You never trusted them in the slightest. You were scared of them.

Because of this fault, you rarely made friends. You didn't talk to anyone in your school, so people thought you were just mute and didn't bother attempting conversation. You always hid your ears and tail, shoving a beanie over your black ears with brown tips in an attempt to hide them, your tail being shoved into baggy pants held tightly to your waist with a belt.

It wasn't insecurity that had you hiding who you were. It was more fear than anything. Fear to the bullying you might endure if people found out, whether or not other hybrids were out in the open. You didn't want to take the chance.

You first started hiding your appendages when you moved to your new town, some small town in the suburbs of Seoul. Your mom always wondered why, but never asked. You didn't talk to her either. To the world, you were the silent nobody that merely existed. And you were okay with that.

Sitting in your desk, you dragged your pen along your paper making scribbles of god-knows-what while your teacher groaned on and on about hybrid history. You knew all of this, considering your free time was spent scanning through websites upon websites about anything and everything you could find. Your favorite were the Greek gods and their hybrid pets. Whether or not they were real wasn't a huge concern to you. You still enjoyed knowing about them.

A soft yawn left your lips, covering your mouth with your hand that held your pen. 'Jesus,' you thought, looking up to the clock, 'this hour is never going to end.'

A post-it note was slid onto your desk from your right, adorning a black ink that simply said 'Boring, right?'. Your eyes widened softly, and you could feel your ears twitch underneath your hat before you forced them to stop. Your eyes dragged to your right, looking up into the dark eyes of a human. His hair was red, his roots slightly grown out to show the natural dark brown of his hair. His skin was like honey, and his eyes smiled when his lips tugged.

You looked from him to his note, writing a quick 'I guess.' on it. He reached over and took his note back, chuckling softly so the teacher didn't notice. He began writing again, but before he could reach it back over to you, the bell rang, and you were already packed and out the door before he could talk to you any more than he already had.

Lunch period was next, and as always, you stood in line to grab your sandwich and apple juice so you could head to the library to stick your head in another book. Maybe they had some you haven't read already today.

"Hey!" You heard someone yell. You didn't bother looking over, you knew it wasn't for you. It never was.

Except, today it was. "Hey! You're the girl I sit next to in History, right?" The same man from before trotted over to you, standing much too close for comfort. It was then when you noticed that he towered over you. Your eyes trailed up to his, his goofy smile adorning his face once more. You nodded quickly, staring up with wide eyes. He smiled widely. "Sorry I couldn't continue our conversation. I'm Chanyeol, just started here yesterday." When you didn't reply, his smile dropped a little.

The people behind you in line stared at the two of you, in awe that someone was actually talking to you, let alone trying to make conversation. "Hey, Chanyeol, is it?" Some girl said, walking up to the two of you. Her hair was a faded pink color, kind of like a strawberry blonde color. You looked from him to her as she wrapped her arm around his.

Touchy much?

"Don't bother talking to Alien over here. She doesn't speak anyways. Why don't you come sit with me and my friends?" She said with a smile. She was shorter than you, and much thinner, unlike you. At your nickname, your eyes fell to the floor and back to the line ahead of you. "My name is Rose, by the way. We have English together." She said matter-of-factly.

Chanyeol's smile was gone by now, his eyes switching between Rose and you. He stayed silent for a moment, before speaking up. "No thanks. I don't want to hang around with people who make derogatory nicknames for someone who just doesn't want to speak."

The way her face fell almost made you laugh. Actually, you did. You laughed at his comment, your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment almost immediately after. Chanyeol's eyes lit up when you did, his entire being now focused on you.

With that, Rose huffed off, her eyes rolling as she stammered off to her friends.

"Anyways," He continued, "I know your name's not Alien. But when you feel comfortable, I'd love to know your real name."

He trudged off with his final comment.

"He's cute, you know. Maybe worth talking to." The lunch lady caught you off guard, your whole body jumping at her voice. You took your sandwich and ran back to your comfort zone.

Your next class was English. Coming from America, you had no clue why they made you take this class, but you gave in considering it was an easy A and a good class to draw in.

You noticed Chanyeol across the room, listening intently to the pronunciation of each word before writing it quickly. He was cute, you had to admit. But never in your life would you speak to him.

He was human. You didn't want to even think about it.

You started to draw, focusing on each line you sketched before inking it all out. It was good, your best yet.

Wait, the drawing looked familiar.

Shit.

You absentmindedly drew Chanyeol.

Everything in your being wanted to rip it up and throw it away, but it was your best work. You wanted to cherish him.

THE DRAWING. You meant the drawing.

You head flopped onto the table with a quiet thunk, the ears under your hat hanging low. Before you realized, the homework was being handed out and the bell was ringing. You sighed, sitting up and -

“Is that a drawing of Yeolie?” A female voice who sounded all too familiar was next to you, lifting your sketchbook off your desk, bringing it up into her arms. Your eyes widened, head flinging up to look up at Rose. “Chanyeol! Look! Alien over here drew you! How cute.” She said, holding the sketchbook high above her head.

Chanyeol looked up from packing his bag, eyes furrowing. Before you could sneak attack it out of her hands, she was trotting over to his desk, showing him your drawing.

You could quite literally be anywhere but here right now. Your breathing became panicked, and your first reaction was to run. So of course, your bag was on your arm and running out of the classroom. Some of Rose’s friends, who you’d known since you moved here as Jennie, Lalisa, and Jisoo, were laughing at you as you bolted out. “Hey! Wait!” Chanyeol yelled after you.

You didn’t care if they had your sketchbook anymore. You just wanted to go home. Home was your safe place. But you couldn’t. Not unless you wanted to get yelled at by your mom for skipping school for such a dumb reason.

Your breathing leveled out as you reached your locker, opening it and switching out some of your books.

Your best drawing just HAD to be HIM. Your life already sucked, and this was just the icing on the cake. “Hey.” Chanyeol’s voice startled you, making you hit your hand on the shelf inside your locker in surprise. “Oh, jeez! Sorry.” He chuckled softly. Your eyes lowered again, finding your sketchbook in his hand.

You inwardly groaned, shoving your head in your locker. “Hey, no. It’s okay.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry about those girls. They’re assholes anyways.” He said, looking back down to your drawing. “Although, I do really like your drawing. You made me look handsomer than I really am.” You pulled your head out to look at him, slowly reaching out to take the sketchbook back from him.

Your fingers curled around your book, pulling it to your chest while your eyes flickered everywhere.

Why were you nervous? This wasn’t like you. You thought it might be because this was the first time anyone besides your parents were nice to you.

“So, why do you always wear this beanie?” He asked, reaching up to touch it, but you immediately shot up and caught his wrist, shaking your head silently. He caught on pretty quick, a soft blush reaching his cheeks.

You grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on the locker next to your own. ‘It’s a fashion choice.’ You wrote. He chuckled for a second, and you smiled in response. “Well, since you’re talking in a way, how about you finally give me your name?” He asked.

You thought for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to at least give him your name.

You wrote it down and showed it to him. “See, that’s a much cuter name than Alien.” He laughed, before picking your pen from your fingers and writing down numbers on the paper. “Well, ____, here’s my number. I think we can be good friends.” With that, he walked off, leaving you in shellshock.

God, finally. You were home. You pulled off your beanie to let your ears breathe, wiggling them out as they stuck out of your hair. You also traded your baggy pants for some shorts, letting your tail fly free. Your tail was an impressive length, longer than your parents and cousins. Longest in your family behind your late Grandma.

You plopped down in bed and pulled out your bag to get started on homework. Pulling out your papers, you came across the loose-leaf with Chanyeol’s number on it.

You weren’t gonna do it. You’d already gone too far giving your name. What would you even talk with him about? No. You wou-

Damnit, you were already texting him.

[You] Hey Chanyeol. (4:23pm)

[Chanyeol] I would ask who this is but not many people have my number. Look who actually texted! (4:25pm)

[You] It’s not too late for me to block your number, lol. (4:26pm)

[Chanyeol] Yknow, for being so quiet you really are feisty. It’s quite attractive. (4:26pm)

You paused at his last comment, blushing intensely. This was a bad idea, you knew it was, but something kept pulling you to him. Your phone buzzed again with another text.

[Chanyeol]

Shit, did I scare you away? (4:31pm)

[You]

No, it takes a lot more to scare me. (4:31pm)

[Chanyeol]

Ah good. (4:32pm)

The next few weeks had passed and you and Chanyeol texted nonstop. He was quickly becoming your best friend.

Well, only friend. But you get the point.

You and Chanyeol started meeting after school. He’d talk to you and you’d text in response, earning a laugh out of him every now and then.

Eventually, the talks got more serious, about each others deepest fears. He had said his biggest fear was not being able to make a name of himself. With a soft sigh, you texted him that your biggest fear was being exposed.

When he read your message, his eyebrows furrowed. “Exposed? What do you mean?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You didn’t answer, only slowly looking back down to your hands.

“Come on, talk to me. What do you mean by being exposed?” His words were soft as he leaned towards you.

In that moment, you finally said your first words after easily 10 years.

“I don’t want people to know who I really am.” You said softly. He sat there in shock, taking in your voice for the first time. “___… You… You spoke.” He said softly. You nodded softly as a reply. “I’ve always been able to speak. It’s just easier if I didn’t.” You said, looking up to his eyes that were immediately connected with yours.

It stayed quiet for a moment after that, his eyes never leaving yours. “Who are you, really? Who’s the ___ you don’t want people finding out?” His words were hard, yet at the exact same time they were caring. You looked away from him, looking down at the set of bleachers you were currently sat on top of.

“____.” His voice was much more caring now. You knew he wouldn’t let it go until you told him.

But you couldn’t. Not here.

“I want to tell you. I do. But not here. Not where people could see.” You said softly, your voice sounding scared to what he would think. “You’re scaring me, ___. Are you like, a secret axe murderer or something?” His chuckle made your mood lighten, it always did.

“Well, then let’s go to my place. My parents won’t be home. You can tell me in privacy.”

Before you knew it, you were sat in Chanyeol’s car on the way to his house. What in the hell were you doing? You were absolutely insane. THIS was insane. You were going to show him your hybrid limbs? What if he told someone? What if Rose and her clan found out? They’d mock you for the rest of your high school days.

Pulling up to his house, you stepped out to follow him up to his door and into his house. He immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his living room. His eyes were back on you in less than a second.

“Well?” You could tell he was impatient, still vastly curious about what you could be hiding. You hesitated, hands up to your chest gripping each other in almost protest.

But eventually, you gave in under his stare. You reached up to your beanie and slowly pulled it off, your ears low in fear.

His entire demeanor changed upon the sight. “You…” He started, still in disbelief. “You’re a hybrid?” He asked, his eyes fixed on your ears as he studied each and every hair on them. You gave him a soft nod, slowly reaching down to push down your pants, his hands scrambling to stop you.

“Woah, woah. What are you doing?” He said, his hands on your wrists. You continued, pulling down your pants just far enough to let your tail free. He paused once more.

It went on for what seemed like 30 minutes, him taking in the fact you were a hybrid. “C-Chanyeol?” You asked softly, waving your hand in front of his face. He seemed to snap out of his trance. “THIS is what you’ve been scared of people finding out? That you’re a hybrid? ___, there are hybrids all over school. All over the world even.” He said, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Yes, but I’m a cat hybrid. They’re extremely rare and made up from the hybrids that were used for sex slaves up until less than 30 years ago. There are still some that are being held to this day.” You said, your long, fluffy tail wrapping around your leg. He sighed softly, reaching out to hug you.

Your face landed on his hard chest, his arms wrapping around you gently. “Well, if you don’t want anyone to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” He said softly, petting you gently.

“Holy shit, __. Are you purring?”

A few more weeks had passed and you and Chanyeol had hung out literally every night at his place. His parents were never home due to their jobs or whatever, not that you minded in the slightest. You and Chanyeol always had fun, whether it was watching movies, playing video games, or just chilling and doing homework.

You could tell your guard was down for him. It had been since day one. You didn’t mind it being down for him either. You trusted him. He trusted you. Together, you were a force that had no end.

But this one day in particular, your walls being down was probably your worst fault.

“Hey Alien! Is Chanyeol nearby?” You heard a female come up. It wasn’t Rose, but rather Jennie. Rose and the others were with her anyways, along with a few other girls you knew the faces of but not the names.

Of course, you didn’t speak to them. Your eyes just narrowed slightly before turning back to your open locker and grabbing your stuff. “No? Aw. Too bad. Looks like your sexy giant isn’t here to help you.” She snickered at you as you closed your locker and turned to walk away.

“Oh no no, sweetheart.” Lalisa said, stepping in front of you, blocking you from leaving. “See, we heard a rumor and we wanted to see if it was really true.” She said, a smirk on her face. Once again, you tried to push past her, but Jennie quickly pushed you into the lockers, making you slam your back into the hard metal.

“Trying to run, are we? Is there something we shouldn’t find out about you?” Rose laughed out, walking up to you, leaning close into your face. Your eyes stared dead into hers. Jisoo chirped in behind her. “Are we talking about her crush on Chanyeol or..?” You could tell Jisoo was just roped in without actually being told what was going on.

“No, you dimwit. We’re talking about this.” She said quickly before reaching up and ripping off your beanie. Your ears were now out into open air, and your hands were scrambling to cover them.

All of the girls gasped. “So it IS true!” Lalisa yelled, a large smile on her face. “Oh, now I’m curious.” Jennie said quickly, reaching to your pants and flinging them to your ankles, not only exposing your tail but also inevitably exposing your underwear to the school.

Your hands went from trying to hide your ears to trying to hide your pantslessness. “Oh sweetheart, don’t be shy. We all know your kind is used for sex. Always has been, and always will be.” She laughed at you, backing up to the rest of the girls.

You were mortified. Not only were you exposed to the world as being the worst hybrid breed out there, but so was your womanhood. You didn’t know if you were shocked or scared, but you were frozen to your spot, afraid to move.

At that moment, Chanyeol and a couple of his friends, whom you’d met and learned their names were Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Kai, and Junmyeong, turned the corner and saw everything that was going down. Chanyeol’s emotion flicked from confusion, to worry, to pure anger.

Him and his friends ran over, Chanyeol directly in front of you in between yourself and Rose. His other friends guarded your sides, making sure no one could see you in between them. “Aww, Yeolie is protecting little Alien. How cute.” Jennie piped in, and Rose’s smile only got bigger.

“Yeolie, I don’t know why you hang around that skanky hybrid. We all know it’s out of pity. You and I both know that I’m the girl you want to be with.” Rose said softly, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. Anger seethed out of every pore Chanyeol owned.

“If you thought that even for a second that I wanted you, you’re sadly mistaken.” He started, pushing her off of him. “The reason I love ___ isn’t because she’s a hybrid. The reason I love ___ isn’t out of pity. The reason I love ___ is because she is sweeter, kinder, and more caring than all of you whores combined. If you thought that getting to me this way was the way about going to say you ‘liked me’, then god damnit I wish you were a man so I could beat the shit out of you. But I don’t hit women, if you could even call yourself that.”

By the end of his speech, he had her backed against the opposite wall. His voiced had dropped to a growl, his eyes seering with everliving rage. “If I ever see you even look at ___ again, best believe you’ll regret it.”

When he turned away from her, his eyes met yours. You had started crying somewhere in his speech not noticing until his eyes were on you. His face softened immediately and sprinted over to you.

His eyes scanned your body for any harm, and when he didn’t find any, he helped you pull up your pants over your tail. You were still frozen, eyes following him quickly in soft panic. “C-Chanyeol…” You said in between sobs, your hands still trying to cover yourself. When he pulled up your pants and tightened your belt around your waist, his hands cupped your face.

He shushed you softly, staring into your eyes. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to worry about anything. Not while I’m here.” He said, pulling you into his chest as you sobbed softly, still in blown panic mode.

A crowd had formed when Chanyeol had backed Rose into a corner. Speaking of which, Rose was still in shock against the wall, her eyes wide in both shock and fear, her friends trying to comfort her.

All that came out of her mouth was “That was so goddamn sexy.”

You honestly thought she needed help.

Chanyeol quickly thanked his friends and each of them tried to comfort you, but you wouldn’t listen. All you needed right now was Chanyeol. He was all you wanted.

“Come on, ___. Let’s go home.” He said softly, dragging you off.

The car ride back to his house was a quiet one. When the two of you got back to his house, it wasn’t much of a surprise that it was the two of you alone. You’d only met his parents 3 different times. They liked you as far as you could tell. He even met your own parents a few times. Your parents liked him a little too much.

He brought you up to his room, changing you into a few of his clothes. Or at least, he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his basketball shorts that he no longer fit and turned around to let you change.

When you finished, you hugged his back gently and wrapped your tail around the two of you.

He let out a soft sigh, turning around and hugging you to him. For a moment, there was a comfortable silence. “Thank you, Channie.” You said softly, your face buried into his shirt. “For what?” His tone of voice matched yours, speaking softly as he laid his head on top of yours onto one of your ears.

“I don’t know. For helping me earlier. For not giving up on me even though I went over two months not saying a word to you. For accepting me when no one else did.” You said softly, looking up into his eyes. His eyes were soft and his eyebrows were knit together.

“Of course, ___. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?” He asked rhetorically, making you smile softly. “Chanyeol?” You had one simple question to ask him. He hummed in response, still staring into your eyes. “What did you mean when you say you loved me?”

Over the last few months, as you and Chanyeol’s relationship grew stronger, so did your feelings for him. Sure, you were still scared of humans, proven by Rose and her cult, but Chanyeol was different. You knew there were good humans out there, also proven by Chanyeol’s friends who knew your secret and still cared for you. But no one out there would ever treat you how Chanyeol did.

Every single late-night movie night, every rant about something stupid, every cuddle after one of you had fallen asleep watching random Netflix movies, everything he did made you fall deeper and deeper for him. It scared you more than anything else in the world. You always feared that falling for him would scare off the one person you cared about most, and the only person who cared for you the same amount as you did him.

His eyes bore into yours, his chest rising and falling against yours. “I meant that I loved you. You’re the most amazing person I could’ve ever met, ___. Every smile you make, every stupid joke that you think is hilarious when it totally isn’t, every little thing you do makes me fall head over fucking heels for you, ___. I said I loved you before, and I’m telling you now. ___, I’m in love with you. I have been since the moment I met you, and it was sealed when I heard your laugh in the lunch line. You’re like a vice grip on my heart.”

Your heart launched for the moon. Slowly, you lifted yourself and placed your lips on his, sealing them together. The two of your lips mended like a two perfect halves of a soul combining as one.

One hand moved to rest on your cheek, the other on you waist as he pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss in the most sensual way possible.

After a moment, he pulled away softly. “Chanyeol?” You said softly. He hummed back in response, his lips slightly swollen. “You know, the way you talked to Rose earlier was kinda hot.” You laughed out, and even got a laugh from him as well, showing his all too familiar goofy grin. “Maybe I should get angry at people more often then.”

When the laughter subsided, you gave him a soft smile, before opening your mouth to speak again. “Chanyeol…” It would’ve gotten his attention if it hadn’t already been on you. “I want you to be my first…”

His smile completely faded. “Oh, ___… You don’t want that. You don’t want me.” He said softly. His insecurities were his biggest downfall. His eyes fell away from yours, but you grabbed his chin gently to meet your eyes with his.

“I do. You’re the only guy in existance to make me feel as happy as you do. I want you to make love to me. Be my first and my last. Make me yours, Park Chanyeol.” His eyes searched yours for any sign of difference, mentally asking you if you were sure about everything you just told him. He couldn’t find a single shred.

Slowly, once more, his lips found yours. The warmth of his lips spread along yours like wildfire. His tongue dragged along your bottom lip, and you, albeit excitedly, allowed him access. The kiss grew deeper by the seconds, becoming much more heated yet with the same amount of love and care that was there moments ago.

The two of you stumbled backwards until the backs of your knees hit his bed, and slowly, he laid you down as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe. Your lips never broke, only until he pulled away to give kisses to your neck and jaw, tonguing them with the amount of care he would give his most prized possession. You let out a soft purr when he found the sweet spot on your neck, and eagerly, he nipped on it, leaving an easy mark on the virgin skin.

It wasn’t until you started grabbing at his shirt that he pulled away and held your hands. “Baby, let me take care of you.” His words were soft and caring, but he still didn’t hesitate to lift his shirt over your head, careful of your ears. You were left simply in a bra and his shorts, suddenly feeling much smaller than him, as if you hadn’t known this simple fact before.

He stepped back for a moment, taking in the new amount of skin on display. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He said softly before attaching his lips to your collarbone. This is where he left his second mark. You let out a wanton moan, drifting into his ears like a symphony.

“Can I take this off?” He asked softly, his thumb stroking your bra, and you nodded a little too excitedly. You’d be lying if you said that none of these actions sent heat directly to your core. He slid his hands behind your back and tangled with the clasp before finally getting it off. He pulled it off of you and flung it on the floor somewhere behind him, neither of you caring as the moment.

His lips found your neck again, his tongue lapping downwards until it reached you nipple, his teeth scraping gently across it before tugging on it, sending a moan out through your lips. He soothed the area afterwards with his tongue, using his hand to play with the other.

His lips began traveling lower until he reached the edge of the shorts you were wearing. Once more, he looked up to you as a silent question of consent, to which you wrapped your fluffy tail around his waist and nodded. He smiled softly as he began to pull both your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop with the help of you lifting your hips.

He stood back once more, taking your body in in all of its glory. You took the moment to rake him over as well, noticing he was still fully dressed in contrast to your full nudity. “Chanyeol…” You whined out, getting his attention. A quick flash of worry came over his eyes, moving to hover over you again. “What is it, baby? We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.”

You wanted to laugh at how soft he was, but you were so hot and bothered that you couldn’t bring yourself to. “You’re still fully dressed.” You said simply, and immediately you saw the worry in his eyes dissipate. He chuckled softly and nodded, standing back up and pulling his shirt over his head. It’s not like you haven’t seen him without a shirt on. You’d actually walked in on him fully naked before on accident. But this was a completely different scenario, and seeing him like this casted a different light on the two of you.

He was now shirtless in front of you, and you took the moment to study every single curve this boy had. He reached down to undo his pants and slide them down his legs, tossing them somewhere with the rest of your clothes, leaving on his boxers alone.

Once more, he climbed on top of you, pressing his lips to yours in another heated kiss, his hands slowly trailing down your body, tracing every single curve you had before finally resting a hand on your mound, cupping it softly.

You sighed out his name, and it pretty much sent him into action. He made avid work kissing every inch of your body until his face came directly in front of your core.

Slowly, he dipped one finger in between your folds, immediately getting drowned by all your juices. He let out a groan. “Damn baby, so wet and I hardly even touched you.” He chuckles, slowly leaning in and giving your clit the tiniest kitten lick, sending your back arching upwards off the bed.

He paused for a moment, studying your reactions. Slowly, he trailed a flat strip up your cunt, making you let out a loud groan. You had never been touched before. Not like this. And Chanyeol could definitely tell.

His tongue went to work on you, lapping languidly at your clip with almost expertise movements. A single finger prodded your entrance, slipping in with ease due to your juices pooling below you, curling upwards as if knowing your body like the back of his hand even though having never touched you before.

“Chanyeol…” You whined out, “Please… I need you…”

He stood back up, leaning over you and kissing you roughly, yet still with care, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “You taste amazing, Kitten.” You giggled softly at the name, considering the irony of it.

Any sort of laughter you had died down when he finally removed his boxers, his cock flinging up and hitting his stomach. He smiled down at you, before leaning over and pulling a condom out of his side table.

After rolling it on, he slowly lined up with your entrance. “It’s okay if it hurts, love. It’ll only be for a moment and then it’ll be over. Just focus on kissing me, ok?” He said softly, his arms around you and his eyes staring into yours.

You nodded softly, and with that, his lips were on yours again. This time around, it was much more sweet and careful, his tongue moving in ways to attempt to distract you when he finally thrusted into you. The stretch stung, but you were so wet that it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, you moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He groaned in pleasure when you took him all the way to the hilt, pussy sucking him in so amazingly. You got adjusted pretty quickly, squeezing your muscles around him to tell him to move.

When he started thrusting, it was slow, feeling every ridge and vein of each other with only love shared between the two of you. His hand reached up to yours and intertwined your fingers, his lips still moving against yours slowly.

You attempted to chase an orgasm in any way, but it probably couldn’t be done at this pace. “Chan… Faster…” You moaned out, and he stilled for a second, letting go of your hand with a quick nod. He sat up slightly, a bit more of an angle for him to reach in between your bodies, trail one hand up your body and wrap around your neck, squeezing softly, before pulling almost fully out and slamming back into you.

“God! Fuck!” You moaned out, your back arching off the bed with each thrust, the next just like the one before it. “That’s it, baby…” He moaned out, moving his hands off your neck in trade for your hips, gripping onto them and somehow thrusting faster than he had before.

You were left a moaning mess with each and every thrust, eyes rolling back into your skull and whatever sanity you had left was twisting into itself in your core, the tightening in your lower stomach giving it’s telltale sign. “Fuck, Chanyeol! I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out.

He only took this chance to move his hand to play with your clit, rolling it in circles. His thrusts began to get sloppy, and you figured that he was going to cum as well.

“Cum with me, Chanyeol…” You said to him, your fucked out tone of voice hitting him deep, the core in the both of you bursting simultaneously. He continued to thrust into you, riding out the both of your orgasms. With a final thrust, he curled foreword, laying on top of you, both of your ragged breaths heating up the air around your sweaty bodies.

You couldn’t say anything, your mind was in the clouds by now, and all you could see was him pulling out of you and walking away, coming back with a pair of shorts on and a warm rag to clean you up.

He laid down next to you and quickly your curled into him, your head nuzzling under his neck.

“Chan?” You said tiredly.

He hummed in response, drawing random shapes on your back with his blunt fingernail.

“I love you.” You said happily, drifting off to sleep. But before you drifted off entirely, you heard the one thing he could say to make your heart full.