When you first brought up the idea to your boyfriend, he was reluctant and hesitant, almost downright refusing to even think about it because he was so worried about hurting you. It was cute and sweet, his attentive behaviour towards you and your wellbeing is a trait of Chanyeol’s you love and adore. Nothing is missed when it comes to him, and he always seemed to know your limits. But you wanted to push it so bad.

“Baby, I just… I don’t want to hurt you,” He had said, his voice soft. “I mean, what if I get too rough with you?”

You’re sitting in his lap, his palms resting on your hips and his thumbs pressing into the crease of your hips and thighs. He rubs your soft skin mostly out of habit, but partly just to soothe himself over the conversation. Your fingers pinch and bundle the hem of his shirt, nail just barely biting at his bare skin, maintaining strict eye contact with your boyfriend despite his constant fidgeting.

“I told you, Chanyeol,” you started firmly, bringing a hand up to his nape and letting your fingers brush the strands of his hair along his neck. “I trust you so much, I know you won’t hurt me… and I promise you if it gets to much I’ll stop you immediately” 

You can almost see him thinking, his brain processing and reworking his previous opinions about your idea in the first place, biting the inside of his own cheek. Slowly but surely, he lifts his hand up and sticks his pinky out, a simple gesture but carrying the weight of a meaning that makes you beam with delight, hooking your own pinky around his in a promise. 

That’s how you find yourself laying on your back against the bed sheets later that night, stripped of your clothing and your legs forced open by the body that sits between them. There's tears streaming down the sides of your face, mouth open wide with a pitched moan as Chanyeol plummets his fingers into your needy cunt, the lewd wet sound filling the dark room. It wasn’t a new occurrence, he loved spreading you open and keeping you that way to watch you writhing beneath him with no way of relieving yourself, surrendering completely to his fingers working you open to later fit his overwhelmingly thick length. 

The difference now was his hand clamped around your neck, his fingers and thumb applying pressure along the sides of your neck to effectively block your ability to breathe properly. It heightened every bit of your senses, choked moans and cries spilling from your mouth as his fingers curl and slam into you, occasionally leaning over to spit on your clit just to brush his thumb against the swollen bud, never giving you full satisfaction. You hated and loved it all so much. 

Chanyeol releases the pressure on your neck to allow you to breathe, slowing down the pace of his fingers and rubbing slow circles around your clit, thumb catching the hood, “Fuck, princess,” he coos, fingers curling inward as he presses down against the bud, the thumb on your neck caressing your skin. “You’re gorgeous like this, y’know. My good girl taking my fingers so well, even when you can barely breathe you just lay there and take it” 

You nearly cry out at his words, an overwhelming surge of arousal pooling in your abdomen makes you squirm and buck your hips against his hand, gasping as his hand tightens around your neck once more. “Dirty girl, you’re so filthy,” He whispers, his tone laced with sweetness and admiration. 

He slips his fingers out from your plush walls, observing your hole clenching around nothing but air, almost pleading to be filled again. 

The hand around your neck drags down along your torso, fingers gentle against your skin in contrast to his actions just moments ago. “On your stomach, doll,” He says, his hand finding your hip to urge you onto your stomach, humming at your easy compliance as he lifts you onto your knees, his fingers grazing your folds and teasingly spreading you open 

“Atta girl,” his voice is low and rough, his hand wrapping around his hard length and guiding the tip against your slit, hearing your muffled moans into the pillow as you push your hips back against his cock, watching it slip inside your hole. “My pretty girl is so needy”

Chanyeol's hands are suddenly cupping your breasts, fingers brushing against your perked nipples before hauling you up against his chest. He’s thrusting his cock into your greedy hole, curling his arm around your neck and trapping you against his chest, His bicep and forearm completely cutting off your ability to breathe, putting you in a headlock as he fills your pussy.  

Your mouth hangs open, choked moans slipping out as he drives his length into you, his free hand resting along your lower stomach, fingers sprawled out and pressing against where your belly bulges from his dick. The feeling makes him moan.  

“Fuck princess, I can’t get enough of you, you feel that? Just sucking me in and claiming every part of your insides, hm?” He groans into your ear, releasing the pressure around your neck for a moment, the high pitched moan coming from you has him speeding up his pace, slamming his hips against you. 

“You like being completely helpless, doll? You can barely even breathe and you’re still whining for my cock,” He suddenly slows his pace, dragging the thick length along your walls as the hand splayed across your belly slips lower between your thighs, fingers collecting the slick that leaks around his cock from your pussy and circling it around your clit. 

Chanyeol suddenly tightens his arm around your neck, slamming into you. “C’mon princess, cum just like this, dirty and pathetic all over my cock, just like you wanted too” 

Your vision becomes spotty, your body convulsing from the overwhelming pleasure ripping through your body. You aren't even able to moan, strangled whines being all you can conjure as you cum, feeling the spurts of his own release filling your pussy and coating your walls in hot white semen. 

You gasp as Chanyeol removes his arm from your neck, hands holding you firmly as he lowers you onto the sheets and slips himself out of you. His fingers are gentle, caressing your tender body and letting his hands cup your hips, then your waist. You take a moment to breathe and process everything, coming down from your high. 

“You’re alright, princess? Was I too hard on you?” He suddenly asks, feeling him sink into the spot next to you on the bed. His hand caresses the curve of your waist, and when you open your eyes to look at him there's a worrisome look on his face. You feel his fingers suddenly touch your neck, barely grazing the skin.

“That was perfect, Chanyeol,” you smile widely, eyes half-lidded and in a daze, “please do it more, with your arm– god, that was so hot, babe” 

You hear him chuckle, leaning in to gently kiss your cheek. “Okay princess, I’ll keep it in mind since you loved it so much,” the implication alone that he’d do it again makes you squirm. “But for now, please try to rest… I’ll clean you up”

You consider your boyfriend to be the human epitome of a puppy. Not like a full grown golden retriever, but a sweet and clumsy corgi puppy. There are times where you can almost imagine a set of fluffy ears on top of his head, perking up once you finish your work and finally have a moment to spare to spend with him. Sometimes he’ll bump his head against you, rubbing his face and hair into the crook of your neck as a plea for attention. 

Baekhyun would whine for the attention too, like actually whine for it. Invading your personal space and playfully distracting you from whatever you have your focus on, peppering your face and neck with innocent kisses. “Baby, please… I miss you,” He’d say with pout, catching your lips in a kiss when you briefly look at him. Even if he’s been next to you all day, it isn’t really spending time with each other if you aren’t focused on him!

“You’re doing so well, pup. Thank you for being so patient,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hand and tucking the strands behind his ear now that it’s grown out a little. He noticeably beams at the praise. 

You’re sure if he had a tail, it would be wagging all day long. And there are moments where you imagine strapping a collar around his neck... wondering whether he would love it or paw at it with an annoying expression. You also wonder if you should reward him with a treat for his good behaviour. 

Though his version of a treat wouldn’t be his favourite meal or a gift to add to his gaming set up. God no, his version of a treat would result in holding your legs open with a strong grip on your thighs, blunt nails biting at your skin as he laps your slick folds eagerly. Baekhyun has too much pent up energy sometimes, and unleashing it all on you is something he begs for. 

“No! No please let me taste you again, baby please!” He’d say when you attempt to close your legs from the overstimulation, though his mouth is already on your raw, wet cunt, harshly sucking at your swollen clit. His dick is already hard again, even after spilling inside you just moments before. Dipping his tongue into your spent hole, he tastes the satisfying mixture of his cum and your slick seeping out. The sight alone makes him go haywire. 

“Fuck- pup, slow down, Ah!–” Your words barely register in his head until after he’s pushed your knees to your chest, already rutting his thick cock inside your pussy once again, whimpering at how easily it slips inside you.

Baekhyun watches himself enter you, almost in a trance at how well you take it. The relentless fucking throughout the night stretching your pussy and molding your plush walls to fit his dick perfectly, it drives him crazy.