"S--sajangnim!" Baekhyun breathes fiercely as he tries to gather his thoughts.
The space between them growing shorter, the smell of his Hugo Boss cologne coming in against him in a dizzied whisper of seduction. He places one small hand to his boss's chest and finds the lines beneath his palm to be smooth and hard under the crisp fabric. Whatever this shirt was made from, it certainly wasn't cotton, and it certainly didn't need to be wrinkled. Baekhyun feels his breath catch as he tries to squirm away, the edge of the mahogany desk as his back cutting too hard.
"S--s--sexual harassment--" Baekhyun tries.
"You're an intern, you're a dime a dozen. You won't be the first to yell sexual harassment, and you won't be the last we'll buy off. You're just so much cuter when you cry about it, shivering against my desk..."
Chanyeol strokes his long finger along the spine of Baekhyun's jaw and closes his eyes as he breathes in the trembled exhale of his resolve being released.
"Mr... Park..." He mews obediently at last and Chanyeol grins as he closes the space between them.
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Boss Complex
FanfictionChanyeol is cool and carefree when it comes to relationships. He really has no time to be bothering with the strings of a woman tying him down in the complicated pretense that she's not marrying him for his money. This is probably why he willingly a...
