Animal Style
You groan as your back hits the wall and the pressure against your throat increases. You gasp, trying to fill your lungs and your captor releases their hold just enough. "Let me explain!" You manage to choke out.
He tilts his head to the side in mock appraisal. "No. No, I don't think so." You squirm as his body presses against yours, his hips teasingly bucking against yours. His hand finally leaves your throat and you nearly choke on the influx of oxygen. You push against him, pressing him against the opposite wall, using his slim, black tie as a leash to drag him down. He resists, pulling away, but it's all in fun. Your lips finally meet his and you sigh against him. The vibrations from his deep chuckle resonate against you and it takes all your willpower to not cum right then and there. He uses your moment of lowered defenses to lift you easily, wrapping your thighs around his waist and slamming you against the wall again.
"Fuck..." you moan, in pain, but his lips were already everywhere, kissing and sucking. Your hands encircle his neck and he glances up at you, teeth bared, growling. The kisses and soft sucks on your neck suddenly become nips and bites and your hands shake around his neck.
"If you're gonna choke me, do it properly."
The chilling command had you rubbing yourself further against him. His hands grasp your shirt, tearing it from your body. A gasp leaves your mouth when his hot mouth finds itself latched onto a nipple, tugging not to gently. You claw at his shirt. "Chanyeol..." You moan. "Take it off."
"Do it your fucking self," he mumbles, but pulls away to help you along. Your fingers trail up his toned abdomen before grasping his chin and forcing him back on your lips. His long fingers grab your waist and dig into the soft skin, forcing an annoyed growl from your throat.
"Jerk."
"Bitch," he responds, nipping at your neck. Chanyeol isn't always gentle. It takes a lot to get him to be rough, but once his resolve is broken, there's no turning back. You learned this the hard way the first time he was rough. But now it was a game. How soon could you turn the ever charming, sweet Chanyeol into the sadistic man you wanted?
"Ch-Chan," you stutter. "Not so many marks." You had work the next morning. Of course, telling anyone not to do something only forced their resolve to do exactly that. Ah well. You'd just have to wear a button up and tie. His hand grabs the hair closest to your scalp and you yelp as he tugs hard, but it's only sucked into his mouth as he kisses you again. As expected, Chanyeol's teeth enclose around a patch of skin on your neck significantly harder than before and you groan, knowing it was impossible to hide. "You're so fucking annoying."
His lips leave your skin for a moment and his eyes were dangerous. "And you're fucking stubborn. Just shut up." He flips you around, pressing your cheek against the wall and holding it there with a firm hand against your head. His other hand works at undoing the buttons on his black slacks and you can feel the strain from them. "Are you nervous?" He asks, with a low chuckle.
You have to chuckle at his arrogance. "Of what? Your dick inside me? That's nothing to be nervous about." Fueled by manly ego and arousal, Chanyeol sinks his teeth into your shoulder, dragging his teeth down, drawing out the hiss of pain you released. "You'll have to try harder, you shithead," you manage to growl out.
Chanyeol roars and slams his body against you, forcing the feel of every pulsing muscle against your skin. Your underwear was stripped away with your black slacks and he shoves you towards the dinner table, bending you over. He leaves you like that and you know better than to move because Chanyeol in control meant he was ready to defile you in every way possible.
He returns a short while later with a bottle of lube and other toys. Your eyes meet his in slight fear. He doesn't say anything, but ties the scarf over your mouth, tugging tight. He throws the handcuffs over the table, deciding last minute that he won't use it. His hand makes contact with your head, thrusting your head against the table. "Stay fucking bent over."
You whimper, but it's not even heard over the gag. Chanyeol's lithe fingers keep you bent over uncomfortably as he flicks open the top of the lube. His hand leaves your head to coat two fingers generously with lube, pressing them into you from behind. Your face contorts in a grimace as you will your body to accommodate him. Chanyeol is relentless in driving hsi fingers into you.
"Oh, God, Chanyeol. There!" You attempt to cry as his fingers graze a spot. He grabs your arms from under you, causing you to fall against the table. He grabs the handcuffs and entraps you, using the cuffs as leverage. You whimper at the pain, but he pays no heed. Deciding that you're stretched enough, he covers his cock in lube and lets you feel it pulsating against your behind. Let's you feel his anger trembling through his cock. You whimper and buck your hips backwards, against him, feeling the prominent cock grow bigger.. His chuckle is felt before heard. His blunt nails dig into your waist, and you push against him more. Chanyeol aligns his dick against you and pushes in slowly.
He may be pissed, but he's not that much of an ass.
Chanyeol presses gentle kisses against your spine, it never gets easier. The gentleness is gone just as suddenly as it came because your hips are gripped harshly and brought to meet his repeatedly. Your arms are still held captive by the damn handcuffs and you want to scream in frustration because Chanyeol is all fucking dick. He jerks your head up by pulling on your hair and rips the scarf from your mouth to bring your lips together in a painful kiss. It's sloppy and more teeth and tongue than anything, but it really doesn't matter because that familiar uncoiling has started. He reaches around you to stroke you slightly.
You pant his name in procession, growing louder with each thrust. Chanyeol is so fluid. His hips roll against yours in perfect motion. His name leaves your lips in choppy breaths. You've given up on saying anything, but they way his body moves make you want to cry his name perfectly. Chanyeol is ruthless, hips moving faster than before and it's all you can do to not scream his name. His body curls over yours, pressing down on your shoulders for momentum.
"You know, I'm more than a little annoyed at how you pawned for his attention," he whispers into your ear. "If you're such a huge fan of his, then why isn't his dick buried inside of you?" You whimper at his words. "Because I'm the only one that can do this to you." You nod vigorously, oddly turned on by the possessive words. You know you shouldn't be, but a part of you has given up. Who the fuck cares anyway?
His cock presses in so deep, you cry out his name and in a sharp intake of breath, release. Chanyeol is still pounding into from behind, but the way your heat clenches around him, he cums a short time later. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, letting his tongue swipe away the sweat. He lazily releases your arms from their constraints and you whirl on him, letting your sexes rub against each other.
"You're such a possessive jerk," you murmur, perching yourself on the table. Chanyeol chuckles, breathlessly, and squeezes in between your legs, kissing your neck.
"It's your fault for being such a tempting bitch." You wrap your legs around him, pressing him closer. "And that's why I love you."
