a/n: This is a seriously long chapter. Please read when able. 

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BYUN BAEK HYUN

When I went back to the dining room after fetching his shirt, I guess I'm already too late. Park Chanyeol already finished the Margaux and all the other bottles are on the brink of their fcking death. How did he fcking— I rushed to his side and slapped his arm, annoyed. "Hey!" I took his glass forcefully and out of the way. "I told you not to get drunk, Park Chan!"

"Sorry," Chanyeol breathes when he sees me. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are red. This is fcking bad. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist to pull me to his lap. I let out a yelp when he lifted one of my legs just so I could straddle him. "I'm so sorry, babe," he slurred and within a second, he's already kissing my neck. I have to plant my palms on his chest just to keep him away.

"Chan—" I rolled my eyes. "You're drunk. Let's go to sleep, okay?"

But he's not even listening. He won't even shake his head no. He continued planting soft kisses on my neck and up my jaw, his palms massaging my thighs freely since I'm wearing shorts. It's definitely a bad day to be wearing shorts and a sleeveless top. "Why are you so pretty?" Chanyeol breathes just as he bites my skin and sucked, leaving a hickey just above my shoulder. "Why're you so pretty, Byun Baek?"

Fcking sht. Here we go again.

"We can't, babe," I whispered and gently pushed him off me. "The guards are here and I have plans tomorrow, remember?"

With that, Chanyeol paused, his breathing so warm against my skin and his hands frozen just along the inside of my thighs. I slowly let out a breath, thinking we're already over this, but just as he stared up at me and meet my gaze, I flinched. Park Chanyeol's brown eyes are dark and definitely hooded with lust. The last time I saw him like this was a few years back. It's not that he doesn't look like this whenever we have sex. It's just that... He's different... And more like the beast he is. I swallowed and felt my heart pounds against my chest.

Oh no.

But without warning, Chanyeol carried me by the waist and off his lap.

Huh? We're not having sex?

My fiance stood up and walked out of the kitchen. He's walking straight, though, like he's not fcking drunk. At all. Soon, I heard his voice speaking from the receiving area. It's deep and authoritative. I heard a few footsteps sounding then going more distant. There's the elevator sound. Then silence. Just fcking silence.

Without thinking, I grabbed one bottle of wine then chugged its contents. I'm definitely panicking already. Fcking sht. Is he mad at me? Did he send the guards away so he could shout at me? I gave my cheek a slap then drank another half-filled bottle. Chanyeol isn't like that, stupid btch! I pressed my hands on the dining table and breathed out. The throbbing in my head is back again. Okay. Maybe I am overthinking—

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed me by the waist and the next thing I knew, Park Chanyeol is already kissing me. His kisses are undeniably demanding and no matter how hard I try to pull back, Chanyeol's kisses aren't a fcking joke. He kisses so so good, I could feel my head spinning in circles. My knees go weak and my tummy churns like a million wings fluttering inside. The alcohol soon kicks in again and I opened my mouth with a moan and let his tongue invade me. I gripped his shirt and pulled him closer as I tried to match his enthusiasm. Barely. Chanyeol's tongue swiped under mine then sucked the moving muscle as he moans. He will then pull his tongue out to bite on my lower lip, suck it swollen, then tug it down to part my lips. There's no time to think when he kisses me again, thrusting his tongue deeper and tickling the roof of my mouth as I felt a chill run down my spine. He repeated the movements a few times until I'm gasping for air and moaning his name. With a low groan, my fiance carried me by the waist and to a sturdy table against the wall.

Chanyeol pushed my legs open and I immediately wrapped them around his waist as he grinds his crotch against mine. Even with all the clothes, I could already feel his rock hard erection. Suddenly, he holds my chin up so he could have more access on my neck. The skin is already covered with patches of red, I could tell. "You really think a few security guards could stop me from taking you?" He whispered in a low, husky voice. "You better think twice, Byun Baekhyun." He trailed his tongue from my shoulder to the base of my jaw then started nipping on the skin, biting, but never really hurting me. I breathe through my mouth, my lips parted and slightly swollen from the way he was kissing me.

"C-Chan—" I whispered as he continued creating hickeys on my neck. "I-I'm— Y-You're... scaring me..." Honestly, I'm already intoxicated with alcohol and barely notice the surroundings. But my senses are heightened and all I could feel distinctly are the touches and kisses he pressed against my skin. When the words left my mouth, I felt him smirk before he continued kissing my neck again.

"I won't hurt you, Byun Baek," he breathes, still with that mischievous smirk. "I swear." When he pulled back to give me one gentle, and supposed to be assuring, kiss on the lips, Park Chanyeol's eyes are almost unrecognizable. They are hazy, like they're cold but still kind of gentle; Knowing but not really comprehending. In other words: FCKING DRUNK THIS FCKING ASSHOLE.

I gritted my teeth together just as he slipped his hands under my shirt, making me gasp. "Chan—!"

"Why?" He glares. "Do you not enjoy sex with me anymore?"

"WHAT—?" I glared back and tried really hard to keep myself from kicking his face. "The fcking sht are you saying?!" Is he insane?! What kind of useless things are running in his head right now?! I suddenly had the urge to just fcking choke him.

The glare is immediately gone to be replaced by his sly smirk as he traveled his palms further, reaching my chest. He started groping just around my nipples, feeling the skin and spoiling himself with the smoothness. "You feel so soft around here," he murmurs. "Is it because I love playing with them?"

This fcking jerk! "You btch—"

"Take them off," he suddenly commanded in a deep, authoritative voice.

What. The. Fck.

"Take them off, Byun Baek."

When I look at him, I already know I'm never gonna win this sht. Park Chanyeol looks determined to get some tonight. And he's getting it in his own fcking way. Even if I run and lock myself in a room, I'm pretty sure a door won't keep him from having his way with me. PLUS! What if he jerk off alone in a bathroom? Or worse! Jerk off while watching a fcking porn? I WON'T ALLOW THAT! I'm the only one allowed to make him come and hard like a fcking rock. Fck those porn videos and porn stars. PARK CHANYEOL'S FCKING MINE.

Still glaring at my fiance like a maniac, I took my shirt off through gritted teeth and threw it somewhere in the room. He obviously looked delighted to see me naked waist up and he just stared at my body for a whole moment, filling his eyes to his content. "Now, now..." he mused, his eyes twinkling. "What do we have here?" He threw me one mischievous look before slowly leaning unto my chest, leaving a trail of kisses from the base of my neck to just around my nipples. He doesn't even touch them. He just teases me with his lips as his hands move around my waist, caressing my skin and the curves. I watched him do so, my breaths coming in ragged through parted lips. He meets my eyes and his gaze never wavered until I felt him flick one nipple with his tongue.

"Fck—" I moaned, reaching over to grip his hair. Oh sht. That felt good. "T-They're still swollen from last night, idiot!"

"I know, I know," Chanyeol chuckles. "The more reason I want to suck them." He gripped my waist hard and closer to him then without warning, took my right nipple into his mouth. My head fell back and against the wall as I let out another moan. Well, that's— I held unto his hair and marveled on how his tongue encircles the swollen nub before pinning it with his lips as he sucked. It stings quite a bit but that doesn't mean it doesn't feel good and arousing. Chanyeol pressed his tongue flat on my nipple then sucked again, I have to keep myself from grinding against him. Sht. I'm already hard and definitely dripping wet.

Chanyeol transferred his attention to the other nipple and when the right one felt abandoned, I can't help but reach for and play with it with my own fingers. I was about to pin it between my thumb and forefinger when my fiance swatted my hand away, replacing it with his own. He pressed his thumb on my nipple then slowly circled the tip, playing it like a fcking joystick. Groaning, I reached for his back and clawed on the dress shirt he is wearing. He casually ignored me, this prick. He continued playing with my chest with his lips and hands, leaving more marks than usual. My nipples are already feeling tender and numb when he decided to pull back to quickly unbutton his shirt and throw it out of the way. He gave out a low hiss before returning to feasting on my neck and up my lips again and I reached down to his chest as I kissed him back, traveling my hands all over the chiseled muscles of his abdomen.

"You're so fcking hot, Byun Baek," he murmured against my lips. I could already feel his hands traveling to my shorts and slowly pushing them down. "What do I do with you?"

"Well, for a start," I sucked on his lower lip. "Maybe fingerfck me?"

My fiance's kisses became deeper in a split second and I raised my hips a bit so he could tug unto my shorts and briefs and pull them off my leg. I kicked them out of the way and Chanyeol's hands moved to my thighs, giving them hard massages before pushing them even further apart. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth just as I felt his middle finger probing my asshole.

"OH!" I cried out, swallowing spit then letting out a groan. His finger slid in quite smoothly and I felt the muscles around my hole contract with the sudden intrusion. Chanyeol slowly pulled his finger out and in a few times, silencing the following moans escaping my lips with his mouth. He kept on kissing me until his finger fcking my asshole is joined by another two, scissoring their way inside. He did it a few times until my muscles are fully relaxed and all the low moaning is louder. Chanyeol's fingers reach far. But never deep enough for me. With a gasp, I pulled away from the kiss to stare directly into my fiance's eyes. "I-I'm ready," I pant as I held his face in my hands. "I'm ready, babe..."

When Chanyeol nods then forcefully grabbed my ass cheeks, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against him. I don't know how he did it, but within a few seconds, his trousers and boxers are already pooling around his feet. Park Chanyeol is standing before me fully naked and gorgeous and I can never deny the fact that just the sight of his beautifully chiseled body is enough to make my head swoon. I hugged him even tighter. And when I felt the tip of his c*ck enter my asshole, I let out a satisfied moan. It must have been loud because Chanyeol chuckles against my neck, amused.

He pushed his member deeper slowly and I welcomed every inch with a gasp. Soon, I'm already biting on his shoulder and clawing on his back just to keep myself from screaming. His d*ck is stretching every part of me and it feels fcking great I almost passed out. "No more—" I groaned as he continued to push in deep. "I think it won't go in any further, babe..." Chanyeol's member is fully erect. And when he is, having him fck me isn't a fcking walk in the park.

"Come on," Chanyeol murmured, kissing my shoulder affectionately. "I'm not even halfway in, baby."

"W-wha—?" I looked down to where his c*ck is meeting my asshole and he sure is telling the truth. "Why— Why are you so fcking so big?" I whined just as he pushed another inch inside, making me gasp. He continued doing so and my complaints dissolved to nothingness. I reached out for Chanyeol and he generously gave me his body, letting me hold him because I'll definitely melt into a puddle if I don't. I hugged him close, taking all the support I need.

Soon, I could already feel him buried to the hilt and without waiting for me, he started to fck me slowly. Now. There's the good part. Chanyeol held unto my ass cheeks, squeezing them as he moved his hips. I can't really see his d*ck going in and out of me but I could definitely feel it. It touches and reaches every part of me that matters. My toes curl up in pleasure and I can't stop myself from moaning curses every time he hits in deep. The come dripping from his member is enough to lubricate me and I could hear the sucking sound it makes as he pounds my asshole. Park Chanyeol definitely knows my body and I don't even have to move just so he could hit the right spot. When he angled his hip and rammed his c*ck inside me, I let out a scream. He fcking hit the fcking spot, goddamnit.

"Fck. Fck. Fck." I cried out with every perfect hit to my prostate. Chanyeol is almost carrying me off the table as he fcks me deep and hard. I could hear and feel every pant and every groan he releases and within a few more thrusts, I'm already feel myself reaching the edge. "N-No—!" I shout as I bit unto his shoulder and let out a loud, inward moan. Semen sprung from my member, hitting my chest and chin. Chanyeol gave my asshole a few more fcks and another string came out and landed on my face. "Holy sht..." I pant, my whole body feeling like jelly as I released my hold around him. The orgasm subsided with every deep breath I take. But not Park Chanyeol and his raging d*ck.

"Hey," he leaned and gave me a gentle kiss before hungrily licking the come off my face. "Don't act like we're already done here, baby. I haven't even come yet."

When my senses came back to me, I slowly looked down and realize that yes, he's still inside me. And yes, he still hasn't come yet. "But—" I started to protest but the next thing I knew, Chanyeol is already hugging my waist and pulling me off the table. What the fck is he doing? Without pulling his member out, he turned me a hundred and eighty then pushed me chest down on the table. "Chan—!" I felt one of his hands press against the small of my back, keeping me in place and before I even know it, he's already fcking me again. His c*ck is hard and warm and my insides squeeze him like something they welcome wholeheartedly. Chanyeol landed a loud spank on my backside and I yelp... not really in pain.

"You're squeezing me too hard," he breathes, his chest pressed against my back. My fiance licked my earlobe and then reached out for my chin so he could tip my head back and kiss me on the lips. "I wonder..." he murmured between kisses. "If anything else would even come close to how my d*ck satisfies you." He sucked my tongue then my lips and he continued doing so as he thrusts and abuse my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut and just drowned into whatever sensation he's giving me. It feels fcking great, I can barely talk when he reached forward to play with my nipples and grope hard on my chest. "You're mine, you hear me?" Chanyeol hissed, biting my lip. "You're fcking mine, Byun Baekhyun."

"I-I'm yours," I gasped, my voice muffled by his tongue. "I'm yours..."

Park Chanyeol continued ramming his d*ck inside me and soon, I felt him tense, his hold tightening around my body. "I'm near," he warned as he kissed me again.

"Don't come inside," I panted, shaking my head. My fiance comes a lot and I don't want to spend the whole morning cleaning his juices off my ass. Besides, what if I get another stomachache again? I have plans... remember? I reached back and clumsily wrapped my hand around the base of his c*ck. "Come inside my mouth, okay?"

Chanyeol hissed but nodded. He gave me a few more thrusts and continued playing with my nipples until I am coming again and moaning his name. Holy fcking sht. Holy fcking son of a btch! As the last string of semen left my member and hit the floor, I started to feel lightheaded and when Chanyeol pulled out, it took me a whole lot of energy to immediately go down on my knees to take his whole length in my mouth. String after string of hot whitish liquid came out the tip and I swallowed every last drop, wiping with the back of my hand the ones dribbling down my chin. Chanyeol gripped the edge of the table for support as he slowly gave my mouth a few fcks, riding off the orgasm. "Sht, Byun Baek," he moaned when I slowly bobbed my head back and forth. "You're so fcking good at this."

I continued sucking off his member with a smirk and when he's satisfied, Chanyeol slowly pulled out and reached down to help me to my feet. He ran a hand through his messed up hair, trying in vain to fix it. Droplets of sweat covered our bodies and my legs feel like they're about to break. If not for the way my fiance is holding me, I may have been sprawled on the floor right now. Dying. We're both out of breath and flushed, but Park Chanyeol definitely looks glowing. Like he just had the best dessert of his life.

My fiance gave my forehead a gentle kiss, his lips lingering on the skin for a few seconds. "Let's go upstairs," he whispered then without a warning, he's already carrying me on his arms. Not that I'm complaining. I could barely fcking move. Sighing, I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. Chanyeol doesn't seem concerned about my weight and he effortlessly climbed the spiral staircase. Peanut gave us a short glance as we as ascended but just proceed to sleep.

When we reached our room, Chanyeol kicked the door shut then gently set me down on the bed. I crawled to the side and pulled unto the covers, ready to tuck myself in. I don't have enough energy to go to the bathroom and clean up. I'll do that sht tomorrow. When I thought Chanyeol's going to follow suit, I curiously looked back and watched as he walked towards the bedside table and pulled a drawer open. Huh? Aren't we going to sleep yet? My fiance pulled out a small box and frowned at it.

"Did you buy this?" He held up the condom box to me. "It's size L."

I blushed. "Y-Yeah..." I looked down, suddenly embarrassed. "Just in case I don't want you to come inside..." I know Park Chanyeol loves fcking me raw and he hates wearing condoms so we don't really use one. I hate using the rubber, too. But seriously, cleaning up is so much work, especially when he's not even helping me! Park Chan could creampie me all he wants but maybe not when I need to wake up early the next day.

Chanyeol looks at me dead in the eyes then points to the box. "I'm size XL," he deadpanned. "This is too tight."

I gaped at him. "W-What?"

"It's too tight," he repeated. "I can't believe you don't know what size I use, Byun Baek."

"We barely use one!" I argued, crossing my arms over my chest. "And besides, you're the one who buys them anyway."

Park Chanyeol just shook his head with a small smile then proceed to open the box. He used one hand to slowly fap his half-hard member and the other to open a condom with his teeth. "Come here," he murmured and I reluctantly crawled to him, until I'm facing his d*ck. Maybe sleep isn't coming any sooner. Chanyeol reached down to gently brush the bangs off my face. "Make me harder?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes but slowly leaned forward until I could feel the tip of his c*ck touching my lips. My lips part willingly and my eyelids flutter close as I take his whole length very slowly into my throat. Everything feels familiar, I don't even have to force myself in anyway. I could feel Chanyeol's hungry gaze on my face and I could hear the deep groans he emits. He knows his c*ck just fcking love my mouth.

Angling my head a little, I started to move my head back and forth, letting him fck my mouth in the pace I like. Chanyeol doesn't even move. He just keeps a firm grip on my hair and occasionally riches down to wipe the saliva dripping from the sides of my lips. Within a few more seconds, I could already feel his member go even harder inside my mouth. I continue deepthroating him but doesn't go any faster. Just teasing. Just filling him more with want.

Gently, Chanyeol pulled back with a satisfied groan then handed me the condom with a sly smirk. "Please, baby?" He murmurs. "I don't want to pull out when I come again."

I took the condom from him with a sigh then placed it in a way so my lips are holding it ready. Using my mouth, I slowly put the rubber around Chanyeol's c*ck until he once again reached the deepest parts of my throat. Even though it was difficult, considering the condom was a little too tight, I managed to put it on him perfectly. I pulled back, out of breath, and gazed at my creation. "It looks like it's about to burst," I giggled.

"Yeah... It feels tight," Chanyeol pants. He gave my cheek a gentle brush before moving over to lie on the bed. "You like being on top, don't you, honey?" He reached out a hand to me. "Wanna ride me?"

This prick... Of course, I do!

When I held his hand, Chanyeol intertwined our fingers before he pulled me up so I could straddle his chest. When I'm about to slide my hips downwards, Chanyeol suddenly pulled me down, my lips crashing against his. I gasped through his kisses, taken aback by the sudden movement, and he took that opportunity to invade my mouth with his tongue. We continued kissing and sucking each others' tongues and when my fiance's hands squeezed mine, I took that signal to move my hips further south until we're crotch-to-crotch. I freed one hand from his grip just so I could position his d*ck below me. I gripped the base and when I already felt the head touching my asshole, I lifted my hips then lowered myself onto his waiting c*ck.

"Holy fck, Baek..." Chanyeol moans against my lips before I pulled back, watching down at him. His eyes are squeezed shut for a moment before he opens them again so he could watch me. We held hands as I planted my knees on the bed, riding him like a cowboy. I just fcking love this position. His c*ck hits deep and I could feel every part of me stretching to accommodate him more. I started moving slowly, my back arched and my lips parted as moans continued erupting from deep within me. I lifted my hips then moved down slowly, liking the fact of how Chanyeol groans whenever I do so.

"I'll go faster," I pant before planting my hands on Chanyeol's abdomen to have more leverage. I started moving faster, my thighs doing a great job of lifting and bringing me down. But I think Chanyeol just started moving his hips, too, because I could feel the impact of each thrust more deeply already. "AH!" I cried out when Chanyeol grabbed my hips so he could deliver one hard fck. He didn't miss my spot and my eyes practically rolled back to the back of my head. "Oh sht, do that again!"

Chanyeol chuckles at the command but when he started doing it non-stop, I just went fcking weak. He gripped my body and hit my prostate so hard I'm already gasping for air and scratching his chest, begging him to slow down. He didn't listen. I didn't know pleasure could practically kill you.

"HOLY SHT!" I screamed when I came, semen hitting Chanyeol on the face. But he didn't stop. He just licked his lips, biting unto them in pure want. As more come erupts from my member, my fiance just continued thrusting his c*ck inside me. When the orgasm hit, I almost passed out; the night sky the only thing I was able to remember. I went limp and Chanyeol might have felt it because he sat up then pushed me back on the bed, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he fcked the life out of me.

I would be lying if I say making love with Chanyeol isn't perfect. He knows every inch of my body. He knows where to touch and where to kiss. When's the perfect time for a caress or a grip. He knows how to do me. How to fck me. How to make me come until I'm nothing but a moaning mess.

But Park Chanyeol is a fcking beast in bed.

And I'm not overstating anything.

I felt his drowning kiss against my lips again but it turned sloppy since I could already feel all the energy leaving my system. I reached for his hair, tangling the strands around my fingers as I kissed him back, more gently though, because I'm just fcking tired already. Chanyeol continued ramming his d*ck inside me, filling me everywhere he could reach. He hugged me close as he thrusts harder and faster, his muffled moaning silenced by my own kisses. Soon enough, he tenses and held me close. Here he comes. Hot, sticky fluid filled me to the core and at the same time, I felt myself coming again. Chanyeol thrusts into me a few more times, letting the orgasm subside for the both of us. I'm fcking wasted, yes. But coming with him felt so good—

And then it hit me.

I sat up straight and the sudden motion forced Chanyeol to pull out. Semen drips from my asshole and to the bedsheets, and I stared at it, horrified. "What the fck?" I looked at my fiance accusingly. "You were wearing a—"

Chanyeol pants as he removed a come-covered rubber, once a condom, off his d*ck. "I told you," he huffs, giving me a look. "I'm size XL."

WHAT. How did that sht fcking happen...

"I-It... ripped?"

Without answering my question, my fiance emotionlessly reached for my ankle and pulled me to him. It was like I was weightless and I don't even have enough stamina to grip on anything but his broad shoulders. "Now that's done," he pressed me against the bed again, his eyes blank but lustful as they stare back at me. "Let's continue."

"No!" I cried out, trying to fight back. "You can't—!"

But Park Chanyeol is already spooning me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist to keep me from moving. Semen drips from my asshole and along the inside of my thighs. He comes too much. I felt his d*ck entering me again without much problem. It slipped in rather smoothly and I have to give out another moan when he hits just the right spot. "You know I love fcking you raw, right?" Chanyeol whispered huskily against my ear. "It feels so good inside you, Byun Baek."

"C-Chan—" I gasped for air as his paces fasten. Saliva drips from my mouth and I don't even have enough energy to swallow spit as Park Chanyeol fcks me. He goes full speed, leaving my mind blank and all I could ever comprehend is how good it feels to be d*cked by him. He doesn't even have to spend much energy as I already feel the familiar build up of orgasm at the pit of my tummy just from a few hits. "Park— AH!" I came with a moan, reaching back to tug unto his hair so I could kiss him. We continued sucking each other's lips as he came again inside me, filling me up with semen until they dribble out of my asshole.

Chanyeol gave me a few more thrusts, just letting the orgasm leave his body. And to my surprise, he pulled out and sprawled eagle-like on the bed. When I turned to give him a look, he already has his eyes closed though he's still panting. His c*ck is not really flaccid but it's not fully erect either. I gave out a long sigh. If sex monsters even exist, this guy right here could be their fcking boss.

It took me a few more moments to gather just enough energy to stand up and walk towards the bathroom. I could still feel all the semen coming out my asshole, hitting the floor in quiet plops and some trickling down my legs. It was like I'm bleeding. Fcking son of a demon. As I walk, I even have to use support from the walls and tables just so I could reach the bathroom without falling. I immediately walked towards the sink, reaching for the drawers underneath. I have to clean myself tonight, I thought. My reflection on the mirror caught my gaze and I gasped, hands flying to my lips.

"Holy—" I'm a fcking mess. Every inch of my skin seemed to be either reddening from being held too tight or sucked. My hair is disheveled and my eyes deep in tiredness. Even my lips and nipples are swollen and I'm pretty sure I'll be bruised on quite a few places tomorrow.

Suddenly, I felt two hands rest on both sides of my waist. Park Chanyeol stares at our reflection in the mirror, his lips twisted to a smirk. "Well, aren't you pretty?" He leaned down to kiss my shoulder and I just froze. He bit unto the skin. "We're not done yet."

PARK CHAN YEOL

The barking woke me.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Rain licking my cheek and barking happily before running away. He must have thought I was dead. "Ow," I clasped my back which is suddenly sore and squeezed my eyes shut as if doing so could drive the sleepiness away. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open again and looked around me.

I'm in the closet. Sleeping on the floor. Naked.

A blanket is draped over me and my head is resting on a pillow. But how did I end up here?

What happened last night?

I forced myself to stand despite the backache. My body must have felt tired from sleeping on the closet floor. After stretching a little, I immediately searched for some clothes. At the same time, I searched my brain for some answers. Okay. The last thing I could remember was getting drunk with Byun Baek... And then he noticed my dress shirt was already worn out so he offered to fetch me some clean clothes.

And then...

Nothing.

Did he come back after that?

"What did I do?" I murmured to myself as I get dressed. I stepped out of the closet and noticed the time on the far wall clock. It's already one in the afternoon. I just missed lunch but I don't really feel hungry. Instead, I feel quite refreshed despite sleeping on the floor all night.

Yeah. I feel so good today.

Just before I walk out the room, I noticed the sheets on our bed are suddenly gone and off for some changing. I frowned, because Baekhyun just changed the sheets yesterday morning. Did he spill something on the bed last night? Why can't I remember it happening then?

I just shrugged and was about to walk out the door when a thing caught my eyes. It's a small, opened box just on top of our bedside table. It just lies there, quietly and innocently, getting my attention then slapping me with the truth. Within a second, every single thing came crashing back at me like a painful pail of ice cold water.

"HOLY SHT!" I dashed out the door and went straight to where the noise from a TV is coming from. The entertainment area is located on the same floor as our bedroom and it is occupied by one person only.

Byun Baekhyun.

He's lying chest down on a couch, a blanket draped around him as he sniffs and watch some Korean variety show. Oh god. I knew getting drunk won't bring me anything good! What the fck was I thinking?! Even from a distance, I already know he's crying.

"B-Baek..."

The crying abruptly stopped and I swear all the blood just left my face.

I'm so fcking scared.

"Huh," Baekhyun won't even look at me. "So you're awake."

I frowned because I could barely hear him. His voice is hoarse and almost unrecognizable. "Baby... Why— Why do you sound like that?"

And then he snapped.

"YOU FCKING BTCH!" Baekhyun screamed, sitting up and walking towards me. He's wearing a huge turtleneck sweater that stops just around his ass and a pair of boxers. Even from a distance, I could see the skin of his legs. They're bruised and covered in hickeys. Did I... Did I do that?! Baekhyun approaches me with wobbly legs and I could tell every part of his body hurts because he flinches whenever he moves. "I TOLD YOU I HAVE PLANS TODAY, FCKING ASSHOLE! AND WHAT DID YOU DO, HUH? YOU FCKING CAME INSIDE ME LIKE A FCKING PRICK AND YOU WON'T EVEN STOP EVEN WHEN I TOLD YOU TO!"

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. "We got a situation here!" One of the security personnel said through the intercom. "There's screaming and—" They stopped short when they emerged from downstairs and saw me and Baekhyun obviously in the middle of something. I shot them a look but Baek doesn't even notice their arrival. He's glaring at me like a maniac.

"MY WHOLE BODY IS ACHING RIGHT NOW AND I CAN'T EVEN WALK PROPERLY, YOU FCKING JERK!" He's sobbing and sniffing through all the screams. "I SPENT ALL MORNING TAKING ALL YOUR COME OUT OF MY ASSHOLE AND DID YOU THINK IT WAS FCKING EASY?! I AM SO SORE I COULD BARELY SPLASH WATER ON MY FCKING ASS!"

"Abort! Abort!" I heard the security shout, pushing each other down the stairs in embarrassment. Don't worry, misters. You're not the only people dying of embarrassment here.

I took a cautious step towards Baekhyun. "B-Baby—"

"DON'T FCKING 'BABY' ME WHEN YOU ALMOST KILLED ME LAST NIGHT, PARK FCKING CHANYEOL!" He screams with all the remaining voice he has. "NOW I'M STUCK HERE ALL DAY, WATCHING A PRODUCE X 101 REPLAY AND SONG HYEONGJUN DIDN'T EVEN GET TO BE CENTER! IT'S ALL YOUR FCKING FAULT, YOU SON OF A BTCH! I COULD JUST KILL YOU! AARRGGGHHH!"

"W-What?" I gaped at him. Who the fck is Song Hyeongjun?!

Baekhyun continued crying in front of me, his tears flowing down from his eyes and down his cheeks. He wiped his tears with the sweatshirt he's wearing but doing so seemed to hurt his arm. "You're so mean..." he sobbed and I know I shouldn't be thinking this but... he's just so cute when he cries. "I told you not to get drunk, Park Chan... Why did you drink so much?"

Slowly, I walked towards him and reached for his hair. "I'm sorry..." I breathed. "I'm sorry, Byun Baek..."

"I want to kill you right now," Baekhyun sobbed like a kid but he let me wrap my arms around him in comfort. "I want to fcking kill you, Park!"

"I'm sorry," I murmured, giving his hair a gentle kiss. "Please forgive me, Baek."

Suddenly, Baekhyun stopped crying.

"FUCK NO."

Then I felt a knee strike.

Straight to my fcking crotch.

And for the rest of the day, despite his aching body, Baekhyun is in a perfectly good mood.

 x x x

a/n: YAY! It's done! Honestly, I was feeling a little rusty since I haven't written a full smut in a long time. BUT I managed! 

How was the chapter? I really hope you liked it! :)

Just a bit of sharing: 

It took me three days to write this chapter because writing smut literally requires a whole lot of energy (at least for me), so I really commend all the other authors out there who writes smut non-stop and are surely more hardworking than me. You guys are just... amazing.

Anyways, that's all for now. Thank you!

-HY