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Genre : Non con, yandere setting, obsessive jk., exes au.
Warning : Toxic behavior, stalking, creepy behavior of jungkook., softie kai 😭, just threats, you'll see slight yandere behavior of the members as well, angst, past flashbacks, jk is dick, jeongin punches jk, the story is starting to pick up its toxicity people so be prepared for next chapters, also nothing much to warn about.
Word count : 3.5k words.
Summary : Blocking Jungkook should've been the end of it... but the next morning, he appears at your doorstep carrying your favorite breakfast and an apology. He leaves with a split lip, a broken bracelet, and a promise that sounds far more like a threat. 👀
Author's note : I've not proofread it so yeah.. Don't mind errors.....also updates might come late a bit because I've been working around 4-5 fics at present and that makes my head go in spiral. So I'll be taking a little break. Suggest me ideas for this fic if you have any tho..
Part one two four
────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────Your fingers shook as you held the phone. For several seconds you simply stared at those words on the screen. They looked twisted and ugly. Possessive in a way that made your skin crawl. Yet the worst part was how clearly you could still hear his voice behind them. That deep lazy drawl. The same one that once called you princess right before kissing your forehead and then shattering every piece of your control.
You locked the screen fast but the damage was done. Jongin had already caught the storm crossing your face.
“Jungkook?” he asked in a low voice.
You swallowed hard and nodded weakly. His jaw tightened for a brief moment though he tried to hide it.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing important” you lied straight away.
Jongin studied you carefully. “Y/n.”
“I said it’s nothing.” Your words came out sharper than you wanted.
A thick silence filled the car after that. Guilt gnawed at you when he turned his gaze back to the road without another word. He never pushed or argued. That gentle patience only made the weight on your chest heavier.
“Sorry” you sighed while rubbing your forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed right now.”
He stayed quiet for a beat then spoke calmly...“Did he threaten you?”
Your eyes widened. The word landed too perfectly. Still you shook your head. “No. He’s just being Jungkook.” Jongin gave a small humorless smile. “I don’t like what that sentence implies baby.”
You leaned your head against the seat feeling completely drained....Neither did you...The rest of the drive stretched out in heavy quiet until the car finally pulled into the underground parking of your apartment building....When the engine died you let out a long breath. Every part of your body ached from the emotional toll.
Jongin turned to you right away. “Come here.”
He reached over and gently pulled you closer by the wrist before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed on their own....Safe...Jongin had always been that for you. A steady shelter in the chaos.
“I’ll make you tea upstairs” he murmured. “Then you’re sleeping for at least twelve hours. No arguments.” A weak laugh escaped you. “yes, my lord.”
He smiled faintly and got out first. For that brief moment alone you glanced back at your phone. Three new messages waited. Your stomach twisted into knots. You knew better than to look yet your fingers moved anyway.
The first two stung but the last one stopped your breath cold.
Does he touch you the way I used to?
Heat flooded your cheeks...Your chest squeezed tight as memories you had buried for four long years came rushing back fierce and unwanted. Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around your throat...his warm lips trailing down your neck. Those filthy whispers against your skin while he held you so close it felt like drowning in him.
You squeezed your eyes shut...No....You refused to let this pull you under tonight.
Stepping out you froze when you saw Jongin waiting by the elevator. He watched you with quiet worry etched across his face. “Y/n” he said softly. “What did he say?”
You shook your head quickly. “It doesn’t matter.” He walked over and took your purse from your shoulder with a sigh. “I’m trying hard not to overstep because I know tonight hit you deep. But I hate seeing you scared every time your phone lights up.”
Your throat felt tight....scared...was that it? Or were you simply weak for still letting him affect you like this? “He just likes getting reactions” you whispered. “That’s all.”
Jongin’s eyes narrowed. “And you think this behavior is normal?” It wasn’t. Jungkook had never learned where to stop especially when it came to you and your heart.
The elevator doors slid open. He let you step in first then followed. As they closed silence wrapped around the small space like a blanket too heavy to shake off.
Then your phone buzzed again.
Jongin noticed instantly. His eyes dropped to your hand before meeting yours. “Answer it.”
You frowned. “What?”
“Answer him” he repeated his voice steady yet darker now. “He’s not going to stop otherwise.”
Nerves churned in your stomach. You unlocked the screen slowly.
I know you're reading my messages princess, you too can't seem to stay away from me.
The words hit sharp. Your breath caught hard. After four years Jeon Jungkook still knew every hidden crack in you. The nervous tells you thought you had fixed. It shook you more than you wanted to admit.
You locked the phone again. The air inside the elevator grew thick and suffocating.
Jongin watched you for a long moment. “Block him.” You lifted your gaze to his. He didn’t sound angry which somehow made the decision harder.
“Jongin…”
“Y/n.” His tone stayed calm and firm. “This isn’t healthy.”
Your fingers gripped the phone tighter. He was right. Deep down you knew it. Yet a painful twist pulled inside your chest at the idea of cutting Jungkook off forever. Again. Pathetic. You hated that lingering weakness in yourself.
Jongin saw the conflict in your eyes and his expression softened. “I’m not asking because I’m jealous. I’m asking because I can see you breaking every time he reaches out.”
Your eyes stung with unshed tears. You looked back at the screen one last time. Those possessive words stared back too intimate for someone who belonged in your past. Your finger hovered over the contact.
Then you pressed block.
Everything went silent. No more buzzing. No more messages slipping through to unsettle you. It felt like you had ripped something vital from your own chest. Jongin stepped closer and brushed his thumb gently across your cheek.
“Good” he whispered.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead lingering there with warmth. Just comforting. Like he was proud you had chosen yourself.
“I know this isn’t easy” he said near your temple. “But you don’t owe him any part of you anymore.”
The doors opened moments later. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you out while that strange empty ache lingered in your chest. You told yourself it was the right choice. You had to believe it.
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Miles away in Jungkook’s penthouse the mood felt entirely different. Low music drifted through the living room while half-empty whiskey glasses sat on the marble table. Taehyung lounged on the couch scrolling his phone. Jimin and Hoseok argued playfully near the kitchen island. Namjoon looked tired. Yoongi sat back silently watching the maknae the whole time.
The younger man ignored everyone around him. He sat near the floor-to-ceiling windows phone in one tattooed hand and an untouched drink in the other.
“You’re staring at that phone like it owes you money” Taehyung finally joked. No reply came.
Jimin glanced over. “Did she reply at least?”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. He typed another message.
Princess?
It failed to send. Not Delivered.
He tried again. Same result.
The room grew quiet as the others sensed the change. Taehyung lowered his phone....Yoongi’s eyes sharpened and Namjoon already seemed to know.
Jungkook let out a soft laugh but it held no real amusement. “She blocked me.” The words dropped like stones. Hoseok frowned. “Wait seriously?”
Jungkook leaned back against the window wtongue pressing against his cheek. A quiet sharp anger flickered in his eyes.
“She blocked me because of him” he muttered.
Yoongi sighed. “Or maybe because you sent her those weird texts right after seeing her again.”
Jungkook looked up. “Weird?” “You asked if her fiancé touched her” Jimin said flatly.
“And?” Jungkook replied.
“That’s inappropriate behavior” Hoseok added in disbelief almost laughing. Jungkook scoffed and glanced back at his phone. “You didn’t see her tonight. Not the way I did.”
“We all saw her” Namjoon said carefully.
“No.” Jungkook shook his head slowly. A small dangerous smile tugged at his lips. “She still wore the bracelet.”
That detail pulled everyone’s focus.
Taehyung sat up straighter. “For real?”
Jungkook nodded...Dark hope mixed with raw obsession flashed across his face. “She hid it after I noticed. That means she knows it still matters.”
Yoongi’s expression hardened. “Kook.” “She blocked me” Jungkook repeated quietly. “But she kept the bracelet for four years.”
Everyone felt the dangerous pull in his words. He would cling to that contradiction now and let it fuel him.
Yoongi leaned back. “This is exactly why finding her was a bad idea.” Jungkook smiled faintly and took a slow sip of whiskey eyes turning toward the glittering city below.
“No” he said softly. “Finding her was the best thing I ever did hyung. ”
His gaze grew darker with quiet determination.
“Now I just need her to realize that too.”
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Morning arrived too quietly for your liking. Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of your apartment...carrying the faint, comforting smell of coffee from the kitchen. For one fragile moment, buried beneath the warm sheets..you almost convinced yourself that last night had been nothing more than an exhausting nightmare.
Then your eyes landed on your phone resting silently beside the bed..and reality settled heavily inside your chest again.
Jungkook.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a brief second before forcing yourself out of bed. Your body still felt emotionally drained...heavy with the weight of the ballroom...those desperate messages, and the memories that refused to stay buried where they belonged. The apartment...however looked peaceful. Safe.
Jongin stood in the kitchen wearing gray slacks and a black button-up, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. His glasses rested low on his nose as he quietly flipped through something on his tablet..coffee mug in hand. The sight was so domestic it made your chest ache in a strange..bittersweet way. This was the kind of life you had once begged the universe for... stable mornings....soft conversations...someone who stayed.
He looked up the moment he heard your footsteps, and his expression softened instantly.
“Morning, angel.”
You nodded weakly as you walked toward the kitchen island. “Morning.”
Jongin noticed your tired face right away. “Don't want to sleep more?”
You forced a small smile. " Not really in the mood for sleeping.”
A faint frown creased his brows. He set the tablet aside and stepped closer. “Come here.”
Before you could protest...he gently pulled you against his chest. One hand settled at your waist while the other rubbed slow...soothing circles up and down your back. He was always so warm. Your forehead rested against his shoulder automatically as you let out a shaky exhale.
“Better?” he asked softly. A little..maybe...uou nodded anyway.
Jongin pressed a kiss to the top of your head before pulling back slightly. “I canceled your afternoon meetings, by the way.” Your eyes widened. “hone-”
“You’re exhausted,” he cut in calmly. “And before you argue, I already told your assistant you weren’t feeling well.”
You sighed...tired and grateful all at once. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know but I really wanted to.” God. Why was he always like this? So steady. So caring. Your gaze dropped unconsciously to the engagement ring on your finger...and fresh guilt twisted painfully beneath your ribs. You were trying... you really were.
Then the apartment intercom rang.
Both of you frowned. Jongin glanced at the clock. “Were you expecting someone?” You shook your head. “No.”
It rang again..more insistently this time. Jongin walked over to the wall monitor...and you followed slowly behind him. The moment the screen flickered on...your blood ran cold.
Black baseball cap. Black hoodie. A tattooed hand resting casually in his pocket. Jeon Jungkook stared straight into the security camera like he already knew you were watching.
Your breathing stopped. “What the fuck...?” Jongin’s expression darkened. “How does he know where we live?”
You felt horrified you don't remember giving him the address last night.
Downstairs, Jungkook tilted his head slightly toward the camera...a small smile tugging at his lips. Then he lifted something into view...your favorite bakery box. The exact strawberry croissants you used to crave on stressful mornings. Your stomach twisted painfully.
“Don’t open the door,” Jongin said immediately.
As if he could hear him...Jungkook leaned closer to the speaker. “I know you’re there, princess.”
Your heartbeat stuttered. Jongin muted the intercom at once. Silence swallowed the apartment.
“He’s insane,” Jongin muttered rubbing his jaw in frustration.
You stared at the blank monitor numb. One question kept circling in your head...how long had Jungkook been watching to find this place?
“Stay here,” Jongin said suddenly.
Your head snapped toward him. “What? No.”
“I’m going downstairs.”
“honey, don’t—”
“Y/n.” His voice stayed calm but firmer now. “He cannot just show up outside our home like this.”
Our home. The words made your chest tighten with a confusing mix of warmth and guilt.
Before you could stop him, Jongin grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the door. Panic surged through you. You knew Jungkook... and something about the look in his eyes on that camera felt horribly wrong. You followed anyway.
“Jongin, wait.”
The elevator ride down felt suffocating. Jongin stood beside you quietly...hands in his pockets...tension radiating from him in controlled waves. Unlike Jungkook, he wasn’t emotionally explosive... which somehow made him scarier when truly upset.. You don't even remember if you ever saw jongin loose his calm.
The doors opened to the private lobby and there he was.
Jungkook leaned lazily against the marble wall holding the bakery box. An expensive black car waited outside and the security guards were awkwardly pretending not to stare at the globally famous singer trespassing like a deranged ex.
The second he saw you..Jungkook looked up and smiled. Like he belonged there. Like no time had passed at all.
“Morning, princess.” His gaze moved slowly over your oversized sweater and sleepy face. For a flicker of a second something softer passed through his eyes. “You look tired.”
Jongin stepped slightly in front of you..protective. Jungkook noticed immediately, and the softness vanished.
“She likes these.” Your stomach twisted because he was right. Years later...and he still remembered that tiny bakery near your old apartment.
Jongin remained unmoved. “You showing up uninvited outside our home after she blocked you last night is really crossing the line.”
That finally wiped the smile from Jungkook’s face. His eyes shifted to you. “You blocked me!”
The sentence sounded quieter than you expected. Almost like he's still digesting the fact that you can block him.
Your fingers curled nervously at your sides but you forced the answer out. “Yes.”
A long silence stretched between you. Jungkook stared at you so intensely it made your skin burn. Then he laughed softly lowering his gaze to the bakery box. “Cute,” he muttered.
“Excuse me?”
He looked back up, and there it was that dangerous calmness. “Blocking me won’t make me disappear princess. You should know that better than anyone.”
Jongin’s jaw clenched. “Enough.” He stepped forward. “You’re leaving. Now.”
For the first time...Jungkook properly looked at him again and smiled. Not kindly. “You think you can order me around?” he said quietly...tilting his head. “You keep saying ‘our home’ like she wasn’t calling another place home for years before you existed.”
“Jungkook, stop,” you warned sharply.
But he ignored you eyes locked on Jongin. “Must be exhausting... loving someone whose heart still flinches when they see somebody else.” He looked at you and his voice dropped. “You wanted marriage from me for years.”
The words landed like a slap. A bitter...broken laugh escaped your mouth. “Wow. You really have the audacity to say that to me?”
“Y/n-”
“No.” Your voice cracked. “No, because you don’t get to stand here acting hurt now. Not after what you did to me.”
Guilt and defensiveness flickered across his face..but you didn’t care anymore.
“You left me,” you continued...breathing uneven. “I begged you not to leave and you still walked out like I was nothing.”
“You know it wasn’t like that-”
“Then what was it like, Jungkook?” You snapped. “Explain it to me...because from where I was standing you picked the woman who cheated on you over the person who actually loved you.”
Jongin stayed beside you quietly....letting you speak everything you had never gotten closure for.
“I came back for you,” Jungkook said suddenly voice rougher now. The lobby fell silent again.
“I looked for you everywhere after I realized what I did.”
Your expression twisted painfully. Once...those words would have healed you but Not anymore.
“After she cheated again??,” you questioned coldly.
Jungkook went still.
You laughed softly...tears gathering in your eyes. “you really are something else jeon!! You only came back because she must have fucked up again and I told you she would.”
The sentence hit hard. You watched something crack in his face like you had reached into his chest and squeezed.
Jongin glanced at you with quiet pride.
Jungkook stared at you for a long moment before scoffing. “Then why are you still looking affected by me?”
“What?” “Why are you nervous?” He stepped closer. “Why do your hands keep trembling every time I get near you if you’re so over me?”
“Back off,” Jongin warned.
Jungkook ignored him. His eyes dragged over you before landing on your wrist. The bracelet. The thin silver one he had bought you years ago during a drunk...laughing night in a convenience store at 2 a.m.
His expression shifted...dark...hopeful...possessive. “You still wear it.” Your breath caught...Fuck...You had forgotten you were wearing it.
“Four years and you still keep wearing my bracelet?” His voice lowered. “Baby, you really expect me to believe you moved on?”
“Don’t call me that.”
But he looked almost insane like the bracelet had confirmed every obsessive thought he’d carried for months. “Does he know how special it is for you?”
“Jungkook, enough.”
“Or should I tell him how you used to cry whenever I tried taking this bracelet off because you said it made you feel connected to me?”
“Shut up.” you felt pathetic at his confidence.
“See?” He looked at Jongin with a soft laugh. “She still loves me.”
That was it.
You ripped the bracelet off your wrist violently and threw it at his chest. “Here! Take it then! Take your fucking bracelet and leave me alone already!”
The silver chain hit him before clattering to the floor near his feet. Silence swallowed everything.
Jungkook stared down at it like you had thrown something far more precious than metal. For the first time...he looked small. Wounded.
“You threw it away?” he asked quietly.
Your chest hurt so badly you could barely speak. “You threw me away first.”
That snapped the last thread of his composure.
Jungkook grabbed your wrist, desperate rather than violent. “Don’t fucking say that princess please...”
Jongin moved instantly. His fist slammed across Jungkook’s face with a sickening sound that echoed through the lobby. You gasped.
Jungkook staggered back, blood splitting across his lower lip.
“Touch her again and I’ll seriously break your jaw next,” Jongin spat coldly. Eyes full of anger.
Security started panicking...but the situation only worsened. Jungkook laughed..low and bitter...wiping the blood with his thumb.
“Wow. You hit harder than you look, businessman.”
“And you cry harder than you sing jeon,” Jongin replied smoothly.
Even Jungkook looked caught off guard. Jongin stepped fully in front of you, protective and confident. “You spent four years obsessing over a woman you abandoned so many times and still think you’re the victim? That’s really embarrassing to be honest.”
The humiliation hit deep. Jungkook’s face darkened.
“Showing up outside our apartment. Texting her weird sexual shit after she blocked you. Grabbing her wrist?” Jongin scoffed. “You’re lucky she remembers you fondly...because personally? I think you need therapy and a restraining order.”
“honey, stop-”
“No, baby...because this is insane.” Jongin glanced back at you before facing Jungkook again. “You left her destroyed and now you’re spiraling because somebody else loved her properly after you failed to?”
Failed. The word bruised Jungkook badly.
“You think she loves you?” Jungkook asked quietly.
Jongin smirked. “yes she does in her own way and just so you know she respects me. Which already puts me above you.”
You saw the murderous glint in Jungkook’s eyes. His gaze shifted to you, standing behind Jongin. The heartbreak, jealousy and humiliation twisted into something uglier.
He bent down slowly..picked up the bracelet and tucked it into his pocket.
“I tried doing this nicely,” he said...smiling in a way that was beautiful...empty and terrifying. “I came here ready to apologize. Beg even.”
His eyes flickered to Jongin. “But now? I think maybe you need reminding.”
A chill ran up your spine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Jungkook kept staring only at you. “It means one day you’ll walk away from him all by yourself. And when you do... you’ll come back begging me to forgive you for standing beside another man like this.”
You felt real fear crawl through your chest this time. Not just heartbreak or fear Because he sounded absolutely certain.
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── .✦conteúdo: fluff&sugestivo da gabz, a pp e o kai são bailarinos “amigos” que vão pra uma baladinha pra desestressar. ~0.7k palavrinhas e eu acho que é só isso!!
── .✦notinha da sun: tô com hiperfoco no kai porque fica aparecendo vídeo dele no meu tiktok toda hora, “rover” tá na minha cabeça, lembrei de um filme da BoA de 2013 que é de dança e tals, ai eu achei de bom tom misturar tudo isso e escrever essa fic. espero que vocês gostem, beijoquitas!! 💋
— Jongin, eu tô começando a ficar com medo — você afirmou para Kai, era assim que todos os seus colegas bailarinos chamavam-o desde que uma professora apelidou-o desse jeitinho, mas você não, chamá-lo pelo nome verdadeiro era uma forma de estabelecer afinidade de equipe, embora você pensasse que já tinham atingido esse nível de intimidade desde a primeira vez que ele encostou a mão na sua virilha, naquela altura Kai provavelmente já gabaritara todos os pontos do seu corpo, sabia onde você sentia cócegas e se aproveitava desse conhecimento nos ensaios.
Felizmente, tinha o melhor parceiro para o festival internacional de ballet, Jongin era centrado, mas te fazia rir nos intervalos, às vezes fazia umas perguntas sem sentido e você se questionava se todos os grandes gostosos feito ele tinham um parafuso a menos, de certa forma, aquele era só um dos inúmeros charmes de Kai.
Porra, estava completamente apaixonada pelo seu parceiro de dança meio doidinho.
— Deixa suas coisas aqui — tinham entrado pelos fundos de uma balada que só conseguiram alcançar depois de passarem por alguns, muitos, becos. Você desfazia o coque do ensaio enquanto guardava a bolsa junto com a de Jongin, onde ele havia indicado, deveria ficar de boa, afinal vocês se tocavam o tempo inteiro por causa do balé, mas seu coração quase saiu pela boca quando ele segurou sua mão, te conduzindo, as luzes douradas enfatizando sua pele no mesmo tom, melanina lhe caia tão bem quanto... sei lá, você por cima dele?
— Eu trabalho aqui, mas tô de folga hoje — você provavelmente esboçava uma expressão engraçada, que horas ele trabalhava ali? Ele tampouco dormia? Jongin não tinha olheiras, na verdade o rosto dele era lindo e... — você sabe dançar?
— Eu sei que você sabe balé, mas acho que você vai precisar de muito mais do que pliés aqui — ele te ajudou a se livrar da jaqueta e ainda bem que o tinha feito, seus olhos se arregalaram com a quantidade de gente que viu assim que “saíram do backstage”, Kai cumprimentou alguns colegas no bar e você anuiu com a cabeça para todos eles, agora percebia que ouviu música clássica a sua vida inteira e se sentia um peixe fora d'água com as batidas de uma música quente, garotas de shortinho e regatinha e muito esfrega-esfrega.
— Vem cá — ele pediu com um sorrisinho nos lábios, seu coração batia rápido, fosse pelo ambiente, pelos olhos de Jongin em você ou pelo fato que teria que se aproximar tanto, Jongin queria te puxar pra pista de dança, afastado do centro, mas mesmo assim na pista, numa brincadeira, você fez menção de se virar na direção oposta, mas ops, a mão dele ainda permanecia segurando a sua — vai ser legal, eu prometo.
— Legal? Eu não sei nem rebolar, Jongin.
— É mais fácil do que uma pirueta — você sorriu, pertinho dele, conseguia até observar uma gotinha de suor descendo traiçoeira pelo rosto, pescoço, passando pelo pomo de adão. Estava tão distraída que nem percebeu que ele te virava devagar pra ficar de costas, as mãos masculinas descansando no seu quadril da mesma forma que ele fazia quando tinha que te içar do chão — vou te ensinar a rebolar, só... só sente o meu corpo e tenta repetir.
Você só balançou a cabeça, achou que poderia gaguejar se dissesse alguma coisa, felizmente ou não estava acostumada com aquilo, por causa do balé aprendia rápido, mas Jongin começou devagar, sem pressa nenhuma, conduzindo seu corpo através do próprio corpo e das mãos no seu quadril, em algum momento o ritmo de vocês dois entrou em consenso, sentia o sorriso dele, assim como a quentura do corpo, estava te enlouquecendo.
Foi por isso que se virou, face a face novamente só conseguia prestar atenção naqueles cílios grandes, na boca bonita, a pele doce de leite, talvez toda sua inspeção tenha sido a razão pra ele te beijar, calmo, doce e gentil.
— Não tem nenhuma regra do festival que impeça a gente de transar, né? — você sorriu com a pergunta, balançando a cabeça pra esquerda e pra direita, Jongin suspirou aliviado, a mão mantendo seu queixo pra cima, a língua encontrando a sua num beijo que deveria ser um pecado de tão bom, talvez seria bom se confessar depois de todos esses beijos com um homem perigoso e devasso que sabia rebolar.
— Na cama eu sei rebolar — Jongin sorriu com a sua observação bastante útil.
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pairing ceo!chanyeol x bimbo intern!reader
summary park chanyeol has no interest in the arranged engagement his parents have planned for him until a new intern catches his eye. after just one week in the company, your presence begins to tempt him, and now he doesn't want to get married anymore
warning mild cheating, smut, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, dumbification (if you squint), cum eating, degradation, creampie, hard dom!chanyeol
word count 4.2k
a/n i didn't wanna write about him being married and getting involved with reader, just shamelessly cheating sooo i added some tweaks and thank u for the req!!
here sat park chanyeol, the heir to the park group, trapped in a soulless, suffocating room while his parents discussed the future he was expected to spend with a woman he had never met and had no interest in meeting.
beneath the table, his hands curled into tight fists until his knuckles turned white, he could refuse, he could walk away from the arranged marriage but doing so would also mean giving up his place as the heir, leaving the position vulnerable to his money-hungry cousins.
so, he had no choice but to obey, a quiet, lifeless sigh escaped his lips as he forced a polite smile toward his future mother-in-law. it never reached his eyes. by the end of the meeting, both families had come to an agreement, the engagement would be held next month on a sunday.
chanyeol cracked his fingers, trying to shake off everything that had happened over the past week. the engagement meeting, the date that drew closer with each passing day, it all weighed heavily on his mind.
he leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his tired eyes before letting out a quiet yawn, it was well past office hours. the entire floor had fallen silent, and somewhere along the way, he had lost track of time while buried in paperwork.
clank!
a loud metallic crash shattered the suffocating silence, chanyeol flinched, every trace of sleep instantly disappearing. he frowned, pushing himself out of his chair. "who's there?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty office.
receiving no answer, he slid open the glass door to his office and followed the sound, the farther he walked, the more scattered sheets of paper came into view and then he found the culprit.
there you sat on the floor beside the office printer. its front panel was hanging open, loose parts were scattered around you, and dozens of papers covered the floor like confetti, you slowly looked up at him.
"...oops~" you bit your lower lip, offering him an awkward smile. chanyeol let out a tired huff, pinching the bridge of his nose, "...what happened?"
"the printer got stuck..." you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, "i tried to fix it, but..." your sentence gradually trailed off, growing quieter with every word as you glanced guiltily at the mess surrounding you.
but what chanyeol noticed first was your low-cut dress shirt and the skimpy pink skirt. the way you sat, your curves on display, your ass threatening the seams of the skirt, your tits nearly spilling from the shirt. he gulped, shaking his head, and offered a hand to help you up. "it's fine. this printer wasn't working well before." he tried to keep his eyes off your body.
you took his hand, your delicate fingers wrapping around his. the touch lingered a beat too long. you stood up almost with a jump. chanyeol noticed the bounce of your chest, his thoughts running wild. he licked his lips, the air felt thick. heavy. you still didn't let go of his hand. "thank you, mr. park~" you muttered, looking up at him.
the height difference was significant. your eyes scanned him—the veins in his neck, how his frame seemed to cover yours, how huge he was. you wondered how big he was down there.
chanyeol pulled his hand away, snapping you back. he cleared his throat. "you still haven't gone home yet?" you blinked. "oh, not yet. the team leader gave me all the work and left first, just because I'm an intern." you huffed, then looked down in embarrassment.
"i'm sorry, i spoke too much.." he huffed, trying his best not to stare. "i-i can drop you off.." you gasped dramatically, hands flying to your mouth. "really, mr. park? i might be causing you trouble.." you pouted. he nodded. "no, it's fine. just get your things. i'll tell your team leader to give you less work. Since you're not that experienced.."
you gave him a big smile. "how do you know i'm not very experienced~" chanyeol took a step back. "what?" he looked visibly puzzled. "with work.." you said, innocence radiating from you. chanyeol cleared his throat, his pants growing tighter as he fought for control. "uh, yeah. exactly."
the next day at work, chanyeol entered the office. his secretary and other employees bowed as he passed. his eyes lingered over the cubicles, scanning for a familiar face, but he didn’t see you. He gave a curt nod and headed toward his private office.
he sank into his leather chair, the events of yesterday replaying in his mind. you were just an intern, someone he’d barely registered before, a little clumsy, often lost in your own world. but now, the memory of your teasing smile and the way your body filled out that tiny skirt was all he could think about. a strange pull had taken root, a curiosity he couldn’t shake.
he swiveled his chair to face the window, the city sprawling below. his fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the armrest. the rational part of him knew this was unprofessional, a line he shouldn’t even consider approaching. yet, the image of your hand in his, that lingering touch, made his pulse quicken. he made a decision, reaching for the intercom button on his desk.
he called in your team leader, team leader kim rushed in, not wasting a minute. he bowed. "good morning, ceo park." chanyeol let out a low hum. "uh, good morning." he skipped any small talk. "miss y/n. she's a member of your team, right? i'll shift her to my team." his voice was firm.
mr. kim wore a shocked expression. "y/n? that kid… she isn't exactly capable of joining your team, the main team. she's quite clumsy—" chanyeol let out an annoyed huff, cutting him off. "do you want me to repeat myself?" his gaze stayed fixed on his keyboard, as if mr. kim were just background noise.
mr. kim nodded slowly. "sure. i'll tell her to move her things." he left the room. the door clicked shut softly. chanyeol leaned back in his chair, a faint, unreadable curve on his lips. the tips of his ears turned faintly pink as he looked away, silently wondering how one intern could catch him off guard.
you entered ceo park's office after being summoned, a little confused but mostly puzzled as to why he'd called for you. you knocked on the door and heard a low, approving hum from the other side. pushing the door open, you scanned the immaculate, meticulously kempt room, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your nostrils with each step. your heels clicked softly on the polished floor as you approached his desk, your gaze fixed on chanyeol. "you called me here?"
chanyeol took in your figure, his eyes moving from your face down to the fitted white shirt that clearly showed the lines of your pink bra, then to the skirt so short it seemed one wrong move would reveal everything.
he scanned you slowly, and you pretended not to notice the intensity of his stare. "yes," he said, his usually firm tone carrying a slight unevenness. "you've been notified that you're being shifted to my team, right?"
you nodded, a soft, playful smile touching your lips. "yes~ i heard." you took another step closer, dropping your voice to a whisper. "but i didn't ask you to change my team, you know." a light, teasing laugh escaped you.
his jaw tightened slightly. "no, you didn't. i saw you working hard late last night. if you're trying your best, then it's only right that I guide you. teach you properly." he gestured to the empty chair beside his desk. "your new desk is right there. we'll start with the quarterly reports."
he stood up, the reports in his hands, and moved toward you. he extended the files. "start with these. if you find yourself confused, find me." you blinked at him, then began to walk forward. your heels clicked with each deliberate step, the distance between you closing until he was forced to retreat, his legs meeting the solid edge of his desk. you had him cornered.
"…hey—what are you…" his ears flushed a deep, visible red. you grabbed the hand that held the files, your thumb stroking slowly over his skin. "you're going to teach me?" you asked, looking up at him as you took the file from his loose grip. you noticed his other hand was gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white from the strain of his resistance.
you leaned in closer. chanyeol instinctively leaned back, his breath catching. your free hand drifted past the scattered papers on his desk. your fingers closed around the sleek, inline remote hidden there. your thumb found the rubberized button and pressed. a soft whirring sound filled the quiet room as the motorized curtains began their smooth, silent glide along the rail. the bright afternoon light was slowly, completely choked out, plunging the office into a dim, intimate twilight.
"right here," you murmured, your eyes locked on his, dark with intent. "you can teach me right here, can't you?" the question hung in the newly shadowed air, thick with the promise of everything left unsaid.
he gulped, the pressure in his trousers becoming a demanding, insistent ache. the files slipped from his hand, scattering across the floor with a soft rustle. then he moved, lunging forward to close the final distance.
his large hands came up, one cupping your cheek with startling tenderness even as the other grasped your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, claiming it.
his mouth crashed against yours. it was not a gentle kiss, but a raw collision of heat and need. his lips moved with a fierce, devouring passion, his tongue demanding entry the moment your lips parted. you met him with equal hunger, your own tongue tangling with his in a wet, frantic dance.
he bit your lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but with a possessive edge that made your knees weaken. a low, desperate sound vibrated from his throat into your mouth as you sucked gently on his invading tongue, the intimate act sending a jolt straight through him.
he broke the kiss only to lift you, his hands firm under your thighs, and set you down on the cleared edge of his massive desk. papers fluttered to the floor. his body slotted between your spread legs, his hard heat pressing against the thin fabric of your skirt.
his hands began to roam, one sliding up your side to trace the curve of your breast through your shirt, the other gripping your thigh to keep you anchored to him. your own hands were just as eager, sliding over the broad planes of his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles of his back bunch and flex beneath his crisp dress shirt.
the kiss deepened again, slower now but no less intense, a deep, wet exploration that tasted of coffee and pure unadulterated want.
the forbidden thrill of it all, the sheer risk that someone could walk in at any moment, sent a fresh pulse of wet heat soaking through your skimpy skirt. your hips rolled against the hard ridge of his erection, a slow, grinding rhythm that drew a ragged groan from his throat.
your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails pressing into the fine fabric. "i need you so bad," you breathed against his lips, the words a hot, desperate confession.
his ego swelled, dark and possessive, at the sound of your pleading. he pulled back just enough to see the raw hunger in your eyes. "you want me?" he growled, his voice gravelly with lust. "you want me to ruin this pretty little cunt of yours?" his hand slid from your thigh up under your skirt, his fingers brushing against the damp silk of your panties.
you nodded frantically, your composure shattered. "please!" you whimpered, the word more a gasp than speech. It was all the permission he needed. his fingers hooked into the side of your panties, the fragile material instantly with a soft tear. the sound was obscenely loud in the quiet, dim office.
suddenly, his secretary knocked on the door, shattering the heavy tension between you two. you glanced over his shoulder immediately, but chanyeol didn't even bother turning around. he exhaled sharply, clearly irritated. you reached up, gently stroking his cheek. "i guess someone interrupted our lesson…"
chanyeol's jaw tightened, teeth grinding together. just as you tried to slide off the table, his hands stayed locked around your waist, keeping you in place. "mhm?" you tilted your head, giving him a teasing look. "are you that eager to teach me?" his grip finally eased. you hopped down, smoothing out your skirt and adjusting your shirt, trying to look presentable again.
you walked away from him with deliberate, unhurried steps, hips swaying side to side in that tiny pink skirt that barely covered your ass. chanyeol’s hands curled into tight fists at his sides, knuckles whitening. the thing he’d been aching for had been right there. your thighs spread on his desk, your lips brushing his ear, your body warm and willing—and now it was slipping through his fingers again.
he turned toward the door, voice low and ragged. "come in."
his secretary stepped inside, but chanyeol barely registered her. his mind was already replaying the way your skirt had ridden up, the way your panties had been damp against his fingers, the way you’d looked at him like you wanted him to ruin you right there on the desk.
for the rest of the day, you stayed on his mind like a fever. every meeting blurred. every report he tried to read dissolved into images of your thighs, your mouth, the soft sounds you’d made when he touched you. his cock stayed half-hard in his slacks, throbbing every time he caught a glimpse of you across the office.
by the time the clock hit six and people started packing up, his eyes kept drifting to your empty cubicle. you’d already left. his jaw locked so tight it hurt. desire sat heavy and unsatisfied in his gut.
after that afternoon, things shifted. you stopped lingering in his office unless it was strictly work-related. when you did come in, your tone stayed polite, professional. neither of you mentioned what had almost happened on his desk. the tension hung between you like static—unspoken, unresolved, and growing heavier every day.
but the memory of your body under his hands never left him. and every night, when the office emptied and the lights dimmed, chanyeol found himself staring at your vacant desk, wondering how much longer he could keep pretending he didn’t want to bend you over it and finish what you started.
news of his engagement spread fast—texts, emails, whispers. "i heard she’s the youngest daughter of yoo management. really pretty," someone said while you stirred your coffee in the kitchen. male employees circled you like moths, finding excuses to brush against your body or "help" with small tasks.
"mr. jung, thank you for fixing the coffee machine! i owe you one" you sang, voice light and warm, mr jung turned red, eyes glued to your chest, "t-thank you... if you need anything else, just ask," he stammered, rubbing his neck. "of course~" you drew the words out, stretching your body just enough to make the other women shoot you disgusted looks.
chanyeol watched from across the room. the way you flirted with every man in sight, the way your eyes flicked over him like he was nothing—it made his blood run cold. his jaw clenched. without thinking, he marched straight to your cubicle.
you were just sitting down when you spotted him. "oh, mr. park? what brings you here?" chanyeol’s gaze was hazy with anger and lust. he snatched a file off your desk. "why isn’t this done yet? it’s been an hour." his voice came out louder than he meant. you flinched. "ah… sir, i got distracted—"
"follow me," he snapped, already walking. you followed, a small curve on your lips. the rest of the office watched nervously, expecting him to tear into you. he shoved his office door open. you stepped inside. the lock clicked behind you.
"ah! sir, i heard you’re getting engaged…" you leaned in, tone dripping with mock sweetness. "congrats!" you clapped your hands, playful and sharp. chanyeol’s jaw ticked. "what the fuck are you doing?" you looked up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. "why? you can fuck your future wife now…" he grabbed your waist, grip bruising. "shut up," he growled, voice dark and raspy. "and kneel."
you didn’t hesitate. your knees hit the carpet with a soft thud, skirt riding up your thighs until the pink hem barely covered anything. you looked up at him through your lashes, lips parted in that same innocent smile, hands resting lightly on your knees like you were waiting for instructions.
chanyeol’s jaw flexed. he reached down, unzipped his slacks with one sharp motion, and freed his cock, oh lord he was so big. his cock already thick, flushed dark, the head glistening with pre-cum. he wrapped a hand around the base and slapped it against your cheek once, twice, leaving a wet streak across your skin.
"open," he ordered.
you parted your lips obediently. he shoved forward without warning, forcing the heavy length past your tongue until the head hit the back of your throat. your eyes watered instantly, but you didn’t pull away. instead you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, letting him feel the wet heat of your mouth wrap around every inch.
chanyeol’s head tipped back. a low, broken groan tore out of him as his hips snapped forward, fucking your face in short, brutal thrusts. saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin onto the tops of your breasts. every time he pushed deep, your throat convulsed around him, gagging wetly, but you stayed right there, taking it.
"fuck—look at you," he hissed, staring down at the way your lips stretched around his cock. "why would you deprive me of this sweet mouth, baby?"
chanyeol’s fingers twisted tighter in your hair, anchoring you as his hips drove forward in those vicious, shallow thrusts. he battered the back of your throat, thick and unrelenting, each slam forcing another wet choke from you. spit poured freely from your stretched lips, soaking your chin and sliding in warm over the swell of your tits.
he looked down at you like he wanted to ruin you further, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded and burning. “did you suck off jung as well?” he growled, voice shredded. the vibration of your voice rippled straight through his shaft, sending a shudder up his spine.
his grip in your hair tightened until his knuckles went white, hips jerking forward on instinct. a guttural moan tore from his chest as the sound traveled along every inch buried in your throat.
your eyes watered, lashes clumping, but you held still, letting him use your mouth exactly how he wanted. every brutal snap of his hips shoved him deeper, the head of his cock forcing past your gag reflex until your nose brushed at his base. the wet, obscene sounds of your throat working around him filled the room.
chanyeol’s abs flexed with each thrust, sweat gleaming on his skin. he dragged you forward until your lips kissed his pelvis, holding you there, buried to the hilt while your throat fluttered helplessly around him. “fuck—swallow it,” he ordered, voice low and vicious "oh baby, you feel so good."
chanyeol’s chest rose and fell in heavy waves, his breath ragged as he eased his thick cock from your mouth. a shiny thread of spit stretched between your lower lip and his swollen head before it snapped. he watched, eyes half-lidded and dark, while you flattened your tongue and let him see the empty pink surface; no trace left, every drop swallowad . a low, approving growl rumbled out of him.
he reached down, strong hands sliding under your arms to haul you upright. the moment you were on your feet he dragged you in, palms splayed wide across your ribs. you leaned up and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to his parted lips, sharing the bitter-salt taste still coating your tongue.
he sucked on it greedily, pulling you tighter. when you finally drew back, your voice came out husky. “sir… you’re getting engaged.” chanyeol’s eyes rolled, a frustrated huff leaving him. his fingers flexed against your sides, possessive. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he muttered, voice low and rough.
your lips brushed his again, barely a whisper. “doing what exactly?” he answered with another hard kiss, teeth scraping your lower lip before he pulled away just enough to speak against your mouth. “don't look at me like that, i just want to bend you over and—” he growled.
“then do it." before you could even react, chanyeol's hands gripped your hips with bruising force, shoving you harder against the edge of his desk. papers scattered across the floor as he yanked your skirt down in one rough motion, the fabric pooling around your ankles.
your pink lace panties stretched tight over your ass, the delicate material doing nothing to hide the shape of your cheeks or the growing dampness between your legs.
you twisted your head to meet his burning gaze. "i wore them just for you..." you whispered, voice trembling with anticipation. something snapped in him, his control shattered completely, his fingers dug into the waistband of those pretty panties and ripped them down your thighs without ceremony.
the lace tore at the seams from his impatience. he kicked your feet wider apart, spreading you open across his desk.
his cock pressed hot and thick against your bare ass. no teasing, no buildup; he lined up and thrust deep inside you in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. "ngh~ mr. park–" your pussy clenched around his thickness as he started pounding into you relentlessly, the desk creaking under the force of his thrusts.
each snap of his hips drove you forward, your breasts pressing into scattered documents. chanyeol's grip on your waist tightened as he fucked you harder, grunting with each brutal thrust.
the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your soaked pussy filled the office, mixing with the slap of skin on skin.
he reached around to rub your clit in rough circles while he continued his relentless pace, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement. your legs shook as he used you exactly how he wanted, taking what he needed without restraint.
his palm cracked against your ass again, the sharp sting making your pussy clamp down harder around his thick cock. "oh, god! you're so big!" you cried out, voice echoing in the soundproof room. he kneaded the reddened flesh roughly before delivering another slap that left your skin burning.
"you little brat," he growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "this is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?" his tone rasped, "you like it right? take it."
his cock drove deeper with each thrust, the head battering against your cervix as he pounded into your dripping cunt. the wet squelch of his shaft plunging into your soaked pussy filled the room alongside your desperate moans. you pushed back against him, meeting every thrust with equal hunger.
"yeol...oh! you make me feel so good!" your voice cracked as he spanked you again, the impact jolting through your body. your clit throbbed with each strike, your juices running down your thighs.
his breathing grew ragged, his movements becoming erratic. "want me to cum in you?" he grunted, his grip on your hips bruising. "want me to fill this little cunt?"
"yes, please!" you begged, pushing back desperately. "only you...please!" chanyeol's pace turned punishing, his cock slamming into you with rapid, desperate thrusts. his balls slapped against your clit as he chased his release, the desk scraping across the floor from the force.
his fingers dug into your flesh as his cock swelled inside you, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and started pumping thick ropes of semen deep into your heat.t
his cock remained buried to the hilt inside your cum-filled pussy as his fingers worked rough circles over your swollen clit. the sensation of his thick shaft still pulsing within you combined with the relentless pressure on your sensitive nub sent overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
"chanyeol!" you cried out, your vision blurring as the intense pleasure made you see stars. your pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock, milking every drop of cum from him as your orgasm tore through you. your legs trembled, barely holding you up against the desk.
both of you breathed heavily in the aftermath, the sound of your ragged panting filling the room. chanyeol stayed deep inside you, his softening shaft still stretching your walls. his large hand slid from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing firmly against the slight bulge where his thick cock was nestled.
"you feel me?" he murmured against your ear, his voice deep and raspy. "i'm so deep in you..." his palm pressed harder against your belly, making you acutely aware of exactly how far inside you his cock reached.
you could feel the warmth of his cum beginning to leak around his shaft, your combined fluids making everything slick and messy. "just stay in me..," you muttered, your hand reaching back to stroke his cheek, your body still twitching with aftershocks. "don't leave me..mhm?"and chanyeol had no plan of doing that.
