HEAT • Chanrosé

nine

Chaeyoung gasped, her breath fluttering in her chest as her body shook, writhing against his grip on her thighs. She smiled with every lift of tongue, sucking in her bottom lip when the pad of his fingers dug deep into hips, one straying away to slip deep. Her hands sank into his thick hair, gripping the stands into fists. The room filled with the sweet sound of her airy moans.

Good morning to her.

"Getting you off might be my new favorite hobby." He whispered huskily, peering up from between her legs. Her chest hitched, feeling those fingers tease her. Chaeyoung learned that he loved watching her, as if that wasn't apparent enough before.

Her ribs peaked though as she calmed her breathing, coming down gracefully from her high. "I thought cooking was your hobby." Chaeyoung hummed while he hovered over her, placing gifted kisses where he wanted.

"Cooking is my profession." Chanyeol replied with a matter of fact tone, leveling his eyes with hers. His lips twitched, she hadn't know him in this way for long but she knew he was fighting a smirk. "But I can make you my profession if you'd like."

"I wouldn't mind that." She replied, bitting her lip. His secure arms were placed by the sides of her head, giving clear view of every curve and ridge of muscle as they held him above her. She trailed her eyes along them not hiding how much she loved looking at them.

He lifted away off the bed, chuckling deep. "I know you wouldn't."

Chaeyoung pouted, watching his broad, underwear clad frame walk away, the impressions of her pleasure from last night across his shoulders and back. "Where are you going?"

"Actual work." His voice boomed and echoed from the bathroom, the sound of the shower following after.

She glanced around his room, thinking about joining him, asking for her own show but it dawned on her that she had spent the last 24 hours housed mostly in his room and she hadn't even noticed. It's not like there had been even a moment for her to observed. They had been too occupied to really remember that a world actually existed.

As she crawled from the bed, she scanned her eyes over her groundings. Chaeyoung noticed a black gym bag in the corner with a basketball to the side of it, maybe that's where he disappeared to most of the time. But other than that, there wasn't much else. Only a couple of unpacked boxes from his move from America and a bed that they had caused a mess of. It was so much different than hers. Literally the day she moved in, Chaeyoung had made the room hers. Lights, pictures, her rows of poem books. But his was bare.

She puffed out her cheeks, slightly disappointed that there wasn't anything that told her who he was other than a sex god and a lowkey famous chef. Chanyeol had only given her glimpses, even as they laid in bed teasing tracing their eyes over each other. The most he had said about himself was while he cooked, the rest of his words had been about her and dirty talk.

But that didn't change the fact of how he had been making her feel. Chanyeol still looked at her like she was the death of him, just like that night in the strip club. All with that look, he made her feel craved for. She had never seen it in any man she had dated before. 

Though, could she even call this dating?

She winced, Chaeyoung didn't want to be that girl. The one that questions what their label was the second after having sex. But she couldn't read him, or that goddamn look in his eyes and she wasn't the type to fall like this. Guys were the ones that fell for her this way, not the other way around. Chaeyoung wouldn't even call any of her past 'relationships', relationships at all. They were casual sex, with a dash of the sweetness of a relationship. But down the line, she would get bored and noticed her eyes starting to drift towards other men, letting her know it was time to end whatever her and the guy were in.