Waffles | Chanyeol (smut)

for anon(s)!
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“Where do you want to go?” He grins wide, the twitch in his eye more pronounced.

 “Let’s go to that new café down the street. I hear they have good waffles!”

  He agrees enthusiastically, starting the long road down to the eatery with his feet brushing against the burning asphalt. It’s a warm day, the sun bearing down harshly on both your bodies. You look towards Chanyeol who appears oblivious to the scorching temperature. Uncomfortable, you pry your cardigan off your body and fan your sweaty collarbones. The walk is long and arduous, undoubtedly from the powerfully uncomfortable air floating. Your palms pat the glistening sweat that accumulates near your neck and from a peripheral glance, you can see Chanyeol darting his eyes over your movements. He smiles a toothy one and you return a casual glance his way.

In what seems like too long of a time, you both reach the waffle house. Gleefully, he reaches for the door handle and ushers you inside. There’s a sharp blast of frozen air that sends tingles down your body. Suddenly the droplets of sweat on your body turn cold; the moist on your clothes catalyze the goosebumps that shape on your skin.

   “It’s so cold,” you mutter annoyingly.

   Chanyeol looks to you and questions whether you’d like his jacket or not.

   “No, it’s fine. It’s just cold sweat. It’ll dry up sooner or later.””

    He nods with his bottom lip protruding and requests a small table for two. You walk there, slightly uncomfortable in your clothes.

    “Are you sure you’re okay?” he questions with a tilt of his head.

     You sigh, “Yeah, I just want to take these clothes off.”

     He stiffens at the statement but nods politely in response. You watch his head circle around, observing the surroundings with the sharpness of a cat and the innocence of a small child.

     The waitress comes by and hands you both menus. You watch Chanyeol from the top of yours, noticing the intricate details of his movements. The way his fingers curl around the pages. The motion of the ends of his hair, brushing up against his cheek in light touches. How his lips hang loose and flowery pink, wet from the way he licks them.

    “Yah?” his eyes widen, “What?”

     You shuffle your thoughts, “Nothing, uh, what do you want?”

     He chuckles heartily and sends an eye smile your way. Your cheeks turn red at his silent teasing before you actually try to read the menu.

    “I want the waffles with strawberry and whipped cream,” you mention without lifting you head.

   “Okay,” he chimes in, “I’ll get the chocolate one with the chocolate chips and syrup!”

   The odd conversation filters away. For the moment, both your senses are engrossed in the fattening piles of sugar. You know better than anyone that this kind of food was the worst for your body but seeing the giddiness flash through Chanyeol’s expressions makes you care less.

   His eyes meet yours, “Let’s eat!” You nod in agreement, but Chanyeol is already consuming his. You laugh at his impatient manner. 

   “Hey!” you giggle playfully, “Wait for me!”

    He grins wide, little bits of whipped cream melting off his face.

    “Sorry!”

    Your combined laughter resonates in the air between your faces, touching each other in wispy nonexistence.

    You hungrily dip your fork into the soft mess, reveling in the sweetness in your mouth. Chanyeol watches contentedly as you smile back with your cheeks puffy from the waffles. You reach for more when he begins to lean over.

    “The whipped cream-“ The topping immediately falls away from the fork and lands square on the dip of your neck. So did Chanyeol’s hand.

    “Ah!” he embarrassingly pulls away his now whipped creamed fingers. You can see the redness creep through his cheeks as he lightly wipes the substance off.

    Your hands reach for the napkin too and pat the skin gently. It is an odd sensation, to feel Chanyeol in places he would not and should not touch. The idea shames you and before any pictures can conjure in your head, you pick up the fork again and resume consuming the dish.


   “Should we go to the movies?” He asks, now unfazed.

   “Let’s just watch at home,” you casually return, “We’re broke college students with minimum wage jobs, remember?”

   “Yeah, I think those waffles cost me last month’s paycheck.”

    More laughter. Always lots of laughter.


  “Which movie?” you ask.

  “Pick one!”

  You slyly throw in, “Let’s watch porn!”

   His face stiffens again, as if both guilt and nervousness swirls in his emotions. He sends an unconvincing, “what are you talking about, I’m too innocent” type of look your way, but you just laugh.

   That’s what Chanyeol does.

   He makes you laugh.

   He makes you happy, he makes you smile.

   That is the nature of the relationship.

   Some part of you wanted it to be more than just that but a very large part of knows Chanyeol could never do it. There are no serious topics in this relationship. No tragedies or fears; no inner secrets and inner thoughts. No sex.

   He pulls an arm over your shoulder as you settle back into the puffy couch.

   A very large part of you satisfied. Probably because anything more than what you have right now could possibly change everything else later.

   You slide under the extension of his body, sinking under the couch and his body. His hands barely reach your skin and even when they do, they are only ghostly contacts that leave as quickly are they come.

  The movie starts but you sense something odd in the mood and ever so often, you sneak a glance at his expression. It lacks flexibility, comfort. As if his face is too focused on something else- his mind on a far-off thought you cannot figure out.

  You slither your arm around his stomach and for what seems like a split-second, his entire body pauses again. Worried, you bring your body closer, hoping to give some sort of consolation for whatever was inside his mind. But all you hear is an almost invisible, sharp intake of his breath.

  A soft pounding lies inside his chest.

  “Chanyeol, what’s wrong?” you finally mutter, after the longest time.

  He laughs his hearty laugh again, “Nothing!”

  “Shut up,” you punch his arm gently. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing you need to worry about.”

  “Chanyeol,  what is it?”

  “Nothing~” he responds cutely, kissing your forehead.

   Your arms fist in his shirt as you lay your head on his chest. The tip of your fingers caress the skin in his chest before bunching together. He flinches.

   “See!” you jump back. “What’s wrong?”

   You can almost feel the heat radiating away from his face. It’s red with an emotion you can’t comprehend at first, but slowly begin to realize.

   “___________- ah, it’s nothing, I just need to go to the bathroom-“

   You’re half-horrified, half-surprised at what is happening. But underneath all that, way into the deep caverns of your heart, you’re relieved. Chanyeol’s just human, anyways. He’s a boy, right? He has needs.

   He returns, somewhat flustered but still as happy as ever.

   “Let’s get back to the movie!” he cheers.

   “Um, can we do the movie later?” you question.

    He tilts his head in confusion but just the same as earlier, he blushes.

    “___________- ah, it’s okay. I think today and.. some things were just too much..And I can’t really control it…so.”

    “You’re not ready?”

    “Are we both ready?”

     You sit quietly and think. There were many chances, many situations that could have brought you both to do it. But the nature of the relationship was too simple. Too simple to culminate to that kind of sacrifice. Unknowingly, you had let your desires foster. And so here, on this suffocating, hot day, everything did, in fact, culminate. You and Chanyeol love each other. And goddamn, you want to make love.

   He sits patiently, waiting for a reply. You sigh into empty room and shrug.

   “We’ve been dating for over a year,” Chanyeol remarks, “I always thought you’d be sort of a fling. Because it feels like a fling. Flings are just for fun. But then I realized it wasn’t a fling. It was that every day was exciting with you. And then I thought about you more and more….and more…”

   “Then we’re both ready, then.”

   “But you paused?”

  “Because you’re a scaredy-cat. I never blatantly thought I wanted to do it with you. But when I look back, I’m pretty sure I unconsciously wanted it.”

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  His face is different from this light. The shadows in his face are everywhere and from the little light filtering into the room, you see his eyes gloss over you.

  “Are we ready?” he asks, husky.

   You would slap him for the sudden change in personalities but you can’t. All you feel are your legs, wrapping in his. The way his arms extend to each of your sides. His presence as his chest looms above yours. Your breathing, mingling together in noticeably diminishing inches.

   His kisses are soft at first, still hesitant to what is happening. You wrap your arms around his neck, urging him to come closer, move faster. He obliges and gradually, the kisses turn wet. You part your lips with a breath. His tongue reaches in and grazes your teeth before it begins to wrestle with yours. They dance together in a fiery hot mess, with your breaths heavy in the air. You don’t notice how his arms circle along your waist or how your legs meet in between each other. You can’t figure anything out right now, except that Chanyeol is kissing you hard.

   There are no more restraints.

   Heavy in air, your panting resounds through the room.

    “Shit,” he whispers with his lips still moist on yours, “It’s too hot-“

    He pulls away and removes his shirt. It’s impossible to see everything with the little light in the room, but the outline of his smile is obvious. You reach up and squeeze his obliques, running your fingers through the supple quality of his skin.

    “You have no abs,” you whisper.

    “Aish,” he cutely says, “Do I need abs?” He leans down and whispers this into your ear, darting his tongue onto your skin ever so often.

   You giggle and travel your palms down his chest and around his naked back. It’s feverous, the way his skin feels against yours.

   He begins to peck at the back of your neck; small, ethereal collisions that send shivers down your spine.

   “I want you,” he insinuates, “Let me have you.”

   You bite your lip and nod, eyes closing at the way his affections turn more passionate. You can feel the opening and closing of his mouth with every breath that sinks beneath your skin.

   His hands find the bottoms of your shirt and close around it. In one movement, he pulls it over you chest and above your body. Slowly, his lips trail down to your collarbone and down to the groove between your breasts.

  Embarrassed at your figure, you try to hide yourself beneath your arms. Chanyeol, however, grabs them both and pins them to the bed. He continues to explore your bare skin and you can tell from the way his movements become desperate that he’s not going to settle for anything less than he wants.

   You arch your back in pleasure, deciding to destroy all the control your previously had.

  He pries his hands away from your forearms and settles them behind your back. They curl and squeeze your back, moving with too much need to be aware of your pain. His fingers find your clasp and like your clothes, the last bit of it is scattered somewhere in the dark room.

   He digs his face into your mounds, kissing them relentlessly. His lips continue to suck and prod at the sensitive spots, eliciting moans from your throat. You notice that his hands move to them and with a small yelp, you can feel his squeeze one. It’s a continuous movement, squeezing until he reaches your nipple then running his thumb over it- all while he kisses and pops his lips over the other one.

  There’s a numbing of thoughts, a heightening of every physical sense inside your body.

   He finishes one and travels to the other, doing the same things except a little more fiercely, from what you can make out.

   He finishes and lifts his body again, staring straight into your eyes. You stare back, flustered and pink from his ministrations.

   He’s serious and- contrary to his usual, outgoing self- powerful.

   “Now.”

   You nod. Minutes his later, his pant legs are intertwined with yours at the corner of the room. His private area is already ready, from what you can tell through his underwear. He notices that you, too are already aroused. He grins and places his hand on your womanly area.

   You bite your lip, feeling the liquid that had pooled onto your underwear against the hotness that lay within. He strokes his hand over it, rubbing the cloth against your labia with pressure. You squirm and grab his arm but he chuckles. He pulls the underwear and inserts his fingers in between the cloth and your skin. You gasp as his fingers fondle the sensitive area, moving his hands back and forth amid the pre-cum oozing out of you.

   He inserts a finger into you, as a sharp pain moves across your body. It hardly settles before he brings in another, then another. They wriggle in and out, slowly, at first, then pick up pace until you begin to speak nonsense words. You can feel them explore your insides, twitching in different ways that make you grab the pillows, the sheets, his arms, your breasts.

  “Chanyeol-“ you pant- “Oh my gosh, oh my- uunnghh….”

  You wrinkle your brows, “Please…don’t…make me….come…now….you…please..”

   He scoffs and pulls them out of you. He brings his head closer until your foreheads touch and your eyes meet securely. Then he begins to lick the substance off his fingers, finishing off each finger with a long drag of his lick.

   “Stop it,” you breathe. You enclose your fingers along the seams of his underwear and pull them down to reveal his member.

   “Not fair!” he whispers with a smile, “My turn.”

    Together, your clothes pile in the room.

    He settles his hands between your legs and pushes them open before facing you again, “You are beautiful, every where you know that?”

    You smile and ask for a kiss, which he agrees to. Your eyes meet again, locking in an unwavering gaze.

   “It your first time?” He asks. You reply yes. “I should take it slow, then?”

   “No.” You bear your eyes into his, “I want you to go hard.”

   “It’ll hurt.”

   “I know… But I’ve wanted you too long it want it any softer. Hard.”

    He nods.

    In a second, you feel the pain explode. His member pushes into you with difficulty at first, your walls not used to anything invading your body. You feel the sweat you had known felt before on Chanyeol’s skin.

   “Nnngghh” you moan.

   “It…hurts?” he questions between breaths.

   “Yeah”

     But it doesn’t matter. The stretch is unbearable fro what seems like ages. You shut your eyes, wrap them around his back and whisper into his ear.

   “Hard.”

    He grunts and with one fluid motion, he begins to pound into you. Sounds you never knew you could make leave the confines of your lips. Just like his kisses, they’re relentless. He wants you.

   His member moves faster with each blow, each a pleasure-filled hit for your senses. You feel the stickiness of your skin slide against one another, the heat radiating from your bodies with each movement. He slides in and out until you suddenly scream from a place deep in your throat.

   The pleasure suddenly takes full throttle. He digs into your sweet-spot, tightening his grip around your hips to make sure he’s in deep. You both bob in time- you watching his face sweat from effort and passion, him watching you pant and bounce to his movements.

   It’s almost too much to take for you when you feel an unfamiliar pressure in your area. You recognize what it is before speaking softly.

   “Chanyeol-“

   “Yeah,” he groans, “I’m going to cum too”

   “Ah!”

    You liquids harmonize within that space between your legs. You settle down into two writhing messes, lying next to each other on the bed. You bury yourself in his arms, against his naked body.

   “I’m not a fling, now.”

    He kisses your forehead, “Nah, I don’t think you ever were.”

 

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a/n: sorry it’s like 12 hours late! my internet died so i am here in the library posting it up now! it’s long. i will fix this up but i promised so if you read this then…it’ll probably change later lol 

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