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sehun-smut-blog · 6 years ago

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Deceitful - Chanyeol

some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best. Then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to get your fix

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This post contains intense and possibly triggering themes. Viewer discretion is advised. Rated [M] for mature.

Seven

“Yeah, I’ll be ready.” You huffed to Baekhyun, before hanging up and tossing your phone on the opposite side of the ed. Because if it was in your hand, you knew you would try to call him again.

They must have scared Chanyeol really bad. That, or the whole scenario - that he may have felt the same about you that you did towards him - was completely a fantasy. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised at this point.

You seemed desperate, but honestly? You were. Every time you came home to an empty apartment without Yeol’s presence making your heart race was like a bullet in your chest, tearing you up from the inside out. It was achingly painful each time your call got sent straight to voicemail, how you couldn’t even ask anyone at the company about him without the fear of being fired dripping down your neck like ice water. It was drowning you, deflating your lungs how each second without him seemed to be more painful than the last.

But tonight, Tayeong had called you. Your own phone, making your chest clench when you kicked up the call, having his voice slip trough the receiver.

“I want you to come to headquarters tonight, come see me. You’ll do that, won’t you baby?”

The words had made your head rush, fingers tremble, even though your voice sounded confident. But now that you had confirmed pickup with Baekhyun and were left to get ready, you were gut splittingly nervous. Usually, Chanyeol would be able to talk you down.

But now, you were alone. Too proud to call Kyungsoo, instead you just sat on your couch, waiting for the silence to console your quaking limbs.

When that did nothing, you showered. The warm water was supposed to help your freezing anxiety, warm you up from the outside in. You knew exactly what tonight would entail, shaving your legs and armpits to prepare. Then you moisturized, but the massaging did nothing for your trembling.

The next resort was dong your hair and makeup. Tonight, you decided o be more daring, highlighting your shoulders and chest until you shone under the lights, smoked out your eyes until they popped through the smoky black shadow. A nude gloss made your lips look delectable, mint gum freshening your breath as you curled your hair loosely across your shoulders. Even then, you kept fighting to keep your breathing steady.

You didn’t want to sleep with Tayeong. You didn’t want to see any more of him than you already had, see the dark underbelly of his naked form. You had already seen enough glimpses into his head, you didn’t need to see him fully undressed before you - literally. It was terrifying enough knowing he lacked a conscience, you didn't want to know if he lacked anything else beyond that. Somehow, stepping over the sexual threshold felt like you would suddenly see him - all of him, with his second face he usually wore stripped away too.

Finally, you slipped into fishnets and combat boots, a black turtleneck tucked into your plaid skirt. It was sexy enough when you slipped a chain onto the skirt’s belt loops, but hopefully not enough to have him desperate for you. You needed at least a second when you saw him, just a moment to collect yourself before he tried to push it further.

Because you didn’t want Tayeong. You wanted Exodus to succeed. You wanted to survive the raid with your newfound family intact. You wanted to see a tomorrow where you could operate and make money with your friends, enjoy your success without the constant fear of death breathing down your neck.

That was a reality you weren’t sure was too ludicrous, considering the situation.

Eventually, you got a text from Baekhyun, saying he was around the block. At this stage in the game, it was too risky for you to be picked up at your front door, juts in case they happened to be tracking Baekhyun’s car. That was the sole reason you were hustling into the freezing air, breath reduced to nothing but puffs of steam as you skittered towards the familiar car around the corner.

“Ah, turn up the heat!” You whined once you got inside, immediately trying to fiddle with the knobs and get the vents blasting heat.

“Hello to you too.” Baekhyun hummed, rolling his eyes at you playfully, but when you caught his glance, your own eyes immediately went wide.

His jaw was swollen and bruised, swaths of purple and red tracing the contours of his skin like paint. His lip was still slightly puffy, just enough to make you notice, but it was the shocking colour that really packed it’s punch.

“Oh God, Baek, are you okay?” You asked, shifting to get a better look at his injured skin with wide eyes.

He batted you off with an eye roll and a wry grin. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Your boyfriend packs a good punch though.” He grumbled, shifting the car into drive and peeling away from the curb.

“Chanyeol is definitely not my boyfriend.” You sighed, turning to click your seatbelt into place quickly. “That’s against company policy, or do you not remember him yelling that at us?”

Baekhyun clicked his tongue slightly with a shake of his head. “Yeah, I got the message loud and clear.”

You scoffed at his attitude, giving his arm a light shove. “It’s not like we were breaking the policy anyway, Chanyeol’s just an idiot.”

“Not that I hadn’t thought about it, breaking policy.” Baekhyun hummed, his words making you freeze up slightly.

“What?”

“I thought about asking you out. You’re hot, and nice. Seemed like we could have been a good couple.” He responded, giving you a half-grin. You weren’t sure wether to believe him or not, wether he was pulling your leg or actually being serious. It was impossible to tell with Baekhyun.

He spoke up again before you even had the chance. “At least I didn’t try it, Chanyeol probably would have snapped my neck and spat on my grave.”

“Oh, you’re ridiculous.” You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly at his words. He seemed to think he had it all figured out, as though that altercation between him and Yeol the day before actually revealed anything deeper. It didn’t. Chanyeol was just being headstrong, as always.

“I’m being ridiculous?! As soon as he saw I was within ten feet of you, he damn near blew an aneurism.” Baekhyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Plus, he wasn’t exactly sneaky when he pulled you out of my interrogation early.”

You furrowed your brow, stammering. “W-what are you on about now?”

“Oh, come on! Wasn’t it him that pulled you out of the room, I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Why do you think he would have gotten you out right as we were getting started?” Baekhyun questioned, giving you a glance out of the corner of his eye.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the memory so vivid in your mind you could almost feel it. Sitting on Baekhyun’s lap, teasing smirks and tight grip on his wrists. Inching closer and closer until enough was enough, Chanyeol demanding the interrogation was over. Returning to the surveillance room to tense Kyungsoo and Yeol alike, staring each other down like they had been arguing just a second before.

Baekhyun couldn’t be right... could he?

“So I’m right then. Honestly, I don’t know how you wouldn’t have noticed him pining after you earlier.” Baekhyun hummed, injured jaw twisting into a grin that looked painful. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Ignoring the twisting of your gut, you just socked his arm harshly. “Oh, shut up.”

Baekhyun was just trying to rile you up. Surely, he could see in the flush of your cheeks the way you felt about Chanyeol, and was using it to egg you on. It was childish, really, but of course, it had your mind racing.

Racing almost faster then the car, until suddenly, the looming building on the dirty street made your head stop dead still in it’s tracks.

“Here we are.” Baekhyun hummed, throwing the car into park next to the sidewalk. “I’ll probably head in too and do some training, keep making appearances, you know?”

You nodded with a slight hum. “Yeah, for sure. That’s smart.”

Baekhyun smirked slightly. “Do you have the earpiece in?”

Your hand fluttered to your ear quickly, the one usually occupied by the small bluetooth. “No.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want Chan - I mean, Kyungsoo, listening in.”

You just humphed, waiting for your legs to take you outside. Somehow though, they just... didn’t. They refused to move, your hands clamped together firmly your lap, lip being nibbled harshly between your teeth. You were frozen in the car, and from more than the cold.

God, you didn’t want to do this.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a few times and then you’re all done!” Baekhyun hummed, giving your knee a slight pat with an open palm. “Only a couple lays, then home free. This is the worst part - it’s like ripping off a band-aid!” “And what about after this, Baek?” You said softly, eyes still busy tracing the exterior of the building carefully. “What about the next gang? Or the one after that? This is my job now, and I love it, but this? Sleeping around? I just...” You sighed, turning to shoot him a glance. “I wish I could just be an assassin or something, you know? Something easy.”

Baekhyun hummed, his mouth twisting into a painful looking, sad smirk. “Nothing about this job is easy.” He scoffed, shaking his head slightly. “I can promise you that.”

You sighed, your gaze falling back down onto your lap. He was right, after all. The killing, the violence, head and heart at a constant battle between what felt so right, but you were told was so wrong. Black and white. Fire and ice. Why couldn’t anything you did ever e straightforward, simple? That would be a relaxing vacation right about now.

But you never wanted easy, did you?

You didn’t. So, to his surprise and your own, you popped open the door before you could second guess yourself, hopping out and turning to give him one last, forlorn smirk. “Well, good thing I never wanted easy then. I’ll text you whenever I’m done, if you can give me a lift home?” You asked, cocking your had at him quickly.

“Y-Yeah, sure, just let me know.” Baekhyun stammered, watching you closely even after you had shut the door.

The heel of your boots clacked harshly against the concrete as you scampered up the sidewalk towards the front door, trying to slow your breathing with each step. Left foot, in. Right foot, out. In, out, in time with your feet. It was all you could focus on, all you would let yourself focus on until you tugged open the heavy door with a slight grunt.

And as soon as you saw him leaning on the empty reception desk, your lungs froze. At this point, you were sure the desk was there strictly for show. He was typing away furiously on his phone, notched brows knitted in concentration.

If Tayeong was an element, he would certainly be ice. Cold, cunning, like water he had the ability to give life, yet also take it away. It was scary how even standing there, his frosty aura was enough to send a chill down your spine.

You had to fight to not dart in the opposite direction, towards warmth and light, wherever that may be.

But you didn’t even get the chance.

“Ah, there you are, darling.” Tayeong purred, giving you a serpent-like smile once he looked up from his phone. “Looking ravishing, as always.”

Painting on a faux smile, you stepped closer towards him, and into his open arms for a hug in greeting. “Thank you, Tayeong.” You hummed right back, your lips brushing his ear softly. He smelled like nickel, and sage - if you had to name it, like a cold knife. Fitting.

“I’m happy you were able to make it, my love. Although, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He hummed into your ear. Ah, there it was. The thinly-veiled threat, as though if you had been late, he would have no choice but to punish you accordingly. At least, that’s what you took from it.

“I’d never be late for you, sir.” You giggled back, letting the rush of adrenaline in your system scatter your cheeks in a flush. His eyes drank it in like a fine wine, memorizing the image of you blushing in his head, every move of his gaze calculated by you. God, it made you want to retch.

“I like your promise, but alas, never say never, pet. Now come, I have something for you.” Tayeong smirked, winding an arm around your hip and waltzing you further into the building.

The echoing of your footsteps served only as a reminder of just how empty this building was. Each balcony was still blissfully empty, apart from the potted plants, but still - you felt like this lace was just begging for someone like you, an enemy to breach it’s doors. Then they could simply pick each and every one of you off from above - like shooting fish in a barrel.

continuing to the elevator, Tayeong was quick to press the call button and send it grinding down to the first floor. “So, you and Baekhyun drove together again, hm?’ he asked nonchalantly.

Glancing up at him however, you watched as his narrowed gaze followed to where you could just barley see Baekhyun himself, entering the front door. His look was not friendly, nor even civil. Instead, it was filled with... disdain, almost. Like Baekhyun was so far below Tayeong that he shouldn’t even be worthy of a glance.

“Y-Yes, I don’t have my own car so I texted to see if he as planning on coming here today. Luckily, he was.” You laughed slightly, laying your hand on his chest softly, praying to God it would make his muderous glare fall off Baek.

Thankfully, your tactic worked, when his gaze fell back down to you, twinkling mischievously. He gave you a slight laugh, but his words when he stepped ahead of you made you roll your eyes behind his back.

“I’ll give you money for a cab from now on, don’t bother with that idiot.”

But still, once he turned you returned to your swooning smile, as though you were trying to conceal it. “Ah, thank you, that’s definitely be a weight off my shoulders.” You hummed playfully, even though poking fun at Baekhyun like that made your stomach twist in guilt.

“I can only imagine.” Tayeong hummed, pressing the button to the fifth floor and sending the elevator upwards. It was a perfect time for you t fall into silence, instead glancing casually out the glass walls of the elevator was you climbed stories.

One. The first floor was familiar, the worn couches and short tables trying to fill the emptiness failing miserably. behind those couches, a tiny person under the coffee table. Hardly a spot to breathe without being seen, let alone hide.

Two. The second floor was essentially just balconies overlooking the main floor, glass banisters offering o shield of protection. At least the doorways jutted into the walls, offering a foot - actually, about a foot and a half - where someone could duck for cover.

Three. Your glances were bordering on obvious now, so you only allowed yourself a quick peek. The doorways weren’t jutting inside the wall, so that motion was out. Instead, each corner had a large, obnoxious fern, as far as you could see.

The fourth floor came and passed without a glance, because suddenly you were preoccupied by a tug at your belt.

“Is this a chain?” Tayeong scoffed slightly, giving it just enough of a tug to make you tumble into his side slightly.

“I-Uh, yes. I thought it looked... cool.” You said, blushing harshly. Against your better judgment, you snatched it out of his grasp, placing and smoothing it back against your hip softly.

“Cool?” Tayeong hummed, stepping forward when the elevator halted and doors slid open. “You know, chains have better uses than some stupid accessory.”

Your throat burned at his flippant reply, the metal now burning into your hip. No fun accessories. Noted.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You hummed sweetly, following his footsteps and imagining kicking out his knees every step of the way.

Finally (or, judging by the sick swimming of your gut, regretfully), he reached the door to his office, tugging the ring of keys out of his pocket quickly. Flicking aside the first four, he settled on the fifth et again, only confirming your key theory. Hell, at least the pride of being right about that could somewhat mask what you were about to do.

“After you, pet.” Tayeong said with a cheshire grin, gesturing for you to lead the way into his dark lair. It was like a den - a cold, damp, slimy den you would only crawl into to die.

But still, you nodded with a slight smile, following his extended hand and heading into the darkness. He was quick to flip the switch, shrouding the room in dim, yellow light. The smell of must and mildew still clung to the place like a vice, but at least this time it was less dusty.

You noticed how his desk had been cleared of paper, making your stomach drop like a rock. He had prepared for something - or someone - to be put on top of that desk.

“I have a gift for you, darling. I never back down on my promises.” Tayeong hummed, giving you a meek smile as he waltzed around you, his thick silver watch shining under the dim light.

“A gift? God, I couldn’t possibly...” You started, but your throat stopped working when you saw what he pulled out of his top desk drawer. It sealed off completely, if you were honest.

The velvet box oozed expensive, emblazoned with a golden label of some jewelry manufacturer you couldn’t even place. The language was unfamiliar to you, cursive swirls and enticing calligraphy, making you step closer out of curiosity. It was like the box was the only intriguing object in the room.

“It’s a Juste Un Clou.” Tayeong hummed, grin growing when he saw your intrigued gaze. “Something as beautiful as you deserves necklaces equally as exquisite, don’t you think?”

Slowly, his nimble fingers pried the lid of the velvet box open, revealing a simple, but ludicrously ornate necklace. The silver chain dipped down to support a simple nail, curved into a semi-circle, encrusted with diamonds. They flashed and shone in the light, projecting rainbows over the box. this necklace as made for royalty, for the pompadour and elegant. Not for you, who's hands were trained to be stained with blood, and could barely remember to shower every other day.

“God, Tayeong...” You said, your voice a hushed whisper. Slowly, your fingers traced along the box. It should have been nice. Score, you just finessed a luxury necklace! Somehow, though, it just made you want to quiver, run away and hide. Now, this was all so real, you being branded with something he bought for you like you were his property.

“Get up and come around here, I want to see it on.” Tayeong said quickly, cocking his head as a gesture for you to head around the desk quickly.

Your legs were weak. Weak and unfeeling, but numbly you followed his direction until his hand forced you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his.

“Here you are, precious.” He hummed, clasping it around your neck slowly, your eyes trained on his face. There was no softness there, no warmth. He was carved from stone, you were slowly realizing, and like he was Medusa, you were turning to stone under him, too.

Fear and guilt plagued your insides, rendering you a shell as he finished attaching the necklace to your throat. Your hands rested on his chest carefully, lightly, like you were scared touching him would cause his shards to pierce your palms. Maybe you were convinced they would.

“Do you like it?” Tayeong asked, leaning back to give you a sinister smirk, like he was just begging you to say no, reap the consequences. You couldn't have done that even if it wasn't your job to please him. Something about his gaze made you want to crack underneath him instead.

“O-Of course, I love it, Tayeong.” You said, a weak smile taking over your lips as they fight to not spew a choked gasp. Instead, your hands touched the diamond accessory carefully, like if you brushed it too harshly it would shatter.

“Good. You know what this present means now, right?” He hummed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face slowly, carefully, like you were an aged painting. The way he handled you suggested you were some historical piece, something to be appreciated, but ultimately left to rot. An object for his pleasure.

“No.” You hummed carefully, hand falling slack back onto his chest. You didn’t want to know the answer.

But you didn’t have a choice but to hear it.

It’s like you were watching a movie, and suddenly, the sound shut off. Suddenly, Tayeong’s hand was around a throat that was not yours, even though you could feel his digits winding into the column of your neck. His breath was cold as it scraped your skin, but you couldn’t really feel it. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“You’re mine. Only mine, got it?” Tayeong hissed in your ear. Maybe in his twisted head, he thought it was attractive, to stake claim over you like that. “You belong to me.”

Words failed you as his hand tightened it’s hold on your neck, making you see stars. Where were you looking? Your vision was unfocused, blurry until you blinked a few times, and... God, when did Tayeong grasp hold of your jaw?

He was saying something, you could tell that much from the movement of his lips. It took a second though, for his words to register in your head.

“Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Tayeong.” You finally managed to force out, and luckily, it sounded convincing, even to you.

Grinning maniacally, he gave your jaw a firm shake, his eyes lit up in fierce pride. “Good girl. Now lean over my lap, quickly.”

Fuck. Fuck, you didn’t want to lean over his lap like some common whore! You didn’t want this at all, any of this. You wanted to go home, curl up under your covers. You wanted someone to hold you and comfort you because lately, you had been more alone than you had felt since you had since you’d slipped into the night, and away form everything you knew all those years ago.

But you followed his direction, standing and shuffling until you could drape yourself over his smooth knees, their slim bones pushing harshly into your stomach. This certainly didn’t help the vomity-feeling in the back of your throat.

From here with your gaze only on the floor, you allowed your eyes to slip closed. For a second, just a second, you let yourself slip out of this situation. It was the only way you could keep yourself from passing out. Instead, you pretended you were on a beach, all white sand and blue-ass water. God, how is the water so blue?

Until Tayeong began fiddling with your hip, the clanking of metal making your eyes flash open.

“Chains have better uses than accessories, doll. Such as sex toys, for instance.” Tayeong said carefully, and sure enough, alongside the feeling of his hand slowly ghosting over your ass underneath this skirt, you could feel the cool metal chain links also brushing along your curves.

He wouldn’t spank you with a chain. He isn’t that sadistic - is he?

“Hmm, such a delectable ass like this should be painted pink, don’t you think?” Tayeong hummed, his voice making your fantasy of white beaches slip away entirely. “This chain would do a fantastic job at that, wouldn’t it?”

A whimper escaped your throat, fingers tracing the wooden floor beginning to quake. “P-Please don’t.”

“Oh, I love your voice when you whimper like that, darling.”

The drag of the chain links on your ass rose higher and higher alongside is hand, until you could feel your skirt being pulled over the bare of your ass. Thankfully, your fishnets were still on. It made you feel just slightly less naked against him.

“Such stockings are only worn by prostitutes, doll. Would you like me to take them off for you?”

God, you could hear the growl in his tone, the sick tones mixing with the sound of the chain which he was twisting in his hand, you could only assume. No, don’t take them off. Leave them on, get your hands off of me, and go fuck yourself.

“P-Please.”

Gritting your teeth, you fight to not scramble away when you felt his hands linking through the linked holes of your tights, pulling them slowly down your body. The scrape of the material was enough to make your hands fall limp out of their fists, physically, emotionally and spiritually giving up this fight. There was nothing you could do. You were powerless against him.

You could feel the material bunching around your knees, but he didn’t bother pulling them off completely. Good, he must want this to be fast.

“God, you’re sucking sexy.” He growled, and his hand was quick to smack your ass harshly. It stung, the spank echoing through his dingy office and ricocheting back into your own ears at what seemed double the volume, making you wince even more.

Tayeong seemed to take that as a sign to continue, when he delivered a bruise-inducing slap to your bare flesh. This time, it made a broken cry fall from your lips, eyes screwing shut to prevent the tears from falling out of them.

The assault continued, a flurry of smattering whacks and spanks that were enough to make a few stray drops leak around your eyes, biting your lip raw and red to stop from screaming. Over and over until you lost count, dizzyingly fast and rough, until you were sure your ass was glowing red and hot as a coal.

“Fuck, okay, get off me and lean over the desk.” Tayeong grunted, giving you a slight shove as a sign that it was time to move. You felt like a fucking play thing, a sex doll come to life, the way he was whipping and moulding you to his own desires.

But still, sniffling slightly, you allowed yourself to slip off his knees and sway onto your feet. Laying on him like you had for so long caused a dizzying rush to your head, specks flooding your vision.

“Go, I don’t have all day.” Tayeong grunted, working on his belt and giving you a slight kick towards his desk with his foot.

When his foot connected with your leg, you allowed yourself to step away just before it would have made contact, the stockings around your knees limiting your motion slightly. With the motion, the back of your thigh brushed the wood of his desk.

His cleared desk.

Turning to glance at it, you gulped to stop yourself from screaming. Stop yourself from punching something, stomping your feet and bolting in the opposite direction. Even if you had tried, Tayeong would probably kill you for it.

So, slowly, you laid down until your chest was flush with the wood, until your eyes could see every nick and scrape on it’s surface. You just settled your cheek on it, staring into the abyss blankly, not focused on anything, yet somehow hyperfocoused on everything. The chills running rough your body, how your lungs were tremoring like you were sobbing when you couldn’t even muster that. The feeling of something brushing your thigh, and you shouldn't be surprised that it was barely lukewarm.

“Ready, darling? Can you handle this?” Tayeong grunted, rubbing his head against the outside of your panties which were certainly on display through this position.

Breathing was hard now. In, out. In, out.

“Yes.”

At your word, broken as it may be, Tayeong didn’t hesitate. Instead, he used the opportunity to push your panties aside, and thrust inside you harshly.

Something was roaring inside your ear, a tiny roaring, and at this point, you’re so sick with fear that you can do nothing but listen to it. It distracted you, at least, from the feeling on him thrusting inside you. The desktop was clammy and very cold beneath your cheek but you’re too weak to lift your head. Even if you had tried, you’re sure you would have failed anyway. You imagined beginning to scream like you wanted to, into the roaring. To cry out, cry for help or some escape, such a sick fantasy now. Too soon, your breath started jerking back and forth in your lungs as if it were something Tayeong was stabbing you with, again and again with no tenderness. A noisy, gravelly moan rose from Tayeong’s throat, but you wanted to block it out. Locked it inside a box and throw it away, like it would somehow get rid of Tayeong, too. It wouldn’t.

Now, you were thinking maybe nothing would.

You played the part well. Panted moans and whimpers, eyes screwed shut. To him, it probably looked like you were trying hard to contain yourself, but in reality you were trying not to burst at the seams.

You couldn’t pretend any more, however, when you felt something cool and smooth slip around your neck alongside Tayeong’s necklace.

“Ah, Tay-” You began, eyes flying wide, but your chain tightened around your neck, cutting off your next words harshly.

“I told you this chain had better uses.” Tayeong hissed in your ear, pulling it hard enough hat your back arched to meet him. From here, you could barely breathe at all, the chain so tight you were sure it was going to leave a mark.

“Ah, ugh!” You managed to cough out when he slammed into you again, your vision slowly tainting black around the edges. It was painful, like your chest was burning heat and about to burst, but you couldn’t do anything. Your hands scrambled to find purchase of your neck, but once they did, the metal was so tight you couldn’t even slip your fingers underneath to tear it off.

“Close, so close...” Tayeong mumbled behind you, his thrusts growing sloppy and weaker by the second, but you were starting to lose sensations completely. In fact, it felt like you were losing your grip of reality overall, your vision going darker and darker by the second. Even the feeling of the desk below you was slowly slipping from your senses, like you were floating away. God, how nice would that be right now?

But you felt just enough to register Tayeong pulling out of you, and the slick sound of him jerking himself to completion onto the back of your thighs. You could feel it land on you, but didn’t even mind because that feeling finally, finally signalled the release of the chain around your neck.

As soon as his grip loosened, you collapsed onto the desktop with a harsh thud, lungs and throat expanding to take in as much sweet, sweet oxygen as possible. It was cold and crisp, making your head swim with it’s taste, which you had all but forgotten in the seeming hours it had felt like you were without it.

You leant your head into the wooden desk harshly, panting roughly, as though Tayeong would begin suffocating you again in just a moment. It felt like he would, because you had seen him snap and become a killer in just an instant before. Who’s to say he was feeling any different now?

But, his voice cut off your thoughts before they could run away.

“Clean yourself and find a cab to take you home. I’ll call next time I’m in need of you.” He huffed, and you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants, the jostling of his belt as he latched it back up.

You never thought the sound of a belt being done up would give you so much joy.

Eyes fluttering shut, you just managed a weak not, still puffing slightly as you listened to his footsteps. Too slow for your liking but still at a stiff pace, you could hear him, going, going... and with the slam of his door, gone.

And only after you cracked your eyes to ensure you were alone, did you let out a shuddering sob.

What the hell had just happened? You thought as you managed to weakly push yourself up until you were just leaning on his desk, stockings slipping slightly further down your legs.

That was it. The hurdle you had been so afraid to jump, the mountain you weren’t sure you could climb. You had done it. But now, you felt like he had taken a piece of your sanity, like this was a story you would have to suffer in silence, all wrapped up in a bow within your memory box. Only for your nightmares and deepest, sleepless nights. Like this was something you would never be able to discuss, and would take to your grave.

The thought of that, stewing on the past hour of your life for the rest of your existence, made your stomach give a churn that was just slightly too harsh.

Clapping a hand over your mouth, your eyes widened, feeling the familiar rush of bile of the back of your throat. Oh no. Too much thinking.

Scrambling, you threw open Tayeong’s desk drawers harshly, looking for something to wipe his cum off the back of your thighs. First one, dead end. Second one was nearly bare apart from a couple boxes of bullets and a small bag of white powder, which didn’t surprise you. The bottom drawer, however, you got lucky. Tossed inside seemed to be his set of backup items - a small jar of what you assumes was hair gel, a few half-chewed packs of gum, and a small square of tissues that had already been opened.

Movements shaky as you tried your best to repress the vomit from climbing your throat, you snatched the pack and shook out a single tissue, wiping yourself clean haphazardly. You were trembling harshly, the bitter, vile sting burning higher and higher until finally, tossing the napkin aside and tugging up your tights haphazardly, you scrambled to a small trash can beside his desk and coughed out the contents of your stomach.

Why was it after visits with Tayeong, you were always left retching? You thought as another shuddering wave overtook you, spluttering into the trash, which was full enough as it is. You’d have to take it out anyway, to cover your tracks. Guess you were going to be doing him a favour.

Finally, the rumbling of your gut quelled, until you felt good enough to wipe your teary eyes slightly. The force of your gagging was enough to make a few tears slip across your cheeks, certainly smudging your makeup, but you didn’t care. There was no one left to impress here.

Slowly, you straightened, running a hand through your hair to keep it out of your face. With one final spat, you called it. It was fucking time to get the hell out of here.

Grabbing the trash bag carefully and avoiding any stray splats of puke that had almost missed, you heaved it out of the bin and tied it off quickly. Your throat was sore - it was definitely going to brush, you thought as you tugged your turtleneck up higher to conceal any marks. Giving your stockings one final shimmy upwards, reminding yourself to destroy them somehow once you got home, you made your way to the door and twisted it open.

Making your way down the hallway, it was a relief to find the rest of the building blissfully empty. The dragging sound of the trash bag was your only company as you punched the call button for the elevator, struggling to blink any residual redness from your eyes. It still felt like you were about to collapse. Maybe on some subconscious level, you were. Your sanity certainly had. Your support system had too, leaving you crashing completely alone.

But, maybe not.

So when you went into the elevator, you fished your phone out of where you had hidden it in the cup of your bra. You would call him, but you had enough. He clearly was too busy, or perhaps too scared to answer your call. Maybe he was happy the two of you had been forcefully disassociated from each other. Either way, no use embarrassing yourself any more.

Instead, swiping it open, within a few punches you could hear the other end ringing. It only took a few shrill cycles before Baekhyun answered.

“It’s Baek.” He hummed quickly, shuffling slightly on the other end. Before you could even get in another word, you heard a dull thump, followed by the hissing of death between teeth. “Ah, fuck off Mark!”

“Figured your stomach could match your face.” You heard Mark snark, making you scoff as you punched the ground floor.

“I-I’m done, can you take me home?” You hummed slightly, lurching when the elevator began creaking downwards.

“I - ah! Fuck off!” He spat, and you could hear Mark’s laugh rattle through the receiver. “I-I can’t but just go outside, someone will be waiting for you.” Baekhyun grumbled, making you furrow your brow.

“What do you mean? I’m not getting in the car with some stranger, come on Baek, I want to go home.” You allowed yourself to whine, slipping your eyes shut. You deserved to whine a bit, after the day you’d had.

“It’s not a fucking stranger, just - fuck sakes - just go outside. Trust me on this one. I have to go. Mark, I swear to God - ”

The call disconnected with a dull dead tone, making you scoff as you looked down at the contact. Call disconnected. Fucking awesome. That’s the cherry on top of the fucking day you’d had.

“Fuck you, Byun Baek.” You spat into the empty elevator, scuffing the heel of your boot against the floor roughly. Fuck sakes. If there was someone to get you, it was almost definitely someone who wanted you back at headquarters, for whatever reason. That’s probably the last place you wanted to be right now. Now, unless you were in the range with Sehun or training with Yixing, it just felt bitterly alone.

Eventually, the elevator ground to a halt, the bell letting out a shrill ding before the doors slid open slowly, squeaking the whole way. For as sophisticated as Tayeong likes to appear in front of others, this place sure was falling apart.

Blowing a stray strand of hair from your face, you picked up the trash bag, knowing the dragging sound would certainly ricochet around the whole building from the main floor. Instead, your forearms burned as you carefully and soundlessly slipped around the corner, balancing the trash bag in your grip until you finally burst out the front door.

Thank God nobody saw you taking the trash out, as it definitely would have raised a few questions. Now that you were back out on the street, still stained with it’s signature odour and lined with litter, you allowed yourself to simply toss it against the side of the building roughly. Trash collectors would find it... eventually.

With the dead weight off you, you shook out your arms, huffing harshly. God, you could use a bath. A toothbrush would be nice too, you thought as you licked your teeth slightly. The taste of vomit had faded away by now, but just knowing you had puked at all made you want to rinse your mouth with drain cleaner.

But you didn’t even get the chance to dream about getting scrubbed clean before a horn honking made you jolt.

Whipping around, your eyes searched the sidewalk, suddenly remembering the secretive ride Baekhyun had promised you. Who the hell could it be, anyway?

But before you could think of an answer, your eyes zeroed in on a familiar beat up Camaro parked across the street.

You huffed a sigh of relief, your feet immediately carrying you over to the car, heart thundering. Darting across the street, you didn't hesitate before tossing the passenger side door open.

“God, Jongdae, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” You sighed, slipping onto the worn seat and resting your head against the headrest. “This is Neoculture territory, should you even be here?”

Jongdae scoffed from beside you, and you felt him lurch the car into drive. “Yeah, it’s been a while, eh? And someone called in a favour. A few favours, actually.”

The squeal of tires was enough signalled that you were finally driving away - or flying away, to be more precise. The acceleration had you pressing into the seat, your eyes flying open on instinct as the car quickly climbed in speed. Sixty, seventy, eighty kilometres per hour and still somehow climbing, until Jongdae slammed on the brakes at the next set of lights.

Your hand flew to the handle above the door on instinct, eyes wide. It must have looked ridiculous, prompting Jongdae to laugh, shaking his head at you. “What are you, some kind of pussy?”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Come on, you know you drive like a maniac.” You hummed, making him give a cat like, curled smile.

“Well true, but come on, you don’t need to hold the holy shit handle! Now I’m just insulted.”

Rolling your eyes but still smirking slightly, you dropped the handle and instead crossed your arm. “Fine, fine. What the hell did Baekhyun do for you anyway to call in a favour like this?”

Jongdae just hummed, glancing in his rearview periodically and flicking his hair out of his eyes. “Baekhyun didn’t call in the favour, but I would have done it for him, too. Nice guy, that one. Smart.”

Glossing over his praise of Baekhyun, you instead furrowed your brow. If Baekhyun hadn’t asked him to bring you back to headquarters, then who had? Jesus, maybe you were in trouble, again. If you got fired after the torture you had just endured, you would probably kick every male at Exodus in the balls. Twice.

“Well then who was it?” You asked, watching him rapidly approach the red light where a left turn would take you straight to Exodus. This route was familiar to you by now, but instead, your confusion only grew when he maneuvered the Camaro into the right-turn lane.

“I’m taking you to him now, don’t worry.” Jongdae hummed, looking in his side mirror at the car that pulled up behind him. “Won’t be long.”

“What the fuck, Jongdae, who is it?” You contend pushing, holding on tight as he sent the car into a peeling right turn as soon as the light changed hue.

Sending the speedometer soaring once again, he just turned to give you a slight look. From the way his hands were tight on the wheel, the rigidness in his posture, you knew it couldn't be good. Fuck. Now, your stomach began twisting again.

“Fuck off Jongdae, I’ve had a long enough day as is, if I’m going to get fucking fired -”

“You’re not getting fired.” Jongdae shut you up with a shake of his head. Well, thank God. At least that released the iron clamp on your lungs, making you sigh in relief.

Until he added, “I hope.”

Eyes widening, you whipped your head to face him again, hoping to find some sort of smirk of a hint of a laugh, something to make what he said turn into a joke. But there was none.

Fuck. Now that you paid attention, this was the higher class area of the city, the cars growing more sleek and buildings taller, new glass and clean sidewalks. To live here, someone must make a lot of money.

Someone like a leader of a prolific mafia gang, perhaps?

If he was taking you Junmeyon, outside the office, you just might collapse. This job was not only what you thought you were made for, but it was now all you had left. If you were fired, especially after you had already given up so much for it, you just might die. Combust. Tear apart at the seams. Just how many bad things could happen in one day?

“Fuck sakes, Jongdae.” You muttered under your breath, shaking your head and chewing on your lips harshly. Now, you took the opportunity to flip down the overhead mirror above you, glancing quickly at your reflection. Fuck, you looked like a mess, concealer creased with tears and small tendrils of mascara creeping across your skin. Wiping it haphazardly, you scoffed at your own reflection. Well, if there was any way you would go, of course with your luck, you’d look like a mess while it happened.

Eventually, after another ten or so minutes of driving, Jongdae pulled to the curb wordlessly, slipping his precious car into park.

“Thanks.” You said deadpan, because you were sure as hell in about fifteen minutes you’d most certainly not be thankful.

Popping the door open, you were ready to slip outside and back into the brisk, freezing air, but Jongdae’s voice stopped you before you could.

“Hold on, you’ll need this.” He hummed, quickly reaching to dig into his pocket. Scrummaging around slightly, eventually, he pulled out a small, silver key.

Smirking, he held it out to you. “You’ll need it for the elevator. Twenty-first floor, twist the key then press the button, you can’t take it out until you’re on the floor.” He hummed, pressing it into your palm. Giving you another half-smile, he cocked his head. “And by the way, you won’t get fired. As long as this doesn’t slip, but I won’t tell anyone.”

Huffing at his cryptic words, you accepted the key with a nod. “Alright, thanks.” You offered again, before finally slipping out the door. Who even cared anymore. You were numb, like a roaring fire inside you had been doused in water.

Junmeyon would only call you here to let you down easy. Looking up at his sleek building, it was clear to see why. In luxury like this, it would be hard to be that upset here, with it’s sparkling glass windows and doorman waiting to graciously open the door for you. Jongdae was sweet, trying to ease your pain, but by now, you had no pain left to ease. You were about to lose anything. You weren’t sure if you would be able feel anything again, really.

Today had drained your soul like a leaky faucet.

The inside was just as slick as the outside, with it’s marble floors and spacious seating area. Jesus, for an apartment complex, this was still really impressive. Especially for someone as young as Junmeyon, to be able to afford this was a small miracle, although you supposed being CEO had it’s perks.

Pressing the call button for the elevator, you only waited a second before it arrived on your floor with a soft ding! The doors slid open soundlessly, the walls inside lined with mirrors and the floor also immaculate white marble. It put the elevator at Neoculture to shame.

Carefully, palming the key in your hand, you followed Jongdae’s instructions. Key in, twist. Once you did, the previously dim lights at the top of the motherboard lit up - the highest floors were only accessible by key. So, you quickly pressed the twenty first. Not the top floor, but beggars can’t be choosers, especially when you were about to be fired. But would it bee too much to be fired in a penthouse?

Swiftly, the elevator began rapidly flying up the stories, but so smooth you could barley tell you were in motion. The only indication was the LED numbers displaying the floor numbers - seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve in rapid succession. Fuck. The least you could have hoped for would be a nice, lazy elevator ride to calm your nerves. On the other hand, that would also mean staring at your mussed reflection in these mirrors longer. Hmm. Maybe the fast elevator was a good option after all.

Eventually, the elevator began slowing down, until it stopped completely. The glowing numbers confirmed it - twenty-first floor. The doors, however, refused to slide open until you removed the key from the motherboard, almost like you were unlocking a front door.

Although, technically, that is what you were doing.

Where you had expected a hallway, the doors instead slid open into an entranceway, with a coatrack and various shoes tossed lazily onto the floor. There was a mussed entrance mat, sitting haphazardly, but that was it in terms of decoration - for this area at least.

But you could see a doorway to the right, leading to the rest of Junmeyon’s apartment, surely. Cautiously, you stepped out, the carpet dulling the sound from the heels of your boots until you slipped them off completely.

Following into the doorway, you carefully took in the room you had entered - the kitchen, by the looks of it. It was immaculate, however, looking like it had barley even been touched - except for the fact that the fridge was ajar. Light spilled from it, revealing the contents to you - multiple boxes of take-out. You crinkled your nose. Huh, you didn’t peg Junmeyon to like Italian food.

Other than the open fridge, however, there was only one thing that tipped you off that this was someone home and not an open-house. A small fishbowl, jar of what you could only assume was fish food beside it. You could just see the glints of the overhead light reflecting off the fish itself, swimming lazy circles around and around the bowl.

And somehow, you didn’t need to think before you knew it’s name; Seju.

His voice caught you before you had a chance to even look for him, as you caught a glimpse of him stumbling around the corner.

“Fuck Jongdae, what took so long? Did you get more - ” He grumbled, before he finally looked up, locking eyes with you.

How did Chanyeol manage to look so good even in a mussed, oversized tee shirt and sweats? How was he so fucking endearing even when he was staring at you, dumbfounded by your presence just as much as you were for him. How was even the sight of him making your heart jump into your throat like a fucking frog?

The feeling hit you like a bullet, so violent but somehow the exact opposite. Like wrapping yourself in a blanket so intensely that the comfort consumes you, the most satisfying and gratifying thing you’ve ever experienced. When his jaw fell slack slightly, eyes turning wide, it pulled the feeling out of you like the remains of a gunshot. It wasn't a choice or a decision; it was a fact. He gave you some sort of comfort you had never felt like this before, so thick and so much you couldn't help but choke slightly on it.

It was all consuming and powerful, so much so you didn’t even hear yourself drop his key to the floor before you were running into his arms, which he opened to you readily.

Clutching you tight, one hand on the small of your back and the other tangling in your hair, he hugged you so tightly you couldn’t help but sigh into it, eyes fluttering shut.

“Chanyeol.” You breathed, taking in the feeling of him, his cologne, everything.

He hummed against the crown of your head, straightening until you were strained onto your tiptoes to still be wrapped in his arms. It reverberated into your chest, your soul, making you fight to hold back a broken sigh. Who knew the smell of cedar could make you relax so much?

Finally, he spoke. “What are you doing here?” He hummed, pulling off to look you in the eye. His hands came up to cup your jaw, looking at your tear stains and surely mussed hair. His gaze traced you like you were going to disappear before his very eyes, some fever dream he couldn’t control. Like he was memorizing your features carefully, so he could run over them in his head even when you were gone.

“I-I don’t know, Jongdae brought me here.” You huffed, shaking your head slightly in his large grasp. “He picked me up, said he was calling in a favour.”

Scoffing, Chanyeol rolled his eyes, breaking off his study of your features to instead roll his eyes at the ceiling. “Jongdae...” He growled, surely thinking of the repercussions this could have as his hands slipped down and onto your hips. Hell, a threat from Kyungsoo was no empty one. “God, the one time I ask him to get more beer...”

Furrowing your brow, your hands released his hips to instead cup his own hold on your waist. “More beer? What?”

Chanyeol let out a hiss once your fingers scraped his knuckle, lurching slightly n your grasp. “Fuck, careful.” He whimpered, tugging his right hand from your grasp gingerly. “It’s still sore.”

You glanced down at it, eyes widening it’s it’s blackened knuckles and swollen surface. Hell, it almost looked worse off than Baekhyun. Which suddenly reminded you...

“Yeah, Baekhyun’s face doesn’t look much better, you fucking idiot!” You quipped, giving his shoulder a firm thwack. “What were you thinking?!”

Chanyeol batted your hand away with a grunt, rolling his eyes at you slightly. “I wasn’t! I just saw him, and you and I just... snapped!” He hummed, shaking his head slightly at the mention of you. It just made a small smile slip onto your lips tough, the way his oversized ears are slightly red, and God, how the hell did you forget just how big his ears were?

Fuck, it had only been a few days but already you had forgotten just how broad his shoulders were, how he loomed over you, the way his tattoo wrapped around his forearm. His scent, his image, the rumble of his voice, him. It was like having him back was making everything you had missed come back at hyper speed, and suddenly every feeling you had towards him was amplified even more than when you realized you liked him in the first place.

So you took him back into your arms, leaning onto your tiptoes and burying your face so far in his neck you could almost forget everything that had lead up to this moment. You felt him tuck his own head into the crook of your shoulder, feel the brush of his stubble against your skin, making you sigh slightly.

“I missed you, Yeol.”

He hummed at that, and you could feel his cheek tilt into a slight smile against your skin. Finally, he whispered into your neck.

“I missed you too. A lot, actually.”

You smiled slightly, flushing. “You did?”

Chanyeol scoffed against you. “Of course I did.”

You hummed into his admittance, heart fluttering slightly in your chest, any shards or spines you had evolved melting away with him. Something about him calmed your storm, quelled your typical fiery attacks, made your hurricane the exact opposite. He could take your usual steely exterior and toss it aside somehow, just by existing. He didn’t bring out your worst or your best (something you weren’t sure even existed). Instead, he just brought out the most, the raw, unfiltered taps of you you hadn’t shown anyone before, but he cradled it in the palm of his hands. Remarkably rare, addictive. He make you feel so alive that you think you’d probably follow him straight into Hell, just to get your fix on his drug.

Slowly though, he pulled himself from your grasp. You were going to whine, pry to keep him close for as long as possible, but once he kissed you, somehow you realized that this was an impossibly better alternative.

God, if you missed one thing more than the rest, it was the feeling of him as he gingerly pressed against you, opening his mouth to swipe his tongue against your lips. Flutteringly light, but there enough that you accepted, opening your mouth to him and letting the taste of him flood your senses. It was slow and sweet, impossibly soft and careful, just cradling each other in one another’s grasp. Hs hand slowly wound in your hair, beginning to press more insistently against you, and you could taste the stout sweetness of beer on his tongue.

Carefully, you broke it off, leaning your forehead against his as he whined. “Have you been drinking?” You asked, sighing sweetly through your nose.

Chanyeol grumbled, fighting to press his lips against you again, whines growing on volume when you pulled away yet again. “Hmph. Might be a little tipsy, yeah.”

Tutting, you rolled your eyes. “And you sent poor Jongdae to get more beer? There’s better forms of pain management than alcohol, dumbass.” You teased, smiling slightly when you allowed yourself the pleasure of sneaking another chaste kiss against his lips.

He hummed into it, grinning slightly, until you felt it slip off of his lips. “Wait, you said Jongdae dropped you off? Where did he get you from in the first place?”

Oh. That. Suddenly, everything from this afternoon crashed back onto you, making your eyes screw shut and lips twist to prevent yourself from whimpering. Now that you were reminded, it all came back in flashes; fishnet stockings, gasping for air. This necklace, still draped around your neck. Chains around belt loops, around necks. Bruises, spanks and biting your lip to keep from screaming.

You’re mine. Say it.

You shook your head, breathing turning shaky. Just the memory of his piercing gaze made you shudder, hands beginning to tremble against Chanyeol’s chest.

Chanyeol. Chanyeol was here. That’s what mattered.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Chanyeol offered, his hands slowly coming up to rub your arms in an attempt to comfort you. He was here, that’s what mattered. You wouldn’t need to suffer alone anymore, you wouldn’t need to hide this away and take it to your grave.

At least you have me you can talk to. You have me, okay? Chanyeol’s previous words echoed in your head, making you stammer, trying to force them out. That you’d done it. Your job was a success, you slept with him, he trusted you enough to buy you elaborate gifts and take you to bed - or, rather, desk.

But they just... wouldn’t. Not until you were trying so hard, reliving the memory so intensely that instead, a sob escaped you.

“I-I...” You began, whimpering into the words, eyes opening wide to take in Chanyeol’s, watching you equally as wide.

But you didn’t have to say anything before his expression changed.

You weren’t sure what to expect. Anger, disappointment? Like Tayeong had taken something he wanted, like he had lost in some weird, twisted game? As though the stupid desperation games was between him and Tayeong rather the two of you. What you didn’t expect, though, was for him to wipe your tear with the pad of his thumb softly, eyes turning equally as soft.

“Shh, okay. I understand.” He hummed, sighing slightly as the tears kept coming and coming, too quick for his fingers to even wipe away. “I know, but you’re here now, okay? I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Sniffling at his words, you managed a weak nod. Hell, didn’t he realize that just by existing, he helped you more than you thought possible? “O-Okay.”

“Okay.” He sighed, brushing your hair out of your face slowly. “Do you want to shower, or bath?”

Shower. Warm steam, enveloping you, racing down your back and warming your limbs. Bath. Silky water soaking your body, sweet smelling and relaxing your tense muscles. Slick and deep, covering you so completely if you closed your eyes, it could feel like you were swimming away from everything.

That decided it. “Bath, please.” You hummed, finally opening your eyes again to take in Chanyeol’s sad half-smirk.

Flicking his mop of dark hair quickly out of his eyes, he nodded. “Okay. Come on.”

Slowly, he lead the way with a loose hold on your hand, past the kitchen and Seju, still swimming around in his bowl. Now you took a second realize off the living room was the kitchen, coffee talbe littered with beer cans that made your head hurt at even the thought of drinking.

Eventually, he lead you to a closed door, which he twisted open with his good hand. Dark tile and white porcelain utilities, it too was also relatively empty, apart from the bottles you could see in his shower and overflowing trash can. You didn’t mind though, when you saw the large tub in the corner. It was big enough you probably could swim around in it if you wanted, but also probably wouldn’t. Instead you fancied the idea of just floating around, floating away.

Releasing your hand, he bent down to twist on the taps, giving you deja-vu to the last time he had run you a bath like this, last time you had broken in front of him. Just like last time, he was proving he was even more caring than he appeared - which, to be fair, wasn’t much. But still. It was fitting, though, how he was able to make even the little things like running a bath seem big. Such a big man should have an equally big heart.

Grabbing a spare bottle from the edge of the tub, he glanced at the label before turning and giving you a sheepish smile. “It’s body wash, but it’ll have to do.” He said, before flipping it upside down and letting the cedar-scented suds begin spinning in the water, growing by the second.

He went to fiddle with the knobs again, turning his back to you slowly. “Go ahead and get undressed, I won’t peek.”

You scoffed at his words, shaking your head with a weak grin. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. If I recall, first time we slept together you made a point to watch me strip.”

Chanyeol scoffed at that, and you watched as the tips of his ears flushed a bright red. Spluttering, he said, “Well, yeah! But that’s cause I was being an asshole then.”

“Uh-huh.” You hummed, rolling your eyes as you began slipping off your skirt. It feel to the floor with a soft flop around your ankles, which you kicked away quickly. Next, you shimmied down your panties and stockings in one go, making sure to kick both of those extra far away. You had to put them through a wood chipper or something. Make sure they would be nothing but a memory, because even looking at them was making you feel sick all over again.

You unclasped the stupid necklace weakly, casting it onto the countertop to your right. It bounced slightly diamonds reflecting the light in rainbow prisms. You would have thought it was pretty before. Now, it could be the most gaudy thing you’ve ever seen.

Finally, you slipped off your turtleneck, and you felt it before you had the courage to look. Even the loss of pressure from your shirt against it made a difference, the cool air soothing the welt you were sure was there. There was a mirror behind you, you knew there was. You just didn’t want to see the damage... not yet.

So instead, you sighed weakly, unclasping your bra and slipping it off your shoulders. Casting it aside as well, you were finally bare, ready to slip into the tub, which was almost full enough, but not quite.

Still though, Chanyeol turned it off just slightly too soon, the water level slightly lower than you would have liked. What, was he expecting you to drown yourself?

Slowly he straightened, but didn’t turn to face you. “C-Can I turn around now?”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “God, yes, Yeol, it’s nothing new.”

He chuckled slightly but turns nonetheless, his eyes settling on your feet before they trailed upwards. Every motion, every flush in his cheeks electrified you, your arms crossing slightly over your chest as a blush viciously rose in your own cheeks, still watching him carefully.

But once his eyes reached your neck, his brows furrowed. Slowly, you watched as his jaw began ticking lowly, gaze growing more and more sour, refusing to part from the area on your neck that you could feel throbbing under his gaze.

It was almost scary, how his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly and his good hand twitched into a soft fist, his jaw clenching. So, you asked, “How bad is it?”

Chanyeol didn’t say anything for a beat, making you even more scared at just what he would say. But he didn’t leave you waiting for long, instead stepping closer to you, his hand softening until he just barely brushed it against the skin of your throat, sending dull pain shooting across it.

“Get in, I’ll join you.” He hummed instead, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

Was that worse than if he had said it was bad? Was he trying to comfort you before you even looked, by assuring you that he would join you in the tub, wouldn’t leave your side? Somehow, it made you more nervous now, prompting you to turn and glance at yourself in the mirror.

And what you saw made you gasp weakly, eyes going wide. Because if you had thought Baekhyun’s face was bad, his was pussy shit compared to your neck. Each link of the damn chain, each fierce tug against you was mapped in a ring of dark blueish black bruising around your neck, tendrils of red around the edges. It was like a galaxy of agony against your skin, harsh and stamped there for the whole world to see, impossible to hide. It was terrifying, to have the traumatizing memory stamped on your skin alongside in your head.

It was only the sound of Chanyeol gathering more bottles from the shower and tossing them onto the ledge of the tub that made you tear your eyes from the mirror.

Turning to give you a look, his eyes flickered between your neck and your face quickly. Fast, but still enough that you noticed it. Cocking his head towards the tub, he hummed. “Aren’t you going to get in?”

Weakly, you countered. “Aren’t you?”

Chanyeol managed a weak chuckle at that. “After you do, come on.” He hummed, waving you towards the water before he grabbed a bar of soap from the shower ledge.

Huffing, you stepped towards the tub. Hell, there was no use staring in the mirror any longer. It would just work you up again, make you hyperventilate. At least this time, you knew Chanyeol could talk you down if needed be.

Carefully you slipped your foot into the water, the warm soapiness of it already perfuming the air in the scent of Chanyeol, a scent you had always associated with his cologne, but maybe it was his body wash instead. Second foot in, you lowered yourself lower and lower, until up to your ribs was submerged.

Leaning back, it was clear that yes, this scent was the one Chanyeol had trademarked in your head. It was nice to be completely surrounded by him, especially when the man himself was currently stripping off to join you in the water. You could hear a soft thud on the floor, followed by a second, which you could only assume was his shirt and sweats, back to back. You didn’t look, as badly as you wanted to. He hadn’t for you, you were going to give him the same courtesy. Instead, you let your eyes rest shut, instead honing in on the feeling the water flowing around your limbs.

That is, until you felt Chanyeol brush against your shoulders.

“Scoot up, I’ll sit behind you.” He hummed lowly, making you smile slightly with a nod.

“Okay.” You said, slipping further up in the tub until he had enough room to step in behind you. One foot, second foot, and then you felt him lowering himself down, until his legs slipped alongside yours and your backside was pressed to his chest.

It was so easy with him, to do stuff like this and feel so at ease. Like sleeping with him in your bed, waking the next morning without even a twinge of awkwardness. As is arms gently wrapped around your waist, rubbing your skin softly as his lips started pressing slight, almost nonexistent fluttering kisses against your shoulder. You sighed into it, relishing in the feeling. Chanyeol’s arms finally felt like you were home again.

It was like the both of you knew what the other was thinking, what each wanted and how to fulfill that for them. It was nice, to coexist without much thought, but still somehow he made you feel a thousand times better than anyone else could. It was addictive.

Slowly, your fingers traced along his calves in the water, making him hum slightly from behind you. Without even looking, you could tell he would be smirking, not cockily, but cutely. How he managed to do it, you had no idea, but it worked.

“I’m turning on the handheld, I’ll get your hair wet.” Chaneyol grunted, reaching for a small, handheld nozzle he could use to get your hair soaked. Flicking a switch on the base, it quickly began spewing water, which you could hear as well as feel against your back.

Once it started soaking your hair, you let your eyes drift back shut, letting Chanyeol’s fingers detangle the knots that had worked their way into your strands through the day. Only seconds later, you head him pop a bottle, followed by a squirt of something onto the top of your head.

“What’re you doing?” You hummed, grinning slightly and cracking your eyes open as though it would help you see him. If only you had eyes on the back of your head.

“I’m washing your hair, shut up.” Chanyeol grumbled, embarrassed. It just made you laugh slightly, shaking your head.

“Cute.”

“I said shut up about it.” Chanyeol growled into your ear playfully, making you shrink away, still giggling to yourself.

He lathered it up and worked it into a large mass of bubbles, getting every inch of your hair captured before he rinsed it out with the handheld again. Another bottle was quickly squeezed onto the top of your head, of what you could only assume was conditioner, before he ran his fingers through your hair once again, coating every strand in the substance.

All the while, your fingers kept tracing imaginary patterns across his calves, his knees. You pretended not to notice, how you could feel him slowly bulging up against you, slowing your motions so he wouldn’t end up embarrassing himself with a hard-on.

But now that you had noticed it, it was impossible to ignore. Now you could only remember the last time the two of you had slept together what felt like so long ago, in the basement of Exodus, on those shabby beds. That night was worlds away from now, and you couldn't stop yourself from imagining if the sex would be different, too.

You felt like you shouldn't be imagining this, after the hell you had been through today. Shouldn’t you be avoiding sex at all costs? Your neck had just finished bruising up from earlier, but really, this afternoon was not sex to you. It was work, an absolutely horrible part of your job you prayed you would never have to repeat.

On the opposite, sex with Chanyeol was always pleasurable, like he was lighting every fuse and nerve in your body. That was before the two of you had even become close like this, too. Was would it be like now, you thought as your fingers began tracing over his knee under the water again, now that you had realized and accepted the fact that you really, really liked him?

The turning on of the handheld again made your train of thought halt, but certainly not die completely, as he began rinsing the conditioner from your hair. “Feel good?” He asked lowly, his fingers delicately shaking the remaining product loose until it flowed into the bathwater.

You hummed, tilting your head back to catch the spray around the edges of your forehead, neck aching with the motion. “Yeah, thank you.” You said softly, feeling the water flowing down your spine.

“You’re welcome.” Chanyeol hummed, ducking down to give your shoulder another quick, fleeting kiss quickly and making your skin erupt in fireworks. That was it, those little things that made you ignite and flush, your mind go blissfully blank yet somehow alight all at once.

So, you turned to glance at him over your shoulder. “Want me to return the favour?” You hummed innocently, even though you could feel the semi that was pressed against the base of your spine.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened slightly, but he was quick to nod. “Y-Yeah, sure.”

You grinned slightly as you slipped around in the water, using the edge of the tub to hoist yourself up until you slipped his legs between your own, straddling his thighs under the water. With his hands now free, he gripped your hips softly, cocking his head as he watched you sit atop him.

But you were quick to grab the handheld, flicking the switch until a spray of warm water came gushing out. Smirking softly down at him, you quickly and playfully sprayed him in the face, making him splutter.

“Whoops, my bad!” You feigned an apology, instead twisting the faucet until it was soaking the crown of his head instead of his face.

Using his good hand to wipe the water from his eyes, he was quick to give you a mocking, angry look. “And to think, I was such a good hairdresser.” Chanyeol scoffed, shaking his now wet hair just fast enough that the splatters hit your chest.

“Hey - ah!” You whined when Chanyeol snagged the handheld out of your grip, plugging it back into where it was supposed to sit on the ledge of the tub. “No fair, I was just getting started.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, using his good hand to brush a wet strand of hair from your face slowly. “What’s not fair is you spraying me when I was a model hairdresser. Seriously, I deserve a raise, and I’m not even being paid!” He hummed, smirking up at you slightly as his good hand settled on your jaw.

“If you think I’m going to pay you, you’re sorely mistaken.” You scoffed, hands coming to settle where the water met Chanyeol’s chest.

His eyes glimmered mischievously when he cocked his head, eyes studying yours. “I know a way you can repay me.” He hummed nonchalantly, as though you couldn’t feel the way his dick twitched with the words.

You just grinned right back, mimicking his motion. “Oh, really? And what would that be then?”

Instead of answering, instead he just raised his injured hand to cup your jaw on the opposite side as his good one, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips slowly. “I think you know.” He hummed lowly, his gaze meeting yours once again and growing darker by the second.

You used a hand to grasp his wist lightly, smiling slightly. “Yeah, I think I might have an idea.”

Slowly, like you didn’t want to scare him off, you ducked down until you were just an inch away from his lips, giving yourself a second to study his features again from up close, memorizing him the way he had you. You wanted to memorize his features, see him fully, because Chanyeol was the boy that brought the sun to it’s knees every night. You were sure of it.

Finally, with a slight growl, he leaned up impatiently, capturing your lips in his own. You hadn't even realized how much you could miss his lips, but you did, missed how soft they felt when he moved them against you. Missed how they fit so perfectly between yours, how they would open and close lazily but somehow made all the thoughts in your mind wash away. Everything about Chanyeol made you hazy, made the rest of the world just slip through your fingers like grains of sand.

“Are you sure you... you know...” Chanyeol hummed against your lips, panting for breath slightly when the two of you separated.

Your eyes flickering open, you glanced down at him, where his gaze was trailed your neck. On your bruise from only earlier today. You didn’t want that, didn't want him to stare at your cracks and bumps like a broken china doll. Instead, your hands slipped up to his, still cupping your jaw softly, as you sighed.

“I’m sure. I want to. After today, seeing you again is...” You scoffed, shaking your head slightly as you could already feel your throat closing off. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Chanyeol watched you with a half smile, leaning up to give you another quick kiss before his eyes flickered to where his injured hand was brushing your neck. The smile transformed to one of sadness, when he muttered, “We match.”

Looking down at his hand, you scoffed. Sure enough, the black bruising, purplish stains and red swatches were almost identical to what you had witnessed in the mirror. “Must have been a hard punch.” You hummed, shaking your head at him slightly.

It just made him grimace though, as he leaned up to rest his forehead against your own. “I don’t even want to think about what he did to you.” He grumbled, shaking his head slightly.

God, even just him saying that made you grimace too, the memories already trickling into your head and making you wince. God, it was enough to make you damn near scream. At least this time you would be able to, rather than resorting biting your lip to prevent it.

“Neither do I. Just... let’s not talk about it. Let’s make better memories, yeah?” You offered, sighing in relief when Chanyeol nodded.

“Yeah.” He hummed, cocking his head at you slowly before the two of you met in the middle, for another sweet kiss.

It started slow, lazy and uncalculated as instead you focused on the feel of his slick chest beneath your palms, him cupping your jaw, fingers slipping across your shoulders. Between the water surrounding the two of you and his body, it was dizzyingly warm, the steam enveloping your bodies in the fresh, clean scent of his body wash. It was easy to forget, like this. Forget your job, the fact that the two of you weren’t allowed contact. Well, you supposed the joke’s on them, cause this absence certainly made the heart grow way fonder.

Slowly, Chanyeol’s hands travelled until he was holding your ribs, pads of his thumbs slightly digging into the flesh of your breast. Breaking off the kiss, he indulged in a glance when his large palms brushed over your nipples, making them perk up stiff.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He growled under his breath, more to himself than anything, but you caught it. It made you stifle a giggle.

His hands slowly began squeezing your breasts more and more, never enough to be painful but still enough to make you whine, your forehead ducking to rest on his own. Your thighs burned as you arched slightly, trying to get some sort of friction on your core from beneath the depths of the water.

Chanyeol was quick to comply, his left hand releasing your breast and instead slipping beneath the soapy surface. It only took a second for his fingertip to find your inner thigh, tracing up higher until they pressed against your clit.

“Ah, Yeol...” You whimpered softly at the gentleness of it, the soft careful nature of his actions.

He leaned up to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth, smirking slightly. “I fucking love when you call me that.” He said. Now that was a stark contrast from his initial reaction to it, making you laugh slightly.

“I knew it.”

Chanyeol chuckled slightly at that, his motions beneath the surface increasing pressure and making your jaw fall open weakly. It send sparks up your spine as you arched into his form, whimpering under your breath. Circling your sensitive clit slowly, then faster and faster before winding back down was making you ache, straining for him, all of him.

So, your hand slipped under the water too, gripping hold of his now fully erect cock.

You heard his breathing catch when your thumb swiped over the sensitive head quickly, before pulling up and down his shaft slowly. You could feel him, twisting and growing impossibly stiffer under your grasp. It was even more impressive under your touch than you remembered, and between your touches on him and his on you, you were whimpering.

“Yeol...” You whined, wanting more than his fingers on your core.

He seemed to have the same idea, voice gravelly when he answered. “Yeah, okay. Come on, scoot up.”

Releasing him from your grasp, you instead put your hands on his shoulders for balance as you pulled your legs up towards his hips, slipping across the porcelain with ease. He helped you, hands on your hips to guide you, water flowing out of where your bodies pressed closer and closer.

“Ready baby?” He hummed, glancing up at you quickly when he released a hold on your hip. Soon enough, you could feel him pressing his head at your entrance, waiting for your word even though he was chewing his lip harshly, probably trying to prevent bucking up into you.

You just wiggled your hips carefully, not giving words but instead actions as you sank down, down, until your full weight was settled onto his hips with a breathy sigh.

The concoction of your soaring body heat in combination with the warm water was making you heady, but you didn’t mind as you carefully raised yourself back up and down, still holding Chanyeol for balance by the shoulders.

He didn’t seem any more put together than you, as his head tossed backwards to lean on the ledge of the tub. “God, you’re so good at this.” He growled, eyes screwing shut as he succumbed to the feeling of you around him.

You just continued your motions carefully, up and down over and over until it felt like reflex, focusing on the feeling of Chanyeol stretching you. He was the perfect length to hit just right, each motion making you whimper more and more until you were fully moaning, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck...” Chanyeol continued to growl, hands on your hips as he supported your motions. The water around the two of you was beginning to splash as the tempo of your bodies grew faster, making even more soapy bubbles reappear, the scent of sex masked by the perfume of the suds.

One of his hands released you to instead return to your clit, circling it quickly. He was trying to make you finish, and it was working as you felt yourself tightening around him.

“Ah, Chanyeol...” You moaned, your head shuddering to collapse alongside your hand on his shoulder, lips brushing against his water-slicked neck with every thrust. Your thighs were burning now, about to start quaking from exhaustion, but luckily Chanyeol was quick to meet you with thrusts of his own.

His fingers continued to grow pressure against your clit, until eventually, the feeling in your gut burst with a broken shout from your chest. It was dizzyingly powerful combined with the heat from the water, sending you to a breathless, twitching mess, grip tightening on his shoulders until you thought it just might bruise.

With your tightening walls, it didn’t take Chanyeol long before he spilled too, thrusting deep and hard inside you one last time with a low, throaty groan. “Fuck, fuck yes.” He growled, his hand finally stilling on your over sensitive clit. One, two more half hearted bucks, and he too was spent, collapsing onto the back of the tub breathlessly.

Your face was still buried in his neck, vision rosy from the aftermath of your orgasms as the two of you caught your breaths. His chest was warm and solid beneath you, like it was carved from stone for you to lay. You belonged here, your heart and head screamed in unison. One of the only times they agreed, you were sure it must e significant.

So, nuzzling yourself further into his grasp, you felt it would be fine to whisper, “I like you, Yeol. So much.”

And after you said it, there was no hesitation, no pause to even think before he responded. “I like you too. So much being without you basically turned me to a drunk.” He panted, his arms slippery as they tightened around your waist, cradling you closer to him.

Eventually though, once the two of you had caught your breaths and felt comfortable enough to slip apart, you had to get out of the serenity that was the bathtub. Nice part about tub sex was that there was no cleanup necessary, as you instead were able to slip into a fluffy towel hanging on the back of his door, watching as Chanyeol drained the tub carefully. Next, he started grabbing all your clothes from off the floor, still padding around bare as the day he was born.

“I’ll throw these into the laundry.” He hummed, turning to give you a half smile as he snatched your bra within his fingertips, wiggling his eyebrows.

You just scoffed. “You’d take any reason to get your hands on my bra, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe.” He hummed, grabbing your skirt and adding it to the growing pile in his arms and making you scoff with an eye roll. Really, he was a typical teenager sometimes.

“Can you not dry off first, at least?” You hummed, turning to grab a towel and toss it in his direction quickly, but stopped when you saw where he was reaching next.

You had to stop him, though, when he extended a hand to snatch up your stockings. “Wait.” You cut, making him freeze in his tracks.

“What?” He hummed, turning to glance at you, then back to the fishnets on the floor, suddenly half expecting them to pull a gun on him.

You scoffed at his wide eyes, tossing him the towel still in your grasp. “Jesus Christ, I don’t want to stare at your bare ass, put this on.” You hummed, before stepping forward and grabbing the fishnets yourself. You didn’t want him to wash them and fold them like you would keep them. They didn’t deserve that courtesy.

“I thought you liked my bare ass.” Chanyeol pouted, but slipped the towel and tucked it until it was slung around his hips loosely. Straightening to his fill height, with specks of water still reflecting off his bonze chest was distracting enough, you didn’t need to see his dick alongside that.

“I do, but not hanging in my face while you do my laundry.” You scoffed, wringing the fishnets in your hands slightly, absent-mindedly.

Chanyeol hummed his chest puffing it pride as he cocked his head at you, eyes dropping to watch you twist with the article in your hands. “What’s the deal with those, then?”

You sighed, glancing down at them, their black strings and thick cotton waistband. “It’s stupid. I’m just going to throw them out.” You hummed, glancing back up at him with a lopsided, half-hearted smile. “Bad memories.”

“So you’re going to throw them out?” Chanyeol asked, mimicking your motion and cocking his head too, although his smile was more genuine. “What if I told you I’ll do you one better?”

You wrung the fishnets in your hands one last time, watching Chanyeol coaxing the coals in his fireplace until it was roaring alight.

“And you’re sure this is okay?” You asked, watching the dancing flames grow larger with Chanyeol’s prodding.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” He hummed, turning to glance at you with a grin. Wearing his boxers and some oversized sweater, hood tugged up around your damp hair, you had no clue why the image made him grin so much.

But you ignored it, because you liked his grin anyway.

“I don’t know, what if it smells like burnt plastic or something?” You hummed, grimacing even imagining that odour coating his apartment.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He countered, straightening and flicking the hair out of his eyes. In a fresh pair of sweatpants and a worn, oversized band tee, somehow he looked like he was glowing softly. It suited him though. Maybe he was always glowing, and you just hadn’t noticed until now.

Stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your middle tightly, he hummed into your ear, your eyes trained on the flickering flames. “Ready?”

Breathing in deep, you knew you were. You had been ready to get rid of these things for hours. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Toss ‘em.” Chanyeol mumbled against the material of the hood covering your jaw, like he was trying to feel you through it. You almost wished he could, wished you could feel him through it too.

So, grappling with the stockings in your hand, you gave a deep breath. In, out. Most of your breeding today had been to calm yourself down, to repress the twisting of your gut, to make what was happening to you fir into a little, bite sized box you would be able to handle on your own.

Now though, with Chanyeol’s arms around you, you were no longer alone. You had him, and he had you. This breath relit your flames, stoked the fury towards your enemy, made your jaw clinch at all the memories of today. This one built you back up, because with help, you knew you could do this. With Chanyeol, you could do this.

That’s all you needed.

Without another second to hesitate, you balled the pantyhose into a little ball, and threw it into the flickering flames, watching the sparks fly off the smouldering logs with the motion. The strings were quick to ignite, burning up, alive and thriving, much like you would be, too.

You hoped.

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