#exxo

You heard the door slam, and felt your heart stutter like it always seemed to. In this new life you had asked for, you were never certain of exactly who was walking in your house; you could only hope they wouldn’t hurt you, or worse.

Even so, you reached below the mattress you were laid on, fingers fumbling between the slats of the bed frame for the cool metal of your gun. It wasn’t big, nor fancy, but it could certainly do some damage.

Quickly, as your bedroom door creaked open, you rolled onto your back, arms held stick straight, just as you had been taught. The weight of the gun was comfortable by now; you had practiced and trained yourself to use it like an extension of your own body. The weight of it grew though, when it’s trajectory fell bullseye on Chanyeol’s forehead.

“Fuck.” You spat, arms falling slack, gun bouncing slightly on the mattress. “Give a shout when it’s you, okay? You gave me a heart attack.”

“I told you, you’ve got to relax.” Chanyeol said with a groan, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re still new, nobody’s going to be going after you yet.”

“Still.” You grumbled, leaning up to look him in the eye. 

Always stood straight, never showing weakness, he leaned against your doorframe, staring you down with disdain. He was very hard on you; training you to join Exodus Intel was thrown onto his shoulders, as he was a senior of the group. You had always loved the idea of danger; rebellious and hot-headed, you were born and bred for this life. When the opportunity had arose, brushing shoulders with Kim Junmeyon at a club one night, you knew you had to take a risk for the lifestyle you had always wanted.

And it worked.

“Come on, I’m supposed to bring you to Junmeyon.” Chanyeol said, tilting his head towards the door quickly. You returned with a quick nod, clambering to your feet from the bed and following him out the door. You paused, ending to pull on your scarfed converse, but Chanyeol’s voice stopped you.

“No, wear heels.” He said, but didn't even spare you a glance.

“Why?”

“Trust me, you’ll want it. He’s giving you your placement today.” He said, making your stomach flip. You were lucky; already in your black skinny jeans and a tight, red ribbed top, you looked decent enough to face the ringleader of the whole operation. Immediately, you knew what Chanyeol was referring to; your appearance could determine your whole placement opportunity.

With that in mind, you let your hair down from it’s raggedy ponytail, and tossed a leather jacket around your shoulder, to which your stupid ‘guardian’ rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Y/N, he’s not going to fuck you, chill. Just put on your damn shoes and let’s get going.”

You bit down a sneer at him, but were unable to stop yourself from giving an eye roll at his actions. You tried your best to bite down your inner bitch as Chanyeol tapped his foot, impatient with you already. Instead, you flicked your hair out of your face with a nod. “Ready.”

Chanyeol stuck his head out the door, taking quick looks left and right before he finally let you slip out beside him. It’s a miracle nobody had followed him here in the first place; you would have thought his flame red hair would give him away wherever he went. He was always careful however, pulling his phone open quickly and dialling a number.

“Jong? Yeah, pull up, we’re coming in.”

You slipped out the front door, tugging your leather jacket tighter on your shoulder as you shuffled to the beat-up Camaro waiting. Chanyeol was quick to throw open the door, letting you clamber in before giving another check that the coast was clear. 

“Hey baby.” The driver said, adjusting his mirror to give you a glance. “Ready to meet the boss?”

“Yeah, of course.” You said calmly, even though your hands were fiddling in your lap.

Chanyeol slipped in beside you,  phone never leaving his hand. Jesus, you swear it was glued there. “Y/N, this is Jongdae, he’s a driver for us.”

“For the company, not for you, you fuckwit.” Jongdae said, pulling away from the curb with a squeal of rubber. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Chanyeol grumbled, fiddling with his cell.

“Junmeyon was right about this one, she’ll be good.” Jongdae purred, his eyes still glancing at you in the mirror. You could swear, you felt a growl roll off him with the words, making you smirk to yourself.

“Yeah, I think that’s how she got in the company in the first place, she must have planted a seed.” Chanyeol said, giving you a glance from the corner of is eye. 

“What?” You asked, stomach twisting at his words. Of course, it took work for you to get into the company; just what kind, you didn't want to mention.

“Well, Junmeyon really lucked out.” Jongdae said, taking a particularly sharp turn that send you reeling. “Oh, shit.”

“Ah, Jong, keep your eyes on the road!” Chanyeol barked, hands tightly gripping the headrest in front of him. He grimaced through the struggle of holding himself upright against the inertia, rolling his eyes at Jongdae’s rough handle on the wheel.

You quickly decided to keep your mouth shut, sealing your lips tightly to avoid pissing Chanyeol off further. Who knows, anything you said or did could make him snap at you, especially when he was already grumbling under his breath. 

The car ride was now silent, Jongdae seeming to also sense Chanyeol’s ominous aura. He instead kept his hands steady, taking the speed down and upping the carefulness of his actions. With his careful nature and mindfulness of the road, you seemed to pull up outside the business complex in no time.

“Out.” Chanyeol grunted at you, making you roll your eyes. He was always curt and bossy, snipping you around like a kindergarten teacher. Nonetheless, you popped open your door, heels clattering against the pavement as you stumbled behind the trunk. 

Suddenly, the whir of a window unrolling snapped you from your thoughts as you gazed at the building ahead of you. You glanced back at the car, watching Jongdae’s grinning face appear from behind the tinted glass.

“Later, baby girl. If this whole mafia thing doesn’t work out, maybe you could be a driver like me. I’d like to show you a few things.” He laughed, making you roll your eyes with a smirk.

Naturally, you gave him a quick wink. Hell, you knew how to work the men; how do you think you got here in the first place? “Maybe I’ll take you up on that, Jongdae.” You said with a smirk, making him chuckle.

“Holy fuck, we don't have all day. Get inside before someone shoots at us.” Chanyeol grumbled, giving the passenger side door two hard thumps with his fist.

“Hey! That’s expensive, you know!”

“Later, Jongdae.” Chanyeol hushed him, but you saw the brief grin flicker across his cheeks. That is, before his eyes settled on you, where they returned to their usual sullen expression. “Come on, I’m not lying about the shooting thing.”

Huffing a sigh and rolling your eyes, you spun on your heel and continued into the building. Hell, the biting wind seemed to usher your steps, until you finally landed in the marble-clad hallway.

“Left.” Chanyeol gruffed, slipping beside you and in the direction he specified. you trailed along behind, eyes raking in the walls adorned with paintings and sculptures. Even so, the expensive paintings and ornate statues couldn’t mask the chipping from your view; bullet holes. The fraying of the drywall from their entry gave it away, even though it was clear they had been painted over time and time again. 

“You guys know that some caulking would patch those right up, eh?” You said to Chanyeol, nodding at the holes. “Might make this place a little more presentable.”

He just rolled his eyes you, the ghost of a smirk lilting across his lips as he stopped in front of a dark wooden door. “I wouldn’t worry about that, I’m sure you’ll get caulking soon enough.” He said,finally glancing back at you as he swung open the door.

“What?” You asked, but before you could get an explanation, Chanyeol’s wide hand shoved you inside the room,makingyour mouth screw shut.

You stumbled inside, heels clicking against the marble floor, although they didn’t echo in this room. Instead, they were muffled by a thick Turkish rug, just feet from your steps. On the walls, dark blinds blocked out the sunlight from outside,leavingit instead falling in slats across the floor. Bookcases were on either wall facing you, but even the ominous mahogany desk wasn’t making your gut twist like the man behind it was.

“Well, you’re justas ravishing as I remember.” Junmeyon said, shooting you a pearly white smile. Dressed down in a plain dress shirt, he seemed... casual. Friendly, even.

You returned his smile, feigning confidence even within his commanding aura. “Likewise, Mr. Kim.” Giving him a slight bow, you tucked the loose strands hair behind your ears, making sure to keep it out of your face. Fucking Chanyeol didn’t even give you time to compose yourself before entering.

“I’m happy you made it in safely, come take a seat. Driving was okay?”

Okay. That was a... good word for it.

“Yes, yes.” You affirmed, heading the stiff leather chair sitting in front of his desk. 

“So, since you were so... convincing, I’ve been thinking about your placement within my company. You know, Exodus Intel is very competitive in terms four job market.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” You said, nodding along with his words obediently. You hated being obedient; it went against every damn fiber in your being.

In this case though, you knew it would play to your advantage.

“Good, you’ve done your homework.” Junmeyon said with yet another charming smile. “So I hope you understand that being in this line of work isn’t exactly... the most safe option for young woman like yourself.”

“I’m not concerned.” You said, shaking your head. In fact, this very fact had your heart racing, bones electrified. This was the life you had always wanted; guns, danger, consistent adrenaline coursing through you. This life would be what kept you alive.

“Good. I’m sure you’ll be happy to note that your... skills, did not go unnoticed.” Junmeyon said, his voice an octave above a purr. His eyes raked you in, and you were sure he was having the exact same memories you were.

Laboured breathing, wandering hands, promises of unconditional pleasure (that did not go undelivered). The memory had you smiling slightly to yourself, a blush flushing your cheeks.

“You are quite the temptress. Even I was impressed, and I’ve seen countless women in and out of my bedroom.” Junmeyon continued, fingers drumming the top of his desk. “So I’ve decided to take you on.”

Your smile grew, crinkling at the corners of your eyes slightly as your heart thundered. “Thank you, sir.” You managed to mumble out, giving him a deep nod.

He just watched you, eyes taking in your blushed cheeks quickly with a soft hum. “As for your placement, I had a few options. I think I’ve narrowed it down though. It is a big risk; very few get to fulfill this position.”

You licked your lips at the idea, deciding not to speak. Suddenly, you saw Junmeyon for who he really was; a stern boss, emotionless and cold. In fact, maybe in some way, he had played you, just as you had to him so many nights ago.

“I want you to be a honey trapper. I think you’re physique and...” He cocked his head. “Almost innocent aura would suit the job quite nicely.”

“A-A what, sorry?” You asked, eyes furrowing slightly. You had imagined a hoard of possibilities; private eye, getaway driver, arms dealer, but a... fucking beekeeper?

“Honey trapper.” Junmeyon said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Like a spy, of sorts. You’ll need to... seduce rivals, get information out of them. It’s a learned skill; you will, of course, be compensated highly for your work.”

You remained silent, not sure wether to look at him, or the floor. You settled on the desktop, watching Junmeyons fingers tap idly.

You weren’t sure how to feel; in fact, this is probably the first time you’d ever experienced something like this. You had always imagined the dark life; guns, gangs, and danger everywhere you went. It was a fantasy, only conjured in your mind that never seemed to co-align with the rest of societies. Even so, a glorified prostitute was never what you had in mind. You wanted danger, a thrill, not seducing old med in the back of some dirty club.

“If it’s not what you had hoped, I can let you go now.” Junmeyon said, expressionless. “After all, it’s probably the most dangerous position I could offer.”

Now that piqued your interest. You raised your eyes to meet his; smug, almost as though he had expected this outcome from you. “How so?”

He shifted suddenly, standing out of his chair with the squeak of leather. “It may sound plush, but you really are going into the lions den.” Junmeyon said, finally settling to sit on the desk, directly in front of you. “I’ve never had a woman accept the position, and very few men even make the cut. I only have one working for me currently, but he is very good.” Junmeyon said, cocking his head at you. “You would be under his eye until you get your footing, but it’s imperative that you do, and quickly. If you get caught for being one of my employees, you will be lucky to get back alive.”

Now that, that, was what you had been waiting for. Twisted, but the idea of running from danger always has a special place in your heart. Immediately, you felt your lips twist upwards. “I’m interested. When can I start?”

At that, Junmeyon barked out a laugh. “Well, you’re certainly eager. I’ll notify your senior, he’ll be able to contact you in a few days time. I’m happy to have you on my team, Y/N.”

And before he finally dismissed you, he took a moment to run a hand down the side of your face. His eyes were hungry, almost in longing as he gazed at you.

“And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be very good.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Chanyeol huffed, hissing as his body slammed into the car door with the speed of the turn. “Fuck, Jongdae!”

“Sorry man. We’re here, anyway.”

Sure enough, you could see your apartment looming outside your window. “Thanks Jongdae.” You said, a wink tossed at him in the rearview.

At that, he smirked. “No problem, congragulations on getting in.”

You clambered outside quickly, offering him another smile and thanks. To your suprise, Chanyeol climbed out on the other side as well, ready to escort you into the building. As much of an asshole as he was, he did take his job of watching over you quite seriously.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jongdae called from his open window, eyes twinkling in delight. “Feel free to honey trap me anytime.”

At that, you laughed quickly, waving him off with the back of your hand. You hardly knew anything about the damn position, and already your chest was puffed in pride.

“Ugh, gross Jong.” Chanyeol muttered, waving him off as well. “Go in, its fucking freezing out here.”

Rolling your eyes, you scampered in quickly, the wind nipping at your heels every step of the way, not that you could feel it. Your thundering heart wasn’t from the weather; it was from the elation you were feeling, practically radiating out of your core. You almost skipped to the elevator, punching the call button under Chanyeol’s watchful eye.

“You know, I can manage getting to my apartment myself.” You snarked, as Chanyeol followed you into the elevator, completely unnecessarily. You were in an amazing mood now, with your placement sorted... the last thing you needed was Chanyeol being his snarky self.

“I know, I’m just making sure you get back alright. It is my job, you know.” Chanyeol said, raising his brows at you. He leaned back against the wall, tucking his phone into his pocket as he waited for your response.

“Even then, I think I can manage.” You said with a laugh, rolling your eyes at him. “You can go back to... I don’t know, other Mafia stuff.”

“As of right now, you are that ‘mafia stuff’. Plus, me being with you is a favour. Whatever happened to you being scared of anything that goes bump in your apartment? Don’t think I forgot about that gun earlier.”

The doors of the elevator slid back open on your floor, letting you meander outside, Chanyeol in tow. “That gun was only because you didn’t knock. Trust me, I’m fine to go down the damn hallway without you.” You said, gesturing towards your door, only a minutes walk down the hall.

“Damn, you really want to get rid of me that badly?” Chanyeol said, his steps never faltering. You didn’t see him, but it almost sound like a twinge of hurt was laced in his words.

“I know you don’t want to be here Chanyeol, this is an option for you to leave.” You said, spinning to face him. You still continued walking, backwards now, to maintain eye contact with him. 

He furrowed his row at you, eyes flickering between you face and trailing footsteps. Quickly, he grabbed onto your shoulders, spinning you back around. “Stop that, you’re going to fall. Plus, I want to hear about your meeting.”

“You do?” You asked, a grin splitting across your face. Even in the car, you had been the one to break the news, as neither Jongdae or Chanyeol had asked. It was a thrill (if not an incredulity) that he wanted to hear about it in the first place.

“Yeah, I have nothing else to do for a few hours anyway, might as well.”

Now giddy, your footsteps seemed more confident as you swayed to your door, chest puffed in pride. You deserved it, didn’t you? You had been wanting this for along as you could remember, and with just a few pulled strings, it seemed fall into your lap, a gift from God Himself. The key rattled in the lock as you jimmied it open, leaving swinging aside for Chanyeol’s lumbering frame tomato it’s way inside.

“You can sit on the couch, I’ll be there in a second. I just want to get changed.” You said, gesturing towards your worn love seat to the left.

“Eh, don’t bother.” Chanyeol grumbled from behind you, making you furrow your brow. You turned shoot him a look, but he just rolled his eyes at you, running a hand through his hair. “Come on, it’s not going to take long. You look fine anyway.”

You just scoffed in response, but followed him to the couch anyway. “It’s not to look nice, you fuck, I just want to relax.”

“You don’t want to look nice for me? Wow, nice to see I’m of value.”

You huffed out an annoyed sigh at his attitude, sitting down into the chair across from where he was taking up nearly the entire couch. Already, his old sickly sweet attitude was making your stomach twist in displeasure. “Are you going to be a fucking dick, or can I tell you about my meeting?” You said, running a hand through your hair quickly.

“No, no, I won’t be a dick. Go wild, I’m listening.” Chanyeol said, tossing his phone onto your coffee table with a clatter. At your unimpressed silence,he raised his rows at you. “Well?”

You rolled your eyes quickly, but did begin talking. “Well, Junmeyon initially wasn’t sure what to do with me, at least that’s what he said. He was happy I knew some background on Exodus and what you guys do, so that’s a plus. He initially -”

“ - But what did he say about your position?” Chanyeol said, now shifting to rest his elbows atop his knees.

You shifted slightly, crossing your legs loosely and shooting Chanyeol a pointed look at his interruption. “What do you mean, my position? I already told you.”

“Obviously, but how did you get it? How did you get the damn meeting anyway?” Chanyeol’s eyes seemed to burn a hole into your own, as yours flickered to decipher the hidden undertone to his words. 

“None of your business, Chanyeol.” You finally barked out to which he let out a subtle grin.

“So you fucked him then.” He barked out a laugh, eyes taking in your frame sunk into the chair. Suddenly, you felt a flush raise into your cheeks, which you struggled to force away. “I assumed, but for him to give you honey trapper? Damn, you must be good.”

At that low growl, you pressed your legs tighter together, hands fissuring themselves to your jeans. “What the fuck are you talking about, Yeol?” You said through gritted teeth. “Who cares?”

“I do, Y/N.”  Chanyeol said calmly, his eyes never stopping their journey across yours body. Your skin erupted in goosebumps under his gaze, breathing turning slightly shallow. “Honey trapping is one of the highest ranking positions in the damn company! Obviously you must have pulled some strings to get it, but even then, Junmeyon has slept with a lot of women wanting to be in your exact position.” He continued to mutter, his eyes finally meeting yours again. His lips were twisted up into a small, deceitful smile, making your gut twist slightly. “The question is, how fucking good were you to make him even consider this position, especially for a newbie like you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You sneered back, crossing your arms slightly over your chest, trying to hide your own faltered breathing. It was impossible to deny; Chanyeol was fucking hot, and having him grill you like this only made it more obvious. His tousled flame red hair was just begging to be tugged on, lips looked so delectable when he bit on them slightly. Even his large, calloused  hands were making you see stars, which he noticed.

“Yeah, of course. Where did you think I was going with this?” Chanyeol smirked at you, cocking his head slightly. “Come on, you’re a smart girl, right?”

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” You finally spat out, eyes wide in shock, to which he laughed.

“We’re both attractive Y/N, I’m not going to bother denying it. Can you blame me?” Chanyeol said, shifting slightly closer to you with the words. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was first assigned to you.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“You’re saying you would have let me?” Chanyeol’s eyes lit up at that, his smile finally letting someone his pearly white teeth shine through. “Come on, you would have let me then, why not now?”

At that, you were at a loss for words, especially when Chanyeol’s large hand snuck onto your thigh, damn near burning a hole with it’s intense body heat. You stammered slightly, but it quickly turned into a shriek of surprise when Chanyeol grabbed your sides, dragging you to straddle his impossibly wide lap.

“You let Junmeyon get some, but not me, your doting guardian?” Chanyeol growled, his hands tracing down your back slowly. 

“I-Is this even allowed?” You finally managed to ask, to which Chanyeol laughed. 

“Not such a fiery bitch when you’re sat on my lap, now are you?” He growled, giving your ass a firm squeeze. The action made your jaw fall slack, arching your body further into his, to which his growl signified he didn’t mind.

“If I get in trouble for this, I’m going to fucking kill you.” You growled, but fell short when you felt his lips ghosting over your collarbone.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Chanyeol said, letting out a low chuckle, before you felt his teeth nipping at your skin. You hissed in a breath, head falling backwards slowly.

Chanyeol continued his assault of your neck, making your breathing come in harsh pants, and soft mewls. Your hands couldn’t decide their favourite location, from his broad shoulders to warm chest. You eventually chose to settle them on his shoulders, grip tights against his body. He could definitely feel you feeling him up through his shirt, making him give you an especially bruised hickey on your neck, far above the neckline of any shirt you owned.

His hands left your backside, climbing up your sides to grab your wrist with a growl. “How about you put those hands where I’ll appreciate them?” Chanyeol said, eyes alight and lips swollen as he guided you to his groin. 

As soon as your hands got to his bulge, slowly squeezing him, he let out a throaty groan. “Fuck.”

Now that you were in the moment, having accepted this current predicament, you laughed quickly. “Aw, I already have you swearing? Doesn’t take much, I guess.” 

“Fuck off.” Chanyeol grumbled, pulling up the bottom of his shirt quickly, granting you access to the button of his jeans. “Are you going to be useful, or should I unbutton these myself?”

Rolling your eyes at him, you gave him another firm squeeze before clambering off his lap, and settling to your knees between his open legs. “Asshole.” You muttered, popping open the button quickly. Your heart was thundering as your hand slipped inside, quickly locating his pulsing member and tugging it out.

Jesus, he was thick. Even with your hand wrapped around it, your fingers couldn’t touch, nowhere near! You pumped him steadily, listening to his harsh breathing above you as you did, before you finally gave his flushed head a tentative lick.

“Is that all you can manage, baby? Am I too big for you? Maybe Junmeyon is more easily impressed than I thought.” Chanyeol challenged from above, arms spread over the back of the couch as he watched you on your knees in front of him. His eyes twinkled with delight at the thought of you struggling over his cock, making you bite down a grin.

After all, you were really just doing him a favour.

“Too big?” You said, before scoffing slightly. “Aw, that’s cute, Yeollie. No such thing.”

“Don’t call me Yeollie, you -” Chanyeol began, but broke off with a deep gasp as you took his entire member into your mouth quickly. 

“Fuck!” He groaned, hips rolling into you, which you allowed him do. In fact, you did him one better, burying him inside your mouth until your nose brushed his navel, making him hiss.

Quickly now, you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue along his length like it was nothing at all; and for you, it really wasn’t. Your jaw was stretched to maximum occupancy due to his girth, not that you minded. The stretch was welcome, adored, in fact. This was your favourite pastime.

You worked your tongue into the slit at the head of his dick, hand coming up to fondle his balls, and making him groan. It reverberated throughout your entire place, certainly echoing through the paper thin walls and into your neighbour’s apartments, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you continued sucking his pulsing member.

Finally, you decided that enough was enough, popping your mouth off him with a slick pop! You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand quickly, sure to make eye contact with a wrecked Chanyeol above you as you licked your lips pornographically.

“That was... impressive.” Chanyeol panted, a hand wiping his bangs off of his forehead quickly. He tried hide it, but his breathing was harsh, hair sticky with a sheen of sweat, as he thrusted weakly against the air in an attempt at getting some friction.

“I know.” You said nonchalantly, getting off your knees and shooting a grin down at him. “You’re surprised?”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, giving you a quick once over.”You still have a lot more to prove, jagi.”

You tossed your hair behind your shoulder with a grin, cocking your head at him. “I know,Yeollie. Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“Don’t fucking call me -”

“And either way...” You interrupted, raising a brow at him to force him be quiet. He complied with a grumble, matching your expression back up at you. 

“These clothes were just getting too tiring, wouldn’t you agree?” You said, almost as though talking to a child. Even so, you watched Chanyeol’s eyes drag from your face to your chest, and he nodded, almost hypnotized in your movements.

You grinned, nodding at him. “Thought so. I’m going to fix that issue, but...” You said, before giving his hard cock a light jerk, making Chanyeol tug a lip between his teeth.

“No touching.” You demanded, before sauntering just out of reach.

Swiftly, you took off your jacket and tossed it over the back of the hair, ignoring Chanyeol’s grumbling form behind you. Even after the first article had come off, he fell silent, prompting your to glance back at him. His fists were curled at his sides, white knuckled, as his cock trembled without any simulation. His eyes never left your backside, lip tugged firmly between his teeth, as his gaze begged you to continue.

Following his needs, you slipped off your shirt and dropped it to the floor, now realizing his eyes found themselves staring at your bra. Your hands moved over your breasts, and you squeezed, pretending it was his hands, as you teased yourself. You knew if it was his hands, he would squeeze even tighter, his large hands designed do so. Even the idea had you biting your own lip.You slowly grasped the straps of your bra and slid them down your shoulders, his eyes following the movement. Snapping it off, you dropped that to floor as well.

“Go faster,” he panted, his teeth gritted. He was being good, still not touching, even though his cock was now flushed an angry red. “Please, go faster.”

You turned to face him now nipples stiff against the airing his gaze. “Patience is a virtue, Chanyeol.”

At that, he gritted his teeth further, falling silent and allowing you to continue. Slipping your fingers through the belt loops of your jeans, you tugged them down, slowly over the curve of your ass.

“Fuck, so sexy.” Chanyeol groaned, making your movements slow slightly as you turned to shoot him a grin.

His eyes met yours, glassy and shimmering in the low light as he returned your hazy smile. “I’m so hard watching you, shit.”

You giggled slightly, finally tugging your jeans to the floor with a soft whump. Now only clad in a thin, lacy pair of panties, you spun quickly, tugging your hair out of your face with the motion.

“Oh my god.” Chanyeol groaned, his hands burying themselves into your couch cushions so hard you were sure he would tear into them. His head fell backwards to stare at the ceiling, chest heaving beneath his shirt, making you raise a brow.

While he was struggling to contain himself, you sauntered back in front of his frame, fingers lacing themselves into the hem of his shirt and making him jump. 

“Shh, baby.” You purred, tugging his shirt up while trying to clamber back onto his lap, avoiding his angry, red cock. “Let’s take this off, want us to match.”

Chanyeol seemed to agree, as he helped you maneuver the clothing off his body. With each inch of skin that was revealed, the need between your legs grew, making you growl slightly as soon as he tossed the shirt somewhere behind you.

Immediately, his hands were all over you, lips pressed feverently into yours. His tongue seemed to wrestle it’s way into your mouth, sloppy open mouthed kissing trailing from your lips down to your chest as he bit down slightly onto your nipple. His hands, in the meantime, passed from between your back to your ass, snapping the elastic your panties against your waist and making you moan.

“Chanyeol, please.” You whimpered, as his fingers began to tease your slit. You didn’t need anything anymore, other than his cock inside you.

“Hm?” Chan grumbled, passing from one nipple to another, biting more firmly this time.

The action made you whimper. “Ah, Chanyeol, please!”

At that, he released you from between his teeth, instead shaking his hair out of his eyes and grinning up at you. His smile, wide as may be, made your stomach twist slightly.

“So did you do it?” Chanyeol growled, cocking his head at you slightly, grin never straying.

You furrowed your brow harshly, grinding down onto Chanyeol’s hardness slightly in order to get him back on track. “Fuck, what, Yeol?”

Chan grabbed your sides with a grunt, slowing your movements harshly with a rough lip bite. “I said, did you do it? Did your fuck Junmeyon for your meeting?”

Your jaw fell slack slightly, breathing faltering as you processed what he had asked. “W-what?”

“You heard me. Did you, or didn’t you?” Chanyeol pressed, his fingers tightening on your sides, certain to leave bruises the next day. His eyes searched yours, unrelenting in their search for your weakness.

Lucky for him, your current weakness was sitting directly below you, brushing your thigh.

“Fuck, of course I did Chanyeol, why does it matter?” You whined, squirming in his grip, trying to get friction on your core.

Chanyeol’s grip never relented, keeping you steady in his grasp as he stared you down in disdain. He smirked slightly, using the opportunity of your distraction to bite a purple hickey directly onto your jawline, making you shriek. “Lesson one, Y/N: ask the important questions before you fuck them. That’s the only way anyone will tell you anything.”

The words made your heart thud slightly, your movements immediately stilling within his grasp. You flicked hair out of your face, looking down at Chanyeol’s smug, grinning face, as realization flickered across your own.

“Gotcha.” Chanyeol grinned, finally releasing you from his grasp with one hand, and forcing the lace of your panties aside.

“You’re the other fucking trapper?!” You hissed through your teeth, biting down the urge to moan when his fingers met your clit.

“Of course, why else do you think I was assigned to you?” Chanyeol muttered, fingers flicking you especially hard, intent on making you scream for him. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction through, your own anger the plug preventing it from bubbling up.

“Fuck you.” You managed to blurt out, although it just came out in harsh pants. “You fucking conned me into this, you prick.” 

“Yeah, but we were enjoying ourselves, weren’t we?” Chanyeol said, the smug aura returning to his words. “And I’m feeling particularly generous, normally I leave all you girls wet and horny for me.”

You were about to fire a quick retort, but the words died when you felt the head of Chanyeol’s thick cock pushing into you. Instead,your mouth was agape, eyes flittering shut with the stretch, filling you almost to the brink. The burn was to good it was borderline painful, not helped by Chanyeol viciously fingering your clit.

To your surprise,it was Chanyeol who let out a low groan, his head falling backwards as he finally bottomed out in you. You continuously flexed around his cock, struggling to come to grips with the girth, which was very obviously affecting him too.

Even though it was a lot, you knew that to take away any advantage he had over you, you had to impress him - and fast. Even though your body screamed protest, you willed yourself to rise up, and slam back down on him, riding him harshly.

Chanyeol’s eyes flew open at the friction, meeting yours, painted in thinly-veiled disbelief. In turn, you, panting and wrecked,continuedyour motion, giving a friction between the two of you that seemed to come from heaven itself. 

“Fuck.” Chanyeol grunted, his hands gripping your hips to support your motion as you continued to slam against him. His own his retaliated, snapping upwards to meet your thrusts in time, making you even more breathless (if that was even possible).

The friction between the two of you was building rapidly, having your breathing falling out in harsh pants and eye screwed shut. You couldn't help yourself, raking your nails down Chanyeol’s firm chest, from finally allowing yourself asoft moan. “Fuck, Chanyeol.”

“Yeah, say it.” Chanyeol groaned, hips slapping yours with even more ferocity than before. The action was making you near climax, you could feel it approaching like a tidal wave, making you clench even more tightly around him than before.

“Fuck, Y/N...” Chanyeol moaned out, finality in his tone, when you felt it; his hot seed spilling inside you, as he came with a choked gasp. Even the feeling, hot and filling you so full, made your own orgasm peak, until you met his with a choked scream.

The orgasm whitewashed you, coursing through your veinlike fire until finally, you came to, crumpled onto Chanyeol’s body, panting for breath against his sweaty chest.

Chanyeol seemed equally wrecked... at first, that is, before he opened his mouth. Why was it that whenever he spoke, he seemed to ruin things?

“Well, Junmeyon wasn’t lying, I’ll give you that much.” Chanyeol said, before he grabbed hold of your shoulder.With a swift tug, he straightened you up, smirking at you slightly. “Mind getting off me now? Unless you really,” he winked suggestively at you, smug, “really don’t want to.”

“Gross.” You managed to pant out, rolling off go him and onto the couch cushion beside him.

“What? I wouldn’t blame you.” Chanyeol laughed, finally clambering off your couch. He was swift in tucking himself back into his jeans, scrounging for his shirt somewhere on the floor beyond your line of eyesight.

“You’re one to talk, you said you don’t blame Junmeyon for taking me on. You sure you’re not addicted to me? ” You snapped at him, rolling your eyes at his cocky attitude.

“Absolutely not. This was purely business.” Chanyeol said, finally popping his head from where he was hidden, looking for his top. Now fully clothed, you felt ridiculous still sitting in just your cum-soaked panties. His eyes raked you in, but you couldn’t find the energy to cover yourself up. Instead, your own eyes trailed on his as they completed the path along your body. When they finally met yours again, even he had to give you a small grin. “But, I’ll definitely be looking forward to our next lesson.”

Naver: ‘D-4’ ChenBaekXi’s Baekhyun looks drop-dead gorgeous with blonde hair and a flower in his mouth… revealing ‘Vroom Vroom’ teaser

[+288] Baekhyun’s so beautiful ㅠㅠㅠ  ChenBaekXi, let’s hit daebak ㅠㅠㅠ We are one… I love you

[+282] It’s daebak

[+274] His visual is daebak

[+264] He’s really brilliant and beautiful

[+233] Is he insane...woah

[+89] Baekhyun’s the best

[+88] Baekhyun really can pull off every concept... jjang jjang

[+84] Baekhyun-ah, you’re so pretty ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I was like being frozen when the teaser is out ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ  the b-side ‘Vroom Vroom’ is also good. The b-side is already this good, I wonder how beter the title song will be, and I’m really looking forward to it ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ  Ah ChenBaekXi is daebak

[+79] I like lovely concept, cool concept, as well as emotional concept, I just like them all! I wanna see you soon so badly… quick quick