Your Wicked Game

Part 1

Slowly, you stand up and move around until you're in front of him. His hands land on your hips and he draws you closer, manoeuvring you until you're straddling his lap. You can feel the bulge between his legs pressing into the centre of yours.

Chanyeol gathers your hair off of your shoulders and clenches it at the nape of your neck, before bringing his soft lips down onto your skin. His lips drag down your neck, his stubble scratching at you. Chanyeol tips your chin towards him, and his mouth captures your lips.

Your tongues fight and writhe for supremacy, and as usual, no one wants to give in. You feel your body begin to shake and you roll your hips, grinding your pussy into his lap.

You leave red imprints over his cheeks; his stubble crackles against your lips. When you pull back, his face is stained red and you think of all the times you've watched him torture souls only to leave his face wet with blood. He's murderous and conniving and wanton.

Death and torture are his gifts.

Chanyeol grasps the fabric of your blouse and rips it apart. Ten buttons burst free and roll across the floor. He yanks the blouse from your shoulders and throws it to the floor.

His lips sink to your skin and his tongue traces the hills of your breasts, as his fingers work at the clasp of your bra. He pulls your bra off of you and tosses it behind him.

He places his hands at the base of your back and you lean back, thrusting your chest forward. His mouth clings to your left breast and his tongue laps at your nipple, tweaking the bud between his teeth.

You moan and his lips move to the right side. You can feel his cock growing harder, his anticipation building.

His fingers travel down to your skirt and he inches it up your legs. The fabric gives way easily and sits around your waist like a belt. You kick off your shoes and his fingers sink underneath you.

He traces the outline of your pussy over your panties and you push yourself into his fingers.

He holds the pressure, pushing hard against your raised skin and you feel your wetness spill from inside of you. Tingles race up your inner thighs and he slips his hand underneath the elastic of your underwear.

His lips travel back up to yours and you cling tightly to him, before undoing his tie and shirt buttons. His thumb hits your clit, and he swirls circles around it, causing you to shudder against him.

The tight, dark curls on his chest tickle your breasts and you drag your lips down his neck. You seal your lips around his skin, sucking hickeys into his flesh and he moans. Pain and pleasure in equal measure.

His fingers work their way through your folds and he teases at your slick opening, asking for entry. He pushes into you and he thrusts his fingers in and out, whilst he kisses your lips again.

You wonder how long he can last before he replaces his hand with his cock. You moan; your body quaking as sweat pools at the base of your back...

"Chanyeol - My king.." You breathe his name and it spurs him on. His thrusts grow faster and the pressure on your clit builds. Your pussy contracts in the palm of his hand.

"Fuck- fuck- faster." His hand is going to ache in the morning and he'll be able to remember why. His eyes meet yours as you come. Your walls grip him tightly and they spasm tickling his fingers. You pant, your chest rising and falling quickly.

You leave a kiss on his lips before you slid off of him. Over his trousers, you press three kisses on his stiff erection.

Black doesn't show stains. He moans and you feel his cock twinge beneath the fabric. You dig your nails into his chest and draw them down his flesh.

He winces and you smile. You pop the button on his fly and unzip his trousers He's going commando and you smirk to see his swollen cock. You wrap you hand around it, and bring it up to your lips.

You flick your tongue over the fleshy head and a drop of pre-cum coats your tongue. He tastes sweet. You stare at him as you stretch your lips around him. He's wide but you're used to it now.