further from you, resisting the urge to even spare you a glance when he says the next thing, knowing he’ll fold immediately once he makes eye contact with those doe eyes of yours. “Let’s just break up, fuck.”
Your heart sinks and you stop walking. “Fine.” You mutter to yourself. Like the stubborn woman that you are, you turn on your heel and head in the opposite direction of your apartment, instead heading toward the door leading outside of the underground garage.
Chanyeol hears your heels clacking in a different direction and frowns. He turns around and sighs when he sees you’re already halfway to the door.
“Where are you going?” Chanyeol shouts behind you, already irritated by your antics.
“Away from you!!” You yell back, making sure to switch your hips as you strut away. You were wearing your tightest bootcut jeans with a pair of wrap-around strapped heels. The combo always made your ass look good – lethal, actually. And you knew Chanyeol was watching you leave.
"What do I tell Junmyeon??” Chanyeol is very pissed at this point, unsure how to tell his best friend that his little sister was refusing to come home and that it was entirely his fault.
You lift a middle finger up in the air, not even sparing him a glance before you’re out the door.
“Fuck.” Chanyeol swears before dragging a hand through his hair, exhaling all the frustrations out of his body. Now he really had to explain to Junmyeon that his little sister was still wandering the streets at 2am.
Junmyeon had asked Chanyeol to pick you up from whatever club you were at on a Friday night. It was getting late and Junmyeon was getting worried. You weren’t sure why. You were 23, no longer that naive 18-year-old that relied on the kindness of strangers to get home. You handled yourself then, and you are still handling them now. With a little more of your frontal lobe developed, of course.
You never refused Junmyeon’s offer though, especially since you started dating Chanyeol. It was the perfect excuse for you and him to spend more time with each other without having Junmyeon be suspicious. Also, you wouldn’t have to pay for an uber (you only ride with certified strangers now 🙂↕️).
The night started out fun. You danced together (grinded and whined on him). He bought you drinks and took care of you, making sure you were drinking water between tequila shots. You even had a hot and heavy make out session in some dark corner of the club. It was the perfect night out.
Until some girl, who apparently knew Chanyeol very, very well, came along and wrapped an arm around his waist. That’s when you went apeshit and grabbed a fistful of her hair. And supposedly, Chanyeol thought you were “doing too much”. You don’t think you were doing enough.
It was dark out tonight. It was quiet, peaceful even. The streetlights lighting up the city were really pretty, you think, especially since you left your glasses at home and they were shining brightly like Christmas lights. If you hadn’t gotten into a fight with Chanyeol, this would’ve been a really nice and romantic walk. You sigh.
Chanyeol is the literal man of your dreams. You’ve dated a handful of assholes in the past. He is, by far, the most dependable, reliable, consistent man you have ever dated.
He just pissed you off when he got too friendly.
You sigh for the nth time that night.
Or maybe you were too much.
Maybe you’re too overbearing, too possessive, too... too much of everything.
“Fuck.” You mutter to the cold air. You search around your surroundings and realize you are completely lost. You didn’t think you were walking for that long.
“Junmyeon’s going to kill me.” You cry as you squat down and cover your face with your hands. With tears, you reach for your phone to call your big brother.
“Y/N?”
You freeze.
You slowly glance up at the familiar voice. Chanyeol. His name comes out of your mouth like he’s your knight in shining armor. He’s standing over you with that soft look on his face. The one he always gives you after you throw a tantrum and he can’t help but forgive you.
It makes you feel like shit. Because if anyone deserves a good and loving girlfriend, it’s Chanyeol.
“Come on, get up.” His voice is gentle. He’s always gentle with you. He drapes his jacket around your bare shoulders and helps you up. He is too good for you. Your arms wrap around his waist immediately. You bury your face in his chest as the tears begin again.
“I’m sorry.” You really are.
“I know.” He rubs your back comfortingly before he ushers you back into his car.
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You have no idea how you got here, but you were now giggling on Chanyeol’s lap in the back of his G-Wagon, laughing and smiling like you didn’t just break up two seconds ago. Your lips shower his neck with a million kisses while his hands rest lazily around your hips. His eyes sparkle when he isn’t mad at you. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine whenever you’re in his arms like this.
“Junmyeon is going to call soon.” Chanyeol laughs as you trap him in the backseat of his SUV. He has no idea how you two got here either, but this was the charm of your relationship. Hot and cold. Sad one minute, angry another, happy the rest of the time. It drives him insane, but you are the type of insane he loves to manage.
"Why? You scared?” You say before dragging your tongue across his ear, earning you a shudder from him.
“No, but doesn’t he have your location? Won’t he be suspicious that you’re in the building but not in your room?” Chanyeol asks, still worried about your brother. You don’t know why he’s so concerned about Junmyeon when Junmyeon has never once cared about your dating life. You doubt he cares you’re dating his best friend.
“He lost location privileges when he went psycho that one time.”
Chanyeol smirks at the memory. He remembers that one time.
It wasn’t too long ago, for your 1-year anniversary. Chanyeol surprised you with a weekend stay at a luxurious hotel. You were so happy; you spent the first day fucking like bunnies, from the moment he scanned that card until you couldn’t stand up on your own. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other for that very short weekend. He had you against the door, by the window, in the jacuzzi, on the sink – everywhere. You left the hotel with 87% on your phone.
You had told Junmyeon that you would be going out and probably stay at Jihyo’s, which was fine for him. He liked Jihyo. She seemed a bit more responsible.
What was not fine was that he checked your location at 2 in the morning and freaked when he saw that you were at some fancy hotel that he knew you could not afford. You’re a college student. You had no business booking an expensive 5-star hotel.
It did not help that you would not answer any of his 27 phone calls.
“Chanyeol~” You whine, grinding your hips on the growing hard-on in his pants. You were craving his attention, and he was asking one too many questions for your taste. You place a gentle hand on his right cheek and find the glistening eyes you love so much. “Please.”
His attention is charmed by the sound of your plead. He smiles, admiring how pretty you looked begging for him.
He leans closer and gently presses his lips on yours. You moan, happy to be getting what you wanted. His tongue slips past your lips and slowly brushes against yours. Your hips move in tandem with his tongue, slow and hungry for more. You run a hand through his hair and deepen the kiss. The vibration of Chanyeol’s moans in your mouth is enough to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.
“You’re my perfect girl.” Chanyeol leans back a bit to praise you while you chase after his lips. Your stomach flips at his words. He really is the man of your dreams.
You press your lips back to his own pair as your hand slides down to the bulge in his pants. You unbuckle his belt with one hand and unzip him. He hums as you massage him through his briefs.
“My perfect, perfect girl.” His hands massage your ass. He loves these jeans on you so much. Sometimes, when you wear them, he likes to make you upset just so he can watch you walk away from him. He hisses when you stroke his length and flick the tip with your thumb. He whines when you try to leave his lips to put them elsewhere. He shakes his head and motions for you to come back.
"Baby, I wanna make you feel good.” You pout as you continue to stroke him.
“You are.” He says, voice a bit shaky from your touch. “Now, come back here.” His hand gently caresses the back of your neck and pulls you into him, closing the space between you.
You softly suck on his tongue, slowly pulling away and feeling every inch of the wet muscle. His cock twitches in your grip when your hand pumps him a little faster. You peek at Chanyeol and smile at the sight of his half open mouth and scrunched up face.
Your lips find his again, kissing him softly. You were in love with this gentle giant who has been nothing but patient with you. You tighten your grip around him, settling into a steady rhythm. You use the precum accumulating to lubricate his length, your wrists twisting in a way you know he loves.
“Fuck” He whispers against your lips before both hands cradle your face, needing to deepen the kiss. It’s soft, wet, gentle, and so, so painfully good. Chanyeol’s hips buckle up to thrust in your hand. He’s close and so eager to reach his end.
“Cum for me, baby.” You mutter, tickling his lips.
His eyes flutter open and immediately his gaze softens at the sight of you, so happy and so excited for him to cum all over your pretty fingers.
His hips and your hand fall into a synchronized pace. He can’t take it. His head falls on your shoulder as he breathes heavily into your ear, feeling himself come close to unraveling.
“Fuck, baby.” He swears as his cock twitches in your grasp and his cum covers your knuckles. You grin, taking your fingers and licking it clean from his cum.
Chanyeol’s gaze darkens and doesn’t let you finish.
He has you on your back in an instant, legs already in the air for him.
"How the fuck-” Chanyeol says when he sees how intricate your heels’ straps were. He didn’t think you would wear vine-looking heels under the jeans. What was the point?
You giggle at his frustration which makes him snap at you. “Oh, you think it’s funny?” You fold your lips in your mouth and shake your head, suppressing the grin on your face. Chanyeol doesn’t find it funny. He has your jeans pulled down to your knees aggressively, unable to remove them completely ‘cause of your stupid shoes. You yelp when he moves your thong to the side and rubs your folds with two fingers, eyes maintaining contact with yours.
He bends down and drags his tongue slowly across your slit while he holds your legs up. Your breath hitches when his tongue teases your entrance. He kisses it lightly, admiring how pretty it is before his finger runs soft circles around your hole. “My pretty girl, you’re soaking wet. It’s getting all over my seats.” He teases, but he isn’t lying. You can feel your juices leaking slowly to your ass from anticipation. He was driving you crazy.
“Chanyeol, please.” You beg, not wanting to go slow anymore.
“Please what?” Chanyeol tilts his head, playful glint in his eyes. You whine and pout, trying your best to move closer to him but his grip is far stronger than you are.
“Please touch me, Chanyeol.”
Before Chanyeol could even respond something witty, your phone rings in the front seat. Chanyeol grabs it. “Answer.” He taps the screen before giving it to you.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, Where are you?” Junmyeon sounds calm but you know he’s fuming. You glance at your phone and the time shows 4:27. Shit.
“Um,” Chanyeol surprises you with his mouth on your pussy, immediately sucking and lapping his tongue across your slit. “We’re just going to get something to eat.”
Chanyeol almost snorts too loud, laughing at your unintentional innuendo. You slap his shoulder to shut up. He bites his lip when he sees your pussy clench from trying to hold your laugh in. He leans back down and continues his work, dragging his tongue up and down. His drool mixes with your juices as he slurps hungrily. You’re struggling to focus, forgetting all about your dearest brother.
“Okay good, you’re with Chanyeol.” You hear Junmyeon sigh in relief.
“Uh huh” You say breathily, wanting him to end the call. You almost squeal out loud when Chanyeol adds two fingers and starts thrusting into you while simultaneously sucking you dry.
“Well, go straight home after. It’s getting late.” Chanyeol speeds up, hooking his finger to hit your sweet spot. You’re covering your mouth with your arm, hoping that it’s enough to muffle your moans.
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Junmyeon says when he doesn’t hear a reply from you and assumes that you’re rolling your eyes at him. You are. Just not at him. “Chanyeol and I have a game tomorrow.”
“Yes, I get it.” You spit out, annoyed and almost reaching your end.
“Come on, baby.” Chanyeol whispers as low as possible but loud enough for you to hear.
“Junny, I have to go.” You hope the petname is enough to defuse his anger for hanging up abruptly.
“Fuckkkkkk Chanyeol” You scream as you let your phone drop from your grip. You clench around his fingers as he continues to fuck you.
“Yessssss” He cheers as you burst on his expensive leather, legs shaking and dangling in the air. Chanyeol finally lets go of your legs and comes up to meet your face.
“Fuck,” He kisses your neck. “You’re so” Your jaw. “fucking perfect” Your lips.
“I love you so much, baby.” He peppers your face with kisses. You sigh in his grip, high on ecstasy. This must be what heaven feels like. “I’m so sorry for being too friendly. You’re the only one for me.”
His apology jolts you wide awake and you feel your energy come right back up. You feel so fucking validated right now. “I love you too, Yeol. Come fuck me upstairs?”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen at your invitation. He must have fucked the brains out of you because there is no way you were suggesting getting fucked with Junmyeon in the next room.
“Baby, we can’t.” Chanyeol tries to let you down gently, massaging your sides.
“Why not? We’ll be so quiet!” Your hand finds his waist and stroke it affectionately. “I was so good on the phone call.”
“Yes, you were.” Chanyeol smiles proudly and lightly presses his lips against yours. He thinks for a second before he looks at your puppy dog eyes. “Fine. But one bed creak, and I’m running back to the couch. Deal?”
“Deal!!” You exclaim, pulling up your jeans excitedly and giving him a kiss before you’re stumbling out of his car.
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Junmyeon comes out of his room, half-awake, when he hears that you’ve finally made it home. He checks the time and it’s already 5 in the morning. He doesn’t expect to see Chanyeol trailing behind you, but he guesses it’s reasonable for him to just sleepover when there’s a game at 10 in the morning.
"Hi Junny!” You unclasp your heels with a flick of your wrist and hop to your brother. Chanyeol’s jaw drops at how easy it was for you to remove them. “We got you some fries.” You beam, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for asking Chanyeol to pick me up.”
“Of course.” He takes the bag and gasps when he sees sweet potato fries, his favourite. “But you shouldn’t stay out too late! You have to respect other people’s time.” Sweet potato fries aren’t enough to stop the nagging apparently.
“Mhmm” You wave him off before faking a yawn and heading to your room. You weren’t expecting to see Junmyeon up so late but that’s why you begged Chanyeol to drive and get the fries as a precaution. Hopefully, he finishes them quickly so Chanyeol can sneak into your room.
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“Hey, is it okay if I sleep over?” Chanyeol meets Junmyeon in the kitchen. “Your sister was a handful tonight.”
“Sorry, she doesn’t like it when I pick her up.” Junmyeon pops a fry in his mouth. “Says ‘I nag too much’.” He throws air quotes in the air. Chanyeol notices how awake he looks now. He’s silently regretting the fries. He should’ve gotten him hot cocoa or something, anything to put him back to sleep so he can slip away and be with you.
“I don’t know how I’m any better. She picks a fight with me every time.” Chanyeol shrugs, stealing a fry from the bag. He might as well eat if he’s not getting to you anytime soon.
“Yeah... I’m sorry.” His best friend sighs before eating another fry. “If it’s any consolation to you, I think it’s because she has a crush on you.”
Chanyeol chokes on a fry. Junmyeon laughs and pats him on the back. He coughs up the fry and clears his throat.
“What?” Chanyeol feigns surprise, unsure how to respond. He knows you have a crush on him. You just told him you loved him in the car.
“She gets a bit mean with people she cares about.” Junmyeon explains, smiling at the thought of his not-so little sister and your weird way of expressing yourself. “I think it’s cute. She’s never been the one to be subtle with her feelings.”
“Oh,” Chanyeol wants to tell him. He’s been wanting to tell him. But the words can’t come out. “Maybe she does.”
Junmyeon laughs as he finishes the last of his fries. “Don't tell her I told you.” He pats him on the shoulder before throwing the brown bag in the trash and heading back to his room. “And no worries. Make yourself at home. We can pass by your place for your stuff. Night.”
Chanyeol waits for Junmyeon’s door to shut before rushing to you.
His heart softens when he catches you asleep, cuddling a pillow as long as you are. He tries to shut the door as quietly as possible and slips into your bed. The silk sheets you asked him (guilt-tripped him) to buy were proving themselves helpful in insulating the noise. He’ll make sure to let you know later.
Your shoulder peeks through your blanket, the silk slipping easily against your skin. Instinctively, he lightly presses a kiss on your exposed skin, unintentionally waking you up. You shift in your sleep and turn to face him. A smile rushes to your face when you see the familiar brown eyes that you love so much.
“You’re so pretty without makeup.” Chanyeol examines your bare face, knuckles lightly grazing on your cheek. He rarely gets to see this side of you. You were high-maintenance and he loved every bit of it, but sometimes, he wishes he could just see your natural features a little more often.
“You’re just saying that to be nice.” You whine under his touch, moving your head to the side to kiss the palm of his hand. Chanyeol simply shakes his head. His palm slides to the nape of your neck, lightly brushing his thumb against your skin.
“You’re perfect, my love.” He leans down to kiss you, his knee nudging your legs open. He removes his pants, shimmying it off before he situates himself in between you, now hovering over you. You wrap a leg around him and whine beneath him when you feel his hard-on through his boxers.
“You said you’d be quiet.” He whispers, hooking a finger around your thong and pulling it down. Once off, he balls it up in his fist. “Ah”
Your mouth opens and he tucks it into your mouth. “You have to be quiet.” His thumb swipes your cheek gently before leaving it a sweet kiss.
“Nod if you understand.” His voice is low, lips tickling the side of your face. He gently moves your face with his index finger and slowly nods his head when you meet his eyes. You follow the way he moves his head, doing anything to have him inside you again.
"Good girl.” A mischievous smile grows on his face. He’s so turned on right now; he quickly takes his cock out of his boxers and teases your slippery slit, still wet from before.
“I’m going to need help staying quiet too, my love.” He hisses when he slowly enters you. Feeling his thickness fill your walls, you bite into the undergarment, trying to muffle the moan, and shut your eyes tightly.
“I know, baby.” He whispers in your ear, his head now resting by your ear so he can mutter as lowly as possible. His hips move methodically into you, deep and slow. It takes everything in you not to squeal when his thrusts hit deeper inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer so he could continue hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
“You’re doing such a good job.” He praises you, massaging a hand on your hip encouragingly. You gasp when his fingers squeeze around your breast. His mouth follows soon after, sucking and flicking his tongue around your nipple. It was suddenly getting harder and harder to breathe with your mouth covered.
He glances up at you, mouth still on your body and hips still moving in and out of you. Your fingers run through his hair, lightly squeezing when he sucks on you a little too hard and his thrusts reach a little deeper. You’re both looking at each other with adoration and love in your eyes. You feel like it’s all too good to be true. Like you’ll fuck this up somehow.
You almost did, multiple times. And every single time, he came back for you.
You’re terrified of the day he won’t.
As if he can hear you overthink, he pulls the fabric out of your mouth. “What are you thinking so hard about, hm?” His lips find yours, distracting you from your thoughts. He makes your mind go at ease every single time. You can’t believe how lucky you are.
His hips move faster, getting closer to his end. He tried his best to keep the bed quiet, but your walls were so warm around him, he needed to release inside you. The springs were creaking softly, and you both were too horny to care.
“I love you I love you I love you.” You chant as you feel yourself reach your climax, tightening your walls around him. He’s not too far from it either, thrusting into you and kissing you passionately.
“I love you so much.” He whispers against your lips before he drops next to you.
You fall asleep in each other’s arms, hoping your bodies remember to get up before Junmyeon does in the morning.
chananyeol bong: i'm loving this tiny font thing. i feel so cute. this also might be a three parter. i wanted it to be 2 parts but idk part 2 is getting long. part 2 is almost done but im an anxious avoidant and i dont want it to end so its taking a biiiiiit longer 🙈😛
sms masterlist | part two
— broken strings 📁 capa teste ♪ baekhyun e chanyeol (exo)
⭑ doada | 07.07.26 ♡ ⓘ em caso de inspiração, dê os créditos
(250510) kai + chanyeol instagram live
chanyeol’s fingers. that’s it.
warnings: mdni!!! smutty drabble, downbad!chanyeol x fem!reader, fingering, making out, praise kink, established relationship. 0.6k words.
“C’mon, baby, you can’t blame me… shouldn’t have worn this skirt if you wanted me to keep my hands off you,” Chanyeol gasped against your lips, pressing searing kissses to your lips and all over your jaw.
You can’t help but lean into his touch, sprawled out beneath on the soft mattress he has you pinned to. It was just any normal evening, you showered, came out of the bathroom and got dressed, walked around the house quietly—not knowing you were driving Chanyeol absolutely delirious.
Until his restraint broke and now you were beneath him and he just couldn’t get enough of you.
A low whimper left your lips as his fingers moved beneath your skirt, thumb pressing to your clit through the flimsy fabric of your panties, drawing firm circles while his lips stayed attached to your neck and collarbones, sucking small marks into the supple skin that would bruise later for sure.
“So beautiful, my pretty girl…” he purred low in your ear, his fingers moving the fabric of your panties aside to quickly press two fingers inside your aching hole. Then his lips were back on yours immediately, swallowing your noises gratefully while his fingers pumped in and out of you at a deep and steady pace.
His fingers brushed against that spongy spot deep inside you repeatedly along with his thumb pressed to your clit firmly, making your thighs shake and your eyes flutter—just his fingers were enough to drive you crazy with pleasure. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew just how to drive you crazy.
“Shit, it feels so good, yeol. Fuck!” You kept letting out the softest of noises for him and he only felt himself going more insane for you. You were far gone, your hips bucking up, almost riding his fingers while your one hand gripped his bicep, your orgasm approaching you quickly like a freight train.
He pushed his fingers deep in before pulling them almost all the way out, watching the way your hole fluttered around the tip of his fingers, he couldn’t help but groan as he pushed them back in, stroking your walls with an intensity that had you gasping.
Chanyeol’s weight was warm and heavy on you as he kept you pinned down, keeping your thighs apart with his knees, he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, his fingers never faltering in their rhythm, “I can feel you clenching, baby, you’re so close. C’mon, let go for me,”
And that was all the encouraging it took you to finally tip over the edge of pleasure, your back arching as you let out a loud moan of his name, your cunt clenching around his fingers in a vice-like grip which only seemed to spur him to only work you harder through your orgasm. His hand moving between your thighs at an inhuman space as you gushed down his fingers.
At last, he finally and slowly pulled his fingers out of you, wet with your orgasm and he slowly pulled them up to his lips while he sucked them into his mouth and licked them clean—all while maintaining an intense eye contact with you.
You just laid there, trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm, your chest still heaving, all flushed. And so was Chanyeol, like he was the one who also had an orgasm so intense. Your eyes fluttered shut, but you were abruptly pulled out of your thoughts as you felt your boyfriend’s hands pulling down your skirt along with your panties.
“Don’t you dare think I’m done with you. You can give me a few more, baby,” with that, he flipped you over onto your stomach, hands pulling your hips up. A soft sigh left your lips and you just took it, let him manhandle you as he pleased.
Because you knew damn well that this night was far from being over.
a/n: been going through the worst unmotivated days of my life recently. i had a scrumptious baekhyun smutty fic that i was writing and i lost motivation in the middle of it, but still i just felt like writing something. this is my first ever attempt at smut in my life (i’ve never ever written smut) and i hope it’s good atleast, lol.