warnings: mdni!!! smutty drabble, downbad!chanyeol x fem!reader, fingering, making out, praise kink, established relationship. 0.6k words.
“C’mon, baby, you can’t blame me… shouldn’t have worn this skirt if you wanted me to keep my hands off you,” Chanyeol gasped against your lips, pressing searing kissses to your lips and all over your jaw.
You can’t help but lean into his touch, sprawled out beneath on the soft mattress he has you pinned to. It was just any normal evening, you showered, came out of the bathroom and got dressed, walked around the house quietly—not knowing you were driving Chanyeol absolutely delirious.
Until his restraint broke and now you were beneath him and he just couldn’t get enough of you.
A low whimper left your lips as his fingers moved beneath your skirt, thumb pressing to your clit through the flimsy fabric of your panties, drawing firm circles while his lips stayed attached to your neck and collarbones, sucking small marks into the supple skin that would bruise later for sure.
“So beautiful, my pretty girl…” he purred low in your ear, his fingers moving the fabric of your panties aside to quickly press two fingers inside your aching hole. Then his lips were back on yours immediately, swallowing your noises gratefully while his fingers pumped in and out of you at a deep and steady pace.
His fingers brushed against that spongy spot deep inside you repeatedly along with his thumb pressed to your clit firmly, making your thighs shake and your eyes flutter—just his fingers were enough to drive you crazy with pleasure. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew just how to drive you crazy.
“Shit, it feels so good, yeol. Fuck!” You kept letting out the softest of noises for him and he only felt himself going more insane for you. You were far gone, your hips bucking up, almost riding his fingers while your one hand gripped his bicep, your orgasm approaching you quickly like a freight train.
He pushed his fingers deep in before pulling them almost all the way out, watching the way your hole fluttered around the tip of his fingers, he couldn’t help but groan as he pushed them back in, stroking your walls with an intensity that had you gasping.
Chanyeol’s weight was warm and heavy on you as he kept you pinned down, keeping your thighs apart with his knees, he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, his fingers never faltering in their rhythm, “I can feel you clenching, baby, you’re so close. C’mon, let go for me,”
And that was all the encouraging it took you to finally tip over the edge of pleasure, your back arching as you let out a loud moan of his name, your cunt clenching around his fingers in a vice-like grip which only seemed to spur him to only work you harder through your orgasm. His hand moving between your thighs at an inhuman space as you gushed down his fingers.
At last, he finally and slowly pulled his fingers out of you, wet with your orgasm and he slowly pulled them up to his lips while he sucked them into his mouth and licked them clean—all while maintaining an intense eye contact with you.
You just laid there, trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm, your chest still heaving, all flushed. And so was Chanyeol, like he was the one who also had an orgasm so intense. Your eyes fluttered shut, but you were abruptly pulled out of your thoughts as you felt your boyfriend’s hands pulling down your skirt along with your panties.
“Don’t you dare think I’m done with you. You can give me a few more, baby,” with that, he flipped you over onto your stomach, hands pulling your hips up. A soft sigh left your lips and you just took it, let him manhandle you as he pleased.
Because you knew damn well that this night was far from being over.
a/n: been going through the worst unmotivated days of my life recently. i had a scrumptious baekhyun smutty fic that i was writing and i lost motivation in the middle of it, but still i just felt like writing something. this is my first ever attempt at smut in my life (i’ve never ever written smut) and i hope it’s good atleast, lol.
hey so..I'd do anything for a Baekhyun or Chanyeol fic 👀 shiii,especially if they were married and you were the hot,pretending to be bimbo intern and he takes it to town..👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀yeah so for more details just email me no problem (jkjk) really love your work,im new here so..adjusting. Aye buh you da goat fr ✌🏼💐
✧⋆ you brat | 박찬열
pairing ceo!chanyeol x bimbo intern!reader
summary park chanyeol has no interest in the arranged engagement his parents have planned for him until a new intern catches his eye. after just one week in the company, your presence begins to tempt him, and now he doesn't want to get married anymore
warning mild cheating, smut, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, dumbification (if you squint), cum eating, degradation, creampie, hard dom!chanyeol
word count 4.2k
a/n i didn't wanna write about him being married and getting involved with reader, just shamelessly cheating sooo i added some tweaks and thank u for the req!!
here sat park chanyeol, the heir to the park group, trapped in a soulless, suffocating room while his parents discussed the future he was expected to spend with a woman he had never met and had no interest in meeting.
beneath the table, his hands curled into tight fists until his knuckles turned white, he could refuse, he could walk away from the arranged marriage but doing so would also mean giving up his place as the heir, leaving the position vulnerable to his money-hungry cousins.
so, he had no choice but to obey, a quiet, lifeless sigh escaped his lips as he forced a polite smile toward his future mother-in-law. it never reached his eyes. by the end of the meeting, both families had come to an agreement, the engagement would be held next month on a sunday.
chanyeol cracked his fingers, trying to shake off everything that had happened over the past week. the engagement meeting, the date that drew closer with each passing day, it all weighed heavily on his mind.
he leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his tired eyes before letting out a quiet yawn, it was well past office hours. the entire floor had fallen silent, and somewhere along the way, he had lost track of time while buried in paperwork.
clank!
a loud metallic crash shattered the suffocating silence, chanyeol flinched, every trace of sleep instantly disappearing. he frowned, pushing himself out of his chair. "who's there?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty office.
receiving no answer, he slid open the glass door to his office and followed the sound, the farther he walked, the more scattered sheets of paper came into view and then he found the culprit.
there you sat on the floor beside the office printer. its front panel was hanging open, loose parts were scattered around you, and dozens of papers covered the floor like confetti, you slowly looked up at him.
"...oops~" you bit your lower lip, offering him an awkward smile. chanyeol let out a tired huff, pinching the bridge of his nose, "...what happened?"
"the printer got stuck..." you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, "i tried to fix it, but..." your sentence gradually trailed off, growing quieter with every word as you glanced guiltily at the mess surrounding you.
but what chanyeol noticed first was your low-cut dress shirt and the skimpy pink skirt. the way you sat, your curves on display, your ass threatening the seams of the skirt, your tits nearly spilling from the shirt. he gulped, shaking his head, and offered a hand to help you up. "it's fine. this printer wasn't working well before." he tried to keep his eyes off your body.
you took his hand, your delicate fingers wrapping around his. the touch lingered a beat too long. you stood up almost with a jump. chanyeol noticed the bounce of your chest, his thoughts running wild. he licked his lips, the air felt thick. heavy. you still didn't let go of his hand. "thank you, mr. park~" you muttered, looking up at him.
the height difference was significant. your eyes scanned him—the veins in his neck, how his frame seemed to cover yours, how huge he was. you wondered how big he was down there.
chanyeol pulled his hand away, snapping you back. he cleared his throat. "you still haven't gone home yet?" you blinked. "oh, not yet. the team leader gave me all the work and left first, just because I'm an intern." you huffed, then looked down in embarrassment.
"i'm sorry, i spoke too much.." he huffed, trying his best not to stare. "i-i can drop you off.." you gasped dramatically, hands flying to your mouth. "really, mr. park? i might be causing you trouble.." you pouted. he nodded. "no, it's fine. just get your things. i'll tell your team leader to give you less work. Since you're not that experienced.."
you gave him a big smile. "how do you know i'm not very experienced~" chanyeol took a step back. "what?" he looked visibly puzzled. "with work.." you said, innocence radiating from you. chanyeol cleared his throat, his pants growing tighter as he fought for control. "uh, yeah. exactly."
the next day at work, chanyeol entered the office. his secretary and other employees bowed as he passed. his eyes lingered over the cubicles, scanning for a familiar face, but he didn’t see you. He gave a curt nod and headed toward his private office.
he sank into his leather chair, the events of yesterday replaying in his mind. you were just an intern, someone he’d barely registered before, a little clumsy, often lost in your own world. but now, the memory of your teasing smile and the way your body filled out that tiny skirt was all he could think about. a strange pull had taken root, a curiosity he couldn’t shake.
he swiveled his chair to face the window, the city sprawling below. his fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the armrest. the rational part of him knew this was unprofessional, a line he shouldn’t even consider approaching. yet, the image of your hand in his, that lingering touch, made his pulse quicken. he made a decision, reaching for the intercom button on his desk.
he called in your team leader, team leader kim rushed in, not wasting a minute. he bowed. "good morning, ceo park." chanyeol let out a low hum. "uh, good morning." he skipped any small talk. "miss y/n. she's a member of your team, right? i'll shift her to my team." his voice was firm.
mr. kim wore a shocked expression. "y/n? that kid… she isn't exactly capable of joining your team, the main team. she's quite clumsy—" chanyeol let out an annoyed huff, cutting him off. "do you want me to repeat myself?" his gaze stayed fixed on his keyboard, as if mr. kim were just background noise.
mr. kim nodded slowly. "sure. i'll tell her to move her things." he left the room. the door clicked shut softly. chanyeol leaned back in his chair, a faint, unreadable curve on his lips. the tips of his ears turned faintly pink as he looked away, silently wondering how one intern could catch him off guard.
you entered ceo park's office after being summoned, a little confused but mostly puzzled as to why he'd called for you. you knocked on the door and heard a low, approving hum from the other side. pushing the door open, you scanned the immaculate, meticulously kempt room, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your nostrils with each step. your heels clicked softly on the polished floor as you approached his desk, your gaze fixed on chanyeol. "you called me here?"
chanyeol took in your figure, his eyes moving from your face down to the fitted white shirt that clearly showed the lines of your pink bra, then to the skirt so short it seemed one wrong move would reveal everything.
he scanned you slowly, and you pretended not to notice the intensity of his stare. "yes," he said, his usually firm tone carrying a slight unevenness. "you've been notified that you're being shifted to my team, right?"
you nodded, a soft, playful smile touching your lips. "yes~ i heard." you took another step closer, dropping your voice to a whisper. "but i didn't ask you to change my team, you know." a light, teasing laugh escaped you.
his jaw tightened slightly. "no, you didn't. i saw you working hard late last night. if you're trying your best, then it's only right that I guide you. teach you properly." he gestured to the empty chair beside his desk. "your new desk is right there. we'll start with the quarterly reports."
he stood up, the reports in his hands, and moved toward you. he extended the files. "start with these. if you find yourself confused, find me." you blinked at him, then began to walk forward. your heels clicked with each deliberate step, the distance between you closing until he was forced to retreat, his legs meeting the solid edge of his desk. you had him cornered.
"…hey—what are you…" his ears flushed a deep, visible red. you grabbed the hand that held the files, your thumb stroking slowly over his skin. "you're going to teach me?" you asked, looking up at him as you took the file from his loose grip. you noticed his other hand was gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white from the strain of his resistance.
you leaned in closer. chanyeol instinctively leaned back, his breath catching. your free hand drifted past the scattered papers on his desk. your fingers closed around the sleek, inline remote hidden there. your thumb found the rubberized button and pressed. a soft whirring sound filled the quiet room as the motorized curtains began their smooth, silent glide along the rail. the bright afternoon light was slowly, completely choked out, plunging the office into a dim, intimate twilight.
"right here," you murmured, your eyes locked on his, dark with intent. "you can teach me right here, can't you?" the question hung in the newly shadowed air, thick with the promise of everything left unsaid.
he gulped, the pressure in his trousers becoming a demanding, insistent ache. the files slipped from his hand, scattering across the floor with a soft rustle. then he moved, lunging forward to close the final distance.
his large hands came up, one cupping your cheek with startling tenderness even as the other grasped your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, claiming it.
his mouth crashed against yours. it was not a gentle kiss, but a raw collision of heat and need. his lips moved with a fierce, devouring passion, his tongue demanding entry the moment your lips parted. you met him with equal hunger, your own tongue tangling with his in a wet, frantic dance.
he bit your lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but with a possessive edge that made your knees weaken. a low, desperate sound vibrated from his throat into your mouth as you sucked gently on his invading tongue, the intimate act sending a jolt straight through him.
he broke the kiss only to lift you, his hands firm under your thighs, and set you down on the cleared edge of his massive desk. papers fluttered to the floor. his body slotted between your spread legs, his hard heat pressing against the thin fabric of your skirt.
his hands began to roam, one sliding up your side to trace the curve of your breast through your shirt, the other gripping your thigh to keep you anchored to him. your own hands were just as eager, sliding over the broad planes of his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles of his back bunch and flex beneath his crisp dress shirt.
the kiss deepened again, slower now but no less intense, a deep, wet exploration that tasted of coffee and pure unadulterated want.
the forbidden thrill of it all, the sheer risk that someone could walk in at any moment, sent a fresh pulse of wet heat soaking through your skimpy skirt. your hips rolled against the hard ridge of his erection, a slow, grinding rhythm that drew a ragged groan from his throat.
your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails pressing into the fine fabric. "i need you so bad," you breathed against his lips, the words a hot, desperate confession.
his ego swelled, dark and possessive, at the sound of your pleading. he pulled back just enough to see the raw hunger in your eyes. "you want me?" he growled, his voice gravelly with lust. "you want me to ruin this pretty little cunt of yours?" his hand slid from your thigh up under your skirt, his fingers brushing against the damp silk of your panties.
you nodded frantically, your composure shattered. "please!" you whimpered, the word more a gasp than speech. It was all the permission he needed. his fingers hooked into the side of your panties, the fragile material instantly with a soft tear. the sound was obscenely loud in the quiet, dim office.
suddenly, his secretary knocked on the door, shattering the heavy tension between you two. you glanced over his shoulder immediately, but chanyeol didn't even bother turning around. he exhaled sharply, clearly irritated. you reached up, gently stroking his cheek. "i guess someone interrupted our lesson…"
chanyeol's jaw tightened, teeth grinding together. just as you tried to slide off the table, his hands stayed locked around your waist, keeping you in place. "mhm?" you tilted your head, giving him a teasing look. "are you that eager to teach me?" his grip finally eased. you hopped down, smoothing out your skirt and adjusting your shirt, trying to look presentable again.
you walked away from him with deliberate, unhurried steps, hips swaying side to side in that tiny pink skirt that barely covered your ass. chanyeol’s hands curled into tight fists at his sides, knuckles whitening. the thing he’d been aching for had been right there. your thighs spread on his desk, your lips brushing his ear, your body warm and willing—and now it was slipping through his fingers again.
he turned toward the door, voice low and ragged. "come in."
his secretary stepped inside, but chanyeol barely registered her. his mind was already replaying the way your skirt had ridden up, the way your panties had been damp against his fingers, the way you’d looked at him like you wanted him to ruin you right there on the desk.
for the rest of the day, you stayed on his mind like a fever. every meeting blurred. every report he tried to read dissolved into images of your thighs, your mouth, the soft sounds you’d made when he touched you. his cock stayed half-hard in his slacks, throbbing every time he caught a glimpse of you across the office.
by the time the clock hit six and people started packing up, his eyes kept drifting to your empty cubicle. you’d already left. his jaw locked so tight it hurt. desire sat heavy and unsatisfied in his gut.
after that afternoon, things shifted. you stopped lingering in his office unless it was strictly work-related. when you did come in, your tone stayed polite, professional. neither of you mentioned what had almost happened on his desk. the tension hung between you like static—unspoken, unresolved, and growing heavier every day.
but the memory of your body under his hands never left him. and every night, when the office emptied and the lights dimmed, chanyeol found himself staring at your vacant desk, wondering how much longer he could keep pretending he didn’t want to bend you over it and finish what you started.
news of his engagement spread fast—texts, emails, whispers. "i heard she’s the youngest daughter of yoo management. really pretty," someone said while you stirred your coffee in the kitchen. male employees circled you like moths, finding excuses to brush against your body or "help" with small tasks.
"mr. jung, thank you for fixing the coffee machine! i owe you one" you sang, voice light and warm, mr jung turned red, eyes glued to your chest, "t-thank you... if you need anything else, just ask," he stammered, rubbing his neck. "of course~" you drew the words out, stretching your body just enough to make the other women shoot you disgusted looks.
chanyeol watched from across the room. the way you flirted with every man in sight, the way your eyes flicked over him like he was nothing—it made his blood run cold. his jaw clenched. without thinking, he marched straight to your cubicle.
you were just sitting down when you spotted him. "oh, mr. park? what brings you here?" chanyeol’s gaze was hazy with anger and lust. he snatched a file off your desk. "why isn’t this done yet? it’s been an hour." his voice came out louder than he meant. you flinched. "ah… sir, i got distracted—"
"follow me," he snapped, already walking. you followed, a small curve on your lips. the rest of the office watched nervously, expecting him to tear into you. he shoved his office door open. you stepped inside. the lock clicked behind you.
"ah! sir, i heard you’re getting engaged…" you leaned in, tone dripping with mock sweetness. "congrats!" you clapped your hands, playful and sharp. chanyeol’s jaw ticked. "what the fuck are you doing?" you looked up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. "why? you can fuck your future wife now…" he grabbed your waist, grip bruising. "shut up," he growled, voice dark and raspy. "and kneel."
you didn’t hesitate. your knees hit the carpet with a soft thud, skirt riding up your thighs until the pink hem barely covered anything. you looked up at him through your lashes, lips parted in that same innocent smile, hands resting lightly on your knees like you were waiting for instructions.
chanyeol’s jaw flexed. he reached down, unzipped his slacks with one sharp motion, and freed his cock, oh lord he was so big. his cock already thick, flushed dark, the head glistening with pre-cum. he wrapped a hand around the base and slapped it against your cheek once, twice, leaving a wet streak across your skin.
"open," he ordered.
you parted your lips obediently. he shoved forward without warning, forcing the heavy length past your tongue until the head hit the back of your throat. your eyes watered instantly, but you didn’t pull away. instead you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, letting him feel the wet heat of your mouth wrap around every inch.
chanyeol’s head tipped back. a low, broken groan tore out of him as his hips snapped forward, fucking your face in short, brutal thrusts. saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin onto the tops of your breasts. every time he pushed deep, your throat convulsed around him, gagging wetly, but you stayed right there, taking it.
"fuck—look at you," he hissed, staring down at the way your lips stretched around his cock. "why would you deprive me of this sweet mouth, baby?"
chanyeol’s fingers twisted tighter in your hair, anchoring you as his hips drove forward in those vicious, shallow thrusts. he battered the back of your throat, thick and unrelenting, each slam forcing another wet choke from you. spit poured freely from your stretched lips, soaking your chin and sliding in warm over the swell of your tits.
he looked down at you like he wanted to ruin you further, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded and burning. “did you suck off jung as well?” he growled, voice shredded. the vibration of your voice rippled straight through his shaft, sending a shudder up his spine.
his grip in your hair tightened until his knuckles went white, hips jerking forward on instinct. a guttural moan tore from his chest as the sound traveled along every inch buried in your throat.
your eyes watered, lashes clumping, but you held still, letting him use your mouth exactly how he wanted. every brutal snap of his hips shoved him deeper, the head of his cock forcing past your gag reflex until your nose brushed at his base. the wet, obscene sounds of your throat working around him filled the room.
chanyeol’s abs flexed with each thrust, sweat gleaming on his skin. he dragged you forward until your lips kissed his pelvis, holding you there, buried to the hilt while your throat fluttered helplessly around him. “fuck—swallow it,” he ordered, voice low and vicious "oh baby, you feel so good."
chanyeol’s chest rose and fell in heavy waves, his breath ragged as he eased his thick cock from your mouth. a shiny thread of spit stretched between your lower lip and his swollen head before it snapped. he watched, eyes half-lidded and dark, while you flattened your tongue and let him see the empty pink surface; no trace left, every drop swallowad . a low, approving growl rumbled out of him.
he reached down, strong hands sliding under your arms to haul you upright. the moment you were on your feet he dragged you in, palms splayed wide across your ribs. you leaned up and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to his parted lips, sharing the bitter-salt taste still coating your tongue.
he sucked on it greedily, pulling you tighter. when you finally drew back, your voice came out husky. “sir… you’re getting engaged.” chanyeol’s eyes rolled, a frustrated huff leaving him. his fingers flexed against your sides, possessive. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he muttered, voice low and rough.
your lips brushed his again, barely a whisper. “doing what exactly?” he answered with another hard kiss, teeth scraping your lower lip before he pulled away just enough to speak against your mouth. “don't look at me like that, i just want to bend you over and—” he growled.
“then do it." before you could even react, chanyeol's hands gripped your hips with bruising force, shoving you harder against the edge of his desk. papers scattered across the floor as he yanked your skirt down in one rough motion, the fabric pooling around your ankles.
your pink lace panties stretched tight over your ass, the delicate material doing nothing to hide the shape of your cheeks or the growing dampness between your legs.
you twisted your head to meet his burning gaze. "i wore them just for you..." you whispered, voice trembling with anticipation. something snapped in him, his control shattered completely, his fingers dug into the waistband of those pretty panties and ripped them down your thighs without ceremony.
the lace tore at the seams from his impatience. he kicked your feet wider apart, spreading you open across his desk.
his cock pressed hot and thick against your bare ass. no teasing, no buildup; he lined up and thrust deep inside you in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. "ngh~ mr. park–" your pussy clenched around his thickness as he started pounding into you relentlessly, the desk creaking under the force of his thrusts.
each snap of his hips drove you forward, your breasts pressing into scattered documents. chanyeol's grip on your waist tightened as he fucked you harder, grunting with each brutal thrust.
the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your soaked pussy filled the office, mixing with the slap of skin on skin.
he reached around to rub your clit in rough circles while he continued his relentless pace, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement. your legs shook as he used you exactly how he wanted, taking what he needed without restraint.
his palm cracked against your ass again, the sharp sting making your pussy clamp down harder around his thick cock. "oh, god! you're so big!" you cried out, voice echoing in the soundproof room. he kneaded the reddened flesh roughly before delivering another slap that left your skin burning.
"you little brat," he growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "this is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?" his tone rasped, "you like it right? take it."
his cock drove deeper with each thrust, the head battering against your cervix as he pounded into your dripping cunt. the wet squelch of his shaft plunging into your soaked pussy filled the room alongside your desperate moans. you pushed back against him, meeting every thrust with equal hunger.
"yeol...oh! you make me feel so good!" your voice cracked as he spanked you again, the impact jolting through your body. your clit throbbed with each strike, your juices running down your thighs.
his breathing grew ragged, his movements becoming erratic. "want me to cum in you?" he grunted, his grip on your hips bruising. "want me to fill this little cunt?"
"yes, please!" you begged, pushing back desperately. "only you...please!" chanyeol's pace turned punishing, his cock slamming into you with rapid, desperate thrusts. his balls slapped against your clit as he chased his release, the desk scraping across the floor from the force.
his fingers dug into your flesh as his cock swelled inside you, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and started pumping thick ropes of semen deep into your heat.t
his cock remained buried to the hilt inside your cum-filled pussy as his fingers worked rough circles over your swollen clit. the sensation of his thick shaft still pulsing within you combined with the relentless pressure on your sensitive nub sent overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
"chanyeol!" you cried out, your vision blurring as the intense pleasure made you see stars. your pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock, milking every drop of cum from him as your orgasm tore through you. your legs trembled, barely holding you up against the desk.
both of you breathed heavily in the aftermath, the sound of your ragged panting filling the room. chanyeol stayed deep inside you, his softening shaft still stretching your walls. his large hand slid from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing firmly against the slight bulge where his thick cock was nestled.
"you feel me?" he murmured against your ear, his voice deep and raspy. "i'm so deep in you..." his palm pressed harder against your belly, making you acutely aware of exactly how far inside you his cock reached.
you could feel the warmth of his cum beginning to leak around his shaft, your combined fluids making everything slick and messy. "just stay in me..," you muttered, your hand reaching back to stroke his cheek, your body still twitching with aftershocks. "don't leave me..mhm?"and chanyeol had no plan of doing that.
