A Taste Of Temptation

sena-ya; strawberryspoon
Prompt #:

Her job was to make him look good, though she did more than just that. A little too oblivious to the fact that she
made him feel good, too. And he was determined to show her just what she has been doing to him all this time.

His face was one that haunted her dreams. A face that lingered like a ghost behind her eyelids. Even
when she shuts her eyes, she could recall the sharp features of his handsome face. It was plastered
on billboards that dotted the streets of Seoul, coloured on high fashion magazines that would flutter in
girls’ hands and one that laid underneath her very fingertips everyday.

Maybe it was an occupational hazard but every inch of his face was burned into her memory. His
almond eyes, smoldering with charisma and the brown eyeshadow she had dusted on his eyelids.
She remembers the shadow of his thick, long lashes falling upon his dark eye circles which made her
heart clench. His head was lolled back on the chair, his raven hair catching specks of golden light like
a halo whilst he attempted to catch up on his sleep. His cheeks were hollow, accentuated by the
bronze contour that she swept along his alabaster skin. It took all her willpower to not trace the tip of
her finger along his protruding Adam’s apple that always bobbed up and down his throat, as though
tempting her.

There was always turmoil, a storm brewing inside her whenever she was given the power to do
whatever she liked with his face; as long as it fit the concept of the shoot. He trusted her skills, trusted
her professionalism. She was his makeup artist, assigned to him ever since their recent comeback.
He had been modelling for various magazines and today was Leon Magazine to which it was
essential for her to tag along. She was the one who knew what worked best for his skin, what made
him look his best.

Yet she wanted to touch him more, not just with the makeup brush or her fingers but her lips and her
skin all over his Adonis-like body. In her most sinful dreams, she imagined her sitting on his face, her
pussy spread out by his fingers whilst his tongue played with her wet folds and tasted her essence.
She wanted him to know how wet she was, even as her shadow was hovering over his figure. Her
wide hips clad in a tight pencil skirt, desperate to be ripped off by his fingers that would dig into her
skin and take possession of her.

She took a deep breath as she smeared the lip brush with a matte lipstick before patting it onto his
lips, gently and carefully. However she became breathless when he suddenly opened his eyes, his
dark eyes peering into hers and licked his lips. As though he knew what she was thinking of. How
much she wanted to dive in and capture those lips. She wanted to know how his lips tasted, raw and
swollen underneath her ministrations.

His lips curled into a smirk and she was frozen on the spot.

“How do I look?” he asked. He did not glance at the mirror in front of him even once. He kept his eyes
on her all the time as he patiently waited for her response. She pursed her lips.

“You look good, Chanyeol oppa,” she murmured. She turned away from him, avoiding the intense eye
contact by organising the pile of makeup products on the vanity table. He chuckled, in that deep,
sandy voice of his. It felt like a breeze that crept up her spine. It had been his request for her to call
him oppa and she had a feeling he had caught the blush on her cheeks. Why couldn’t she control
how flustered she was? She wanted to sound cool like a cucumber but really, her panties were
becoming a mess because of him.

“You always make me feel good, sweetheart,” Chanyeol said lowly. He said it with meaning and
purpose to which her heart raced as she caught onto his words. She imagined him saying those
words to her in bed or maybe when her head were in between his legs, her lips wrapped around his
fat cockhead, sinking up and down his shaft as she worshipped him like he ought to be. “Now why
don’t we work on this?”

He pushed open the orange coat that rested on his broad shoulders. He was topless and she was
able to see every single muscle of his flex and ripple as he stretched and pulled the jacket off. He
handed it to her wordlessly and she was able to smell notes of his cologne linger on the fabric. She
nonchalantly laid it on a chair beside them despite the urge of bringing that jacket to her nose to
breathe him in. She did it very slowly, just so her eyes could avoid the sight of those six pack abs
which taunted her. She was sure that they would be rock-hard and smooth underneath her fingertips
but like the good girl that she should be, she took hold of the bronzer and the brush she needed to
accentuate his muscular abdomen even further.

Chanyeol spread his legs, his robust thighs clad in skinny denim jeans. She gulped although her
throat was dry. The jeans did not do very much to hide the thick outline of his cock through the fabric.
She licked her lips subconsciously and a look of desire flickered across his orbs.

“Are you going to get down on your knees, Baekhee? Or would you like me to stand?”

If she was to choose the former choice, she would be closer to what she wanted. His cock, his abs,
his muscular thighs just right before her. If he was to stand, there would be that formidable distance.

She was desperate to choose the former. She whispered very softly, “You can just stay there, oppa.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

Without a word, she merely squatted down until she was eye-level with his navel. His faint happy-trail
led to somewhere darker underneath the hem of his jeans. She wondered if this is what he wanted.
She wondered if this was the reason why he spread his legs in the first place.

She began to dust the bronzer in between the ridges of his abs. His skin was already glistening with a
light tan from a lotion that she had smeared all over his skin. He commented idly, “You look good
between my legs, Baekhee.”

“W-What?” she blushed.

Chanyeol did not touch further upon the subject which made Baekhee’s mind come up a million
things he could have said to her.

You look like you belong there.

You look like such a perfect cockslut.

Why don’t you worship me on your knees?

His silence drove her insane until he brushed a wisp of hair away from her face. Her eyes peered up
at him. He bit down on his bottom lip and cocked an eyebrow at her. She looked away and went back
to his abs, his skin, his chest. She could feel his body heat touching her skin.

“I’m sorry for what happened this morning,” Chanyeol murmured. His eyes were looking down at her,
staring at her thighs under the tight black skirt.

She shook her head immediately. “No, no, that wasn’t your fault. And you were even kind enough to
buy me a new skirt.” On the way to the shoot this morning, he had accidentally poured his ice coffee
onto her skirt and legs. It had been wet and cold to which her body still remembered the way his arms
embraced her, a tissue in his hand dabbing away at her skirt and her skin.

He had felt so warm, so protective and so concerned as he asked her, “Are you okay?”

What could ice coffee do? He was the one that’s more dangerous here.

Chanyeol snickered. “You’re such a good girl, Baekhee. Do you know that I like you very much?”

She didn’t know what to say at all. He was looking at her with the same gaze that he had when he
had brought her to Chanel that very morning and swept his eyes down her figure as she did a twirl
before the mirror in the new pencil skirt he had encouraged her to try on. It was classy just like her
usual fashion. But it was more beautiful than anything she wore and she felt more beautiful than she
had ever felt in her life with the way Chanyeol looked at her with pride and satisfaction.

He hadn’t let her know how much it cost. But she would be an idiot to work in the entertainment
industry yet not know that it would have at least cost one million won. He had been so generous, so
kind yet the dark look in his eyes told her there was something that he was hiding from her.
Something that he wanted from her and yet would not tell. Needless to say, she was completely
wrapped around his finger.

“Yes, you always treat me very well,” Baekhee responded. She hoped that he could hear the
gratefulness in her voice and the desire she had to do anything that he wished.

His large palm caressed her soft cheek. He hummed, “I could treat you even better, Baekhee. Would
you like that?”

Baekhee floundered for words. She whispered, “There’s no need.” Her hot breath hit his skin as she
exhaled. “You’re already so kind to me.” There was no need for her to whisper in the four walls of the
room, privately reserved for them whilst the crew prepared the shooting set. There was no need for
her to rub her thighs together to ease the ache within her loins which caught his attention, much to
her disdain. She was so wet, she could feel herself dripping through her panties. He always had this
effect on her which made her contemplate handing over this position to her friends many times. The
fact that she could see him and be so close to him on a regular basis was both a blessing and a curse
for her.

“How could you treat me even better?” she mused to herself. She did not expect Chanyeol to
respond. He gripped her chin and coerced her to look at him. He did not allow her to look away.

“I could show you, sweetheart,” he moved his face closer to hers, “If you let me.”

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Everything came to life under the flashing lights. The camera gravitated towards his irresistibly
attractive self, focusing on every detail that made his entire being divine. Baekhee looked on from the
periphery of the set. She was proud as she heard the murmurs of praise from others on set. How
professional Chanyeol was. How even photographs did not do justice to Chanyeol’s handsomeness.
She couldn’t agree more.

As much as her entire attention was on him, she couldn’t help but ponder over what he said before
the shoot had begun. What did he want to show her? Along with the futility of the words, If you let me.
Of course she would. More than likely, she would let him do whatever he had in mind in a heartbeat.

She was requested to touch up on his makeup several times before she was told that she can treat
herself to a break. She bowed to the crew and glanced at Chanyeol before she left. He was posing,
his eyes sultry and seductive as he looked into the camera lenses before his gaze flitted to hers.

Her high heels tapped against the linoleum as she rushed herself to the female toilets. She found
herself an empty stall and pushed down the toilet lid, seating herself upon it. She spread her legs
wide open, the pencil skirt riding up her thighs. She pushed her panties to the side before her fingers
rubbed herself at a desperate pace. She was panting, not just from her run but from the thoughts of
Chanyeol that were running through her dirty mind. The thought of him dominating her, the thought of
him fucking her as fast as her fingers rubbed her swollen clit.

She spat on her fingers and they glistened with her saliva. She brought them to her entrance, wetting
it even further to allow the slide inside to be easier. She was so tight and often, it was difficult for her
to finger herself. She wondered how Chanyeol would do it, with his fingers that were much longer and
thicker than hers. Would he be able to fit? She bit down hard upon her lip, holding back her moans as
she wondered how he would feel inside her, how he would look as he fucked her open with his big,
fat cock. He was the biggest in EXO, that much she knew and that was not hard to figure when his
crotch area was always so eye-catching in his pants. Her fingers dipped into her hole that clenched
tightly around her own digits. Squelching noises resonated throughout the cubicle as she slid her
fingers in and out at a rapid pace, her chest rising and falling as she eased the ache.

It felt so good and so dirty to touch herself like this, masturbating to the thought of someone who is
practically her boss. She wanted him to lick her wet folds like he would do so often when he licked his
lips.

She allowed Chanyeol to slip from her lips just once. She knew very well just how much she wanted
to scream his name in bed. She wanted him to take complete control of her and order her to do the
things that she wished to do for him ever since he first laid his eyes upon her. She wanted him to call
her his baby girl whilst he destroyed her. She wanted him to call her his cockslut whilst he made sure
that her body and her soul belonged to him and his only.

However, the buzzing of her phone brought her train of thought to an abrupt stop. She hissed and
pulled her fingers out with a wet pop. She sighed softly, opting to dry her fingers on some tissue
paper before she took hold of her phone.

She tapped in her password and was notified with a message from a coworker. Her name was
Miyeon, notable in her memory for being someone who often pried for information about Chanyeol’s
likes and dislikes. At first she had thought that Miyeon was another gossiper, those that spread
rumours and spilled tea for attention. However, Baekhee came to realise that Miyeon wanted
Chanyeol’s attention instead.

Miyeon: Chanyeol wants you in his private room.

Baekhee quickly typed her reply as she quickly washed herself up, hoping that she looked
presentable.

Baekhee: Why? Did something happen?

Baekhee could mentally imagine Miyeon’s shrug as she read her response.

Miyeon: The shoot ended. How am I supposed to know?

Baekhee sighed and quickly made her way back to Chanyeol. If she remembered correctly, she was
sure that this was his last schedule for the day. Why would he stay behind to wait for her unless he
had something to tell her? Was it perhaps a continuation of their conversation prior?

She contemplated as she paced back and forth in front of the door to his private room. She rubbed
her hands together nervously as she paced, thoughts running through her head as quickly as her feet
did.

She had no idea why she was as nervous as she was. Or did she?

She decided to not keep Chanyeol waiting. Time was money and his time was precious. As though
she had reached to a decision, she stopped her pacing. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves
as she stood right before the door where Chanyeol would be waiting on the other side. Unexpected
things would be waiting for her when she opened that door.

She knocked softly. Her palms were clammy with sweat and she wiped it down on her skirt, flattening
out the fabric over her hips.

“Come in,” she heard faintly through the door.

With bated breath and anticipation setting her nerves ablaze, she twisted the door knob open and
stepped over the threshold of the door. She closed the door behind her, shutting out the world
outside. She was suddenly assaulted with Chanyeol’s cologne and his presence as he was seated on
the couch. She walked further into the room with quiet, tiny steps like she was a timid mouse. His
long body was sprawled out on a couch at the far corner of the room, his head laid atop on the back
with his eyes closed much. The sight was reminiscent of before. She approached his figure slowly,
her heart thumping like a rabbit in her chest before a wolf.

She did not dare awaken him. He must be fatigued, she thought. She brought her finger close to his
lips. She wanted to trace a line from the tip of his nose, to his lips and to the curve of his Adam’s
apple meanwhile she peppered kisses along his sharp jaw. She stopped all movement when he
opened his eyes. He had felt the ghost of her desire along his lips.

She took a step away, distancing herself from him. Chanyeol was not dumb, as much as she wanted
to act innocent, like was not caught in the act of almost touching him in a way that would be
considered inappropriate. She could have defended herself, saying that she saw something on his
face like a speck of dust but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. It would have been a lie to
begin with and she could not deny that she wanted him so badly that she could feel her wetness from
before dripping down her inner thigh as she stood right in front of him.

She wanted to hide. She felt like a criminal almost.

She murmured, “Um, I was told that you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?”

He was still clad in his outfit for the photoshoot. He had yet to change and put something over his
bare chest. His muscular pecs, his sculpted abs, the dip of his collarbones - everything was a
distraction for her. Her eyes wandered everywhere around the room except for him and when her
eyes landed back onto his body, it was involuntary. As though it was a tug from her subconscious.

He chuckled darkly, “Right, take a seat.” He pat the empty seat next to him on the leather sofa.

Baekhee felt a blush move over her cheeks as she quickly shook herself from her temporary daze.
She moved closer to the couch slowly and hesitantly before sitting down primly on the couch. She felt
his gaze on her face and she turned to look at him.

Their eyes were locked. Chanyeol smiled coyly, “You know, I need your help, Baekhee.”

She nodded, clasping her hands together as she waited for him to tell her what he needed anxiously.

“It’s something I’ve needed ever since the first time we met, Baekhee.”

Baekhee blinked in confusion and her heart accelerated when his gaze darkened into something
much more intense. There was something within his eyes that she could not fathom. She swallowed
nervously, “What do you need help with?” Her question earned a smug smile from him. Or was it just
her imagination?

“With this,” he said as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, making her land right on his
lap where his erection was digging into her thigh which his hands had already taken interest of. They
ran up and down her thighs, feeling the smooth skin with his calloused palms.

Baekhee, taken aback by the sudden contact, stiffened sharply and her eyes fluttered. She felt his hot
breath against her face with what seemed like electricity crackling in between them.

Against her will, her face began to heat up in a flush when she felt his hot breath in her ear as he
whispered lustfully, “Can you feel what you’ve done to me, darling? It’s gotten too hard to bear. You
should take responsibility of what you’ve started, hm?”

His husky voice sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps all along her skin. She was ready to
melt into him right then and there like putty. But she pulled back from the cloud of lust that swallowed
up his eyes. Her heart thudded when she found his dark eyes fixed on her face so intently in a way
she had never seen before.

His eyes dropped to her mouth and lingered there like they were his target. He released her wrist
slowly, his other hand cupped the side of her face gently like she was fine china. She felt the soft pad
of his thumb gently sweeping across her bottom lip.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,
I’ve heard the way you touch yourself to the very thought of me.”

She stuttered, “H-How did you know?”

“Remember when we caught the plane to New York? It was over 14 hours and you thought I was
asleep? I saw you touching yourself while you sat next to me, sweetheart.”
She blushed deep to her roots. He bucked up into her crotch, rolling his hips against her as he
encouraged her to do the same. She moaned softly and that very sound reaching to her ears
snapped her out of reality.

She shook her head and quickly pushed herself off him. She turned away from him because she
knows she will crumble with just one look from him. “No, I can’t do this,” she muttered. “I need to
leave,” and her heels clacked as she hastily took big steps to the door.

As soon as she opened it, it was shut just as quickly by a big, muscular frame that hovered over her.
He pushed it shut, dropped his hand to the door knob to snap his wrist and lock it. He pinned her to
the wall from behind, his crotch against the curve of her ass and his lips brushing the shell of her pink
ear. His tongue licked her ear before kissing his way down her throat that she bared for him. He did
not hold back on the noises as he sucked on her skin with fervour whilst he pushed up her skirt and
fondled her asscheeks with his large palms. She whimpered under his ministrations.

He cooed, “Don’t act like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

His hand pulled away to land a sharp, quick spank to her bottom. It stung and he soothed it with the
circular motions of his palm. “What is stopping you, baby? I already know you’re not as innocent as
you look.”

His hands were so warm as they slowly slid up her white buttoned up shirt and they were so strong
when he ripped it open without mercy. He quickly pulled down the cups of her bra. Her breasts spilled
out and he took hold of them, massaging them gently while twisting her hardened nipples roughly.
Her breasts filled up his large palms and they were soft and pliant whilst her nipples were like
rosebuds, pinkening with his every touch. She could barely respond when whimpers were spilling
from her lips and he wouldn’t let her respond either with the way he grinded his hips against her ass.
She couldn’t help but jut her ass back into him more and more until he took hold of her hips and
began to grind hard against her like how she often imagined he would when she watched him perform
Artificial Lover on stage.

“I-I’ve always wanted you, C-Chanyeol. I can’t have this as a one-time thing or it will kill me.”

Chanyeol growled, “You must be crazy to not know how much I want you. This will never be a one-
time thing because I can never get enough of you, Baekhee.”

She smiled, “I’m not sure but I definitely know that I’m crazy for you.”

He chuckled breathlessly. There was the tell-tale sound of a zipper being pulled down. She couldn’t
help but turn her head back to see. However he pushed her head back to facing the door, his hand
tugging on locks of her hair. “You can feel how big I am yourself, baby.”

He unzipped her skirt as well, releasing her from its tight confines and allowed it to fall to her ankles.
She stepped out of them, kicking them to the side and forgot that they cost one million won.

His fingers grazed her womanhood. She instinctively closed her legs together and he clucked his
tongue as he kicked them wide open once more. He husked out, “You’re so warm and wet for me,
sweetheart. Did you touch yourself before you saw me?”

“Mhm,” she nodded.

“What a naughty girl you are, hm? Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“I want your cock,” she breathed.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” she pleaded.

She gasped when she felt his hard, thick rod slapping against her lace panties. It was heavy in his
palm and his pearlescent pre-cum smeared itself onto the dark fabric. She could not help the urge to
look and touch. She turned around, eyeing the length that must at least be seven inches in his palm.
He pumped it several times in his grip and she salivated at the sight of his pulsing veins and his
throbbing cockhead. It was pink like his lips.

“Get onto your knees,” he ordered gruffly.

Without a word, she instantly sank to the ground. She couldn’t care less about the ache in her legs as
she was completely enamoured by his cock. She wondered how he tasted and how he would feel on
her tongue. She was sure she would find out soon.

“Strip yourself completely,” Chanyeol said. He slapped his cock against her lips, pulling away before it
could slip inside her open and willing mouth. She whined as she quickly got herself naked, her shirt
and bra tossed to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered appreciatively and her heart skipped a beat. “Don’t forget your
panties too. I want to see your pretty pussy, baby.”

She nodded eagerly. Her fingers slipped into the hem of her panties and she stood up briefly to get
them completely off her. They too, fell onto the floor.

“Hand them to me,” Chanyeol said. It was a command and bashfully, she handed the lace panties to
him which was wet with her essence. He chuckled, “You’re literally soaked, aren’t you? One would
have thought that you hadn’t changed out of your panties from this morning when I spilled my coffee
on you - which may have been unintentional, maybe not. But I didn’t get your panties wet, did I?
Maybe I could have brought you to Victoria’s Secret and this could have happened this morning
instead.”

Baekhee’s jaw fell open in shock and before she could say a word, he quickly fed his hot cock to her
mouth. Her eyes widened as he pushed himself inside her warm cavern. He hissed, “Suck, baby.”

There was no need for him to say more as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper inside her
mouth. She had his shaft on her tongue as she bobbed up and down the length, swirling her tongue
around the tip before gargling around the base of his cock. She did not forget to use her hands as she
massaged his balls. Chanyeol groaned all the while and it made her even wetter and more fervent in
her cocksucking.

“Yes, just like that, baby. You’re such a perfect cockslut, love,” he praised as he tangled his hand
inside her locks.

Her hands landed on his ass, pulling him forward into her warm, wet luscious mouth harder and
faster. In and out she sucked his cock, picking up speed like she couldn't wait to drain him dry. He
grasped the back of her head as his hips pushed forward of their own accord, exerting a quick thrust
into her mouth. She tightened her grip on his ass and sucked harder. Fingernails suddenly piercing in
his bare ass cheeks. His body tensed, his groans grew louder as his grip on her hair tightened. He
shoved her face into his cock, forcing her to take more of him.

He hit the back of her throat, and she coughed, moving her hands to his thighs. She tried to slightly
push away, but he gripped her hair tighter. “No, you handle it,” he ordered and pulled her back to let
her gulp in a breath.

Once she had her air, he shoved back into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his cock while her
tongue lapped at his head as it passed through. She relaxed her throat as much as possible and tried
to breathe through her nose as he continued to fuck her mouth. It was a rough fucking, but she wasn't
thinking much about her discomfort. She was more concerned with making him happy, and feeling his
cum drip into her throat at the same time. She held still, letting him take control over both the intensity
and depth of his strokes.

The head of his cock hit the back of her throat hard and she gagged, but he didn't stop. He owned her
mouth at that moment. Hell, he owned every inch of her. Knowing this and feeling that possession as
deeply as she felt it right then, gave her the will to give in to him.

“Fuck.” The word came out as an angry growl but it was beyond that. Chanyeol's eyes slid open. He
gazed down at his cock disappearing between her lips over and over. The visual of Baekhee sucking
his cock as he thrusted into her mouth would definitely become a permanent memory.

He pulled her hair. “Look at me, baby.”

Her glistening eyes looked at him obediently. She pulled her mouth off his cock, leaning down to suck
on his balls. They were much too big for her mouth and she massaged them simultaneously with her
hands. Before she could devour his cock once more, he pulled her up to capture her lips in a
smothering kiss. Their lips melded with passion, her eyes fluttering shut as his tongue crept in
between the crevice of her lips.

Their tongues danced, her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to the couch with her
legs wrapped around his waist. He hovered above her, caging her with his muscular arms. He quickly
doffed his jeans and pulled off his jacket and she allowed her eyes to feast on his muscular body. She
could hardly believe that she was lying underneath him at that very moment until he swooped in to
take hold of her lips in between his teeth once more.

He positioned his cock in between her wet folds, sliding up and down but was yet to enter her. She
ran her fingers through his dark locks, rubbing herself up and down his shaft with her moving hips. He
growled, “I need you, I need you so fucking bad.”

“Take me, Chanyeol,” she pleaded. There was no need for him to hold back. “Please take me. Please
make me yours.”

“You know I’m so fucking glad the girl I fell for is not an idol,” he grunted as he attacked her neck,
splattering them with his love bites. “I could mark my girlfriend as much as I want.” Baekhee could
have come right then and there just with his words. The fact that he just called her his girlfriend was
enough to make her cry but her eyes glistened with tears instead when he moved himself in between
her legs and licked a long, wet stripe up her wet folds.

She sobbed in pleasure, unable to hold back as he lapped noisily at her pussy like he could not get
enough of her taste. “You’re so wet, baby. So much for me to taste,” he groaned before he dove back
into her pussy like he was a man starved. She clutched his hair, nails scratching his scalp as he
returned the favour with his tongue and mouth. With every time he licked her wetness clean, it only
made her wetter with his spit and the cum that oozed from her slit. Her thighs trembled in his grip and
her body shook with the intensity of pleasure that he was giving her.

“You’ve already stretched yourself nice and good for me, right? Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please, please, Chanyeol, fuck me, please,” Baekhee begged with tears on the edges of her
eyes. Chanyeol made a move to get off the couch and she whimpered, “Where are you going?”

Chanyeol turned back to look at her, “Protection, baby.”

“It’s okay, I’m on pills. I want to feel you inside me, Chanyeol,” she pleaded. She wanted him raw, she
wanted him to feel every inch of her.

His eyes were on fire as he crawled back to her on the couch. Her long hair spread out on the couch,
her cheeks pink and her eyes blown out. She looked like a sex goddess.

“Make sure you scream out my name when I’m fucking you,” Chanyeol ordered. Before she could
nod, her head fell back onto the couch when he pushed his fat cockhead inside of her. He was much
too big and she was much too tight. She forgot to breathe as she focused on the feeling of him
pushing himself into her inch-by-inch. His cock was like a hot rod inside of her, heating her up the
point she felt like was ready to burst. She moaned softly and breathlessly. His teeth were clenched as
he buried his cock inside her to the hilt.

“I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now,” she whispered into the air.

He smiled softly, “Then I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now.”

Chanyeol pulled her into embrace before he began to move inside of her. He pulled out slowly before
entering her again in one swift thrust. She moaned loudly which was like music to his ears, urging him
to do so again and again just so he could hear more of her beautiful voice. The sound of skin-against-
skin bounced off the four walls as he slammed himself inside her, hitting her right at that special spot
that had her toes curl and her oxygen knocked out of her. He buried his face in between her bouncing
breasts as he fucked her without mercy, teeth tugging at a nipple every now and then.

His brows were furrowed in concentration and he had placed one foot onto the floor as leverage to
put more force into his thrusts which caused the couch to move several inches from its original
position. Spit was dribbling down her chin and with every thrust, she became more and more hungry
for his cock.

“You feel so good, baby girl, You’re taking me in so good, I never want to pull out,” Chanyeol
showered her with praise which only made her wetter.

Every time she attempted to speak, she would stumble over her words and he would thrust even
harder so she would become more of an incoherent mess. She could feel every vein pulsing against
her tight walls.

She moaned, “I’m so close, Chanyeol, fuck.”

“Yes, baby, spill yourself all over my cock,” Chanyeol groaned breathlessly.
When Baekhee finally comes, her walls clench down upon his cock so tightly that it’s too difficult to
move and the tight compression around his length causes him to come undone inside of her too. She
screams out his name into the crook of his neck, her nails digging into the skin of his back. They
come together as he spills his hot, milky cum inside of her with a shudder and the groan of her name.
A sheen of perspiration coated both of their skins and Chanyeol collapsed on top of her, pulling her
into his embrace immediately. Baekhee could hardly breathe as Chanyeol immediately kissed her
breathless.

When he pulled away, his eyes were sparkling. “You’re glowing like an angel, sweetheart.”

“If I’m an angel then you’re the devil,” she breathes. Her eyes fluttered shut and she proceeded to
bury her nose into the crook of his neck, gently feeling his pulse with her lips and trying to calm her
own racing heart.

“We’re not done yet, baby.”

He murmured against her skin. His voice was like a reminder that had alarm bells going off in her
head. She abruptly opened her eyes and looked at him.

“What—”

Before she could say anything else, he wrapped an arm around her waist and gently lifted her up off
the couch, changing positions. He leaned his back against the sofa and coaxed her onto his lap, so
she straddled him.

Her breasts were at his face, round, full and perfect. “God, you're so beautiful, Baekhee.”

He groaned as he rubbed his face against her curves. Then he closed his eyes, turned his face and
caught her nipple in his teeth and sucked. An indescribable sensation washed over him at the feel of
her bud in his mouth, fitting perfectly and perking up like a bud blossoming under every stroke of his
tongue. Her body rippled in his hands as she moaned, “S-Chanyeol.” He grunted, flicking his tongue
over her bud whilst peering up at her, memorising the pleasure-filled expressions that flicker across
her face.

He continued to nibble and lick for long moments like he couldn’t get enough of her before switching
to her other milky breast. Her hands clutched his broad shoulders for a clutch on her sanity, her
gasps of pleasure filling his ears like a sweet melody that coerced him to give her more and more of
him. Giving her pleasure, making her feel so good; that was what it was all about. He vowed to
worship her like the goddess, watching her unravel like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon as her
moans grew louder and more shameless.

She wanted to return him the favor so badly. So she pressed her hot core against his thick shaft and
started grinding her hips back and forth on his lap, as though teasing him. Her pussy lips were
pressed against his cock, stroking every pulsing vein as the fat cockhead threatened to slip inside her
at any moment. Her hole fluttered at the very thought of it which made his cock glisten with more of
her wet juices.

Chanyeol emitted a growl before sliding his hands up her back and pulled her closer to him so they
were skin-to-skin and face-to-face.

“Ride me,” he ordered when he lifted his lips to her ear, “Ride me like you want everything I've got.”
She raised herself with her trembling thighs and clenched stomach. He positioned himself at her
entrance, his other hand playing with her wet folds in a come-hither motion and Baekhee gasped as
she felt his length slip between the moist lips of her pussy.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, lowering herself onto him, “Oh god, Chanyeol.” She let out a long moan,
loving the feel of his shaft as it slid in deeper to her inner walls that stretched out once more to
accommodate his thick girth.

He closed his eyes and released a slow, long, shuddery sigh. The warm wetness encasing his shaft
was marvellous and more than satisfying. Her hands clasped his shoulders, nails digging slightly into
his flesh and he hissed softly, nipping at her flushed ears. She lifted herself up then lowered again to
repeat the motion, causing her hair to fall over her face which Chanyeol lovingly pushed back before
roughly tugging on it so he could attack her neck in kisses and bites.

“You feel so good, baby,” he reached for her waist, “So damn good.”

“So do you,” she moaned.

There she was, all the way, sitting on his lap with him filling her. He never wanted to leave her warmth
and almost lost it when she tightened her inner muscles on him.

“Easy,” he said in a choked voice, “Don't move yet.”

Instead, she leaned forward, kissing him the same way he’d kissed her; deeply, hungrily, desperately.
Her hands rubbed over his chest, his pecs and his nipples, sending more hot spears of sensation to
his groin.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured against her lips, “So good. There’s nothing else like you, baby.”

Sliding his hands lower, he cupped her buttocks and squeezed, his blunt nails digging into the plush
flesh. She moved her hands to the back of his head, pulling him closer to her chest so his head was
buried in between the valley of her bouncing breasts as she quickened her pace.

The scent of her feminine arousal rose to his nose, heady and dizzying. He watched with fascination
as his cock appeared, then disappeared inside her over and over again.

Baekhee pressed a hand to her stomach, “S-So deep,” she whispered in between breaths, her eyes
half closed, “So deep inside me, it almost hurts.” She could feel him pressing against her utmost limit,
grazing at that particular G-spot which made her go crazy and numb for him.

“Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“No, no, it’s good. So good. I could feel every inch of you this way,” she gasped.

Like the way their thoughts connected, the moment their gazes met, something snapped between
them. Something hot and intimate.

“Yeah,” his grip on her body tightened, helping to lift her up and down. “It is. I can feel you perfectly.”

Then he couldn’t take it anymore. His head fell backwards and he gritted his teeth, lips parting in
delicious anguish as she made him insane. He needed it harder. Faster. He was going to give her
what she wanted. He gripped her hips tighter and began rhythmically thrusting himself up into her
with all his might, the couch squeaking and shaking beneath them as if it were about to burst into
pieces.

Just like the world around them, she was ready to fall apart for him. She lost all strength in her body,
barely able to hold herself upright to which he hugged her close to him with his strong arms. He would
never let her fall except for falling down deeper and faster on his cock. She was slack-jawed, his
name spilling out of her lips like a mantra. Her shaking hand crept in between her legs in an attempt
to rub furiously at her clit in circular motions as he gyrated his hips.

However, he slapped her hand away before she could do so. He ceased all movement as his arm
remained wrapped around her waist and his other hand gently cradling her head. She yelped when
he stood up and her legs automatically wrapped around his torso with his cock still buried inside her.
But they didn’t go far as he placed her down onto the carpet, her long hair sprawling out in different
directions. He lifted her leg over his shoulder before he dived back in again, pounding into her hard
and fast until she forgot her own name and could only remember the name that rolled off her tongue
in ecstasy-filled gasps.

His face moved to pepper kisses along her shin and her ankle before he placed both hands by her
head. He was hot and sweaty, putting all of his effort into his thrusts that had her chest heaving and
her nails digging at the carpet.

“Do you want to cum, Baekhee? Do you deserve to cum?”

She nodded desperately like the good girl she was for his cock.

“Yes, please,” she screamed and who was he to deny his goddess of what she desired?

He chuckled darkly, “As you wish, my love.”

His hands moved down in between them to caress her stomach. “I’m going to fill you up so good, all
you will be hungry for is more of my cum, my little cockslut.” She pathetically whimpered and then his
hand danced lower to her swollen clit. He slapped her pussy before his thumb moved to rub her clit
and with each circular movement, his cock twitched as her inner walls spasmed around him.

She screamed his name when her vision flashed white as ribbons of his cum filled her up like hot
milk, dripping down his length that did not cease to fuck Baekhee through her orgasm. She had never
felt so full with cum and so full with Chanyeol enshrouding her senses completely. She wheezed and
her heart stopped beating altogether when he reached down to press a tender kiss against her
forehead. His lips brushed against her skin as he whispered, “You are utterly perfect.”

She giggled breathlessly.

“Now,” he said with a wide grin, wiping the sweat away on his face. “Do you think you can breathe,
baby?”

She nodded. She bit down on her lip that was threatening to burst into a smile like his.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you think you can walk? Or should I carry you like my bride
wherever we go?”

She blushed. Her eyes twinkled, “Can you do that?”

He hummed, “What happened today stays between us and these four walls, do you hear me?”

Her expression darkened and she resembled a kicked puppy as she nodded, scrambling to move
away from him. She understood what he meant perfectly well—or she thought she did. She nodded
again, “Yes, Chanyeol. Thank you for—”

He gripped her chin and ruined her sentence with a kiss on her lips. His kisses will never fail to steal
her breath away and she looked at him, stunned.

“Do I need to remind you, sweetheart? You’re my girlfriend now.”

She gulped. She indeed remembered him calling her that during their love-making but she was
uncertain of whether it was a sweet nothing or it actually meant something. She didn’t dare to think of
it but if there was one thing she had learnt about Oh Chanyeol in the months that she worked for him,
it was the fact that he was always utterly serious and devout to the things that he says to her.
Whether it’s a promise that he will bring her home in his luxurious car despite his tiring schedule,
reassuring her that she did a job well done or praising her for her kindness and the way she makes
him feel at ease, he meant every single word with utmost sincerity.

He locked his pinky finger around hers in a promise, “For now, this is a secret between us and one
day,” he breathes, “I will be able to show the world that you are my bride.”

“B-But why, Chanyeol?” she stuttered. “I-I’m not good enough for you.”

“Do you remember the time I told you that you’re the perfect makeup artist for me?”

Baekhee nodded.

He smiled softly, “Well you’re the perfect girl for me too.”

And they sealed their pinky promise with a kiss.