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Mr. Park (M)

A Chanyeol smut requested by anon.

This picture really fucks me up, here’s my chance to use it!

And Happy New Year!

Working as the secretary for Mr. Park was a challenge, to say the least. He is very demanding and needing everything done in a timely manner, if not he would surely threaten you with ridiculous busy work or even being fired.

However, there was definitely one big perk. His son. The other Mr. Park.

Mr. Park Chanyeol.

You didn't see him much he had an office below his father’s top floor office. But when you did, oh man you forgot how to speak or even act entirely. You made a fool out of yourself in front of him more times than you could count, you’re sure.

He’s recently gone blonde, according to his father it looks ridiculous, but you just know the blonde and his skin tone would pair so well together. You’d hope to get to see him before it began to fade.

“Here.”

A stack of papers is slammed onto your desk, snapping out of your daydream.

“Take these down to my son.” Mr. Park says in his loud, demanding voice.

“Yes, sir.” You say without even thinking.

“Oh, and make sure he knows that is to be read over and signed immediately.”

He turns and disappears into his office without another word.

Well. That was, oddly, perfectly timed. You grab your stack of papers and head towards the elevators.

---

As the elevator dings and the doors open to Mr. Park’s floor, you feel your whole body fill with nerves. You’ve never set foot into his office before, you normally see him on the elevator ride up or when he walks past you to his father’s office.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before knocking on his door.

“Come in!”

Another deep breath before opening the door.

Oh my.

The white blazer and shirt the exposed so much of his chest took every thought out of head for a brief moment. And the hair. My God, the hair was absolutely stunning on him, just as you thought it would be. You’re standing in his doorway making a fool of yourself, once again.

You hear him clearing his throat. “Is there a reason my father sent you down here? Or did you sneak away from your desk to come gawk at me?”

Shit.

“I-i - Yes.” You respond. Still captivated by his unbelievable beauty.

You stare into his eyes for a second and watch his face change to a more irritated look.

“Well, what is it?”

You jump, physically snapping out the imaginary spell his handsome face seem to put you under.

“R-right!” You walk closer to his desk and hand over the stack of papers. 

“Your father said you need to look over and sign these as soon as you can.”

He takes the papers and leans back in his chair, skimming over the first page.

Again, you stand there and admire him. This is the longest you’ve been able to look a him up close.

“Was there anything else I could do for you?” He asks not looking up from the paper.

“Uh..No, Mr. Park, sir. I’ll be going now.”

You bow to him and he nods his head back, and you start towards the door, back to your desk.

---

You take a seat in your desk chair, preparing to complete whatever work Mr. Park has set on your desk while you were away. 

“And what took you so damn long? I thought I’d be leaving for the day before you got back!”

You mentally roll your eyes so hard you think if you did it in real life your eyes wouldn’t come back. You were gone for 10 minutes max. What a drama queen this man was.

“I sent you to deliver papers to my son, not everyone in the damn building! Since you think you can half ass your job while you’re working on my time, surely you won’t have a problem finishing some extra paperwork tonight on your time.”

And with that he’s gone down the hall to where you assume a meeting is about to take place. 

Great.

---

“Have a good night! Make sure all of this gets completed before you leave.” Mr. Park places another stack of papers on your desk, this time much more thick.

You take a quick glance and see a lot of blank spaces, meaning you’ll be doing a lot of writing. If it wasn't for the great pay and benefits and ridiculously hot son, you would've been applied to a new job.

About 4 pages in you hear the elevator ding and you look up and his blonde hair catches your attention. Your heart starts pounding in your chest. Did he come here to see you? No, of course. That’d be a dream though.

“What are you still doing up here?” He asks, with a lifted brow.

“Just s-some extra work. What brings you up here this time of night?” You muster up the courage to ask.

“Just came to drop off these papers that you brought down earlier.”

He disappears and reappears from his father’s office. 

He glances over your shoulder at the papers. “You know, if you want to bring those down to my office, I can help you finish them. After all it’s my fault you’re staying late.” He winks, then starts walking to the elevators.

You scramble to grab all of your papers and notebook and hurry behind him.

---

In his office he actually helps, you were honestly surprised.

You’re so immersed in the paper, you don’t even notice him look up from his paper. No longer writing, taking his time to look over your face while you’re distracted.

“Would you like to take a break?” He suddenly speaks.

You look over to the clock, it’s already midnight. You’d actually rather not. But then you look up at him and his handsome face and you don’t want to miss this opportunity to get to know him.

“Sure,” You say quietly. “What are we going to do, it’s already midnight?”

“We could just talk.”

“What about?”

“Why or even how you’ve managed to work for my dad for so long? I’m his son and I can barely do it.” You hear him laugh at the end of his sentence.

You hear yourself laugh as well.

“There it is. That beautiful smile. I never see you smile.”

You lean forward onto his desk where you’re sitting on the opposite of him. “What do you mean? You hardly see me at all.”

He leans back in his office chair and smirks while gliding his finger across his bottom lip.

“I watch you more than you think.” 

You stare at him for a moment. He looks like he’s thinking about something. His eyebrows are furrowed, but he’s still looking at you.

“Come here.” He says, making a come hither motion with his finger.

You hesitate for a just a moment, before finally standing and walking to the other side of his desk.  He turns his chair to the side, away from the desk. You stop, standing in front of him. He spreads his legs and pulls you closer by your waist.

“I see how you look at me. Can you tell me what it is you think about in that pretty little head of yours when you see my face?” He asks with such confidence. Like he already knows what it is you think about.

“M-mr. Park,” You breathe out. 

“Don’t be shy. I think about you, too.” He pulls you a little closer. “Do you want to know what I think about when I see you in that tight skirt?”

You nod your head and he grabs your hand and pulls your head to his.

“When I see you in that skirt, He whispers in your ear,  “I want to bend you over my desk, push your skirt to your waist, rip your panties off of you and taste you before pounding into you until I make you cum all. Over. My. Cock.”

He lets your hand go and you feel your knees buckle before you caught yourself and lean back up. Your breath is shaky, before you speak.

“Mr. Park, I would love for you to bend me over your desk and do whatever you want to me, sir.” You say in almost a whisper.

You watch his lips turn into a grin. He starts rubbing his hands up and down your inner thigh.

“Tell me exactly, beautiful.”

“I-i,” You let out a long sigh as his fingers graze across your clothed mound.

You lean your head back, “Mr. Park I want you to fuck me on your desk in every way you’ve imagined” You yell out.

Mr. Park lets out a breathy laugh before standing up, his chair sliding back as he does so, and bringing you to sit on his desk.

He kisses you, you kiss him back. In a clash of tongues, he manages to undo the buttons on your shirt and his, before stripping you both of them. He kisses your breast that are peaking out of the top of your bra. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to feel his hardening cock on you. 

He finally undoes your bra letting it fall to the ground and returns back to kiss and lick all over your breast. He pushes you to lay back on his desk and began kissing down your stomach and pushing your skirt up to your waist at the same time.

He looks down at your black lace panties and back up at you with a smirk. He bites the hem of them and pulls them down using only his mouth. Once he reaches your knees he lets them fall and lick his way back up to your heat and giving a long, flat lick from the opening of your vagina to the clit. Your whole body shudders at that.

“You taste even better than I thought,” he says before diving back in between your legs and continuing to give you the best head of your fucking life. His tongue hitting just the right spot over and over again. You get that warm feeling through out your body, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Mr. Park notices and quickly pulls away.

You groan and lean up on your elbows to look at him. “Mr. Park, please,” you whimper.

“I told you I want to make you cum on my dick while you’re bent over my desk,” he growls then pulls you off the desk onto your feet and turns you, harshly bending your upper body onto his desk. You let out a yelp and that earns you a hard smack on your ass.

“Scream as loud as you want, we’re the only ones here. I can promise you that.”

You feel his fingers sliding up and down your wet heat, then you hear him spit into his hand. You look back and watch him jerk off for a second, moistening his cock for you. You look up to his face and you catch his eyes already looking at you. You see his eyes completely filled with lust and you’re so consumed by it you literally let your head fall back to onto the desk and patiently wait for him to slide in you.

Then you feel him rubbing the tip around the edges of your heat gathering even more wetness for you. 

He thrusts into you, one hand on the back of your neck and the other with a tight grip on your hip. He starts thrusting at a consistently fast pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the faint sound of the desk legs sliding against the floor is the only thing you can hear. 

“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you to touch yourself while I fuck you on my desk.”

“Yes Mr. Park, anything, sir.” You say panting.

You slip your hand in between your body and the desk and find a way to massage your clit at a speed a little slower than Mr. Park’s thrusting.

You start moaning out, the mixture of him pounding into you and your fingers on your clit increasing your pleasure.

“Yes, baby, let me hear all those sounds come out of your pretty lips,” he’s almost yelling with how close he’s getting.

He’s moaning now too. The sound of his breathy moans make that warmth feeling come back, spreading all over your body until you come completely undone writhing on his cock just how he wanted.

“Uhh fuck, the way you’re clenching right n- ohhhh,” he lets out a long throaty moan as he quickly pulls out and spurts onto what you were hoping was your ass, but considering you didn’t feel it, you know it was your skirt.

He goes to find his office chair and plops down onto it, his pants still around his ankles and his panting making his bare chest move up and down.

You sit up and stare at him, sure you’re looking absolutely wrecked.

“Mr. Park, that was-”

He cuts you off, “Would you like to go dinner with me sometime, my treat of course.” He says with a smile

You’re looking for words to say, but with him in his current state looking at you like that, all you want to say is fuck me again and again and again

“Well?” He chuckles, “I thought after this fuck you’d be able to look at me without getting lost in your imagination...we have plenty of time to try everything you’ve yet to tell me about.”

“And you can call me Chanyeol, love.”

◤ EXO┃AU! ◥  A Court of Thorns and Roses

● Here is more

{exo!yuri on ice!au} ‘’  we were born to make history ’’

[ exo| aesthetic ] ‘‘C'est la vie’‘

{exo!aesthetic} ‘’ We going ko ko bop ’’

{exo!kimi no na wa!au!} ‘’  we are time fliers ‘’

{exo!seven deadly sins} Oh Sehun and Park Chanyeol are G R E E D 

                      '’Greed is the inventor of injustice as well as the current enforcer.’’

Part{5/7}

“No matter how hard it is, I always smile like an idiot."😁❤

-Chanyeol🖇