bitch. i am back. 

x x x 

The red Ferrari Stradale is my favorite, but I rarely use it because it stands out too much when I'm in a convoy. So, when my husband suddenly asked me one night if he could borrow one of my cars, I quickly offered the Ferrari since I think it needs more utilization than collecting dust in the garage. Park Baekhyun gladly agreed—but that's until he saw the luxury car and became too hesitant to drive it. It took me another hour to convince him everything's going to be fine and no one's going to steal anything.

I could tell Baekhyun was happy, especially with the excited way he was clutching the ignition key.

That's why the last thing I expected to receive today while I'm securing a deal with my husband's father is the email that came with my secretary who's looking worried as she peeks inside my office after knocking. I acknowledged her with a nod and motioned for her to step inside. So Eun stood by the door, head bowed low and courteous as always.

"I'm actually surprised Baekhyun isn't here nagging you again," my father-in-law grinned as he handed the signed document to his own secretary. "Every time I call him last week, he says he's on his way to your office to bring you lunch."

"Ah, yes," I nodded, smiling a little. "He became quite troubled when he learned I'm not having lunch on time. But Baekhyun's at the café right now, Father, if you want to see him."

"You know what, why don't you two have dinner with us tomorrow night?" Mr. Byun suggested, and he smiled widely the way Baekhyun does—his eyes folding into crescents. "I see you every time here at the office, but we barely had the time to chat about other stuff anymore. And my wife misses you both so much she stares at your wedding photos almost every day!"

I chuckled wholeheartedly at the revelation. "We miss you both, too, Father."

"I'll tell your Mother to prepare something grand," he said. "How's that sound?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds great," I beamed. "We'll be there."

"Well then," father-in-law stood up and I followed suit, bowing low from the waist. He did the same before giving me a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Take care, son," he said kindly. "And please eat your lunch on time."

I can't help the amused laugh that left my lips. It's just like what Baekhyun tells me every time. "Yes, Father. I'll keep that in mind." I gave him another respectable bow as he left the office.

Discussing business with the Byuns has always been my favorite. They are good-natured people who never run out of ideas and are seriously smart. One-on-one meetings with them goes smoothly and finishes on time because we tend to have the same concepts in mind so often. Among the four of them, however, my husband has the least interest in all of these—Nonetheless, he's still my favorite Byun.

As soon as Baekhyun's father is out of sight, So Eun walked towards me and handed me her iPad. On the screen is an email from Seyri, my husband's bodyguard, and attached with her short message is a picture of the back of my Ferrari. It's scratched and scribbled on with paint—words written on the car so familiar because I heard them from a certain story before. The thugs also tried breaking the windows, obviously, but they didn't succeed.

"How's my husband?" I asked in a low voice, my jaw clenched. Seyri's other messages barely registered. Images of Baekhyun getting harmed seemed to be the only thing running through my mind right now. I handed the iPad back to So Eun and she immediately gave me my coat and car keys. She knows I'm not going to sit idly after what just happened.

"I phoned Seyri as soon as I received her email," So Eun started as she followed me out of my office and to the elevators. "She told me sir Baekhyun is completely fine and was told to not leave the café's premises while she deals with the police. Seyri caught the criminals before they ran away, she's at the station with them right now."

I nodded, slightly relaxing at the news. "You already know what to do, So Eun. Make the necessary calls and make sure they don't let them off easily," I said firmly. "Send me a message if anything else happens here."

"Yes, President Park," she nodded, bowing low as I entered the empty cabin.

This isn't the first time this happened, and it is seriously troubling me. I know many people do not particularly like Baekhyun, especially now that he has 'Park' in his name, but I do not think anyone I am doing business with would go this low just to throw hate at my husband.

That's right. My husband.

I am the most powerful man in the corporate world right now and they should know better than to mess with the single most important person in my life. I clenched the steering wheel as I drove, irritated beyond words.

Whoever they are, they will pay for this.

And payment does not come cheap.

I found Do Kyungsoo behind the cashier, bowing low as a greeting when I entered the café. I pocketed my phone after reading Seyri's most recent email and looked around curiously. There are only a few people left for today—two elderly couple and a group of students studying. Maybe because it's almost time for dinner and majority of our usual customers are back to their own families or rides home. I approached Kyungsoo and he already seems to know what I'm going to ask him.

"Where is he?"

"Upstairs at the bookstore, sir," he answered. "Sir Baekhyun thinks stocking books would keep his mind off... things."

I swallowed, thoughtful. "Did he..." I started and Kyungsoo raised his brows in question. "Did he see the car before the police took it?"

"Oh, he didn't, sir," the barista said, and it made me sigh in relief. "Seyri was so firm on not letting him leave the building when she ran after those kids. Sir Jongin even went to help her but she didn't need it. She is freakishly strong."

But something on what Kyungsoo just said caught my attention. "Hang on," I frowned. "Did you say 'kids'?"

"Yes," Kyungsoo nodded. "Some high school girls did it. They came with those paint and brushes and just suddenly started writing things on the Ferrari. One of our customers saw and started screaming."

High school girls? Aren't the ones who destroyed Baekhyun's original car high school students, too?

Huh. Something does not add up here. Why would little girls in uniforms attack Baekhyun like this? It has been years since we had any business with our past high school. And it's not like we're acquaintances with any present students there. So, maybe Seyri's right. This isn't about business after all. People in the business world would be terrified to touch my husband, knowing what I could do. This is because of something else.

"Thank you, Kyungsoo," I patted the counter. "I'll go see Baek now."

The upstairs bookstore is quiet as always, the air only filled with a soft classical music playing in the background. Park Baekhyun absentmindedly slipped book after book into the shelves, trying in vain to be unmindful of everything going around him. He looks solemn and deep in thought, but so, so pretty, I almost just stood there and marveled at his beauty. For one unexplainable moment, I suddenly thought about how much hate he had to endure in the past just because of that perfect face.

And I don't like the experience. I do not like it one bit.

When Baekhyun finally looks up and met my eyes, I swear the calm façade he's wearing just crumpled painfully. The undeniable fright in his eyes almost broke my heart.

"Park Chanyeol," Baekhyun choked and it only took me a second before walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his small frame. My husband doesn't cry. He didn't whine or complain. But I could feel how tensed he had been and how his body seemingly melts in my embrace. Park Baekhyun clung to my shirt so tightly and he let me kiss his temple and brush his hair off his face, attempts to instill some calmness into his system. It's the least I could do right now.

"Are you okay, love?" I murmured, hugging him tighter. "I was so worried."

Baekhyun pressed his face on my chest and sighed contently. "Just shaken," he breathes and there's that certain lightness in his voice that one could hear only whenever I hold him like this. "I... I don't know what I did wrong, Chanyeol. I really have no idea..."

"It's okay, baby," I cooed as I caress his hair. "You did nothing wrong. It's not your fault."

My husband looked up at me, his eyes wide and afraid. I would never forgive anyone who put that look on his face. "W-What if it is?" he asked, voice hushed and panicking a little. "What if I did something but I just didn't know it—"

"It's not possible," I said, meeting his troubled gaze before planting featherlight kisses on his face. "You can't hurt anyone. You're... You're just not capable of it."

And that's quite true.

I remember the time he finally told me about the reason he transferred high school. I remember thinking about getting back at those people who gave him a hard time; Those people who bullied him until he barely had any self-esteem left. I remember those girls who hated his guts when we started going out and how they tried spreading bad rumors about him until I stepped in and the false accusations just died. I remember Jung Daehyun and what he did to Baekhyun during that night he was all alone. I remember Lara and how she hurt him when I wasn't looking...

And I remember how Baekhyun let them all off so easily. How he accepted apologies even when they're half-assed. How he clenched his fists so tightly to keep himself from harming anyone. How he contained everything because he believes people has reasons and most of the time, all they need is a little understanding.

So, sometimes I do wonder just how much more beautiful Park Baekhyun could get in my eyes.

I gave his temple another kiss. "Stop trying to blame yourself, okay, love?" I gently said. "You're not the bad person here."

Baekhyun searches my face with those wide, wondering eyes and I am suddenly thinking if he could see the unmistakable anxiousness behind the calm mask I am wearing. I wanted to take him home and just tuck him in bed while humming a song he could sleep with. Fuck. I just want him to be okay already.

Finally, my husband nodded before burying his face then again against the crook of my neck. He breathes in deeply, arms circling my waist as I tightened my hold around his shoulders and make those gentle caresses on his back. I have no idea how long we stood there, between towering bookshelves, just holding unto each other until both our minds are clear and calm. I could feel my phone vibrating twice with a message, but I ignored it. It's probably updates from Seyri anyway, and she already knows what to do.

When Baekhyun pulled back after a moment, it was quite sudden, like something caught his attention enough to surprise him. His eyebrows are furrowed in question as he looks over my shoulder.

"Lucas?"

The who?

I maintained a secure hold around my husband's waist as I turned to look at some guy wearing fashionable and seemingly expensive clothes. He's quite tall but he's hiding his face with a mask and a lowered baseball cap. When he finally realized no one around is going to recognize him, he removed his mask and cap, revealing a young, good-looking face.

"Lucas," Baekhyun repeated and it's not a question this time. "What are you doing here?"

The Lucas character gave me a short, hesitant glance before turning his full attention to Baekhyun. He swallowed thickly. "I... I heard what happened," he started. "Sulli-noona told me when I caught with her at school today."

Baekhyun looks confused himself. "You're still attending school?" he seemed to be more curious about that topic. "I thought you stopped posing for art students ever since last year?"

So, this is what the muse Baekhyun told be about looks like in real life.

This is the guy crushing on my husband, too, teasing Baek about his paintings so he could get his attention. He looks really young and, basing from the way he talks and the clothes he wears, quite well-off also. But I wonder what this rich boyish man has up his sleeve to be suddenly appearing here after everything that is going on. And why the hell does he look so flustered and nervous.

Lucas didn't answer my husband's question. Instead, he threw me another worried look.

As if understanding the boy's fidgeting, Baekhyun placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "This is my husband, Chanyeol," he introduced, and I swear Lucas' eyes just widened into balls. "Is there something you want to tell me? Does Chanyeol has to leave?"

"N-No—" Lucas started, shaking his head but obviously still in shock. "I-I— It's—" He looks more than ready to cry and I almost felt bad for him if not for the piece of information Seyri sent me just when I arrived the café.

"Hey, it's okay," Baekhyun said in the gentlest voice as he took one step toward Lucas. "You could tell me." I didn't leave my spot, but I let my hand fall from my husband's waist, watching as a small encouraging smile went to form on his pretty face.

"It's my fault," Lucas suddenly blurted out and I literally felt my ears perked. "What's happening right now—It's my fault."

Park Baekhyun froze and I did, too. Baek tried to maintain his smile, but it soon faltered into pure confusion. "W-What... What do you mean?"

Lucas' eyes traveled between me and Baekhyun so quickly, like he's wondering who's going to strike him first. Not Baekhyun. That's for sure. "The reason why I stopped going to school since last year is because I debuted—I'm an idol now," he is talking faster now, anxious.

"But—What's that going to do with me?" my husband asked in a small voice.

"We attended a fan meeting last week," Lucas continued, gaze finally fixating on my husband. "And I don't know what happened or why I said it... But I guess I mentioned something about having a huge crush on someone from the art school I was modeling before. And everyone in that school knows how much I like you, Baekhyun-hyung. People eventually caught up with the facts—And some fans went crazy—"

My husband gasped, his hands flying to his lips. "Those high school girls..." he breathes. "They're your fans?"

Well, I wouldn't call them that. I mean, what kind of fan would do something as sick as what those kids did to my husband? It's almost unbelievable. Aren't fans supposed to be those people who support you no matter what and wish for nothing but your happiness? When did their definition turn to 'those people who attacks people you like'?

"I'm so sorry, Baekhyun-hyung," Lucas pleads, walking towards Baekhyun and taking his hand. "I will fix this, I swear. I'm planning on releasing a statement—"

Baekhyun shook his head. "Wouldn't that just anger them more?" he questions. "It'll seem like you're protecting me."

Ever since I knew that this Lucas guy is the one behind everything that is happening to Baekhyun right now, it took all the effort in me not to take him by the collar and throw one single punch to his face. It may not be entirely his fault, but words are very powerful, especially in the business he's in. You need a guarded mouth and a functioning brain.

"I don't know," Lucas ran a hand through his hair. "My manager won't help me— Said that as long as I'm not getting hate—"

Baekhyun flinched.

And no one makes my husband wince. Not on my watch.

"Come here," I hissed, walking over to the stupid idol and taking him by the arm.

He looked up at me, surprised. "What—"

I glowered. "We need to talk. Outside."

I pushed him towards the stairs and the young man easily complied. But Baekhyun was quick to catch up with me, pulling me by the sleeve of my coat before I reached the steps. He might have recognized the look on my face because he, too, is obviously worried. "Honey..." he said gently, eyes softening as he stares up at me. "I'm fine... Please don't—"

"You're not fine," I said in a low voice, and I know I'm right. "I'm just going to talk to him anyway. You don't need to worry."

Baekhyun's brows furrowed. He seemed unsure whether to believe me or not.

When it appeared like he's going to protest some more, I took him by the nape so I could plant a kiss on his forehead. I pulled back and gave him the sweetest smile I could muster. "I'll be right back, okay, love?" I murmured.

My husband bit his lip, thinking, before he finally whispered a soft, "Okay," slender hands slipping off my arm.

The night is exemplarily cold when Lucas and I stepped outside. He's been waiting by his car as I talked to Baekhyun and judging by the way he cautiously looks around, I could tell he's finally wondering whether it was a good idea to accept my invitation of speaking outside the café. My own bodyguards are standing alert around the periphery, waiting for a signal. Anything. But the truth is, I just don't want this idol anywhere near my husband right now. It's not like I'm going to really hurt him.

"Afraid you're being followed by paparazzies?" I smirked, unamused.

Lucas' eyes landed on mine and the anxious, young boy I just met earlier is suddenly gone. He already has this smug look on his face as he watched me approach him. I knew it. People who blabber nonsense on national TV aren't exactly down-to-earth. "I didn't know Baekhyun-hyung really had a fiancé," he mused. "I seriously believed he's just saying that considering the amount of people trying to get his number."

I scoffed. Is he trying to piss me off? Because I already know my husband's undeniably gorgeous and his words aren't working on me.

I am mad for an entirely different reason.

Taking my phone from the inside pocket of my suit then going through my emails, I walked towards Lucas before thrusting the screen to his face. "That interview during the fan meeting wasn't the only thing you did, huh?" I said and Lucas' eyes widened. On the screen is an Instagram post of his—a picture of him and Baekhyun just before he left the art school. It would have been harmless if not for the caption composed of nothing but heart emojis. The comment section was crazy, and Lucas did not do anything to clear the confusion.

Satisfied with his dumbfounded reaction, I moved to the next email Seyri sent. "Even during an interview for a magazine, they asked you about Baekhyun," I frowned. "And you said, 'It's complicated.'? Are you fucking kidding me now, kid?"

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I realized what is happening here. Sure, Lucas must really like my husband for him to be obsessing towards Baek like this. But he also obviously feels glorified on the idea of winning over all the other admirers Baekhyun has. He probably saw it as a competition, and it all got to his head.

Also, what seriously annoys the shit out of me is him dragging Baekhyun's name, letting him get some hate, and diving in to 'fix' things so he could play superhero.

Clenching my fist, I showed Lucas my phone one final time. Displayed on it is a picture of what happened to the Ferrari and of the words those crazy ass 'fans' painted all over it. Lucas took the time reading them one by one—Eyes softening with every syllable.

Faggot. Bitch. Whore. Shameless. Disgusting. Pervert.

Familiar words.

And I am so glad Baekhyun didn't get the chance to read them this time.

"You have absolutely no idea what my husband has to go through just to be able to smile like that again," I quietly said, lowering my hand. "You didn't see him tremble every time people are looking at him; How he clutches his chest when he can't breathe; How he barely has the voice to call out my name; How he feels helpless and scared; Or how the color drains from his face because of some kind of fear his own self can't even understand.

"You are not there, you punk," I said between gritted teeth, my voice getting firmer. "You're not the one carrying your fiancé away from the surprised crowd and murmuring assuring words to his ear just so he could breathe normally again. You're not the one watching him suffer every fucking time, hating yourself because holding him is all you could ever do."

I angrily pushed one finger to his chest. "You know nothing about Baekhyun, and you have no right to take anything away from him. Not his smile, not his happiness, and definitely not his peace of mind... Not again. Because this time, he already has me. And I will not watch from a distance while some greedy fool like you use him for attention."

Lucas looks dejected, eyes falling from my face to stare at the ground. "I... I have no idea..." he murmured. "I want to fix everything—"

But I'm not done. "That man right there... He's the love of my fucking life and I will do anything in my power to protect him. He is everything to me right now, you hear me?" I hissed. "So, whatever you want to do to fix this, just forget it. Don't drag my husband to another chaos just because of your stupid mouth and your irresponsible agency. Baekhyun's kind enough to not feel any anger towards you when it's obviously you—and your big head—who triggered the hate towards him."

"I didn't mean it!" Lucas cried out. "I just want to portray an image—I didn't know—"

"Yeah, and you're an idiot for not knowing," I growled. "You're an idiot for thinking that the industry you're in is as simple-minded as you are. Those foolish high school girls will pay for what they did. And you... From now on, keep your hands off Park Baekhyun—don't talk to him and don't even think about him—or I assure you, that recent fan meeting—That would be your last."

The young idol suddenly looks like he was slapped, eyes wide with fear and color leaving his face. But I didn't wait for his reply before I shot him another angry look and turned away.

My husband is waiting for me in the building's office when I came back up. He's seated on his desk, reading some reports as if he could take his mind off things if he does something work-related. I told him everything went well and no one's going to bother him again. Park Baekhyun looks unsure but his worries eventually resolved when I held him close and kissed his cheek.

When he wasn't looking, I took out my phone and wrote a quick message to my secretary.

'So Eun, I need you to pull out a huge investment from an entertainment company.' 

After two weeks...

"You're wearing glasses."

My husband stands at the center of the bathroom in his white bathrobe whilst drying his hair with a towel. I just came home from work, and the moment I stepped into the room and made a move to remove my tie, Park Baekhyun just froze and stood there, his jaw dropping and eyes widening. Water drips from his hair and legs and judging from the pile of colorful old clothes on the floor, I could tell he's been painting the whole day.

"I was expecting a 'Good evening, honey!' and a kiss, but I guess 'You're wearing glasses.' is fine, too," I said, slightly confused at his reaction. "Are you okay, babe?" I slipped my phone back to the pocket of my pants. That email could wait.

But Baekhyun ignored my question. "You're wearing glasses," he repeated and it's almost a whisper this time.

Frowning, I took off the bronze pair of specs I'm wearing. The frame is kind of wide and formed into a lazy octagon shape. "Oh, these?" I smiled at Baekhyun. "They're my reading glasses. I just got them yesterday."

"You aren't reading anything now," my husband mumbled, still dumbfounded.

"Oh, I was though," I patted my pants' pocket. "An email came and—Baby, are you okay?" I can't help asking again because he really seems frozen and I have absolutely no idea about what's running through his mind right now. His beautiful brown orbs stared right to my face, like he can't get enough of what he's seeing and he's not ready to let it go either.

To my surprise, my husband suddenly let go of the towel at hand to walk towards me still with that pleasantly surprised expression on his pretty face. "Why'd you remove them?" he complained, eyebrows knitting slightly. "Don't take them off."

"What—"

Baekhyun took the glasses from my hand and slowly slipped them back to my face. "There," he smiled widely. "Oh, I didn't know you'll look so handsome with glasses," he giggled, brushing my face lightly. "Why are you so handsome anyway? Hm, love?" He held unto the lapel of my coat as he gazes up at me, his eyes dancing in adoration they almost sparkle.

"You're one to talk," I chuckled, holding Baekhyun by the waist to pull him closer. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

I tell him that every single day—when he wakes up in the morning, when he finishes bathing and puts on some old clothes, when he's naked and just walking around the bedroom, when we're making love, when he attempts at cooking and ruin a dish, or even when he's just sitting on a couch reading his favorite novel—but my stunning little husband still can't get used to all the flatteries and it shows.

Park Baekhyun just rolled his eyes, barely succeeding on hiding an embarrassed blush. He then slowly proceeded to wrap both of his arms around my neck, finally deciding on giving me what I receive literally every day when I come home from the office. "Good evening, honey," Baek tiptoed to give me a kiss on the lips before tipping his head to one side then added, "Glad you came home early today."

"Were you waiting for me?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," Baekhyun nodded, suddenly smiling mischievously.

Oh. I know that look.

I very much know it.

With his one hand, Baekhyun reached down to grab my wrist and slowly guided my palm to his ass. "Babe..." I murmured because I obviously do not have much self-control when it comes to my husband. "We did it this morning. Three times."

"I know, I know," Baek whined, palms running over my chest soothingly. "But you look so hot right now I can't stop myself, Park Chan." His eyes are dark and almost begging, brown eyes hinting nothing but lust and love right now. How the hell can my husband do this? The immediate shift from an adorable ball of sunshine to this horny sexy fox is unbelievable. I felt his palms pressed against my cheek, thumbs brushing my skin ever so gently before sliding back to my chest again. "Why?" he pouts as he stared up at me through his lashes. "You don't want it? You don't want me?"

I groaned inwardly. I know I did. "Baby, baby..." I even sound helpless as I caressed his slender waist wrapped loosely by the bathrobe. "My love... That isn't fair. I just don't want to hurt you..." I took his face gently with one hand and Baekhyun turned his head to one side to kiss my palm before nuzzling comfortably. His eyes never left mine and they already sparked with triumph as he watches me lose control little by little.

"Please, honey?" he stood on his tippy toes, most of his weight on me. "Please, please, please..." Baekhyun brushed his nose against mine before whispering, "I know you won't hurt me. I want you... I really, really do—"

The abrupt kiss made Baekhyun squeal in surprise and he let out that adorable little giggle before kissing me back as enthusiastically. His arms slithered back around my neck and he pulled me even closer, angling his head a little to deepen the kiss. I didn't waste any time before I gave his waist one quick push, sitting him easily on the marble beside the sink like he's nothing but a bag of feather. He suddenly feels so small and light—my beautiful, adorable little pup.

"I love you," I murmured between kisses, gripping his waist tightly before pulling Baekhyun closer so he could wrap his legs around my torso.

My husband pulled back from sucking my lower lip, eyes searching mine as he pants. He cocked his head to one side. "Why the sudden confession?" he giggled. His thumb slowly drawing lazy circles on my nape, calming me.

"I just... do," I breathed as I met his gaze. "I love you."

Park Baekhyun's eyes softened entirely. "Aw, babe," he blushed. "I love you, too, Park Chan."

I kissed him again and Baekhyun welcomed me with an open mouth. We kissed with hunger and with passion and I don't think I could ever get tired of this. My husband is adorable, he sure is. But he's also undeniably and disarmingly sexy. Without much thinking, I loosened the bow of his robe and slipped my hand underneath the thick material. Baekhyun gasped against my cheek as he felt my hands touch his skin directly. He's still a little damp from the bath but the welcome of his smooth, flawless skin against my palms is very pleasant. I started touching, caressing, and groping him everywhere I could reach, marveling at how my husband sighs and groans with every skin contact.

My kisses traveled downwards to his neck and Baekhyun took the time to breathe, lips parted, and eyes fluttered close in bliss. He messes with my hair, moaning as he tangles his fingers around the honey-blonde strands. "Babe..." he pants. "Park Chan..." I paused from making hickeys along the crook of his neck, waiting for my husband to say anything before reaching up to remove the glasses I am wearing. The lens is starting to fog.

Suddenly, Baekhyun grabbed my wrist to stop me. "What are you doing?" he narrows his eyes. "Don't take them off."

"Oh?" I smirked a little, letting my husband fix the bronze spectacles back before giving him a playful look. "Aren't you kinky, huh, Park Baekhyun?"

Blood rushed to his cheeks in an instant. "I like it..." he mumbles shyly as he licks his lower lip that's swollen from all the kissing. "You seriously look hot, Park Chanyeol..."

And that did it.

What exactly happened after that, I do not know. All I can think of now is Baekhyun's c*ck in my mouth and his warm, erect nipples between my fingers—They're still wet and warm from when I was sucking on them a little while ago. Park Baekhyun grips the edge of the sink with one hand while the other has a firm hold on my head, urging me to continue whatever I am doing as he watches intently. I am kneeling between his legs which are wide open, exposing everything there is to see—From his pale, flawless skin to the littlest mole he has. Baekhyun's robe falls captivatingly from his shoulder and I'm granted a view of his reddening shoulders and neck. He's even more beautiful covered in those marks I made.

So, so mine.

I ran my tongue under the base of his c*ck as I pulled back, earning an appreciative moan from Baekhyun, before taking him in deep again until the tip of his throbbing c*ck hits the back of my throat. "Oh, babe..." my husband moaned, fingers tangling with my hair. "Baby, baby..." I bobbed my head slowly and teasingly, just letting him feel everything inside my mouth—the warmth, the wetness—and Baekhyun seemed to enjoy everything, muttering incomprehensible words as he shivered and watches, eyes hooded and dangerously dark.

My hands left his chest so I could replace my mouth with them, stroking his d*ck deliciously slow as I kissed the inside of his thighs, leaving more hickeys. I'm still wearing my office clothes—minus the tie and coat—and my husband seems to enjoy the thought of him being the only one naked and the view of my hard-on pushing painfully against my pants. With my thumb, I pressed firmly on the tip of his member and Baekhyun bit his lip to stifle a cry. I started to make lazy circles, precum continuously dripping from the tip and making stimulating him far easier and definitely more erotic. As I keep playing with his c*ck, I can't help but swallow in anticipation as I watched Baekhyun's thick cum travel down the shaft, the base, and to his waiting asshole. I unconsciously licked my lip, one hand traveling further down to where his hole obviously clenched in excitement.

Still stroking his d*ck with my left, I used my free hand to give his man pussy some attention. I spit on my fingers, still tasting his come in it, and proceeded to circle his hole with my thumb, first watching how my husband squirm and how his hole contracts. It still looks a little sore from our morning love session, warm and pink, and I felt a frown form on my face. I originally want to make him cum with my fingers first, but Park Baekhyun looks tired from all the work he did today, so maybe teasing him is enough. I could always do it some other time anyway. Slowly, I let go of Baekhyun's c*ck and moved to hold his plump thighs even farther to expose him more. Leaning down, I planted one soft kiss just beside my husband's puckered hole. "You sure you're fine, baby?" I breathed against the skin and Baekhyun shivered delightfully.

"Yeah..." his voice sounds hoarse. "I'm fine, honey."

I started licking around the tight c*nt, my eyes never leaving my husband's flushed face. He started breathing through his mouth and his hands went to my hair, brushing the strands affectionately. I trailed small, gentle kisses along the entrance before fully taking his ass in my mouth. Baekhyun's breath hitched, lips mouthing my name breathlessly, and it sounded so rewarding and so sexy I felt my own c*ck throb. I thrust my tongue inside his aching hole, reaching as far as I could. He clearly prepared for this. I pulled back, lapped on the precum still flowing from his d*ck and ate his ass again and again. My fingers almost dug into his skin from where I am holding his thighs wide open because Baekhyun keeps on trembling with the sensation. His asshole has always been so sensitive, and he loves it when I service it with my mouth. I watched my husband reached for his own nipples and he started playing with them, pulling on the perked-up nubs and rolling them with his fingers. I smirked, nibbling along the entrance of his ass before fucking him with my tongue again— Hungry and aroused.

After giving his hole one final kiss, I went on my feet without warning and Baekhyun sat straight in expectation, hands leaving his chest immediately. I fixed him with a dark look. "I'm going to fuck you now, hm, love?" I breathed as I reached down to the front of my trousers.

"Yes, please..." Baekhyun purred, eyes glued to my crotch as he flung his arms around my neck to pull me in. He kissed me again, tasting his own come in my mouth and obviously enjoying it. He gives out these appreciative little hums every time I suck unto his lips and tongue, deliciously marveling at how my lips seem to engulf his mouth and how the wet, moving muscle explore everything inside him.

I gave my c*ck a few quick strokes before finally positioning myself, hips thrust forward, then very slowly entered my husband. Park Baekhyun hissed and moaned against my lips. "Fuck, Park Chanyeol—" he gasped, pulling back a little so he could watch my d*ck enter him. There's something beautifully haunting in how his eyes darkened and danced as he immersed himself with the view. Baekhyun bites on his lower lip, moaning shamelessly through parted red lips whenever I pull back then push in slowly again to let him accommodate my size.

"Come on, baby," I kissed his temple, gripping his waist and pulling him closer to the edge of the marble. "Open up more for me, hm?"

Baekhyun's head fell back as he pants. "Okay..." he whimpered as I pushed in deep. "Ah—Yes... Chanyeol—"

It didn't take long before my c*ck is already every inch inside Park Baekhyun's warm and wet asshole. Fuck. Even his insides feel so familiar and deliciously perfect. I pushed in firmly this time, aiming, and Baekhyun gasped loudly, head snapping back up to lock his eyes with mine. I smirked a little. "You like that spot, huh?" I whispered huskily before leaning forward to kiss his neck. Without waiting for his answer, I started to move. And I fucked him real good and hard on that cold, marble sink without missing that small bundle of nerves only my d*ck has the authority to explore. And there it is again. The face Baekhyun makes whenever he feels his most sensitive spot gets abused with every thrust—He looks so fucking beautiful I could feel my brain melt.

My husband writhed and moaned under me and without my mouth on his lips, I am surely thankful that our bedroom is entirely soundproof. "Shit! Fuck!" Baekhyun claws on my back, angling his head so I could kiss and lick more of his neck. "Honey... Oh, babe... You're so fucking good... And you're so big—AH!" He cries out with every hard fuck, feeling how my d*ck reaches all the deepest parts of him that matter. I hooked my arms under his knees to get more leverage, reaching further into his hole, and Baekhyun rewarded me with a hungry kiss, capturing my lips again and kissing me torridly until I could feel spit dripping from our lips. Baek pulled back shortly enough to lick my chin, moaning desirously before shoving his tongue back to my mouth. He kisses so so good and I'm so so lucky.

It only took Baekhyun a few more heavy fucks before he pulled away from the kiss to meet my eyes, his brown orbs almost shining as he came with a loud, delicious scream. "Chanyeol—Babe—Fuck fuck fuck!" he gripped my hair as ribbons of come spurt from his member, hitting both our panting chests. The orgasm had hit him so good he started tearing up as I continued fucking him still, his overly sensitive asshole receiving hard d*ck-ramming and forbidding him to ride off his high. Park Baekhyun's hole feels so good around my c*ck and I can't stop myself from abusing it a little more.

"Baby, baby..." I moaned, leaning forward to kiss his tears away. "You're so beautiful... So perfect..." I drove in him hard and Baekhyun let out a sob that sounded more like a whimper.

He wrapped both trembling arms around me. "Come inside, Park Chan..." he pants. "Please fill me up with your come. Please, please— Yes! Ah—!"

I started fastening my paces. "Alright, baby," I breathed. "I'm near... Fuck, Baekhyun—"

We both watched my c*ck disappear into a blur as I fucked him harder and faster, Baekhyun's growing moans a music to my ear. Soon, I could feel him tensing up again as another wave of orgasm started to build at the pit of his groin. When we both came, I pulled my husband close to my chest, letting all my juices fill him inside until there's nowhere else to go but out his pink, puckered hole and into the tiled bathroom floor.

"Oh, baby, baby..." I moaned against his wet cheek, my hips bucking as more semen erupts from my member and to his filled-up hole. "Fuck..." I gave him a few more thrusts, riding off my orgasm, and just when I'm about to pull out, Baekhyun's head fell limply on my shoulder.

Startled, I looked down at him and can't help the amused laugh that left my lips.

"Oh, god," I breathed before I gently brushed the hair off my husband's face, giving him a chaste kiss. "For the first time in a long while, you passed out on me again." 

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hope you enjoyed this chapter. i missed u all.