Ok so i have this theory. You know when Dean and Cas look at each other for a long time and Cas makes the little cute confused face. I can’t find a good gif but he does the little head tilt and squinty eyes thing. Anyway, in one episode with Claire, Cas tells Claire that he can not only sense prayers, but can sense a longing too. My theory is that when Cas and Dean are making intense eye contact, Cas can sense the longing and even lust that Dean feels towards him. That’s why he looks confused, because he’s trying to work out why Dean is longing for him.
You slouched, face squished on the pillow to your side. Bottles of soju scattered by your side. Your legs tangled between the blankets.
“Shibal seki..” (fucking bastard) you chanted drunkenly. Quickly, your body jumped to stand on the couch. You raised your arm pointing to the imaginary Sehun in front of you from above.
“Seki shi-” you stopped, hiccuping. “No no, that’s wrong. It’s.. shiki.. se..bal?” You slurred dropping your arm and tilting your head.
Your phone chirped and you jumped, tripping over the back of the couch and landing harshly on the floor. Once you stood up, you picked up the device. Although your vision was blurred by the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, somehow you managed to read ‘Park Chanyeol’ on the screen.
“Park.. Chan-” *hiccup* “yeol.” You slid the green button to the side and flipped it on to speaker.
“Y/n?” The phone spoke. You gasped. “Chanyeol?! Are you trapped in there?” You tapped the screen.
The phone sighed. “I was hoping you weren’t wasted.”
“Chanyeol I’m gonna get you outta there!” You ran around your house screaming and opening drawers. “Y/n- no listen to me- hey-” Chanyeol hit his forehead, whining.
“I’m coming over, unlock the door.” Chanyeol said and the phone beeped.
“Chanyeol? Wait how are you gonna come over if you’re stuck in there?” You turned the phone around, furrowing your eyebrows.
A knock at the door startled you, you dropped the cellular and tip toed to the door. Once on your toes, you peaked through the glass. “Sehun! How’d you get hear so fast?”
“I live in the apartment right across from you, Y/n.” He sighed. You gasped, looking around.
“Y/n I can see you. Open the door.” You stood back to realize your peep hole was actually a glass screen door. You giggled and opened the door, hitting yourself in the face on accident.
“You look like shit.” The hit sobered you a bit. You rubbed your forehead. “Do I really? Cause I feel like it.” The slur in your voice said it all.
Your knees began to sway and you felt yourself gliding back, but a hand caught you. Chanyeols hand hooked under your knees and you opened your eyes to see he put you back on the couch.
“I’m pretty sure this is an illegal amount of soju..” he shook his head, tipping a bottle over to find it empty.
“Why did Sehun dump me?” You looked at Chanyeol, blinking as tears welled in your eyes. “Am I a drunk? Or ugly?” Do I have a flat chest?“ Chanyeols mouth opened to speak but he froze as you lifted up your tank top, looking at your breasts, then at Chanyeol. “Am I?” Chanyeol gulped, trying to pull his eyes off your chest but he just couldn’t.
For so long has he looked at you. The way your eyes sparkled. The way you smiled. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed, or when you laughed so hard you started to cry. The way you were afraid of strange things, like vacuum cleaners or the fences in front of jails. The way you always needed someone by your side.
He looked too hard. He looked at the way your eyes sparkled for Sehun. The way you smiled at Sehun. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed at a joke Sehun told. The way you wanted Sehun to hold you when you were scared.
The way you always needed Sehun by your side.
But Sehun left. He left like that meant nothing to him. Like you meant nothing to him. And that made Chanyeol so.. so.. angry.
Because you meant everything to him.
Chanyeol flew forward, pushing your shoulders back onto the couch. You stared up at him blankly. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips. You smiled and kissed him. You’d been waiting so long for this. For the feeling of his lips on yours. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and needed.
Chanyeol kissed you roughly. The kiss tasted of beer and you and, god, did it make Chanyeol so drunk. You tasted so delicious. He never wanted anything more. His hands traveled up the tank top you lifted early, gripping your breast with the tips of his fingers. Your hands tangled into his coarse hair and you moaned into his mouth.
Chanyeol’s knuckles kneaded your buds. You moaned into his mouth. Your bare legs caressed his atop his pants and that’s when Chanyeol realized you weren’t wearing pants. He pulled away, breathing heavily and smirked. His hands flew quickly to your ass, lifting your hips to meet his. His hips grind against yours, letting you feel what you’ve done to him. He squeezes your ass, lifting one hand and slapping your skin.
“Bad girl.. from now on, why don’t you wear pants when your guy friends come over?” You nod and gulp. Chanyeol’s hands reach up to tear the tank into two. You watch him throw the pieces behind him.
Chanyeols head dives to your chest, his lips immediately engulfing one of your nipples. Your fingers grab his hair, grasping roughly as you squeal. His teeth bite and pull on the flesh. You can’t help but feel guilty.
Because here you are, your ex-boyfriends best friend attached to your chest. And even though you knew it was wrong.
God it felt so right. So good.
“Chanyeol.. don’t stop..” you moan. Chanyeols tongue glides to the dip of your stomach, leaving a strawberry hickey behind as he continues down. He quickly disregards of the restraining underwear and sighs.
“Beautiful.” He whispers, astonished.
His eyes are adoring, but the second he blinks, they darken. He stares up at you, straight to your soul. Chanyeols flicks his tongue on your clit and you hiss. His tongue presses flat and warm against your wet folds and he can’t help but relish in the sweet taste of you. Like cherry.
He towers over you once your eyes open, his cock being pulled from its barriers. Your drunken vision fails to see what you so badly wanted to.
He opened the drawer behind you, pulling a condom from the box.
He hesitates for a second. Flipping the condom over, he groans and tosses it aside. “It’s too small, I guess I’ll fuck you raw.” He begins to position himself. “They fit Sehun..?” You said, holding onto his shoulder as you felt the tip pressed to your entrance.
“Well, I guess not all of us are the same size?” Stars flashed before your eyes as Chanyeol shoved his whole length in. You choked on the scream you needed so badly to release. He paused, feeling you stretch to widths like never before. You fingernails broke the skin on his shoulders. “So.. fucking.. tight..”
He gasped and sighed loudly, falling into your neck. Slowly, he pulled out, feeling your walls shrink back as he did. He thrusted back in and you whimpered. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rocked in and out of you. Soon enough, all you could feel was insane pleasure as his pace sped up. His gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and your hip with the other. Your fingers scratched pink lines up his back that would surely be there tomorrow morning.
His pace began to feel unbearable. Unknown sounds left your throat, his grunts in your ear. You were reaching pure bliss; heaven. His thumb reached over and pressed deeply into your clit. Your entire will was abandoned as you screamed his name at the top of your lungs. Strings were untied and you melted beneath his body.
With a few more thrusts, he groaned blissfully and pulled out of your dripping cave. Utopia spewed on your stomach and thighs - Chanyeol’s personal work of art. With heavy breath, he smirked.
“You have no idea how long I waited for that.” He shook his head in disbelief, chest rising and falling quickly.
“I think.. I do..” you creaked. Your voice was lost completely and you coughed. “Did I fuck my baby girl up?”
Chanyeol grinned and snuggled behind you, his sweaty body sticking to yours. He pulled a blanket over the two of you.
“I love you Chanyeol.” You whispered, squeaking a few times. He chuckled, kissing your neck. “Ahh, hush baby. Don’t break your beautiful voice.”