"Here. I made you tea." 

I looked up just after flipping into another page of gorgeous designs Chanyeol's sister has been working on. Right now, I have a huge pile of folders in front of me on the table even Peanut can't help but push the tower of papers down and destroy each page. I tried to sop him and JD laughed as he handed me the tea before scooping Peanut in one hand, preventing him from making any more damage. 

"This one's quite energetic, don't you think?" he smirked down at me. "Is he yours?" 

"Ours, actually. Even though Chanyeol doesn't like him that much at first, he turned out to be like our baby or something," I grinned, slightly blushing in embarrassment. I sipped from the tea as JD pursed his lips, nodding slowly. 

"Bet he's spoiled." he murmured.

"I guess so." I chuckled. "My fiance treats him like a prince." And after giving him another smile, I continued flipping through the designs, marking with a pencil the pages I like. Noona has made various designs for the gowns, tux, suits, and other wedding necessities, I don't even know where to start judging. She once said she doesn't need us butting in through the wedding preparations but I bet she just can't wait to show me everything and that's the main reason why I'm here.

Instead of moving out of the way and doing what he has to, JD went to sit beside me on the couch with Peanut struggling to be free from his hold. He's wearing a nice suit which awfully reminds of me of something or someone I can't seem to remember. And as much as I want to clear my mind, I still have things to do. So I just pursed my lips and started twisting the pencil with my fingers, thinking hard and trying to ignore the fact that JD seems to sit too close for my comfort. 

Suddenly, when the interior designer  won't let go of Peanut, the cat quickly scratched his hand, angrily leaving thin trails of pinkish welts. "AH!" JD hissed, jerking away and letting Peanut leap from his hand. 

"Oh my god!" I gasped. "What happened? Are you okay?" I immediately took his hand, watching in surprise and disbelief as Peanut left with a displeased meow before running over to where Park Chanyeol is reading from a magazine. He peacefully brushed his coat against my fiance's legs whilst purring softly. "This is the first time he has hurt someone. I really apologize." I turned to JD and to his hand, inspecting it for deep wounds or bites. JD has this pained expression on his face but he immediately relaxed when I ran a finger on the scratch. 

"I'm fine," he breathes, eyes softening as he watches me. "I was just shocked, that's all." 

"You should wash it," I said. "It might get infected." 

JD blushed before looking away. "Um, can you come with me then?" he asked softly. "I don't know where the---"

"Baby," Chanyeol suddenly called and I turned to see him walking towards us with Peanut-- oh my god-- on his shoulder, playing with his hair. The cat being small enough seemed to be used to leaping up my fiance's tall frame and not caring about falling. "Can you come with me for a moment?" he asked and I stood up, eyes wide as I stared at him in awe. 

"Okay. So when did he start doing that?" I laughed, amused. "He's really learning a lot here."

"I don't know," Chanyeol laughed before taking Peanut from his shoulder and placing him gently back on the floor. "Freaked me out when he first did it."

"That was cute," I giggled and Chanyeol winked at me before taking my hand and throwing JD a long, cold stare. His jaw is fixed and although he tries to hide it, I know how the designer makes him uncomfortable. But why? Noona said they know each other. Are they not in good terms? 

I glanced at the both of them. Back and forth. Back and forth. It took me long enough to catch the heavy aura starting to envelop us. And so I turned to Park Chanyeol and wrapped his arm around my own waist. I was about to tell him Peanut scratched JD's hand but I don't want to sound like I'm caring too much. 

"So, where are we going?" I asked, beaming up at him and resting a palm on his chest. When he looks at me again, his eyes focused then softened. "Will you show me something?" 

"It's--" he rolled his eyes before leading me out of the room. "It's noona. She wants you to do something for her." Chanyeol reaches for my hair and bit his lip, thinking. The hold he has on my waist tightened  and he subtly pulls me closer until I could kiss him if I just tilt my head in the right angle. 

"What is it?" I asked quietly. "You look... troubled." 

Chanyeol shrugged but he pouts lightly anyway. We started to walk towards the gigantic stairs leading to the rooms upstairs. "You're her favorite and she won't let you get off the hook this time," he said. "I'm really pissed though. But I can't say no to her considering how much she's preparing for all of these."

"Wait," I said, stopping him just as we ascended. "W-What does she want me to do? Noona's kind of weird and now I'm worried." I surveyed the upstairs, skeptic as to what is hiding behind those elegant doors. I know Chanyeol's sister loves me and I love her too but she's very unpredictable. It's even hard reading her emotions sometimes. 

"It's going to be fine," Chanyeol chuckled finally, kissing me on the forehead. "And I'll be there so don't worry." 

"You're making it sound so scary, Park Chanyeol!" I whined as he intertwined our fingers, pulling me towards a room I only entered thrice. It's Noona's office. The very first time I went in there, the first things that caught my eyes were the numerous glass mannequins encircling the room, each and every one wearing world-class gowns and dresses. There's a huge dresser filled with make-ups and other woman stuff, room with shelves of different types of cloths, vanity mirror that almost covers an entire wall, and her wide desk with a matching Victorian chair. 

Everything is almost the same. It's just that today, some of the gowns are replaced with men outfits and the room is occupied by some other people I don't know. However, they all give the same aura as Yura-noona so I could bet anything they're designers, too. 

"He's here!" Noona suddenly exclaimed from her chair, looking up at me just as Chanyeol led me to the room. "See! I told you he's gorgeous!" 

I instinctively grabbed unto Chanyeol's arm, scooting closer to him as I felt eyes darting to look at me. Oh sht. What is happening? Why are they looking at me like this? Am I up for something... dangerous? When Yura-noona almost ran towards me, Chanyeol gave out a sigh before stopping her sister, stepping in front of me with a tight frown on his forehead. 

"Ya, Chanyeol," Noona hissed. "We already--"

"Why does it have to be him?" he asked, exasperated, like he's been asking this already for quite sometime now. "I-I could do it, you know? Baekhyun-- You could leave him out of this." 

"No!" Noona exclaimed, quickly grabbing my arm that's been clinging to Park Chanyeol. "He's perfect for this! I need  him. It has to be him, Chanyeol." Then she looked at me, eyes begging but marvelling, too. Why the fcking hell are they looking at me this way? Like I'm some wild species or something? Are they on drugs? 

I swallowed. "W-What am I gonna do?" I asked in a small voice, watching in astonishment as Noona gently pulled my arm. I hesitantly followed, looking back at my fiance who retreated to a corner, arms folded over his chest. Chanyeol met my eyes and he gave a small, encouraging smile even when my own eyes are wide with worry and confusion. He tried to look calm but the firm clenching of his jaw betrays that. It may be unnoticeable but he's Park Chanyeol and I know him. 

But he's right there, isn't he? As long as he's not leaving me alone here...

Yura-noona gently placed me to the center of the room, in front of her co-designers. "What do you guys think?" she asked, smile too wide. "Isn't he perfect?" 

There are four more people in the room aside from me, Chanyeol, and his sister. Right now, a girl with large glasses and wearing a long denim dress that goes down to her toes went over to inspect me. She very gently touched my face while her eyes traveled to my clothes. "He's really cute," she muttered in a light, sing-song voice. "But he's too... plain, don't you think?" she looks back towards the others. 

"We could do something about that?" A guy with a sly smirk winked. "Byun Baekhyun, right?" Then he lifted the camera that's been hanging around his neck and very quickly took a picture of me, catching me off guard. When he looks at the output, his grin widened. "Pretty." he muttered. 

I turned to Yura-noona. "What the hell is this?" I can't help asking. "You're freaking me out, Noona." 

"I'm really sorry, Baek." she pouts as she led me to a small door leading to a huge walk-in closet. "I have no one else to run to. My brother's not fit for this. He's just too manly?" Two other women followed us into the room, both holding large make-up cases. They don't talk loudly and discuss things only among themselves.  Noona opened the door and another dresser, smaller than the ones outside, stood against the far wall. Racks of clothes decorated the walls and I traveled my eyes among them, taking in the future dawning on me. 

"Manly?" I repeated, looking at her incredulously. "So I'm what? Womanly?" 

Yura-noona looks at me in challenge. "Do you really want me to answer that?" 

"Oh god, no." I groaned as I shook my head and touched my temples. "So, is this about the wedding? Is this even for the wedding?" 

Chanyeol's sister pursed her lips, eyes apologizing. "I'm so sorry, Byun Baekhyun!" she cried, hugging me in an instant as she faked sobs. "I really need your beauty today!"

What the fck? 

Basically, I am with Yura-noona, Hye Min, and Min Ah in this dressing area and my face and hair are being bombarded with things I don't really fancy using. When they cleaned my cheek and lips with some strong-smelling make-up remover the first time, Hye Min was surprised I'm not wearing any make up. Like I fcking need that, I thought as I gave her a shy smile.

"Wait," I started just as Min Ah started styling my hair. "What's this for again?" Noona looks at me from the side of the room, a folder at hand. She's already sorting out the clothes I am going to wear for today's photoshoot and looking at all the Dolce & Gabbana logos is already making my chest hurt.  What the hell did I do to deserve this punishment?

"I told you I'm submitting my designs to D&G and I need a fresh new model," Noona explained for the nth time. Yeah, I heard the first time. I just need to make sure my ears aren't playing tricks on me. "I initially wanted my brother to help me out but I already used his face for Gucci," she sighs. Okay. At this point, I already don't know what to make of my future sister-in-law being a famous designer. 

"I'm not a model, Noona," I pouted. 

"I know but you could be one," she said. "You're perfect."

Ugh. Flatteries don't work with me anymore. Only Park Chanyeol's words could render enough effect. And speaking of that man, why isn't he coming here? He told me he's going to watch my back. Sht. How the hell can I get of this? I need to devise a plan---

"There!" Min Ah grinned before pulling back and putting both hands on her hips. "I'm done! We're ready for the fitting." Then she started fixing her things before Hye Min gently took my arm, pulling me out of my chair. And even as I hesitated, her firm hold isn't something that says I'm going to escape that easily. I threw myself a glance on the mirror and hell  do I look different. It's basically my face but I look bolder. Or fiercer even. Which is new because I'm always bare face until now. 

"Oh great!" Noona exclaimed before I could even react or think straight. Then she took something from the rack and handed it to me. "Here. For the first look." 

The first one is quite easy to wear and carry. Just some long sleeves, a pair of pants, and leather shoes. Oh my god. How could all of these cost more than a hundred dollars? Seriously. What is so extraordinary about this sht? So, when I looked at the mirror once again, I believe I look absolutely just fine. But I don't know why that photographer named Jae Ho's gaped at me with his eyes wide the very moment I stepped out of the dressing closet. I met his eyes, surprised with his reaction, and he averted his gaze immediately, returning to checking his camera for some invisible dirt. 

I paused and studied myself. What the hell? Do expensive clothes have such effect? 

"Here," Si Ho, the girl wearing glasses, called and I noticed they turned one side of the office walls to some studio looking place with a cloudy white background. Tall studio lights stand on every corner and imagining myself at the center of all those beams and attention makes me want to puke. And no. It does not just make me want to puke because my body's starting to respond. My chest started to hurt even more and when I looked at my hands, my fingers shake and tremble lightly. 

Dolce & Gabbana. I'll be modeling for some D&G presentation. 

Fck. Fcking sht. 

No. I don't want to be here. 

Just as I am being dragged to my doom, I frantically looked around the room, looking for Park Chanyeol. I desperately scanned the area for any sign of him, the only fcking person right now who could help me with this building panic attack. Wincing, I caught myself noticing how the walls play tricks on me. Are they getting closer? Os it is just my brain trying to frighten the sht out of me? Where is he? Why the fck did he leave? 

"I'm gonna skin you alive." I muttered under my breath as I glared at the floor. Soon, I felt the cold white wallpaper behind me and I lifted my gaze to looked in fright at the people with unimaginable expectancy present in their eyes. Yura-noona gave me a friendly wink and the others stared at me, waiting for anything. Any damned thing. 

Fck. Fck. Fck. My brain is starting to melt. 

"Oh my god, Baekhyun, relax!" Noona giggled. "You look so stiff, are you alright?" 

I let out a breath through my mouth, nodding. "I-I'm fine." I even intertwined my fingers and placed them behind me before digging my nails unto my palm, trying in vain to calm my nerves. Even my vision is starting to blur and my head pounds lightly. No. It's starting again. 

"Okay," Jae Ho called before lifting his camera to his tripod. "Just relax, Byun Baekhyun. Do whatever you like with your hands or feet. Just don't look or feel awkward with yourself." He sets up his camera as he waited for me to move or breathe or just talk. But I didn't. Not because I wanted not to. But because my body is forbidding such action. It feels like ice, numbing my muscles and silencing any other action my brain tries to convey. I wanted move my legs but they won't even budge. 

No no no. I dug deeper to my palm. I pushed until it hurts. I dug until sweat starts to appear on my forehead and neck. 

"Baekhyun?" Noona called, her voice worried this time. "Are-- Are you alright?" 

Pain. I need pain. I fcking need to stop this trance. When I gritted my teeth and pressed my nails deeper unto my palm again, I felt blood. I gasped and hissed but didn't stop feeding the stimuli to my system. When the hot, red liquid started to drip down the floor behind me, that's when the door of the office opened and Park Chanyeol entered with a phone at hand. He might have gotten some important call just a while ago. I felt my lungs contracting and my fists went to my chest, pounding as I gasped for air. Fck these panic attacks. Fck it. Blood dirtied the ten thousand dollar shirt I am wearing but that isn't my worry now because as soon as Chanyeol caught the sight of me, he immediately hurried to my direction. 

"Oh my god, what is happening to him?" I heard Yura-noona shouting. "Help! Help--!"

"Don't touch him!" Park Chanyeol shouts and just before my knees hit the ground, I already felt his strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up. "Baekhyun," he breathes unto my ear. "I'm here, baby. Just breathe. I'm here." He repeated that over and over until I have enough strength to meet his eyes as I tried to calm my breathing. My trembling hands gripped his shirt, gasping, breathing, and gasping again. 

"I--" I choked, flinching. "I can't--"

Park Chanyeol cursed under his breath before carrying my whole weight on his arms in one swift motion. He pressed his lips against my hair, murmuring how everything will be fine and that he'll never leave my side again. My brain is a mess of cloud but I managed to make out what he's saying. We crossed the room and went straight out of the door as I kept pounding on my chest, the contractions weakening each passing second. He's here, I told myself. He's already here. I also heard people calling out my name but the words seem to drown against Chanyeol's. 

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. "I'm sorry," I breathed, words broken by air trying to get into my system. "I-I'm so sorry." 

"Don't talk." Chanyeol murmured as we approached his room. The familiar masculine scent dawned on me too fast it almost made my brain shut. But the calmness of the place is definitely comforting and as my fiance placed me on his bed, the soft covers brushing my skin, that's when I started to feel normal again. Chanyeol pulled the blankets and wrapped it around my body, tucking me in. 

I started to breathe through my mouth, hugging myself from the nonexistent cold. Soon, the pain on my chest is gone and the stinging feeling on my palm conquered my senses. I hissed, lifting my hand up to inspect the wound. It isn't deep but there's still some blood coming out. "Fck," I groaned and that's when I noticed Chanyeol emerging from the bathroom, a first aid kit at hand. I curled my fingers into a fist, planting it against my chest. "Chanyeol, you don't have to," I breathed, voice still weak and hoarse. "It'll heal in no time."

But he's not saying anything as he sat on the edge of the bed. Chanyeol opened up his palm to me. "Hand," he said but I cannot look at him. I cannot see the disappointment on his face right now. Not now. 

"No." I murmured, biting my lip. "It'll hurt." 

"Baekhyun, your hand." he repeated.

I shook my head. 

Park Chanyeol sighed before he dropped his hand, fingers clenching tightly against the mattress. I braced myself for the worse so I just bit my lip and curled my fist harder. Damn this weak body of mine. Damn the panic attacks. Damn it. 

But when Chanyeol spoke, he murmured a gentle "Baby," and that's when I looked at him. At first, I was expecting a disapproving look on his face. Maybe something that says I made such a mess. But it isn't. My fiance looks apologetic, regretful, and very much worried. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, Byun Baekhyun."  

No. Why is he apologizing to me? 

I stared blankly at him.

"There's no excuse for what I had put you into," Chanyeol whispered, shaking his head. "I was being irresponsible. I knew you had the tendency to break down like that but I still--" Then he buried his face in his hand, looking more frustrated than ever. 

And all of these got me so confused all of a sudden so I muttered a quiet, "Y-You're not angry at me?" I asked as I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position and scooted closer to him until I could see his face clearly and reach his cheek for a gentle brush. The wound on my other hand caught Chanyeol's attention and he gently took it, inspecting the wound.

"Why would I be angry at you?" he asked. "I-- I shouldn't have agreed to this bullsht." 

"I messed up." I murmured. "Noona must be really disappointed." 

"You were perfect." Chanyeol said, smiling a little. "And you're stunning. As always."

My hand tightened around his, ignoring the stinging feeling. "You did nothing wrong, baby," I said. "You got an important call and that isn't something I should get angry at you for. Please don't blame yourself for what happened."

Chanyeol pouted. "You had a panic attack," he murmured. "Again."

"And I'll be having it again from time to time," I touch his face again, gently brushing my fingers against the soft skin of his cheek. "Don't put the blame on you every time it happens, okay? Babe, it's not your fault." Then I smiled and opened my hand to him. 

Chanyeol looks at me, confused. 

"Here," I whispered. "You could treat my wound now." 

With that, Chanyeol smiled before chuckling. "Thank you," he whispered back before taking my hand in his, careful not to touch the wound. "This will sting but please endure for a while. I'll make it quick." 

I pursed my lips. "Okay." 

"And by the way," Chanyeol started before throwing me a glance. "You look really pretty right now."

Immediately, I felt myself blush. "Really?"

 "Yeah," he nods. "But..."

I blinked. "What?"

"But you're way prettier without any make up on, Byun Baek," he tried to hide a blush. "Really, really beautiful." Then he smiled a very shy smile and I have to laugh at the remark. Park Chanyeol could be really adorable sometimes. 

"You're cute." I giggled. 

"I know," he winked, chuckling and blushing. "I know, baby."

I woke up with Park Chanyeol's scent all around me. It feels very nice and comforting and I would have rolled over his cotton-soft bed if not for his arms wrapped around my waist. He even has his head buried against my chest and I was given the freedom to smell and ruffle his hair that's grazing the bottom of my chin. He sleeps like a child sometimes and I like these kind of moments when he seems dependent. Even when it isn't obvious. 

Gently, I leaned down to kiss his hair before slowly withdrawing from his hold. Park Chanyeol stirred from his sleep and looking at the far wall digital clock, I was surprised to see it's already half past seven in the evening. When did we sleep? I remember having lunch in bed but I don't remember falling asleep with him. I lifted my hand to my face and a bandage is wrapped around my palm already. Holy sht. When did he put this? How many hours was I asleep?

"Sorry, baby," I murmured as I untangled his arms around me, freeing myself. "I really have to go." I gave his hair another kiss but Park Chanyeol tugged unto my shirt, preventing me from going away. 

"No," he groaned. "Stay."

I sat up and knelt beside his sleeping figure, gently brushing his face with my thumb. "I'm suppose to meet Jennie and Lisa tonight," I whispered, leaning close to his face. Chanyeol still got his eyes closed but I know he's half awake already. When I looked down at myself, I noticed I'm already wearing the same clothes I used when I got here this morning. He might have discarded those D&G ones since he doesn't really like them now after what happened.

Chanyeol rolled over the bed and lied flat on his back to look at me with his eyes half-opened in sleepiness. "Tonight?" he asked absentmindedly and his voice is still hoarse and all that but I don't know why it still sounded undeniably hot. He shut his eyes again but he sluggishly reached for my arm, traveled down to intertwine his fingers with mine. 

"Yes," I grinned at his sleeping face. He really looks like a kid. "It's just in a bar here in Seoul. I'll take the train home." 

"Train?" he breathes with a frown and I have to laugh at this cuteness.

I kissed his forehead. "Just sleep," I murmured. "I'll see you on Wednesday?" 

But instead of answering, Chanyeol slowly opened his eyes before brushing sleep from them with his free hand. "Do you want me to take you there?" he asked, yawning. "Or want me to pick you up?"

I shook my head. "No need," I said. "Just rest." 

"Okay," he nods but he didn't let go of my hand. 

So I tugged unto it. "Babe, my hand." I giggled, watching him pout and close his eyes again. He must have joined me in bed only a few hours ago that's why he's still this sleepy. Park Chanyeol has been really tired these days and I never did I expect working in your own company could take so much energy and time.  

"Chanyeol--"

"Kiss me?" he breathes, lips barely opening. "Kiss me first." 

"Wha--" But I just rolled my eyes and leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. "Can you let me go now?" 

"That's it?" Chanyeol whines. "Come on. That's too stingy of you, Byun Baekhyun." 

"Stingy my ass," I giggled before kissing him again, holding his face between my palms and squishing his cheek until he looks like some fish straight out of the water. I kissed his forehead. I kissed the tip of his nose. Then I kissed his lips. It was short but Park Chanyeol responded with a quiet sigh.

"One more," he breathes and this time, a smile is already playing at the side of his lips.  He gently lifted another hand and rested it behind my neck. He brushes my hair, soothing me whilst slowly pulling me in. 

I closed my eyes with a smile and kissed him. It was soft and sweet, even Park Chanyeol let out a contended sigh. There are times when kissing him like this, as innocent as a kiss can be, makes everything else fade into the distance. I caressed his cheek and gently sucked unto his bottom lip, making Chanyeol tilt his head to one side, somehow deepening the kiss. We kissed for a few more seconds until we have to breathe and pull away. 

My lips are still brushing against his when I pulled back. "I have to go," I breathed. 

Park Chanyeol blinked innocently, peering up at me through his lashes. He bit his lip before looking down in pure sadness. "Do you want to?" he whispered.

Oh my god. "Don't ask me that," I groaned, brushing his cheek with my thumb. "You know I can't take you being like this." 

"You don't have to," Chanyeol breathes. "Just... stay." And when he said that final word, he pulled me in again for a kiss and this time, it's pressing and desperate with his breaths coming in ragged. I know I should leave. I know I must at least let the girls know I'm not coming. But Park Chanyeol's kisses can drown thoughts. And right now, his lips are all I could think about. 

As I slowly give in, I felt his hand traveling up my lower arm, up to my biceps and shoulders. His calloused fingers trailed my lower jaw for a second before going down to my waist. I let out a groan when Chanyeol hitched up my shirt with a flick of his fingers before palming my bare skin underneath. He feels warm. He feels fcking warm. I angled my head and gripped the sheets underneath his body before moving to straddle his hips with my thighs. Whenever I move back my head a little, Park Chanyeol would follow my lips, gripping my hair in a subtle show of dominance and want. I let him have his way, opening my lips to welcome his urgent, hot tongue. 

His teeth occasionally bite unto my bottom lip before sucking loudly and making me moan against his lips, grabbing his messy locks in the process. Chanyeol smirked as he continued kissing me, trailing his wet tongue on the inside of my cheek and up the roof of my mouth. It's quite a sensitive spot and I always let out a shudder, goosebumps rising to the surface of my skin. When he dipped his head further to catch my tongue and sucked on it, I almost moaned too loud. But I kept my voice contained, squeaking quietly as much as I can whenever his kisses turn a little bit too hungry or sexy for me. 

"Don't go," he breathed between kisses, his tongue playing lazy battles with mine. "Fck, Baekhyun. Stay tonight." With both hands, he suddenly gripped my waist hard enough to bruise and make me gasp. My eyes widened for a second when he suddenly pulled my hips down, suddenly pressing his hardening member against mine. 

"You're fcking hard," I gasped, lips swollen and tired when I pulled back. I ran a hand through my hair as I breathe through my mouth, moving my hips in the painfully delicious way that he wants. I could feel twitches and shudders and when I fastened my movements, Chanyeol's grip on me tightened even more. He tried to control my pace for him not to lose control so early but I resisted and that earned a pained hiss from him. 

Chanyeol groaned and his lips moved to my neck, finding my sweet spot just under my ear. I have to bite my lip when he gave it a loud suck, tongue caressing my skin smoothly before biting and sucking. "Ah!" I gasped when his hand suddenly slipped to my nipple, pinning it between his fingers. He gave my neck another kiss and I started to breathe through my mouth, gasping for air and trying really hard not to go crazy with lust. Park Chanyeol knows how to touch me. He knows sex. And it's fcking awesome. 

Breathing hard, I sat back directly on his throbbing member before taking my shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. I smirked down at him and Chanyeol watches me with hooded eyes, gaze tightly locked to mine. "Let me make you feel good then," I purred before resting my hands on his abdomen, feeling all the hard muscles underneath. I started moving my hips against his and enjoying how he closes his eyes with his head thrown back in pure bliss. Park Chanyeol's lips gaped open and I was once reminded of the many times I came in that hole. How many times he took it all. I shivered delightfully at the thought and I continued grinding our members together and massaging his abs. When I started grinding a little bit faster, Chanyeol hissed and his muscles contracted, followed my his member twitching below me. 

"Fcking sht, Baek," he hissed, one hand reaching down to desperately free his member. "Come on, babe," he breathed and I have to giggle at the sight. Park Chanyeol may look composed and cool and everything most of the time but making love with him shows me every angle. Every dirty little secret. I licked my lips as I helped him, reaching down and grabbing the waistband of his boxers before I pulled it down rather harshly. The throbbing beast hit the air in a matter of second and I still can't help but marvel at the sight of his shaft. Blessed. That's what people call this. Thick, long, pulsating c*ck that's mine. All mine. 

I slid off his lap to settle between his legs, tugging unto his shorts until they're gone and away. Grinning, I started massaging his thighs, watching and gauging his reaction. Still, he watches my every move, licking his lips once in a while as he appreciates the sight. "Don't close your eyes," I whispered and with a wink, I leaned down to kiss his leg, trailing my tongue on the skin of his thigh. The shivers come in almost immediately and I have to grip his legs to keep them from moving. His c*ck stands proud and waits for me at the end of the line but I took my time, grazing my teeth on the skin. Biting. Sucking. Licking. I started using my other hand to brush his leg with the tip of my fingers until Chanyeol's hissing and reaching for my hair. 

He let out a ragged breath through his mouth. "You're such a tease," he groaned as I continued my assault, traveling my tongue along the inside of his thigh; making him feel good but not really giving what he wants. "Stop being such a tease." Chanyeol started brushing my hair gently. He wrapped my brown locks around his fingers, letting them slip off smoothly with as much affection as I can tell. He repeated it a few times until I closed my eyes, still running my palms along his skin, moaning through my mouth. I don't know how he makes every little thing so comforting. So... assuring. 

Finally, my fingers slipped to the base of his member, balls throbbing and ready to release. Park Chanyeol gasped and I snapped my eyes open to see him biting his lower lip whilst watching me. I dipped my head and kissed the base, spit wetting the skin. With both hands, I gripped harder and started jacking him off while I suckle his balls, taking them in my mouth and sucking unto them hungrily. I palmed the tip for a second, taking precome and spreading them all over his length. Soon, he's dripping white, hot liquid unto my tongue and hands, making me grin wider. My hands brushed and pressed against his c*ck, gripping hot and slick.

"Sht, Baek," Chanyeol moaned above me. "Fcking-- Your mouth feels so fcking good." He moved to rest both of his hands on my head, gripping my hair tight but not painfully. When I released his balls, I licked the base and traveled to the tip, the slit still spilling more and more come. Slowly, I took the bell end in, rolling my tongue along the base and earning a loud moan from my fiance. I raised my eyes and met his stupefied gaze. His eyes are half-way open and short breaths come out of his mouth quickly and blissfully. Park Chanyeol is sweating, his hair clinging to his forehead in a mess. But he still looks freaking hot in every way I can think of and I can't help but suck him harder. Make him feel good. Make him feel like never before. 

When I suddenly and without warning took him all in, Park Chanyeol cried out, eyes squeezing shut in pure surprise and pleasure. I wasted no time in deep throating him, releasing my hold on his hips to let him f*ck my mouth. Fck me all you want, Park Chanyeol. Fcking do it. His hips started bucking and thrusting into my throat and I let him, humming until the vibrations inside make him feel even better. "Byun Baekhyun," he moaned my name, reaching down to carelessly fix my hair that's been clinging to my face because of sweat. He fixed the strands back to my head and even in the middle of sex, he still feels gentle and affectionate. How the fcking hell can he do this? 

I started bobbing my head up and down in a faster pace to match his movements and I watched Chanyeol lean back on the bed, groaning in appreciation at the blow job I am giving him. With my free hands, I massaged his balls, taking advantage of the spit and come wetting them. I pinched the skin between my fingers before grabbing and playing with them like stress balls. They slipped and bounced in my hand, smooth skin brushing against my come-wet palms. I gripped them hard as I hummed once in a while, my throat contracting around Chanyeol's throbbing c*ck. I swallowed and he hissed, member twitching inside my mouth and almost making me gag. 

After pulling back a little to get some air, I took him in my mouth again and Park Chanyeol's thrusts obviously doubled. He doesn't need to hold my head because I kept my ground, opening my mouth and thrusting my tongue against his member, rolling and licking the base every time he enters. He feels hot and thick and he comes a lot. Soon, sticky fluid already drips to the side of my lips and down my neck. I moved my head and helped him reach his near climax, bobbing my head even faster with my eyes watching him, meeting his piercing gaze. 

"B-Baek--" Chanyeol groaned. "I-I'm near-- Oh, fck!" 

I started contracting the muscles of my cheek and throat and Park Chanyeol's member twitched in appreciation. His hips bucked and shivered and for second, he tensed before letting out a long, delicious moan, come spurting out of his member and directly to my waiting throat. I swallowed and did my best to not let anything spill. But Park Chanyeol is still a fcking beast and he just comes a lot every love making session. When I can't take the amount already, I pulled back, gasping for air and the final strings of semen landed on my face, making me giggle as I stroked his member, letting the orgasm subside. 

Before I could suck his member again,  I suddenly felt two strong hands grabbing my arm and pulling me. Park Chanyeol pulled me to him, chest against chest, and he kissed me. The kiss is surprisingly soft and warm and one of his hands even reached out to wipe the come off my face, fingers gently brushing my cheek and down to my jaw. He held my face in both hands really softly with his thumb caressing my skin and pushing back to fix my hair. He suckled unto my lower lip but he didn't make me open my mouth. It feels too genuine, too affectionate. 

Park Chanyeol is still breathing hard when he gave my lips another kiss before murmuring, "I love you," between gentle pecks. It was quiet and his voice is still clouded with lust but the words aren't any less true.It instantly warmed my heart in a particular way I like and I opened my eyes to see him closing his. 

And suddenly, he's already asleep. 

His quiet snores filled the room and I pursed my lips and gaped them open again in disbelief. What the actual fck? "Seriously?" I groaned under my breath, gripping the collar of his shirt. "You little--!" But I stopped mid-sentence as I realized how peaceful he looks right now even with my whole weight over him. Chanyeol sleeps like no trouble ever came his way and I suddenly like how his breathing slowly changed from ragged to calm. He must be really tired because of work. Horny, maybe, but still tired. Sighing, I loosened my hold on his shirt and slowly held his face instead, my fingers brushing his cheek before I leaned down to give him a peck on the forehead. 

"You're lucky I love you, too," I murmured. "A lot." 

Careful not to wake him up, I pulled myself off him and started fixing his clothes, draping the blanket over his body and tucking him in. After sending a quick text message to my friends and washing myself in the bathroom, I went to join Park Chanyeol on the bed, burying my face against his chest and listening to his heartbeat peacefully. 

Almost instantly, I felt his arm wrap around my waist. And suddenly, I'm home again.