I grunted as I lifted my tray of used clothes. My brother, Baek-beom, is playing video games at the living room and he didn't even look at me as I slowly went down the stairs, leaning against the wall for support.

"Mind helping me here?" I panted. It's a Saturday and I'm in charge of the laundry which honestly sucks because when I do my job well, my brother won't. He's just one of the laziest person I've ever known.

Baek-beom grinned without looking away from the screen. "What time is it?" he asked as he frantically presses on the game console at hand. On the screen, I could see the zombies closing in on him and he aimlessly fired on them, sending blood and meat on the camera. I groaned when I reached the floor. I still have to go back upstairs and get my brother's tray. 

"It's almost 8 am." I answered, wiping sweat on my neck. "Why?"

"Chanyeol will come around later." he answered, throwing me a smirk. "I'm sure he'll be more than happy to help you with your chores."

I gave him a disgusted glare. "What the hell?" I hissed. "You want him to help with these?! Where's your shame, brother?" I rolled my eyes in utter disbelief but before he could give me another stupid reply, Chanyeol's car came into notice, its silent purr arriving in front our apartment.

Pissed with his attitude, I grabbed a shirt from my tray and threw it to Baek-beom before running out of the door. I wasn't able to shower and I smell of sweat and dust. I suddenly feel really conscious about my present state and I desperately tried to fix my hair and straighten my shirt.

Chanyeol stepped out his car after a second. He's wearing white pull-over and ripped jeans. "Babe," he called when he saw me. "Good morning!" I walked down the stairs and to him, tiptoeing so I could give him a kiss on the lips. When I pulled back, I maintained a safe distance from him.  

"I smell awful." I muttered. "I'm doing laundry today."

"Need some help?" Chanyeol immediately asked and he started to fold up the sleeve of his shirt.

I shook my head and gave him a smile. "The washing machine's doing fine." I said, gesturing to the apartment. "You could stay at the living room. Baek-beom's playing The Walking Dead. He would like it if you join him."

Chanyeol smiled instead, taking me by the waist and guiding me back to the apartment. Our family house is located too far from the university my brother and I are attending so we're forced to rent an apartment for now to save time and money. My boyfriend often comes to visit and my parents are glad someone's taking care of me when they're not around.

"Yo, Chanyeol!" my brother greeted the moment we entered the house. "Wanna play with me for a while?"

Chanyeol waved at him with his free hand. "Thanks but I guess I'll be helping Baekhyun for now." he smiled wide and Baek-beom gave me a rather knowing smile, nodding in expectation. Of course Chanyeol would turn him down for me. He always does that anyway.

"Okay." my brother nodded. "Take care of my sis for now. I'll be heading out in a few."

I stomped towards my brother, grabbing his shirt. "What did you just call me?!" I sneered, glaring down at him.

"Um, sis?" he chuckled and I punched his face, earning groans and whimpers from him as he stumbled to the floor. "Damn it, Baek! What was that for?!" He tried to get up but I kicked his leg away.

"You're really asking me?!" I growled. "Want some more?!" I raised my fist to his face and he shook his head, annoyed. Chanyeol is suddenly there, grabbing my arm and pulling me off my brother.

"Let's get the laundry done before you kill him." he laughed, dragging me towards the laundry room as I continued to raise my fist in the air. I could still hear my brother cursing at me but we ignored him and Chanyeol pushed the door close, locking it behind him.

I rolled my eyes, walking towards the far wall and grabbing the tray of clothes. "There's another tray by the foot of the stairs and one inside my brother's room." I said as I prepare the detergents. "Mind getting them for me?"

Chanyeol shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. "No problem." he opened the door, stepping outside.

After a few minutes, he's back with two trays at hand and he helped me separate the white and colored shirts, pants, under wears, jackets, and others. This is the third time he helped me do laundry and he seemed pretty used to it now.

"You still didn't tell me why you're here." I said as I turned the faucet open, filling the washing machine with enough water. I glanced at Chanyeol who's stacking up the trays now. He's wearing expensive shoes and pants and I can't believe he's helping me do laundry in that state. I repeat, laundry. 

Chanyeol shrugged, pulling a wooden stool from the corner. "Dad and Mom are finally home," he started, watching me gather all the whites and put them inside the washer. "My sister told them she's back, too, and they want to have dinner." 

I gave him a confused glance. "Want me to help you shop for clothes?" 

"Nope." Chayeol answered. "They want you to have dinner with us. You haven't seen them in a while. Of course they missed you." 

I pressed a button and the machine came to life, spinning all the clothes inside it. Chanyeol held out a hand and I took it, letting him guide me to his lap. "What time?" I wrapped my arm around his neck and for once, I tried to forget I still smell of sweat. Chanyeol didn't seem to mind because he started kissing my neck. 

"8 pm tonight?" he muttered. 

I tilted my head to one side. "Hm. Hm." I sighed. "Fine. I'll go with you." 

Chanyeol's other hand went to my waist. "You set it for how any minutes?" he suddenly asked, referring to the washing machine which is making too much noise inside this small laundry room. 

"Ten?" my eyes fluttered close and I can't help it. 

"Mind if I do this?" Chanyeol asked and before I have the time to answer, he slipped his hand under my shirt, feeling my sweaty skin underneath. My own hand flew to his, pushing it away.

I let out a groan. "I would mind." I hissed as I tried to pull back. 

"You're sweating." Chanyeol chuckled against my neck. "Let me take this off you." 

I rolled my eyes but I stopped resisting, letting my arm fall to my side as he continued pulling my shirt off my head. He threw it to the pile of clothes on the floor and it's not weird that I feel no self consciousness even when I'm shirtless and this close to him. Chanyeol smirked down at me, leaning close enough until I could feel his lips brushing against mine. 

"I have laundry to finish." I breathed, teasing him with a fast kiss.

Chanyeol's hand traveled to my back, keeping me in place and preventing me from backing away. "Let me tell you something," he whispered in that bedroom voice of his. "Last night, I had a dream." 

His words made me frown in curiousness. "What was it?" I cocked my head to one side, studying his face for any sign of joke or mischief. Chanyeol's eyes are dark with want and his look is oozing with sex appeal right now. 

"We're making love," he started as he neared his face to mine. "On your washer." 

I gasped as he suddenly crashed his lips to mine. The pile of clothes around our feet is suddenly forgotten and I can't help but kiss him back, letting his tongue taste every corner of my mouth. Chanyeol is such a great kisser and I would die letting anyone feel how his lips slide along mine and how his soft tongue run over the roof of my mouth and over my teeth. He suddenly caught my tongue, sucking it until I have to moan loudly, my hands flying to his shoulders and tugging unto his shirt. 

Without breaking our kiss, Chanyeol stood from his seat, taking me by the waist and pressing me against the washer. I gasped when I felt the machine vibrating monstrously against my butt and Chanyeol took the chance to grind his member against mine, making my breath hitch and come out as a sob. 

Chanyeol reached behind me and pressed a button. With a yelp, I felt the washing machine vibrate faster and harder this time. "Feel that?" Chanyeol panted when he broke the kiss. He squeezed me between the washer and him, my knees suddenly feels so week and I could feel tears threatening to fill my eyes. The pleasure is just so, so much to contain.

His large hands grabbed my waist and he carried me until I'm sitting over the machine. "Oh my god." I gasped and Chanyeol started kissing me hard, too hard I could feel his teeth against my lips, threatening to cut them. The washer is producing too much movement, too much vibration, and it sends me a different kind of sensation. I could feel my member bouncing and moving under me, brushing against my shorts and briefs. I could come with this. I would definitely come soon. 

"Oh, baby," Chanyeol moaned, his lips sucking along my neck. "You're so sexy, you know that?" I could feel his palms roaming my body very slowly, as if he's feeling my every inch, every part. But his harsh kisses also tells me he's not taking his time with these and we both know why. My brother's outside and he's not as complying as Chanyeol's sister. 

With my eyes half-closed, I started pulling Chanyeol's shirt off and he started reaching for the front of my shorts. I bit my lip when his fingers found the hem of my briefs, pulling on it harshly. The jerky movements of the washing machine made it hard for him to undress me but we managed, kicking my shorts and briefs together off my leg. 

Chanyeol chuckled against my neck and I pulled him closer by his shoulders, zeroing the space between our bodies. "You smell so good," he breathed against my neck. 

"Liar." I moaned and he laughed but I barely heard him because he started stroking my member, making me groan and whimper under him. Chanyeol's rough palm is a benefit because it provided more friction when he's touching me. Also, he knows how to do me. He's expert when it comes to my body. He knows me too well. 

"Baekhyun! Where's breakfast?" my brother's muffled voice came from the kitchen. 

I groaned and Chanyeol's hand tightened around my c*ck. "Fridge!" I shouted back and I beg to all the gods that I didn't sound like a btch. There's silence and Chanyeol continued feasting on my skin and rubbing the tip of my member with his thumb. He started spreading pre-come along my length and I let him do so, my fingers digging into his skin. 

When Chanyeol's lips started to travel to my chest, I gasped and a tear rolled from my eye. He started sucking on my nipple, making me moan his name and grab his soft hair. "Oh, Chanyeol..." I breathed heavily and my voice vibrates with the machine. "Babe... Ha..." Chanyeol fastened his sucks and his tongue flicked the tip so fast it's making me tear up again. 

"Keep still," Chanyeol commanded as he sucked on my nips and stroke my member at once. His free hand kept on roaming my body, making me shiver and moan. When I felt the washing machine's movements starting to fade, I reached for the button and let it run for another ten minutes. I felt Chanyeol chuckle over me. 

"Just fck me, please," I moaned. "Now." 

With a playful smile over his gorgeous face, Chanyeol pulled back and I slid off the machine. I gasped when the machine's surface touched my chest and tummy. I grabbed the edges as Chanyeol spread my legs wide. I heard him unbuckling his belt and soon enough, his hands are palming my butt, making me moan again. I felt cold air hitting my hole and I squeezed my eyes shut, deciding to concentrate on the pleasure that's soon to fill me up. 

"Raw or what?" Chanyeol chuckled behind me. 

I swallowed. "Anything you want." I moaned. "Just do it." 

Suddenly, I felt a wet muscle probe my hole. When I thought it's Chanyeol's tongue, the tip tried to slowly enter me and I realized it's Chanyeol's member being wet with pre-come. I sobbed and my knees started to shake. 

"Fck!" I cursed. The machine is shaking violently now and I can't wait to feel Chanyeol inside me. "Do it!" 

"Needy as ever, baby." Chanyeol breathed and when I least expected it, Chanyeol slammed his member inside me, making me scream. My hands gripped the edges until I could feel my knuckles go white. Chanyeol started moving with the machine and I could feel two sensations right now: the washer vibrating against my member and Chanyeol thrusting into me wildly. 

"Oh my fcking... Ah!" Chanyeol continued fcking me and it's both painful and sweet. I started crying, I know, because tears are now flowing from my eyes. I almost regret him fcking me raw when the tip of Chanyeol's member hit my sensitive spot. "Yeol..." I sobbed. "Ah... Oh my... Ha..." 

Chanyeol gripped my waist, skin slapping against each other, come dripping from my hole and legs. I could hear Chanyeol grunting over me and he seems to be controlling his moans. When we're making love, he always tries to lower the noises he makes. I asked him once and he said he wants to hear me make the sexy sounds. 

"Faster?" he groaned.

I nodded, licking my lips. "And harder." 

Chanyeol obeyed and he's so good I could feel myself reaching my climax too fast. He thrusts into me, faster and harder as I had ordered him to do. His nails dug on my skin and I'm afraid he'll wound me up. 

After a few more thrusts, I came with a muffled scream. 

And I came again after a few seconds. 

"Oh my god, Baekhyun!" Chanyeol moaned and his member twitched inside me for a couple of times before he came in my hole, seed filling me up to my core. 

When  thought I could give him another fat, wet kiss on the lips, I suddenly felt myself fainting. 

Again.