#tho im almost tempted to write a follow up

You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic……

 You didn’t know how you and Chanyeol had ended up here, sprawled across the middle seat of his ridiculously big SUV. In fact, you only knew two things at that moment: His rough kisses on your neck were probably going to leave marks, and his fingers were working magic under your skirt as he pulled your panties down your legs. 

When the lacy fabric hit your knees, you slipped your fingers over his and whispered, “Here, let me.” You twisted from one knee to another, with a hand gripping Chanyeol’s shoulder for balance. A flick of your wrist, and the scrap of lace landed somewhere near his feet. 

He watched the whole show, and his grin glowed in the sliver of light that streaked in from outside. “You’re twisty. I feel like I just watched a magic trick!” His laugh hit you low in your body, matched by the slide of his fingers over your now-bare folds. 

“Yoga,” you replied before pressing a quick, smacking kiss against his lips. Your fingers strayed down to his belt, his waistband, and the glorious hardness underneath. “And for my next trick…”

The rest happened in a rush of sensation. One second you were achingly empty; the next, Chanyeol filled you with his cock. You moaned as you sank down onto him, and your shaking fingers dug into his shirt for balance.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?” Again, his voice felt like another caress, and in response, your muscles pulsed around him almost without thought. 

“Fuck,” Chanyeol gasped and bucked his hips underneath you. “I’ll take that as a yes." 

"Just keep talking, Yeol. Keep talking to me while you fuck me.” It was all you could manage as you worked your hips over him. 

And he did. He kept up a steady, low chorus of, Yes, baby, or, Oh, yeah, that’s good, or many other gasped phrases that kept you moving against him. 

Soon, though, you noticed another sound catching your attention. This didn’t match the rhythm of bodies moving together, panting breaths, or low exclamations and encouragement. What was it? If you paid a bit closer attention, maybe you could figure it ou–

Your eyes snapped open to an annoying radio jingle and pale sunlight streaming into your bedroom window. Instant realization had you sitting up in bed. A dream? That whole thing had been a dream?! (Oh, you like that, don’t you, baby?)

You didn’t know what to make of this. (Baby.) “What the fuck, brain,” you sighed and rolled to turn off your alarm. The music had been disruptive, but you knew that it wasn’t going to erase Chanyeol’s voice from your mind. It really had sounded like he’d been whispering dirty things in your ear. 

This was going to stay with you for a while. (Mmm, baby…) For now, though, you had to get your ass out of bed and take the longest and possibly coldest shower of your life before getting ready for class.