"Hey, Park Chanyeol."

"Hm?" The glance he spared me was quick but isn't less attentive. Fat, heavy droplets of rain fell around us and the car, blurring the world outside of his black Porsche as I stared through the window beside me.

Shivering, I pulled the long-sleeve I am wearing closer to my body. The heat inside his car is helping but I still feel a little cold from the rain. "Where are you taking me, really?" I asked for the nth time already since I slipped into the comforts of his car. But as before, he just grinned and winked playfully at my direction. If he's less handsome today, I might have rolled my eyes. But he's not. And that resulted to a blush creeping up my cheeks.

"We're almost there." he answered just as we rounded a familiar corner. If I'm not mistaking, this is the road we take whenever we head towards their main office building. "Here." Chanyeol reached for the backrest of his seat where his black suit from a while ago already hangs. "Baek, take this. You're freezing." He handed it to me, frowning in concern as he quickly studied my present state.

"Oh, thanks." I murmured as I curled myself on the seat, hugging my knees, and draping the suit over my body. A very thin layer of fog formed on the window of the car and I reached up to wipe them with my hand. "We're heading for your office?" I asked just as Chanyeol rested a hand on my back, soothing me.

He shook his head, pursing his lips. "Not really," he answered. "You okay, baby?"

I nodded and gave a small smile. "Yeah. Just the cold." Then I turned my head to his direction instead, propping my chin on my knee as I watched his face. One of the very few things I love to do is stare at Park Chanyeol's face. I don't tell him this because it's quite embarrassing and might make him a little bit too cocky. But the perfect fix of his jaw is my favorite among all the other perfections present in him and most of the time, when he isn't looking, I just like to simply... stare.

It's a wonder, though, that Chanyeol chose me over the many other people swooning over him. There's just a whole lot of things different between me and this man and the physical aspects are just some of them. Unlike him, I'm just an average student with average grades and an average status in the society. I don't even know if I look even half of how handsome he is. And the bottom line is that, he's even the most caring and loving guy I have ever known. He has a great sense of humor and is a very deep person. He spoils me, always giving me everything I want and need before I even know the things myself. Like I said before, I'm a spoiled btch most of the time and he never gets tired of me. He loves me. He loves me deep and hard and I could feel that. I could feel that everyday, even when he's not around.

I wonder if he feels how much I love him, too. I wonder if I'm successful enough to make him realize that he is the only person I would love to spend the rest of my life with. I wonder if he could feel that even when I don't woo him a lot. I hope he does. I really do. Sighing, I gently ruffled my hair, damp after receiving a quick shower from the rain a while ago. Should have brought an umbrella this morning.

"How's the view?" Chanyeol chuckled just as he withdrew his hand from my back. We reached a stoplight, the red orb bright against the grey skies, and Chanyeol turned to look at me, settling deeper on his seat as the car slowly stopped. Few pedestrians holding their own umbrellas crossed the street in front of us.

"Not even handsome," I lied, glaring at him before looking away. "What's with your look today, anyway?" Why are you dressed so perfectly? Are you doing it on purpose to attract other girls? Why? Do you want to tease me? Do you want to die?! 

I scoffed, shaking my head. No. I don't want to be the jealous type anymore. Besides, whoever tries to steal Park Chanyeol would definitely be nothing but dead meat.

Yes. Dead fcking meat.

"An investor came in today and we had a meeting." he answered, eyes filled with amusement as he stared at my face. "The representative was a young woman so Mom asked my sister to make me look more or less attractive. And I guess Noona did a pretty good job because the representative was throwing me long glances. We're already signing the contract next week, by the way." When Chanyeol tells me stories about his work, it's in a very casual way. No teasing or anything. But still, it made me utterly annoyed I think I might break someone's jaw.

"Okay." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "Tell me if she's pretty or not so I know what to say or do next." Uncurling my legs, I sat straight on my seat and crossed my arms over my chest instead. The suit fell to my lap and I draped it over my shoulders, taking it with me whatever happens.

Chanyeol frowned, cocking his head to one side. "Um. I guess she's quite pretty---"

"Okay I'm leaving now open the fcking damned door you annoyingly handsome big-eared giant!" I even grabbed my bag from the backseat but Chanyeol just laughed, more annoying than the spotlight turning green. We sped past towering buildings, their shapes faint from the gathering fog and heavier rains. "Hey! I told you I'm leaving! Stop the car! There! Stop it there--"

"And I told you, she's only quite pretty." Chanyeol said calmly as he suddenly drove to an empty parking lot located in front of a three-story building. We're two streets away from their office and although I'm very much curious now, I still have a battle to win, so.

The car slowly went to a complete stop and I turned to Chanyeol, brows raised in disbelief. "You don't just call anyone pretty!" I complained, voice laced with incredulity. "You don't see a girl and suddenly, she's quite pretty for you! WHY, HUH? Just because they have wide eyes and red lips and pink cheeks and long hair and expensive dresses and sweet perfume?! You don't call anyone pretty, Park Chanyeol, do you hear me? You can't---" Then I stopped, wide eyes and parted lips.

Didn't I just tell myself I won't be the jealous type anymore?!

Ugh. Why can't I control my fcking mouth?

After removing his seatbelt, Chanyeol slowly reached for my waist and his eyes are hooded when he closed the distance between our faces. His first kiss landed on my cheek and I felt a delightful shiver run down my spine. The kiss wasn't a peck and his lips lingered on my skin before brushing their way towards my left ear. "Are you trying to turn me on, Byun Baekhyun?" he whispered in a voice low and sexy enough to make me gasp. And before I could answer, his lips already found mine, kissing my wits and will away. Chanyeol's other hand went to the back of my head and he pulled me closer as we kissed, his lips sucking unto mine and urging me to open them.

When I did, his tongue immediately found the inside walls of my cheek and I moaned, hands reaching his hair so I could press his lips harder and make his tongue go deeper into my mouth. I sucked unto the wet, moving muscle just as I felt Chanyeol's hand on my waist traveling up and under my shirt. His hand felt cold as he palms my skin, groping and finding my nipple. "Chanyeol..." I hissed, my eyes squeezed shut in bliss as he pinned it between his index finger and thumb, tweaking and pulling. I rewarded him with a hungrier kiss as moans continued leaving my mouth to meet low groans from him. I started to squirm as my groin started heating up. But he just continued kissing me, sucking unto my upper then lower lip like he can't get enough of them. Like he can't get enough of me.

"I'm sorry if I made you upset," Chanyeol breathed as he lowered his kisses to my jaw and neck. "I'm sorry, Baek." He gave my cheek another kiss then very slowly, he pulled back. Even his hands reluctantly let go of me and I am left aroused and with an almost visible erection. What the actual fck?! Why is he stopping now?!

My hand went to my forehead as I breathe fast and heavy. "Why is that your apology?" I groaned, closing my eyes to calm myself. "I almost asked you to fck me here and now." When I looked down and towards my groin, the erection is almost completely unnoticeable. I fumbled with the hem of my shirt and tried to pull it down.

Chanyeol chuckled as he reached for my face, brushing my cheek with his thumb. "Everyone could be as pretty as they want to be," he whispered, a small warm smile splitting his handsome face. "But you're still the most beautiful for me, Byun Baekhyun. And you, always and forever, never fail to take my breath away." When Park Chanyeol leaned to kiss my forehead, every other worries fell and seeped out of my body in an instant. I would have said something more, something to cover up the effects of the fluttering of my heart and pleasant wild butterflies in my tummy, but I failed. I was rendered speechless. He could do that. Love could basically do that.

The rain is already nothing but a drizzle when Chanyeol stepped out of the car. He round up the vehicle to open my door and made me drape his suit over my head, protecting me from the weak downpour. I looked up towards the face of the huge building in front of us, overwhelmed by the thick glass walls that make up the first and second floor. The third floor only has three wide columns of glass built in equal distances from one another. The rest of the building is made of grey cement and shiny planks of wood.

To my surprise, Kim Jongin, one of my fiance's best buddies, is standing at the entrance under the cover of a wide glass awning. He's wearing a long grey coat over a white turtle neck sweater and when he caught my eyes, he gave us a wave and urged us to move faster. We reached him in a matter of seconds and he grinned as he gave Chanyeol a friendly nod. "I'm almost leaving. Glad you came just in time." then he turned to me, wrapping arms around my waist to give me a hug. "Hello, Baekhyun! Haven't seen you in a while. You look stunning, as always."

"You've got to be kidding me." I laughed as he let me go.

"They say people get prettier whenever they're in love." Jongin grinned as he studied my face mockingly. "And in your case, I think you just became way, way prettier after the engagement." And the remark made me blush, making me look away and down to the tiled floor. I can't believe I'm still not used to Kim Jongin's frequent flatteries. It's how he wins girls' hearts anyway.

Embarrassed, I muttered a low, "Thanks, Jongin." just as Chanyeol rested his hand on the small of my back. He's again wearing his black suit and he gave Jongin a glare before reaching up to flatten and wipe his hair. It got wet from the rain.

"Hey, Kim Jongin. Let me remind you that this is my fiance you're throwing praises to." he said, annoyance evident in his voice. "Go and bother someone else. I swear, you're starting to annoy me."

Jongin pouts at Chanyeol. "Why are you so grumpy whenever I state facts about Byun Baekhyun?" he mused as he gave me a wink. Then his eyes lit up, crossing arms over his chest. "By the way, Chanyeol, everything's placed and fixed already; all according to the plan you gave us. The books will arrive tomorrow noon. And the cafe's already well-stocked."

The words didn't mean anything to me so I gave Chanyeol a confused look. Unfortunately, he's frowning at the building so he didn't catch my gaze. "Good," he said as he gave Jongin a nod. "Thank you. We'll see to it now."

With that, Kim Jongin grinned as he nods. "Sure." then he stared at the sky, sighing as he pulled his coat to his chest. "Geez. I bet it'll rain harder soon. Better get to my car already." then he glanced at us one more time before waving. "I'll take off now. See you, Chanyeol, Baek."

Chanyeol nodded and I waved back. "See you."

Soon enough, Kim Jongin already drove out of the wide parking lot in his blood red Volvo and Park Chanyeol gestured to the tall glass doors waiting in front of us. "Shall we?" he asked, a smile plastered on his handsome face.

Through the glass walls and doors of the building, I could already see the inside of a cafe. When I nodded, Chanyeol grabbed the door handle, pulling it open for me and we're immediately welcomed by a rush of warm air along with a strong smell of paint. A long counter was placed against the far wall of the room and a door, probably leading to a kitchen, is located at it's right side. Two doors to the counter's left are for the comfort rooms and another door leads to the back of the building.

There are about fifteen tables, all with matching comfortable looking leather chairs in either blue or white or combined colors. Above me, various cuts of wood hovered in different heights as white light shines behind them, producing halos that illuminate the whole room. I walked towards the counter, noticing two brand new cash registers still covered in plastic. Other materials for making coffee are already placed and stocked, just like Jongin had said.

When I looked behind me, Park Chanyeol is standing by the door, hands inside his pockets. The expression on his face is unreadable but I bet he's watching me closely and intently. His eyes are glued to my face and his gaze never wavers, never shakes. I gestured to the place with both hands, "Chanyeol," I started, looking around. "What---?"

But my voice caught in my throat as I finally took notice of the left side of the cafe. This time, the wall isn't made of glass anymore but of cement covered horizontally by long, thin planks of wood. However, it wasn't why it took all my undying attention. It wasn't why salty droplets suddenly nudge the edges of my eyes. As I walked towards it, my legs are suddenly trembling and I have to purse my lips to keep the composure from leaving my face.

The wall is decorated by different sizes and colors of frames, scattered on the wall with no definite arrangement. I touched the closest one, a plain black frame that feels smooth to the touch. It contains a picture of Chanyeol and me by the beach in Hawaii. He has one arm around my shoulder as he chuckled, giving me a playful look. I remember Chanyeol's mother taking that picture before. I traveled my gaze on the wall. A few frames contain pictures of the both of us but most are of me; from the very first one he took to the most recent. But I can't help but grin as my eyes landed on one with Chanyeol kissing my cheek during one of Jongin's birthday parties.

"You got me thinking," Chanyeol muttered behind me and I turned to see him still standing by the door. For a moment, I see nervousness in his eyes but it quickly faded as he bit his lip and looked down. "You're right, Byun Baekhyun. You also have a degree in business. Why would I let you waste your years in college, right?"

I swallowed and reached for my face. The first teardrop just fell, followed by a few more. "T-This... This is a cafe, Park Chanyeol." I breathed, shaking my head. "I-I can't-- I don't think I can--"

"This is ours and Jongin's our business partner," he murmured, eyes finding mine and widening a bit to see me crying. Chanyeol immediately closed the distance between us in four long strides and he gently wrapped both arms around my frame as he chuckled. "Hey. Why are you crying? Aren't you pleased?"

A breath escaped my lips and suddenly, I'm sobbing. "T-This is too much," I cried as I buried my face against his chest. "I-I don't even know what to say, Chanyeol. I-I... I love it. I love every bit of this place." Then I pulled back so I could see his face through the curtain of tears covering my eyes. He has a small smile on his face but he's watching me with worry.

Chanyeol wiped my face with his hand. "I am right here so you don't have to worry, okay?" he whispered, his fresh breath washing through my face. "I will guide you and teach you everything you need or want to know. We're hiring workers soon so you don't have to burden yourself much. Come here whenever you feel like it. And call me whenever you wish."

Again, I cast glances everywhere, absorbing everything I can. "Park Chanyeol, this is too much." I repeated but Chanyeol just touched my chin and tipped my head back so he could kiss me.

"Consider this as my wedding gift then," he murmured against my lips. "And don't make me take it back." Park Chanyeol smirked as he took a step away from me before cocking his head to the direction of a wide spiral staircase that leads to the second floor. "For the next part?"

My eyes widened. "What? N-Next part?"

Oh, shoot. This building's a three-story one, isn't it? What more does Park Chanyeol has hidden beneath his sleeves?

"Come here." he took my hand and I followed him as we went up the stairs. The second floor basically looks the first one but instead of wood decorating the ceiling, gigantic books made of glass serve as chandeliers, with bright beams of light appearing behind them. Dark red carpet covers the wide floor where couches and huge beanbag chairs are placed. And instead of a cafe, a bookstore is waiting for us.

The shelves are arranged neatly in a zigzag pattern and some are pushed against each glass wall. At the center of the room is a circular table where another cash register is placed. There aren't anything on display yet and the various-shaped shelves are bare and beautiful. They are made of glass, too, and the books would probably appear like they're hovering once they're on display.

"The cafe is Jongin's idea. But this one's mine." Chanyeol explained beside me. His hand tightened around mine and I did the same. "I wanted something that would perfectly suit your interest. Do you like it?"

My heart is still pounding furiously against my chest due to mixed emotions. "That's a stupid question." I answered, looking at Chanyeol incredulously. "Why? What's with all of these so suddenly, Park Chanyeol?"

But instead of answering, he just touched his chin, a frown appearing on his forehead. "I think I ought to explain everything to you." he murmured, gazing around the place like he's trying to figure out something. And then he tugged unto my hand and we crossed the room towards a red door located in one corner. "This door leads to the office upstairs."

The third floor of the building is, just as Chanyeol said, the office. There are three wide desks with gigantic swivel chairs each which probably belong to Chanyeol, Jongin and me. A small living room is placed at the center and there's even a space for a wide kitchen and bathroom.

We sat on one of the couches and Chanyeol takes my hand, cleaning my paint-splattered hand with wet wipes. "I bought this building three years ago with the money I saved." he explained. "I initially wanted to give this to you as a gift and let you do whatever you want with it. But then you and I had this talk about your business degree and stuff and I remembered Jongin urging me to start a business together. He's been pestering me with the idea ever since. So after I sent you home that day, I called him and we started this right away."

"Oh my god." I breathed, shaking my head as I stared at him. "You're one sneaky btch, aren't you?"

"Language, love," he chuckled as he threw the used wipes in a bin. "Well, I'll bet anything you won't be very much into what our company does so I came up with something that would pique your interest. Am I successful?" Then he looks up at me, the side of his lips twisting into a playful smirk.

I let out an incredulous laugh. "What the hell?" I threw my head back, still laughing. "Park Chanyeol, you're seriously asking the wrong questions."

He raised a brow as if in challenge. "So aren't you gonna ask what name we'll be giving this shop?"

Well that made my eyebrows raise in sudden curiosity. "Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "What do we call it?"

Park Chanyeol smirked, winking. "C & B."

"Really?" I beamed, cheeks turning red in happiness. "C & B, as in Chanyeol & Baekhyun?!"

But Chanyeol surprised me by laughing. "Honestly thought you'll say that." he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "But no, baby. It actually means Chapters & Beans."

I pouted. "I hate to say this but that makes better sense." I looked down, laughing, but Chanyeol just reached for my hair, fixing and flattening my messy bunch of straight brown hair.

"This is our first business as a couple and I want you to be happy, Byun Baekhyun." he said seriously though he's still smiling. "You don't have any idea how glad I am whenever you're smiling this big and laughing this hard. I want to be the perfect boyfriend, fiance, and husband no matter how hard it is. And that's because I look at you every time and I realize you deserve nothing less than that. You deserve nothing less than this."

I bit my lip, keeping myself from crying. "You're making my heart pound and it hurts." I muttered. "You're mean, Park Chanyeol."

One of his hands is resting on the couch as he leaned closer, eyes serious as he watches and gauge my reaction. My eyes are wide when he stopped, lips a few inches from mine. "I'm sorry if I left you hanging there in the car." he breathes, mouth barely opening. "But you don't know how much self-control I needed just to pull away from you, Byun Baekhyun."

I backed away and scanned the room quickly. Seriously?! Now?! But the room is so nice and everything is so new---

My breath hitched in my throat when Park Chanyeol grabbed my face and kissed me. The action was unexpected and it left me in quite a shock so I just stared, my body stiffening and eyes watching him lean closer and closer until I could count the lashes of his lids. When my body still won't respond, I suddenly felt Chanyeol's thumb on my chin, pulling unto it until I gaped my lips open with a gasp. The smirk he made was palpable and somehow, it made chills run up my spine in a delicious way. His lips immediately did their work, sucking unto mine hard and long while his tongue never really leaves the spaces of my mouth. Closing my eyes, I kissed him back hungrily, clashing teeth and lips with him. I ran the tip of my tongue against the roof of his mouth and Chanyeol groaned, both hands gripping me by the shoulders so hard I thought he's going to leave a bruise.

My, my. Park Chanyeol could be really rough when it comes to us making love, huh? And for some reason, the thought made me a little bit more possessive, holding and pulling him by the back of his neck so he couldn't get any inches away. He's mine. Fcking mine. I let him push me against the couch, one of his knees planted between my legs. I'm so glad I am wearing shorts today. I could easily remove them whenever he demands.

We continued to kiss, our lips battling for dominance, and whenever he pulls back a little, I find myself leaning unto him, my lips searching for his warmth. Wanting it. Craving it so badly. I held him tighter and Chanyeol let out a low laugh. Fck it. Is he teasing me?

"You're pissing me off," I moaned, his tongue thrusting into my mouth again as I reached for his black tie. I tugged unto it until it's completely off him but when I'm about to throw it away, Chanyeol grabbed my wrist to stop me. He pulled away from the kiss as he took the tie off my grip so I just continued kissing and licking his neck, leaving dark hickeys that totally contrast his fair skin. Damn. He smells so good, I can't get enough. With trembling hands, I reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning his long-sleeves down to his chest. I slipped my palms under his clothes in an instant, feeling the hard and toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. My fingers trailed the outlines of his abs and Chanyeol just kissed me harder until my lips felt numb. They're fcking swollen now and I don't even give a damn.

Suddenly, he stopped me midway, wide and calloused hands gripping both my wrists. My lids flew open and I looked up to see Chanyeol smirking down at me. His own lips are swollen and wet with spit as they twist into that mischievous grin. "I've always wanted to do this," he breathes, encircling the tie around my wrists. "Keep still, Byun Baekhyun."

"What the fck? This is fcking Fifty Shades." I groaned, tugging unto my wrists but they won't budge. He obviously tied my hands nice and right. "Is this one of your weird kinks, Park Chanyeol?"

Laughing, Chanyeol ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe." he smirks. "But Fifty Shades didn't really turn me on. And now I'm doing this to you and you're driving me mad with want." Then almost sluggishly, he leaned closer with his eyes open and I gasped when the tip of his tongue grazed my bottom lip smoothly. He did that thing twice and it was so slow and sexy, my member gave an impatient twitch inside my boxers. A moan escaped my lips as my eyes rolled back in pleasure and although my hands are bound together, I still managed to continue unbuttoning Chanyeol's shirt as he licks my jaw, outlining it. I felt his lips on the side of my neck soon enough and he's obviously taking his time, teeth grazing my skin first so I craned my head to one side, urging him to continue sucking unto my skin. Come on. Leave hickeys and make me all yours.

Park Chanyeol reached for the hem of my shirt and he pulled it up, exposing my upper half into the warm air. He didn't waste any time and he instantly went down to licking my left nipple, pinning it between his teeth so he could flick it with his tongue. "Fck." I moaned as he gripped my waist, pressing me deeper into the couch and unabling me to move. Chanyeol's hand groped the right side of my chest while he sucked unto my left. He pressed his thumb on my nipple and I gasped, making me bite unto my arm to stifle the sounds I am making.

"It's okay." Chanyeol cooed, breath washing through my now-wet chest. "It's okay if you're loud. No one else will hear you." And I swear he's enjoying this. When I let out a low moan, Chanyeol gave my nipple one last suck, long enough to leave it long and hard. He did that to the other one before pulling back to remove his shirt, revealing the body that could basically turn a girl into a puddle. Damn it. If only I could freely touch him. Chanyeol then proceeded on unbuttoning my shorts and I kicked my shoes off, helping him so we could go down to the good part eventually.

Chanyeol's eyes are dark and serious as he stood there, looking down at me as he strip his own self naked. He took his time, though, licking his lip and biting unto it as his member sprang free from his boxers. I stared at his waiting c*ck and I could practically feel my eyes widening from the sight. Is it just me or his c*ck looks bigger today? My mouth started to water and I continued swallowing spit. My own member is still stuck inside my boxers, creating a tent between my legs and I want Chanyeol to free it. I want it now.

His chest is rising and falling fast when he knelt beside me, eyes locked with mine as he reached for the waistband of my boxers. He's still with that sexy look on his face and his hands are undoubtedly warm and I find myself melting in them, I fought the strong urge to just close my eyes and drown in pure bliss. Teasingly, he pulled my boxers down, slowly exposing my c*ck and making me moan. I tugged unto my wrists again. "Please..." I groaned. "C-Chanyeol..."

But as an answer, one of Chanyeol's warm hands immediately closed around my c*ck and I let out a moan, the longest and loudest that day. He started to stroke me, making me harder and longer and when I looked down to watch him do his job, I found his eyes are still not leaving my face. It was unnerving but turning me on at the same time. I know my face shows nothing but pleasure and lust and want but I don't care. I didn't care. And that's until he leaned to give the tip of my member a fat lick. "Chanyeol!" I screamed, kicking the air. "What the fck-- I'm going to come fast, damn it!"

"Sure, why not?" he whispered in a low, husky voice, before he took the head in his mouth.

"Sht." I cursed again as he started to suck the tip, lips wrapping around it like a fcking lollipop. My bound hands flew to my hair, tugging and not knowing what to do. Sht. This is driving me mad. I squeezed my eyes shut though I know he's still watching me. Chanyeol gripped the base of my c*ck as he releases it just to ran his tongue along the entire length, wetting it with pre-come and saliva. He nibbled on my sensitive skin, watching me writhe and squirm with pleasure under him. Once again, he sucked my member until I am halfway in and he has to grip my waist to keep me from thrusting. Sht. I can't control myself.

The climax that's already building inside me will soon enough be released and I blame Park Fcking Chanyeol for it. When my member suddenly twitched in delight, Chanyeol chuckled, emitting vibrations that did nothing but please my manhood. And as if enjoying my torture, he started sucking harder, taking in the remaining inches of my c*ck until I reached down for his hair in fake annoyance. I tugged unto his messy hair hard and Chanyeol has to release my member from his mouth to give out a low laugh. He looks undeniably sexy right now and he's basically emitting a strong air of sex appeal. He didn't say anything though and replacing the space between his lips are his hands, giving me yet another handjob. He gripped harder this time and when his eyes met mine, they are almost burning.

I came after a few strokes and Chanyeol caught the first ribbons of semen spurting off my member in his hand. The rest he licked off before pulling back and returning to his original position between my legs. He cocked his head to one side as he watches me, eyes playful and lips twisted in a smirk. "You look hot, Baekhyun." he whispers as he used the come in his hand to lubricate his member. I watched his c*ck disappear and not in his hand and I swear he's just getting bigger each fcking moment. What the fcking hell?

Reaching down, Chanyeol grabbed one of my ankles, my socks separating my skin from his palm. I suddenly feel like a teenage school boy getting fcked by a young businessman and it almost made me dizzy with lust. He propped my leg on his shoulder and I braced myself for what's about to come, still watching him stroke his c*ck while I lick my bottom lip still swollen from the kissing. I want Park Chanyeol to kiss me again though. I want him to run his tongue against my lips again. I want him to suck unto them and leave them numb.

When Chanyeol's free hand went down to my asshole, he grinned. "Baek, you're dripping wet." he breathed as he tried two fingers, probing and teasing the pink, puckered hole. I wasn't a bit surprised when they slipped smoothly, making me groan. I'm dead horny, that's why, I want to say but I'm so fcking turned on I can't even bring myself to talk right now. I can only curse and moan and groan and scream and beg. Soon enough, Chanyeol slipped a third finger. Then a fourth. He scissored my hole open though it needs a little of that already.

I moaned, wrapping my other leg around his waist. "W-Want..." I panted. "Please, Yeol..." I don't care if I look and feel needy. I need him right now. I want him. When Chanyeol positioned himself between my legs, I intertwined my fingers together and bit unto them. Sht. My eyes are squeezed shut as I felt the head touching and teasing my entrance and I squirmed, urging him to insert it fast and hard. Chanyeol's fingers are still buried inside of me and he opened them to help my sphincter take the whole thing that's coming.

What? Wait! Is he that big?!

"No-- FCK!" I gasped when Chanyeol's c*ck entered me. He did grew. His c*ck fcking did grew hard and long and it's fcking filling me with nothing but pleasure. My mouth gaped open as I panted, gasping for air as spit dripped down the edges of my lips. Then with all the remaining energy I have, I pulled myself up and grabbed Chanyeol by the shoulder with both hands until he fell on me and his lips crashed on mine. I kissed him hard, tongue darting in and out of his mouth and Chanyeol slowly and deliciously thrusts into my asshole. He gripped my waist, nails digging into my skin as he pulled me down so he could bury himself deep and to the hilt. His c*ck stretches my hole and its walls in a way he never did before and it almost drove me to the edge.

"Fck, Baek," he groaned against my lips and I let him lick them again. "You're squeezing my c*ck."

I giggled, mind hazy with lust. "You grew..." I panted as Chanyeol sucked my bottom lip. I can't really hug him so I wrapped both legs around his waist instead. "It feels... fantastic..."

"I'm so turned on right now." he groaned, his pace getting faster. "Bear with me, baby." Still drowning in this deep, sexy kiss, Chanyeol continued thrusting into me, his c*ck a blurring image as he fcked me hard and fast. I hooked my arms around his neck, allowing my fingers to trail the softness of his hair and letting them get messier and messier as we reached our near climax.

The couch moved against the carpeted floor, probably leaving tears and rips later, as Chanyeol's hips smashed with my ass and I tried matching his paces, my own body moving with him. "Byun Baekhyun," Chanyeol panted against my lips, eyes squeezing shut. He held unto me tighter and tighter as he felt me getting near to edge. Fck. Fck. Fck. When I came, it smashed through me in such a manner that made my heart skip a beat, mouth gasping, eyes opening wide from the delightful shock. I screamed and Chanyeol let me, his teeth biting my neck as he came inside my asshole. His semen hit deep and I felt the warm, sticky liquid fill the caverns of my body. He came hard and long until my rectum can't take the amount any longer and Chanyeol has to pull out to let his juices fall to the couch. My hole drips with his come and I reached down to wipe it with my fingers.

"Sht. I'm still hard." Chanyeol muttered as he smirked down at me.

"Damn it," I groaned between a pant and a gasp, kicking him lightly. "No more from me, you hear? I'm fcking drained, Park Chanyeol."

Chuckling, Chanyeol went to his feet instead after giving me a quick kiss on the forehead and releasing my wrists from the tie. They feel numb but they're okay. "Fine," he said as he retrieved his suit from the floor and drape it over me. "I'll just jack off in the bathroom then."

"You're such a pervert." I laughed, closing my eyes and pulling the suit tighter around me like a blanket.

Park Chanyeol laughed again and it's a weird kind of lullaby I like. "Only for you, baby." he called before I felt myself fall into another dreamless sleep. 

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading. I hope I didn't bore you. :'(

BTW, you could comment requests for the next chaps! Let's see if I could do some of them. :)