#decietful

Two

“I hate this.” You panted, flopping onto your back, struggling to catch your breath.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes from behind his laptop screen, not even sparing you a glance. “I don’t care. Again.”

You bit down a complaint, furrowing your brow. By this point, you were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hairs sticking to the nape of your neck, muscles burning from lactic acid. Your legs were littered with black and blue bruises, evidence of the training you had endured for the past few weeks refusing to fade. But still, you clambered back to your feet.

Lining up your feet the way that trainer - Yixing, you think was his name - had shown you, gaze narrowing at the beaten and dusty kickboxing bag hung from the ceiling, you geared yourself up for another series of attacks. “You know, when you said we would have more lessons, I was expecting something a lot more fun.” You grumbled, before beginning to kick the bag once again.

Your foot whacked the bag with a bang, dust careening off of it in a wide arc spinning through the air. Again, your fist came up in a right hook, other leg kneeing it in the opposite direction, landing another harsh punch with your other fist. Over and over, dizzyingly so, until you could swear your feet were nothing but blurs and your limbs had long since gone numb. That is, until you tried to roundhouse kick it, the way Yixing had shown you, resulting in a flare of pain through your hip, making you crumple to the floor, yet again. “Fuck!”

Chanyeol watched the ordeal, huffing a sigh when he watched you fall to a broken heap onto the dirty floor. Closing his laptop with a dull thud, he shuffled out of his chair, only to land a soft kick into your side. “Come on, we don’t have all day.” 

You opened your eyes to face him, eyeing you down with disdain from above, his foot poking you incessantly, until you finally rolled over with a grumble. He was relentless in his training, not satisfied with your shooting target practice until you could hit a coin he had taped to the wall from across a room. Even though the countless hours you had spent at the firing range were a pain in your ass, you had to admit; the feeling of watching sparks fly off of that damn quarter when you hit it was electrifying.

Plus, you officially were considered a sharpshooter now, warranting the purpose of that gun you bought. So eat shit, Chanyeol.

“You have to plant your foot better, your heel keeps moving.” Chanyeol said, turning to face the kickboxing bag himself. “Like this.”

You clambered to your feet, crossing your arms, and huffing a stray strand of hair out of your face roughly, brows furrowed.

Upon hearing your sigh, he spun to face you, cocking his head and raising his brows, lips pursed. “Done pouting, princess?”

You rolled your eyes with a slight sneer. “I wasn’t pouting, I had a hair in my face.”

Chanyeol shook his head, eyeing you with disdain. “Sure you did. Just be quiet and watch, for once.”

Ignoring your urge to quip something back, push his buttons, you instead shut your mouth, eyes trailing on his back foot. Hell, if you didn't learn this eventually, you might be in this room forever.

Chanyeol made it look easy, the way he spun backwards, left leg rising with the motion until it nailed the bag with a satisfying thump, at an impressive height. Should he do that move on anyone else, there was no doubt they would be knocked out cold. 

He grimaced at the feeling of whacking the heavy bag, rolling his ankle quickly while shooting you a look. “Were you watching?”

You nodded quickly, shooing him away with the back of your hand, the image of his rotation replaying in your mind. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” You hummed, preparing to take the position yourself.

Chanyeol scoffed at you waving him off, but complied, moving aside so that you could step into his place, his eyes never straying from your form.

Ignoring his gaze, you stepped into position, huffing a deep breath, fists coming up to maintain your balance. You took a quick deep breath, rolling your neck for a second before you spun, leg lifting as you had watched, nailing the bag with a harsh slap echoing throughout the empty training room.

And you felt good about it... that is, until a bolt of pain shuddered through your hip, making your leg give out and your body slam to the floor once again.

“Shit!″ You swore, cursing to yourself in anger. Fuck! Why couldn’t you just keep your damn heel down?

Chanyeol just smirked down at you, cocking his head. “Feeling good, princess?”

You glared at him, gritting your teeth. “Fuck this! I can do everything else, who the fuck would do this shit anyway? It’s stupid, is what it is.” You grumbled, clambering to your feet and brushing the dust off your legs roughly. “I could do everything else and still beat the other guy.”

At that, Chanyeol barked out a laugh, his head tossing backwards at the hilarity of your statement. He shook his head at you slowly, his smirk deepening, eyes twinkling mischievously. “You really think you could beat another, bigger, stronger guy with anything other than a roundhouse kick?”

You rolled your eyes at him, scoffing. “I’m quick, and I have good flexibility. Yixing said -”

“Yixing is a trainer; he’s never been in an actual fight with a mob boss. He just teaches the skills you would need in any sort of hand-to-hand combat.” Chanyeol explained, as though you were five years old. It just made you even more annoyed. 

“Well I think I could at least land a good punch.” You grumbled, crossing your arms at Chanyeol. It was hard to look annoyed with him when he was so tall, gazing down at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Okay then. Think fast.” Chanyeol said, before lunging at you, his leg immediately going for the back of your knee, trying to knock you off kilter.

Your eyes widened, but you managed to dart out of his trap within enough time that his foot just whirred past you, the tip of his toes grazing your bare skin. 

“Yeol, what the fuck?” You exclaimed, ducking under the fist that came flying at your left.

“Don’t call me that.” Chanyeol grunted, backing off so he could tug his flame-red hair under his black cap, teeth showing from between his grin. He was excited, thrilled to have the chance to beat your ass, you could see it in his eyes.

But, as long as you landed a good kick, you would also consider it a success. The idea had your heart thundering in excitement - and so, you tightened your ponytail, raising your fists into defensive position. “Fine, go on then, you ass-”

Suddenly, he came at you with a kick to your arms, just hard enough to knock them away from your face, leaving you open, and off balance. You were quick to react however, turning away from his outstretched arms and instead grabbing his shoulder and pulling him forward harshly. To your dismay, he was heavier than you anticipated, only throwing him off balance slightly, but you hooked your foot around his knee to help your case, sending him to his knees with a harsh ‘oomph!’

Chanyeol was quick to catch himself however, instead stunning you with a quick shoulder roll forward. The weight you had displaced for him only acted as fuel to his maneuver, until he was somehow further away from you, and seemingly unscathed from your efforts.

He climbed to his feet quickly, turning to shoot you an evil grin from over his shoulder. “That was a great warm up.” He said mockingly, brushing off his black tee as he turned around. “Is that all you can manage for today?”

You shook your head at him, lips twisting into a aggravated frown. Were you out of breath form the short scrap? Maybe. But that was besides the point.

“Of course not.” 

“Great, I was out of practice anyway.” Chanyeol grinned, before he started towards you again, eyes glinting.

Quickly, he tried to deliver a kick to your shoulder, which you blocked with your forearm, instead grabbing him by the ankle and throwing it away from you, trying to catch him with a swift punch to the jaw, but he ducked out of the way before you could land it, making you grit your teeth. So close!

He reached to grab your wrists, but you snatched them out of his reach, instead stepping back and kicking his hands away like they were poison. 

“Perfect, see?” Chanyeol said quickly, making you screech to a halt, eyeing him with distrust.

“What?”

Chanyeol was frozen in position, looking up at you expectantly. He was hunched over, your kick having knocked him aside slightly that he was now at your height. “You just kicked me, so plant that foot,” He said, pointing at the very foot that you just used to whack his hands, “Spin and kick me in the head. Just like I just showed you.”

“You want me to kick your head?!” You asked ludicrously, glaring at him like he had three heads. Was he insane? Even if you fucked up your hip yet again, you would still land a solid thwonk onto his head, which would certainly hurt.

“Are you going to do it or not?” Chanyeol snipped back, edging you to just do it with the motion of his head.

Well, he does look uncomfortable hunched over like that. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help him out.

Actually, it probably would.

You followed his direction, planting your foot onto the dirty cement, before turning around, raising your leg into a painful trajectory on Chanyeol’s forehead. The motion sent your ponytail flying around your head, breeze whipping at your loose tank top, so close to finishing the rotation until his hand caught your foot, sending you to a shuddering halt.

“Fuck, Chanyeol, I had it!” You shrieked, hands coming up in expiration and disappointment. Of course, the one time you managed to keep grounded, he just had to spoil your fun.

“Yeah, cause I taught you properly.” Chanyeol grunted, still keeping your foot in his tight grasp as he straightened. It wasn’t painful, just a nuisance as you struggled to keep your balance. “Should I be offended the only time you actually try is when the target is me?”

“You should be annoyed cause as soon as you let go, I’m going to do it again, you little -“ You began to hiss at him, hands coming up to whack off his grasp, until a voice interrupted you.

“Park, hands off, you know the rules.” A deep voice said sternly, making you immediately want to straighten, and obey. It was authoritative and monotone, aware of the influence it had over those it spoke to.

Even so, Chanyeol rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh, but dropped your foot nonetheless, making you stumble slightly. He may have tried to hide it, but you heard him snort slightly as he watched it. Fucking prick.

Ignoring every will inside you begging to knee him in the groin, you turned to face whoever had entered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears.

The man in front of you was no taller than you, but still made you shrink under his gaze. Dark, straight brows framed his deep-set eyes, full lips twisted into a slight scowl as he eyed Chanyeol with distaste. “She has a job to do.” He said, gesturing to you with his hand quickly.

Chanyeol smirked at him, raising his brows slightly. “A job to do? And what exactly would that be?”

The man just rolled his eyes, gesturing for you to follow him outside and into the hallway.

Chanyeol started after him, so you loped immediately behind, stomach starting to do flips, although you would never admit it. A job already? You were only a few weeks into training; what the hell were they expecting you to do?

Your mind going in circles, you decided to distract yourself, tapping on Chanyeol’s shoulder lightly.

“What?” He grunted, sparing you a glance over his shoulder.

“Who is he?” You mumbled quietly, just loud enough that Chanyeol could hear, but the man leading the two of you wouldn’t. Who knows, some people you had met so far were offended that you didn’t know who they were. That arms dealer at the firing range - Sehun, you think his name was - was definitely pissed that you hadn’t heard of him around the headquarters. This guy could be just the same.

Chanyeol glanced at him, grinning a little bit. “Oh, him?” He asked loudly, making you grimace. Of course he would use the opportunity to embarrass you. “It’s Kyungsoo. He’s an enforcer -“

“And Chanyeol’s immediate superior.”

“ - and my coworker.” Chanyeol said even louder, making Kyungsoo shake his head with a grimace. “He thinks he’s my boss, but the only person that’s the boss of me is God.”

Kyungsoo turned to glare at Chanyeol, who’s stupid smirk was still plastered onto his face. “Yeah, God, and Junmeyon, and me.”

“If that help you sleep at night, sure thing, Soo.” Chanyeol hummed affectionately, mocking him with his tone. Even so, you could tell Kyungsoo didn’t mind, the way he just rolled his eyes and ignored Chanyeol’s pestering. He didn’t push the matter further, prompting Chanyeol to continue pushing his buttons. Directed at you now, he grinned. “Don’t worry though, he’s all bark, and no bite.”

That made Kyungsoo scoff, turning to give Chanyeol a knowing smirk. “Yeah, tell that to the people I’ve put six feet under.”

That just made Chanyeol roll his eyes, scoffing at him, even though his tone told you it wasn’t an exaggeration in the slightest.

Finally, Kyungsoo lead you from out of the training wing, headed to the elevator. Each floor in the building served it’s purpose; first was the lobby, Junmeyon’s office, and surveillance. Second was offices, and that was no word of a lie. Having invested in multiple companies scattered throughout Seoul, it offered office space for those business’ (not to mention a decoy from law enforcement). Training was on the fifth floor, just far enough away from the offices to muffle the noises of your practicing from the secretaries and blue-collar stock brokers. The others you had yet to discover, although the towering building certainly served many purposes; as well as made profit, certainly into the multi-millions.

The three of you clambered inside, only to have Kyungsoo press the button to the basement. You tried not to gulp; wasn’t it in all the movies that the basement held the scary, dark secrets?

The elevator hummed to life, slowly beginning it’s descent to the floors below, into the depths of the building. As you went down, you managed to catch your breath from the training you had been working on, tugging your hair out of it’s ponytail and letting it fall down to you back softly, prompting Chanyeol to give you the side eye.

You rolled your eyes. he always had to pick a damn fight. “What now?” You asked, giving him a deadpan look.

He furrowed his brow at you, giving you a quick once over. “What’re you fixing your hair for, it’s not like you’ve gotta look nice for whatever you’re doing. It’s probably just more shooting.” He said, before rolling his eyes slightly with a scoff.

Kyungsoo, on the other hand, nodded at you quickly. “No, she’s right, you should try to tame it a little bit. We do have a different outfit for you, however, so don’t worry about that.”

At that, your heart began thudding in excitement and anxiety, while Chanyeol’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. “Wait, what?! She’s been in training for a few weeks and you’re already going to send her into the damn field?”

“Relax.” Kyungsoo grumbled, glaring at Chanyeol as the doors slid open, revealing a jumble of dark grey walls and cold tile floor. He headed out, with Chanyeol growling into his ear the entire way. You just followed along silently, now tugging at your hair with more vigour than before.

“I didn’t do anything until two months after my training, and I caught on to everything way better than she has! What will she really manage to do at this point, stare them down until one of ‘em drops dead? I thought the point of getting trainees was to have good agents, not to get them killed right out the damn gate.” 

“Chanyeol.” Kyungsoo finally said, stopping his path through the twisting labyrinth of grey doors you seemed to be stuck in. At the sudden halt, Chanyeol thudded into his back with a soft oomph. “I didn’t bring her here to have you griping in my ear about what trainee’s should and shouldn’t do. I don’t know what the hell you think she is to you, acting like this, but she’s a trapper, the only female in our arsenal. Of course we’re going to need her in the field as early as possible. It’s an easy job, just testing on where she is - and should be - in the program.” He finally said, glaring Chanyeol in the eye. 

Even though he was a solid foot shorter than him, Chanyeol shied away from his venomous gaze, instead shaking his head with a grumble. His head quickly fell backwards towards the ceiling, rubbing his temples, as though the very idea of you doing something other than being pestered by him was exhausting. 

“Fine, but I’m observing.” He finally relented, making Kyungsoo give him a curt nod.

“Finally. Now shut up and let’s get inside.” He said, turning a few more paces before he reached another grey door, one of the hundreds surely lining the basement. How he knew where he was going, you had no damn idea. You still followed him inside however, swallowed by darkness, except from the glass windowpane to your left.

“Let me go!” The man - or boy, you couldn’t be sure - yelled from where he was, in the room only visible to you through the thin layer of glass. It was no use, however; the walls surrounding him were dark grey, ridged and appearing soft enough to absorb almost all sound. His voice was static-laden, fed through a small speaker on the far wall from the trio of you. “I’m not who you want, I swear!” “That,” Kyungsoo said, gesturing to the man currently trapped in the room, “Is a suspected member of Neoculture Technologies. They’re our rivals, as I’m sure you know.”

You just nodded silently, unable to tear your eyes off of the guy, his fists so tight they were white-knuckled on the table. His tawny blonde hair was falling into his eyes, which flickered wildly around the room, his jaw working tightly. He looked young - tiny! There was no way he could have worked for a mafia gang... right? Suddenly, his dark, doe eyes flickered over you, making you jump slightly.

“Relax, he can’t see you, dumbass.” Chanyeol said, rolling his eyes at you in an exaggerated manner. He adjusted his cap, giving Kyungsoo a stern glare.

“He’s not restrained.”

“He doesn’t need to be.” Kyungsoo said simply, offering a slight shrug. “One of our guys picked him up off the street. He was probably something low-time, a recruiter or something. He didn’t even put up a fight.”

“Doesn’t mean that he won’t now.” Chanyeol grumbled, before a loud bang interrupted him.

The man was now standing, having been pacing in front of the door, before he was now hammering on it, his fists making solid thumps echo through the speaker. “Please!” He shouted, his voice now hoarse and fading, shoulders wound. “I swear to God!”

“I hate these ones.” Kyungsoo said, rolling his eyes. “Such pansies.” 

Chanyeol scoffed at that, nodding along slightly, making your lips twist into a smirk slightly. 

As awful as it seemed, standing here and watching a member of your rival gang, you couldn’t help but feel like you were finally part of something. It was electrifying, knowing that these two guys were on your side, part of the multitude of people and gears that had alligned to make this guy fall into your hands. You actually belonged here.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked, turning to look at Kyungsoo expectantly, your lips twisted into a slight grin. 

“Eager.” He said, returning your smile, before turning to point to the door behind you slightly. “Right across the hall, there’s a bathroom. Should be a duffle bag in there, with some clothes in it. Put them on, and come back here, I’ll let you know what do do from there.”

Giving him a swift nod, you followed his instructions, shuffling out the door quickly, now a ball of excitement growing in your stomach. Hell, whatever you would be doing would be your first responsibility in the company, a giant leap in terms of your standing within it’s employees. It was a demonstration of their trust in you, making you giddy with delight.

Sure enough, a black duffle bag was sitting on the cool granite countertop the bathroom, next to a obnoxiously colourful flowerpot and immaculately white towels. Sometimes, the boujee-ness of this place still astounded you. Snatching the bag off the countertop, you turned to lock the door behind you, before beginning to shed your workout gear.

It was a relief to have the cold air conditioning sweep around your fatigued muscles, cooling your sweaty skin with each layer you removed. Goosebumps flashed across your skin, urging you to tug out the clothing had had been packed away for you - or rather, lack thereof. 

The simple attire certainly wasn’t what you had in mind, but it wasn’t a bad thing. A simple black pencil skirt was tugged up to your hips, hugging your curves like a glove as you tugged up the zipper. Formal, but just short enough that your cheeks flared when you looked in the mirror, watching the material just barely cover the curve of your ass. Black heels came out next, toweringly tall, which you slipped onto your feet with ease. Your crazy teenage days of clubbing had prepared you well for these, adding at least four inches of height to your frame, elongating your legs like a sin. Now bashful, you snatched up the next piece of clothing; a simple white blouse, sleek satin shimmering in your hands. You ran your fingers over the soft fabric, brows furrowing slightly. It was... business casual? Formal, but... still sexy? When you knew you were going to be a honey trapper, you assumed hot lingerie, red lace and scanty fabric that would leave little to the imagination. This was almost the opposite --  like you were a lawyer, but a sexy lawyer. It was something out of every teenage boy’s wet dream.

Even though you weren't sure of the purpose of the attire, you still tugged the top on, tucking it into the hem of your skirt to cinch your waist, leaving just the slightest bit loose to make sure it wasn’t hugging you too tightly. The buttons were done up until just under your cleavage, making sure to show the shadow of them dipping into your bra. You could only imagine what Chanyeol would think when he saw it; you would be stupid if you hadn’t caught onto his lingering glances at this point, catching his eyes trailing on your ass whenever he watched you in training.

Even if he didn’t admit it, you knew he thought you were attractive. He hadn’t attempted anything after your previous rendezvous, barely touching you unless it was absolutely necessary, but his wandering eyes told another story. It gave you a thrill; shooting him knowing glances any time his eyes would flicker to yours, the subtle reddening of his ears as he would grumble to keep shooting or  watch your left hook. It was a maddening game of cat and mouse, but you didn’t mind. It wouldn’t go anywhere anyway; it was just a fun way to pass the time between the sound of shells clattering to the floor in the shooting range.

No matter. This is what was important.

Turning on your heel, you made your way back to the small observation room, ignoring the thundering bangs still coming from next door. You tossed the door open with a sigh, making the soft muttering between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo stop as they both turned to look at you expectantly. 

Kyungsoo stayed stone cold, a part of him you were slowly realizing was standard. He offered you a slight smile, where as Chanyeol’s eyes wandered from your messy waves all the way down to your black pumps, faltering once they reached the shadow of your breasts, the curve of your hips. 

You didn’t let it get to you, instead trying not to preen under his gaze.

“This okay?” You said timidly, offering a tight lipped grin to the guys. From their eyes, you knew it was okay. Great, even.

Even though he was clearly enjoying the ensemble, Chanyeol snorted, turning to lean on the wall across from the glass. “What are you, a preschool teacher now?” He said, crossing his arms as his eyes returned to yours.

“Yeah, looks good.” Kyungsoo said flatly, cutting off Chanyeol’s ridiculous remarks, before turning to glance back at the man in the room. “Ready for the backstory?” He said, nodding at the guy slightly. Suddenly, he was in attack mode, his brows furrowing, jaw becoming taut as he glared the guy down. 

“Yes.” You replied simply, matching his stance to level with the mirror, watching the man in the room like he was your prey. Isn’t that what he was, after all? You grinned devilishly at the thought.

The man in question had resorted to slumped in his chair in defeat, hands now drumming the table nervously. His shoulders were still wound, feet tapping along to an invisible beat, eyes flickering across the empty walls like he was trying to find meaning in them. He was defeated now, you could see it in the slumping of his arms as they rested on the tabletop.

“Name is Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo said, folding his arms in front of his chest softly. “Again, he’s probably some low time dealer or recruiter or something. We have had him on the radar for a few weeks, but he hasn’t done anything major to us. Even though he is only low-time, however, Neotech tends to let a lot of information slip through the cracks, in terms of their plans and what they’re ultimate goals are.”

You nodded along, straightening as the weight of this responsibility settled onto your shoulders. Immediately, you became what you think Kyungsoo had also morphed into; an attack dog, shackles raised and ready to fight.

“Basically, you need to go in there and get him to talk.” Soo continued, now tuning to shoot you a glance. “By all means necessary.”

A flicker of excitement and anxiety coursed through your veins, muscles tightening at the words. It was a verbal okay, shifting into drive, the words signalling that you were ready for this.

“By all means necessary?” Chanyeol scoffed, making you shoot him a look over your shoulder. “Jesus, is she going to ride his cock right in there?” Kyungsoo turned to glare at him, eyes narrowing impossibly further. “I said what I said.” He snapped, making Chanyeol roll his eyes harshly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kyungsoo.” 

“You know the job, Chanyeol, I don’t want to hear it.” He growled back, shaking his head. It was almost as though Chanyeol’s pestering was draining him, as he turned away to watch the man - Baekhyun - who was still slumped in his chair.

“I’m not being ridiculous, I just know that she won’t need to run in there and suck him off to get what she wants. He’s a newbie, you said so yourself. She could literally just ask and he’ll say anything, look at him, he’s already cowering!” “Chanyeol.” Kyungsoo snapped, louder this time, making you jump slightly. “This is not your case, it’s hers. She is going to get whatever information we need, by all means necessary, and that’s final.”

Chanyeol opened his mouth again to protest, but Kyungsoo silenced him with a hand. “Just go in, we’ll keep watch.” He said, directed at you this time, although his tone was still harsh and laced with barbed wire. It was easier for you to nod quickly, immediately spinning and tossing the door open, hurrying out of the cramped room that was now thick with tension.

“I swear to God, if he tries anything I’ll -” You heard Chanyeol growl as the door thudded shut, making your gut twist harshly. Would he try anything? Hell, Chanyeol was right, he wasn't restrained. What if they hadn't done their surveillance well enough, what if he was actually dangerous?

Your stomach was twisting, but you held it back, instead setting your shoulders straight. The cool metal of the doorknob under your fingertips was a shock back to reality. This was what you had always wanted, the thrill of danger and life on the edge an addicting high. You had been born and bred for this work; it was your own head getting in your way.

So, without further adue, you swung the door open, and stepped inside.

Getting in the first word would be crucial, that much was obvious. Your eyes couldn’t help but flicker to where you knew Kyungsoo and Chanyeol were watching, instead faced with a large mirror looking you right back. Even then, you knew their eyes would be on you.

You slipped out a sultry smirk.

“Evening, Baekhyun, correct?” You said, turning to face him with a soft smile.

He was staring you down, eyes wide and flickering with an ocean of emotions; fear, anxiety, uncertainty. “T-That’s right.” He stammered, and you could tell he was struggling to keep his voice as steady as possible, and his eyes on yours.

“Perfect, I hope we didn’t keep you too long.” You purred, heading to the chair sitting across from him, making sure to swing your hips as you meandered towards it. Your shoulders were set back, hair brushed behind them, eyeing him like he was a piece of meat. It was in your blood, to be like this. Years of convincing bouncers to accept your fake ID taught you the sultry gaze, convincing older men to buy you drinks was basically a manual on how to swing your hips just right. 

“Not long, but I still wasn’t exactly comfortable.” Baekhyun said, his voice growing slightly. You watched his fingers trembling on the tabletop however - he was all talk.

Nodding, you settled into the seat, the itchy fabric already scathing your thighs. “I know, I’m sorry about that.” You said sweetly, glancing up between your lashes to offer him a soft grin. Better make him feel at ease, at least to start. “The higher-up’s insist on it, although I have no idea why it serves any purpose.”

Baekhyun nodded slightly, his eyes finally flickering from you down onto the tabletop. He chose to remain silent, making you have to continue where you had already left off. Maybe it was for the best, anyway.

“Well, I’m sure you know why you’re here, Baek.” You said, cocking your head at him with a half-smile. “But I can promise you, you have no reason to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.” He said quickly, so fast it immediately gave him away. HIs eyes returned to yours, cheeks turning a soft blush. “I-I just don’t think I -”

“ - Well that’s good.” You said, cutting off his feeble excuse. “Leaving people in here for so long makes most go a little crazy, but I guess you’re not most people, are you?” You smirked at him, teasingly. “I’ll be the first to admit, if I knew they were keeping someone like you in here, I would have let you go an hour ago.”

Baekhyun gulped, softly enough that you almost didn’t catch it. “What do you mean, someone like me?”

You didn’t answer his question, instead choosing to laugh. “Nevermind. Either way, I want you to get out of here soon - we would hate for someone to walk in, wouldn’t we? And I don’t want to keep you waiting, a guy like you certainly has plans tonight.”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened at your tone, and finally, you caught it; his eyes flashing down to your cleavage, before they finally met yours again. Jackpot. “I-I don’t have any plans.”

You smiled at him, now wide, and you could feel your cheeks growing rosy with the motion. “Even better.”

Baekhyun nodded along now, and you could sense him being drawn to you. It was your specialty to lure them in like this, sickly sweet and impossibly sultry. You noticed even the most minute changes, the way he was leaning towards you, eyes now searching in yours, even if you didn’t quite meet his gaze.

“I’ll be honest Baek, there’s a few ways this could go.” You said, now scooting out of the chair and rising once again to your feet. He followed you with his eyes, starting to tense up slightly when you circled the table, before settling to a seat on his right. You leaned softly onto the tabletop, legs crossing at the ankle, but still giving him a smile sweetly. “Do you want to hear your options?” “Yes.” Baekhyun said softly, his gaze still trained on yours through the bangs that were fringing into his eyes.

“We know who you are, Baekhyun.” You said simple, smile slowly becoming more catlike, eyes shifting down his limber frame. He was a damn cutie; it’s a wonder how he had gotten muddled in the mafia in the first place. “And I presume you know who we are?”

“Yes.”

“So you know the power we have? We are a large... incorporation, and we have many assets that we can use to get what we want. Understood?” You said, now your voice turning slightly more stern. It would be important to make him nervous, having him twisting in his chair before you attempted to do anything else to try to get him to talk.

Baekhyun now chose to nod, words failing him in the moment, but his eyes were still flickering between yours, searching for someone he could trust, certainly. It would probably  be the one thing that could calm him in the moment.

“Great, I’m happy we’re on the same page.” You hummed, now scooting to sit fully in the table, legs swinging back and forth casually. You flicked your hair back behind you shoulder with a smile. “All that being said, we have a few options for how to move forward here.”

Baekhyun nodded again. “Okay.”

“So, first option; I could leave, and I could have one of my people come in here and make you talk. That would be quick, and much easier on my behalf, but... probably not as fun for you.” You said, cocking your head at him, gauging his reaction. 

He was now blinking harshly, eyes trained on the tabletop, fingers returning to their white-knuckled glory as he gripped the laminated wood.

“Or, option two, and I don’t usually offer this; we could stay in here, and talk.” You said with a soft smile, making his gaze return to yours. Your smile widened warmly, batting your eyes ever so softly for him. “You’re lucky you’re such a cutie.”

“What?” Baekhyun said, dumbfounded by your words, making you slip out a giggle.

“What I mean is...” You said softly, hand coming to rest of his own trembling one. You watched his eyes follow your motion, widening when your skin touched his. “If you promise to behave yourself, and just answer my questions, I’ll stay in here with you.” You even gave him a soft wink at that. “Trust me, it’ll be a lot more fun than if I need to get someone else to come interrogate you. Don’t you want to chat for a while?”

At that, Baekhyun’s jaw fell slack, little pink lips falling open just slightly at the idea. It was suggestive, and definitely ludicrous to him, but between the choices you had offered, he would be stupid to pick the latter. “Um... yeah, sure.”

“Amazing.” You purred, hand offering his small circles in thanks. He even broke into a small smile back, making your heart thud slightly. This was going incredibly well, perfect, in fact.

Except for the fact that now was when the real job started.

“So Baek, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?” You said, feet still swinging slightly. 

“I’m a... a drug dealer.”

“Hm.” You hummed softly, eyes downcasting onto your hand, still rubbing Baekhyun’s softly. “Such a pretty boy shouldn’t have such a terrible job.”

“I don’t mind it.” He hummed back, his voice husky and low.

“What do you deal?”

“Ketamine, mostly. Sometimes weed, cocaine if I can get my hands on it.” He said with a slight shrug,

You let out a twinkling laugh, tossing your head back slightly. “You deal ketamine?! Isn’t that, like, horse tranquilizer?”

Baekhyun bit down a grin too. “Yeah, and a pretty decent hallucinogen.”

“You must be insane.” You quipped at him, watching the patch of skin where his neck dipped into his shirt - his expensive shirt.

Your brows furrowed.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, Baek, but how much does a gram of street ketamine go for? Approximately.” You asked, other available hand slowly brushing across his shoulder. He bristled quickly, before you relaxing into your touch, watching you out of the corner of his eye. Your hand traced across his shoulder leisurely, you remaining calm, smiling at him sweetly, as though this was the most normal thing in the world.

Which, you guessed now, it was.

“Um, like, fifteen bucks?” He said slowly, leaning into your touch. When your fingers traced his bare skin, his head fell backwards slightly. He was enjoying basking in your attention, your fingertips brushing along his flesh like you were reading braille, your gaze warming the side of his face nicely. He really was cute. It’s a same you had to play him like this.

“Wow. You must be good at what you do.” You said, fingers dipping below the material of his top slightly, tracing across his shoulder just enough until, finally, you could see the tag poking out of the neckline of his shirt.

GUCCI

“I’m alright, I guess. Is that why you brought me in here?” Baekhyun said with a laugh, but your grin was even wider, and more sinister.

“Well, I was just admiring your shirt.” You said, hand now coming out from the hemline to rest on his neck. You could feel his pulse under your palm, a gulp when your other hand rested on his jaw. His body was already turned to face you, your hand on his face making his head match. “You must’ve paid a pretty penny for this, that’s a lot of ketamine to deal.”

His eyes widened to look deeply into yours, his tongue wetting his lips just slightly. He was unconsciously leaning towards you, seemingly unaware of the weight your words held, his eyes fluttering shut the closer you got to him. 

You matched his motions, leaning in until your lips were just about to brush his, eyes fluttering shut. The hands cupping his jaw were warm against his skin, helping guide him to you until you almost met in the middle. You could feel his breath across your mouth, but you knew better than to reward him just yet.

“Describe your involvement with Neoculture Technologies.” You said, a ghost of a smirk flitting across your lips when you felt Baekhyun freeze under your grasp.

At that, his eyes flew open, meeting yours, and suddenly he seemed to realize the predicament he was in, your hands suddenly too hot against his skin. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stammered, eyes now wide and searching yours frantically. “I swear.” You leaned back out of his space, giving him a tight lipped smile. “Aw, Baek, I thought we promised you would behave yourself. Stop lying to me.”

“I-I...” Baekhyun stammered as you released your grasp from his face, eyes wide and fearful. He was terrified now of what you knew, watching you closely for any sign of attack. When nothing came, he continued. “I don’t know who you're talking about.”

“Did you think you could pull one on me, Baek?” You said softly, giving him a soft, sad smile. “I thought you would talk to me.” You faltered your voice on purpose, blinking softly, feigning that you were actually upset by his actions. And were you? Of course not. But he didn’t need to know that.

“I-I can’t.” Baekhyun said, his eyes searching yours, and you could only imagine how he felt, clammy hands and thundering pulse.

You took the time to slip off the tabletop, instead kneeling so you would be eye-level with him beside his chair. Your shoulders were open to face him, eyes warm as they searched his slowly. “Why? Come on, you can talk to me. It’s just me now, I promise.” You muttered softly, hand coming to rest on his arm, which was wound so tightly you were surprised it hadn’t snapped.

He glanced over at you from under his fringe, lip tugged tightly between his teeth. His breathing was harsh, skin clammy under your hand, and somewhere, deep, deep down inside you, you could feel your heart twisting for him.

He remained silent, prompting you to lean closer to him, just close enough that he would be able to smell your scent, feel your breath against his neck. “Baek, listen to me.” You said lowly, your hand on his arm rubbing slow circled, coaxing him to come out of his shell. “There’s nothing to be afraid of here, okay? I’ll make sure you’re safe baby, you just need to tell me what you know about them.”

“They’ll kill me.” Baekhyun said, his voice nothing but a hushed whisper, barely distinguishable over the soft hum of the lights above you. Even still, it made you freeze in your tracks.

Now you knew it was naive to expect anything less, but the words flitting out of Baekhyun’s lips still made you feel sick. They would kill him, to protect their own plans? Baekhyun seemed young, far too young to have his life toyed with by some mafia group who couldn’t even manage their own information from slipping. It was disgusting to watch him, eyes screwed shut, sweaty and trembling, only imagining the horrors they would subject him to if they ever managed to find out about this.

You set your jaw.

“Baek?” You hushed, your free hand coming up to cup his jaw softly. You had a job to do, you knew that; but forcing him to talk and sending him away would be worse on you than any torture you could imagine, having his life hanging over your head like that. “You can’t be scared now, okay? You will stay safe, I’ll make sure of it, but you need to help me out. What’s so important that they would hurt you over it?”

His eyes were wide and traced on you, youthful innocence brimming in the tears lining them. He was still afraid and deathly pale, but his gaze was steady and hopeful on yours, drinking up your words like they were sugar. “You promise?”

You nodded with a slight smile. This part of the interrogation was the only part where you wouldn’t need to act.

“They’re planning a raid.” Baekhyun said in a rushed whisper, his eyes widening, flickering between your own. “I don’t know exactly when, I heard a recruiter talking about it. Soon enough.” He gulped harshly, brows furrowing. “They want to wipe you guys out.”

His words made your blood run cold, but you hid it from his gaze, your hand slipping off of his face and onto his knee. You didn’t let you eyes flicker to the mirror, but had to wonder what the hell Kyungsoo and Chanyeol would be doing with the information. Would they be feeling the same, gut twisting anxiously, or would this be common for them? Hell, you were still new - how the hell were you supposed to handle the situation?

So, you just decided to do what you know best.

The hand that landed on his knee tightened its grip, slowly working it’s way up his thigh. The feeling of his tight muscles clenching under your palms was addictive, grounding you back to reality. That couldn’t be all he knew. It’s impossible. Somewhere in the back of your head, you heard something Yixing had told you during training, ringing true now more than ever.

“If you think they’re done, give another couple blows. More often than not, they would have more energy in them that could come back to kick your ass.”

“What else, baby?” You coo’ed at him, making his mouth screw shut tightly, eyes flickering down to the floor. “Come on, that can’t be it.”

“It is, I swear.” He stammered slightly, but the higher your hand got to his groin, you heard him whimpering in the back of his throat.

“Baekhyun.” You said sternly, now rising to your feet once again. Your hand released his leg, and you listened to him huff out a breath once you did. His eyes refused to meet yours again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. You were lucky your instincts had taken over; it was obvious that there was something he wasn't telling you.

“You’ve been a good boy so far, I want to give you a reward but you’re making it difficult for me.” You said, slowly circling behind his chair. He was frozen on the spot, his head staying stiffly straight, refusing to even acknowledge your presence at this point. Oh, no, no, no. That simply wouldn’t do.

Once you were perfectly behind him, you made eye contact with him in the mirror, sultry smirk gracing your features. Slowly, exaggerating your every motion, you whispered in his ear softly. “Don’t you want a reward, baby?”

You heard him bite down a grumble from his throat, the tenting in his jeans growing with every move you seemed to make. He was gripping the chair’s armrests tightly, so desperate to not touch himself, or, likely, you. “Yes.” You heard him whimper softly, making your core tighten.

Damn. You never thought of yourself as a dominant in the bedroom, but maybe you should reconsider your role.

“Scoot back baby.” You hummed, giving the back of his chair a soft tug, indicating him to shuffle backwards, out from under the table. You watched the motion, your eyes narrowed slightly, arms crossed is mock disappointment, but once he was free from the tabletop, you couldn’t help yourself.

It only took a second for you to cross the distance, but the look in Baekhyun’s eyes was still a journey; confusion, fear, and then sudden arousal clouding his gaze when you settled into his lap, grinning devilishly at him. Your arms were quick to circle around his neck, fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck, raking in his features like he was a Picasso painting. “I’m being extra nice today.” You hummed slightly, grinding yourself onto his bulge, listening to his deep grumble as you did so. “Are you going to do me the same courtesy?”

Baekhyun’s lips were parted, eyes fluttered shut as his head was tossed back, exposing the column of his throat, so milky and kissable it would be a crime if you didn’t.

But not yet.

“Fuck, I - yes.” Baekhyun moaned slightly, especially when you tugged on his hair, making him increase in volume. It was delicious to have him already so wrecked under you, you could feel him struggling to not grind into your warmth, gain some friction on his under appreciated cock.

“I love when you’re good for me.” You muttered, rewarding him with a solid lick up the passage of his neck, feeling him whimper under your motion. You finished it off with pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw, pulse thudding under your lips.

“Agh - fuck.” Baekhyun groaned, and finally, you felt it; the ghost of his hands over your ass, the slightest warmth indicating he was about to knead into your flesh, push you down impossibly further onto his thighs.

But you were faster, hands snapping off his body to grab his by the wrists, eyes now wide and searching his. “No touching until you give me a timeframe.” You hissed at him, eyes glinting.

“I don’t know a - ah!” Baekhyun grunted when your lips reattached themselves to his jaw, sucking a harsh purple mark directly into his skin. Your tongue flickered out to soothe it, only to nip at it once again and make him groan under his breath.

“Yes, you do.” You said simply, grinding into his sheathed cock harshly, your hands returning to his hair, scraping your nails down his neck slowly. “You just don’t want to tell me.”

“F-Fuck.” He panted, eyes finally opening, pupils blown wide. His lips were stained purple from biting them, moaning, twisting them shut. His breathing spilled over your face slightly, smelling of faint cinnamon gum, but you didn’t relent, hands travelling down the front of his chest slowly, nails scathing, hips grinding, working him up so hard you weren’t sure if he would ever go soft again.

But you didn’t relent until you heard a soft “please” fall from his mouth, him leaning into you, so desperate to feel your lips against his own he was almost delirious with the carnal need for it.

And you allowed him that. Almost.

Instead, you halted just a moment before you would have brushed him, instead halting all motion. He rutted against you, trying to lean any further, but you pushed back against his chest, forcing him to remain still as well. “Timeframe, Baekhyun. Now.”

His featured screwed into a scowl, but the need of his cock for some kind of attention proved to cloud his judgement. “Five weeks. They’re hitting on Halloween.”

And finally, you let your chest puff up in pride, a smile creeping over your features as you slowly, slowly, began to close the distance between your lips.His hands were immediately on your ass, kneading softly. He had done exactly what you wanted, and he knew it. “Perfect, baby.” You purred, your lips just brushing ever so slightly, before a harsh burst of static interrupted you.

“You’re done. Out, now.” Chanyeol said sternly, over the speaker, making you freeze immediately. Fuck. Just like him to spoil your fun.

“Well, I guess our time is up here, baby.” You hummed sadly, leaning back and flicking your hair out of your face quickly. “Boss’ orders.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Baekhyun growled, his hands on you only slipping off when you stood off. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help but giggle, his entire attire disheveled, hair mussed beyond repair. You’re sure you didn’t look any better, but ignored it.

“Nope, you know how these things go. Sorry baby.” You said with a shrug, and a lopsided grin. He was obviously upset, jaw working, glaring at you venomously. It was a stark contrast to the boyish charm he had exuded earlier. Now, you realized how he could be a drug dealer.

Even then, that didn’t change the fear that had flickered though his eyes at the idea of returning to the street.

“I’ll do my best to make sure you stay safe, okay?” You said softly, eyes flickering to your pumps awkwardly. “I meant that. I don’t know much about Neotech, but I know they... aren’t the best people.”

And you didn’t watch, instead spinning to head to the door, but you would be lying to yourself to say you weren’t listening for it.

“Thank you.”

Stepping back out into the cool hallway, you huffed out a sigh you didn’t even realize you had been holding, shoulders relaxing, eyes falling shut. Jesus. Interrogation one, check. It was a weight off your shoulders to escape the tiny room, but the thrill of executing it was well worth it. Now it was time to see what the boys thought next door.

But when you opened the door, you didn’t expect them to be standing nearly chest to chest, Kyungsoo’s arms folded harshly over his chest, glowering at the taller. Meanwhile, Chanyeol was staring him down fiercely, fists at his sides, muscles so tense it looked like he could snap. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, not even the creaking of the door able to snap them out of whatever bitter argument they seemed to be caught up in.

Still, you tried. “Um, whats up?” You offered, voice low as though not to startle them. You wouldn’t have though - both of them were aware of your presence. It was just who would break first that would be the hard part.

Chanyeol did, however. “We’re leaving.” He grunted, turning to face you quickly. His jaw was still clenched however, eyes fiery as he brushed past you, out the doorway.

“Fu- I...” You stammered, head whipping between Kyungsoo and Yeol’s retreating form, before scampering after him quickly. He was your trainer; wasn’t that what you were supposed to do? He was obviously ticked off about something, and he wold be far more likely to talk than Kyungsoo, that was obvious. It made more sense to follow him, even if it meant scampering like a damn mouse after his retreating form.

The clacking of your heels against the tile echoed loudly down the hallway, ringing in your ears, never seeming to slow down on the endless chase of catching up to Chanyeol. He twisted and turned through the building, to a place far beyond where you had ever expected it to go, his feet sure in their path. You, on the other hand, were winded, tired of wearing these damn shoes, let alone running in them. “Chanyeol!”

He ignored your call, instead turning abruptly into a room, tossing open the door with ease and disappearing inside. You followed him in, the light flickering on as you did so, rows furrowed in confusion. “Yeol, what the hell!”

Chanyeol just gave you a once over, before groaning to himself. “Fuck, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.” He said, flicking on the light switch on the far wall and flooding the room with light.

This room was unlike any that you had seen before, small, with a bed tucked off to one side. There were no windows, only a thin sheet on the bed. Even though you hadn’t seen it before, you knew; it was in these rooms people like Baekhyun probably were kept overnight. It felt more like a prison than anything, especially with a glowering Chanyeol pacing in front of you.

“How was that for you? Sure looked like you were having a ton of fun in there.” He growled at you, hand tugging off his cap to run through his hair roughly. He tossed his hat onto the bed haphazardly, not even caring to watch it topple off the edge and clatter to the floor.

You just scoffed at his attitude, rolling your eyes at him. “Have you already forgotten what my job is, our job is?” You snapped back, furrowing your brow at him harshly. Typical Chanyeol, being a ridiculous asshole whenever you literally breathed or, you supposed, did what he was training you for in the first place.

“I don’t know what you think you’re being trained for, but fucking every single guy you interrogate is not it. That’s prostitution.” He said, finally stopping his pacing to glance at you, his eyes immediately falling shut once he did so.

“I’m a honey trapper Chanyeol, stop being fucking redic-” You started, but he grumbled through your sentence, body snapping in front of you too quickly for you to even react.

“You were certainly eager to get onto his lap, huh?” He growled, pinning his arms around your body harshly. Even the motion made your breath falter. “Grinding onto him like a common whore. Has your training been pointless?”

You grit your teeth at that, cheeks flaring in embarrassment. “Fuck you, I did well, and you -” You began, but was cut off by his rough kiss, making you melt into the wall.

It had been so long since his lips had been on yours, it was just an intoxicating memory you would only remember in the late hours of the night. Having his lips bruising yours once again was even more electrifying than you had remembered. His hands quickly found themselves in your hair, running through it quickly, before giving it a harsh tug. Your head snapped backwards with the motion, leaving your neck available to Chanyeol’s mouth. He used his advantage fully, kissing and sucking your neck harshly, to your own moans.

“You really gave it one hundred percent, that’s for sure.” Chanyeol said, biting at your collarbones harshly. His voice sent tingles down your spine, making you purse your lips through a moan.

“Ah, Chanyeol, what are you doing?!” You tried to start, but couldn’t even finish before his hands made quick work on your panties, tugging them harshly to the side while his fingers searched for your clit. The sensation had your head tossing back, hands quickly gripping onto his shoulders for leverage when your legs quickly turned to jelly. 

“He couldn’t touch you like this, could he?” Chanyeol grunted into your ear, making you moan. “No matter how much you ground your perky little ass on his cock, he’ll never touch you the way I do, right?”

You whined at the feeling of his fingers entering you, the immediate rush of two pumping inside you making your head spin. “Chanyeol...” You groaned under your breath. You couldn’t help it - Chanyeol’s touch was heaven.

He hummed in satisfaction at your moan of his name, two fingers rapidly turning into three inside you, making you groan. You were quickly slumping against the door, mind turning to mush as Yeol’s wrist snapped faster and faster inside you, crooking to find your spot. It was hypnotizing as you lost yourself in the motion of his hand, the feeling of his sturdy shoulders under your hands, and watching that his jeans were already stretched taut over his bulge. He was fully hard.

“Watching you on that kid made me so fucking hard, see?” Chanyeol muttered into your ear, his voice hoarse. “I needed another sample of that sweet pussy of yours, can you do that for me?”

You bit your lip at his words, head falling back against the door. “Yes, Chanyeol.” You whimpered, so close to crashing onto your orgasm, whitewashed in pleasure.

That is, until Chanyeol’s fingers left your core, leaving you trembling with desire.

Instead, he sucked your essence off his fingers, quickly busying himself with the button of his jeans, tugging them down just enough to have the sliver of his underwear showing, starting to reach and tug out his cock.

And God, you wanted this. More than anything else you craved the feeling of his cock stuffing you full, the memory like something out of a distant memory. The stretch burned in furious pleasure, him drilling at your core had to be the most addictive thing you’d ever encountered.

You’d probably follow him into hell, just to get your fix.

Normally pushed down and swallowed into the back of your mind, now you let all the feelings of sexual tension and desire for Chanyeol overflow, your own hands frantically going to the zipper of your skirt, fumbling to tug it down until Yeol’s hand grabbed your arm.

And there he was, humping himself leisurely, eyes raking you in, alight with desire. “No, leave it on, you look so fucking sexy.” He grumbled, using his hold on your arm to tug you closer to him, walking backwards until he hit the bed.

“I thought I looked like a preschool teacher?” You questioned, a smirk playing on your lips.

You were rewarded with a grin from Yeol, lighting up his features as he sat down onto the rock-hard mattress. His smile was so endearing, making you match it, stomach clenching and heart fluttering at the image. “Yeah, but like, a sexy preschool teacher.” He laughed, hands on your waist tugging you onto his lap, before dipping to rest just above your ass. His lips reattached to your jaw, pressing fluttering kisses to your skin, lining himself up with your entrance. Your panties were still shoved aside from his wandering hands, breath hitching when you felt the head of his cock nudging your entrance. 

“Come on baby, ride me.” He grumbled, bucking up harshly, willing you to sink down and onto his cock. And it was a urn, but a good urn; like a tequila shot, he burned you with the same intoxicating high. His cock stretched your walls, hands gripping your ass so tightly the pain so nearly outweighed the pleasure.’

Unlike last time, you weren’t desperate to impress him this time, knowing that it was him this time that was desperate for you, and not the other way around. You had nothing to prove, instead flexing yourself around his thick cock, working until the burn would finally subside.

“Move.” Chanyeol grunted through gritted teeth, his hands still clenched onto your ass as he struggled to not buck inside you like mad. The warm, silky feeling of you around his cock was almost too much to bear, making his head spin when you continued to contract around him. 

“Aren’t you going to ask nicely?” You managed to mutter out, but it was a weak shot as you began to grind slowly on his pulsing member. The friction of him inside you had your breath coming out in hot pants.

Chanyeol remained silent, something you wished he would do a hell of a lot more often. His eyes were screwed shut, hands travelling from your ass to your waist, helping pick you up and slide down onto his member again, and again, and again. It started slow, before the need became too much, picking yourself up and slamming back down onto his lap with harder force, low groans starting to fall out of your mouth.

Chanyeol was obviously feeling the same, his jaw slack as he thrusted up to meet you, the scent of sweat and sex clouding his senses. You watched as his tongue came out to lick at his open lips, smirking into the motion when he felt your gaze on his face.

He glanced up at you, thrusts deepening harshly when he made eye contact, his smirk dripping charm and absolute sin. He looked like a damn sex demon as he was fucking into you, sweaty and scarlet hair all mussed, prompting you to run your hands through it, tugging harshly.

“Oh, fuck.” He growled, hands holding you onto him so harshly he was hitting deeper than he had before. You ground against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of him trying not to come inside of you. You were on the brink too, legs shaking, fingers trembling as they gripped his hair, head coming to rest buried in his neck, struggling to catch your breath.

“Fuck me, Yeol.” You finally whimpered, so spent from riding his cock that you were basically collapsing against his chest. He had to take over; you weren’t sure if you could walk anymore, let alone keep fucking him.

Chanyeol just groaned, grabbing back onto your ass like they were reigns and hoisting you higher, until just his head was buried inside you. Then, his hips bucked up, pounding inside you harshly, making you let you a harsh moan.

He wasn’t unaffected either, hit teeth gritted harshly, holding onto groans that just barely whimpered out of his throat. Your hands tugged at his hair, so close to being whitewashed in pleasure it was all you could think of, see, feel. In the moment, it was just you and Chanyeol now, the rest of the universe didn’t exist.

“I’m close.” Chanyeol finally relented, his hips becoming slower, sloppy in their motion. You whimpered, the thought of him filling you up again with his come just enough to make you teeter towards the edge.

“Fill me up, Chanyeol.” You panted into his ear, hot breath spilling over his neck, and that was it. He thrust up inside you one last time, his cock jerking one, two, three times with his seed, pumping inside you without any fear of retribution. You, on the other hand, came with a choked gasp, moaning and whimpering as your walls thundered around Yeol’s girth, twitching and milking every last drop from his cock. It was exhaustingly pleasurable, knocking your resolve out one by one, until you finally allowed yourself to crash onto his chest, arms wrapped around his neck.

The two of you sat like that for a while, catching your breath, struggling to stay awake after the exhausting toll you had just put your bodies through. You could feel yourself slowly drifting under, but couldn’t bring yourself to care; Chanyeol’s warmth beneath you was like a heated mattress, all ready for you to snuggle up and sleep.

“Do you want to stay here?” Chanyeol finally asked some time later. Wether it was seconds or minutes, you couldn’t be sure.

“Can I?” You asked quietly, unsure. It was a holding facility, after all; would it even be allowed?

Hell, you’re sure you’d already woken enough rules today.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it. I think I might too.” Chanyeol grumbled, making your head fall into a dizzying spiral.

“You might too?”

Chanyeol didn’t let you go, even when he stood off the bed with a harsh oomph. “Yeah, I live on the other side of the city. I do it all the time.” He said, voice husky, turning to roll you out of his arms and onto the mattress. You let go of his neck reluctantly, allowing yourself to be shuffled toward the wall, rolling onto your side to make it easier. 

Immediately, you felt your eyes start to droop, not opening for anything - except Chanyeol’s fingers fumbling with the buttons of your top. Slowly, you peered up at him, tonge poking out of his lips, as he fumed with the tiny pieces of plastic.

Sensing your eyes, he glanced up at you, turning a bright shade of red. “Trust me, you’ll thank me for this in the morning.”

You just smiled hazily, rolling your eyes at him. “I’ve got it.” You hummed, brushing his hands away and replacing them with your own, slowly working your way down the row of buttons. You could hear Chanyeol peeling off his jeans, shirt following closely behind as you tugged off your skirt. Funny how normally these things preceded the sex, not... post-ceded it.

You tossed your skirt to the floor softly, before turning to lie back down, settling into one of the only two lumpy pillows at the head of the bed, curling to face the  wall. You felt the bed dip when Chanyeol climbed into it, the heat of his body next to you, but his skin never made contact with yours.