Ring 1 - In Your Fantasy [PT. 2]
Round 2 - Seonghwa
Intensity: Modest
Pairing: Mafia!Seonghwa x StripperFem!Reader
Word Count: 9.3K (LONG FIC)
Summary: A few days have passed since your encounter with the infamous captain of Ateez. A few days of non-stop thinking about your night and its contents. Little to your knowledge, others in the main 8 have heard the rumors of Hongjoong’s appearance at the club. More especially his right hand, Seonghwa himself. And after his inquisitive chat with Hongjoong of the aftermath, he decides to come down and see for himself.
Content Warnings: Heavy Dom/Sub elements, Dom!Seonghwa, brat-taming, brat!reader, themes of strip dancing/alcohol/slight violence (mentioned), teasing, rough sex, overstimulation, cumming more than once, possessive behavior, thigh riding, massive condescension, subspace, dumbification, slapping, spanking, choking, degradation, praise, nicknames/namecalling of all kinds (doll, sweetheart, slut, Belle, etc.), control kink, bondage, hint of mxm lol (MATZ) 🤭
Author Notes: I know I know. This came out way later than I expected and way later than I wanted to. For one, the first idea I had for this part didn’t match the vibe I wanted so I had to scrap the fic and start over. Two, I took advantage of me being home for holidays and got SUPER lazy I fear. Some other stuff also happened too that I won’t mention for personal reasons but we all good now. We back on the grind and this fic came out so good and I hope you guys like. Hopefully this was worth somewhat worth the wait and without further ado, please enjoy round 2 of Ring 1!
A knock vibrates against the wooden door to Hongjoong’s office.
“Enter.” A young man peeks through as he opens the door, letting in another past its barrier much taller than the bodyguard letting him in. Jet-black hair slicked back that highlighted the strong, sharp features of his face. Full lips, tan-kissed complexion, keen eyes with a knack for intimidation. Known to most as the right hand to the captain, but to Hongjoong, it’s merely one of his closest friends paying a visit.
“Seonghwa. Back so soon from the deal?”
“Not soon enough, I fear. Negotiations took longer than expected with Christopher, but we thankfully reached a compromise. Some drinks over a game of poker, and suddenly we’re cut for a rise in our profits with the Stray Kids,” Seonghwa comments as he removes his jacket to place on Hongjoong’s coat rack. The owner in question gestures for his friend to take a seat across his desk, two cold glasses of whiskey already awaiting for the two.
“Bangchan and his love for poker games. Whenever it’s him negotiating, I always notice that’s his go-to for settling a deal. I’m starting to think he has an obsession,” Hongjoong comments, taking a sip from his glass.
“Can’t a man negotiate over a good game? I, for one, would much rather play a game for a deal than a tense standoff with trigger happy men.”
“But then where’s the thrill of knowing ‘this could be your last deal?’ The race through your veins at the sounds of gunfire and running from death herself?”
“Careful, you’re frothing at the mouth there. You’re gonna get yourself killed one day, adrenaline junkie,” Seonghwa comments, swirling the brown liquor in his glass.
“Not if you’re there to have my back,” Hongjoong chuckles, raising his glass with a smirk to which his friend scoffs, clinking his glass with his.
“My point exactly.” The two exchange a look, share a small laugh before downing a good portion of their glasses. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, never more or less when Hongjoong was with Seonghwa and vice versa. The two were an even match when it came to personality but the perfect balance to the other’s flaws. What one lacked in one area, the other made up for, leading to them feeling in sync on a level the other six couldn’t reciprocate. At least not to their degree.
They shared further banter, discussions of recent deals and future ones needed for the organization. The pair idly passed topics of finances, ‘products,’ the other six and their shenanigans, then to the topic of their clubs across the city. It started small with just the routine check-ins of each, rising up from the least popular to their most successful, Seonghwa already impressed just seeing its earnings alone.
“I must say, In Your Fantasy has made quite the name under our belt,” he comments to Hongjoong, now already on his third glass of whiskey. His face remains neutral at the information.
“Haven’t you noticed? What kind of leaders would we be if we didn’t keep track of our businesses?”
“You know my aversion to that side of our business. It’s mainly Wooyoung and Yeosang’s job to keep track of those pages in our books,” Hoonjoong chimes as he eyes his friend.
“Sure but it’s still a necessity to at least be somewhat up to date. Though, I suppose I can’t be too harsh on you for this one since this club seems to be one of the more recent ones we opened. Just 8 months ago. Astounding.” Seonghwa sips leisurely from his drink, his eyes holding contact with Hongjoong’s. A strike of tension pangs his chest from his right hand’s gaze.
“Even more impressive is the talk around it. Constant clients rolling in, hot new toys joining the cast at work,” he pauses as he drinks, “celebrity guest stars.” Hongjoong clicks his tongue. So that’s was this about.
“Rumors spread fast, huh?”
“So they are true.” The room goes silent, aside from the clink of Hongjoong’s glass on the mahogany of his desk. Seonghwa eyes his friend, mischievous and waiting in his gaze that was hard to ignore.
“Depends on what they say.” Hongjoong takes another sip, the brown liquid going smooth and strong down his throat.
“They’re saying how ‘one of the eight’ came for a surprise visit for the first time since opening. Not just anyone, they said ‘the damn captain’ himself.” Hongjoong’s eyes dart between Seonghwa’s, a small silence passing them.
“They also mentioned the captain surrounding a particular patron of the club for most of the night. Going so far as disappearing in one of their VIP rooms.” Seonghwa, smiling with his empty glass, leans forward in his lounge chair.
“Have something you want to tell me, captain?” He mocks him with his nickname he only uses to tease Hongjoong or get under his skin. In this instance, it’s both.
“Didn’t think it was that important, like I’ve said, I have an aversion to these things.”
“Yet you were seen at our most infamous clubs in the city then disappeared with one of the top strippers in the entire building?” Seonghwa with a steady voice, a small smirk painting his lips.
“Was she? I hadn’t a clue.”
“Playing dumb doesn’t suit you, Hongjoong. Especially not with me.” Hongjoong raises a brow, throwing a taunt back his way.
“Everything suits me if I play it right.”
“But you never could with me. Can't with me. Your lips twitching give too much away.” Hongjoong couldn’t help the deep chuckle in his chest, cutting it short before grabbing his glass again.
“Oh? Does staring at my lips enough tell you that?” He matches Seonghwa’s smirk, more manic and teasing than the one he currently copies. Almost as if it was an invitation only Seonghwa knew what for.
“Tells me more than that, actually.” His eyes flicker to them for just a moment.
“Care to share?” Hongjoong questions with a tilt to his head. The air was thick, deep in its density it would need more than a knife to cut through its walls. A task becoming increasingly harder the longer the two held each other’s glare. Neither showed any signs of discomfort or nervousness, instead seeming to dare the other to turn away first and back down in defeat. To turn away from the silent conversation between the two, to acknowledge the outside around them they had forgotten in this moment.
“What made you go there, ‘Joong?” Seonghwa breaks the ice first, his voice soft in his inquiry. Hongjoong, startled from his thoughts, licks his lips before they twitch.
“I wanted to make an appear-”
“Don’t lie to me.” Another beat passes the two, defeat evident in Hongjoong as his smirk almost falls.
“A poster. An invitation to one of their strippers performances. Came from a talk with Wooyoung and Yeosang during one of their routine check-ins with the clubs, mainly about the ‘employees’ of oldest to newest. One had caught my ear, the patron the rumors detailed me around.” Seonghwa, intrigued, sets his whiskey down as he leans forward in his chair, just by a hair. Eyes darting all about Hongjoong’s figure as he listens with intent.
“Apparently, not only was she the newest on their list with a staggering rise to popularity, she was recruited from another clan.” At this information, Seonghwa’s brow rises.
“We’ve had enemy recruits before, yet they’ve never caught your eye. Or last here long enough to catch your eye.”
“Who do you think is responsible for that?” It was Seonghwa’s turn for his smile to falter, the confusion setting in to melt into his thoughts before turning into understanding. He eyes his friend across the table, now downing the rest of his drink with his eyes stuck on his again, some of the brown escaping and dripping down his chin as he sets the empty glass beside him.
“I’ll be damned. You can keep stuff from me.”
“Don’t be dismal, this ‘testing arrangement’ started fairly recently. Wooyoung and Yeosang wanted me to see if they had enough knowledge to stick around after knowing what shit they were really in. Thought ‘who better to break the news than meeting the one who runs the show?’” He chuckles to himself, much to Seonghwa’s annoyance.
“But this one alluded me. Only after 3 and a half months she had been hired by Wooyoung and Yeosang did they tell me about her. Before I could oppose them, they dropped me a key detail about why they kept her for so long.”
“Not only did she come from a rival group, but she was high up in their intelligence unit.” Seonghwa’s mouth nearly dropped open.
“Intelligence unit? How did they let her leave alive?”
“They didn’t. We destroyed them a week after she escaped.”
“Wait. The Red River clan we terminated?” Hongjoong nods as his friend begins to understand.
“And Wooyoung and Yeosang gave her a place at their newest club. She had a show that night they revealed this to me and told me to see her for myself.”
“She was…defying.” A breath of a sigh leaves his lips, causing Seonghwa to tilt his head in curiosity.
“In my expectations of her. All the others before were too fragile, brittle in the sense of what they thought they could withstand after learning what they were really working for. And the ones who thought they could handle it didn’t last with me. Either too timid or impudent, trying too hard to mask something sour with a guise of something sweet. Falling short before any fun could begin.”
“Too rough with your toys?”
“You sound surprised.” Hongjoong’s remark was as sharp as Seonghwa’s eyes on him. The latter gives a curtsy shake of his head as if genuinely answering the question.
“Not surprised; anticipated,” Seonghwa replies, a flash of heat sparking in his chest at the amused, knowing smirk from Hongjoong.
“So what’s different about this one?” Seonghwa sighs while pouring the two another glass, ignoring the heat that passed by while holding his friend’s gaze.
Surprisingly, Hongjoong breaks contact first, his gaze dropping to the tipsy contents before him. He swirls the liquid inside as he thinks of how to summarize that night. Flashes of you coming to the forefront of his mind. Flashes of your performance, your encounter in the hallway, your lips wrapped tight around his cock to the moment you cried and broke around him.
He takes a long drink, his eyes going back up to Seonghwa to slow his thoughts before they went out of hand, unfortunately doing little to ease the tightness in his pants.
“That good, I assume from your silence?” Hongjoong gives him a Chesire’s grin as a response, eyes low with intrigue from the idea popping in his head.
“Actually, why don’t you go to the club tonight? See the dime for yourself? It’s clear my words won’t do her justice. And what better way for you to understand my odd choice than to point to the reason I made it?”
It was Seonghwa’s turn to think in silence. By all means, he had the time now. No deals or ‘paperwork’ to sign with the others, no meetings nor other necessities that could take up his time. From this standpoint, his night was free and he was over-due for a stress-relief. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little engrossed in this mystery temptress himself. Hongjoong was always a man of his word, something Seonghwa always took seriously.
Besides, what’s a little harm in moderate indulgence?
“Suggesting a personal trip?”
“You always say ‘seeing is believing.’ I’ve never let you down yet, haven’t I?”
“And if this does?” Seonghwa raises a brow for an answer he already knows is coming.
“Then I’ll compensate you for your troubles myself.” A huff leaves Seonghwa’s chest that’s followed by Hongjoong grinning wide at his friend’s acceptance. The two share a toast before finishing their glasses, promptly followed with Hongjoong rising from his seat and trailing behind his right hand as he grabs his coat. Just as Seonghwa prepares his exit, a hand on his shoulder momentarily stops him.
“Little heads up, don’t hold back.” The latter chuckles before nodding, a small fluster painting his cheeks.
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10:37 pm, 23 minutes before his scheduled time with you. Seonghwa pulls into the backlot of the club only reserved for the main 8. His car hums to a dead silence, stepping out and sporting a black trench coat hiding a white, long sleeve button up covered by a meticulous vest and tie. One would mistaken him heading to a business meeting, not a place of scandalous intent.
He greets a bouncer near the elevator up to the club, previously contacted by Seonghwa a few hours before his arrival. Given specific yet simple instructions.
“Good evening, Mr. Park. Private party, as requested,” the tall guard explains, nearly bigger than Seonghwa if you stared close enough.
“Are you certain no one knows of my arrival?”
“Fantasy treatment assures the parties’ name remains anonymous unless solicited otherwise. Only person who knows is the woman you pay for.” Seonghwa nods in approval as he follows the man close behind in the elevator. Inside, the two are hugged by plush, velvet walls on either side of them, a floor-to-ceiling mirror enclosing the box behind them. A chime sounds from the guard pressing a floor button, but the number glowing strikes confusion in Seonghwa. 3rd floor.
“I was told there were only two floors here,” Seonghwa chimes with a curious tone, the guard beside him smirking as he stares at the velvet doors in front of them.
“There is. But to those that know - and can afford it - a third option is available. ‘Fantasy treatment,’ 8 doors, 8 for the lucky few to choose.” Like on cue, the double doors split to reveal an opening, small in space like a lobby at a hotel. Enclosed with a wall on the other side with hallways mirroring each other at the top corners. Each side had arrows pointing down the direction of the hallways’ opening, only the left held the numbers 1-4 while the others read 5-8.
“By all means, lead the way,” Seonghwa replies, his arm swaying outward towards the lobby for the guard. The young man nods with a bow, walking out towards the left side of the space, doors 1-4 glowing a sultry, neon red. Acting like a signal calling out those to follow down its tempting path of sin.
The two turn the corner - once, then one last time - before Seonghwa is greeted to another hallway, this one surprisingly spacious and stretching farther than anticipated. For a secret underground part of the club, the substantial amount of space was more than impressive, the other doors spiking Seonghwa’s curiosity as the pair passed them by. He wondered if every room behind the door was the same, what lay behind the doors already a mystery the more thought he put into it. The only difference between them all being the numbers, starting from 4, then 3, 2, stopping at the fated door with luminous number 1 in its center.
“Here we are. The door will remain locked till the remainder of your time here or until you decide to take your leave after your time with her. She'll be there soon, inside will be a menu atop a table for drink preferences or requests. Fill them out, then she’ll take them out to you before the show. The rest happens on your own accord and whatever you’d like to do with her. She holds nearly no limits. Any questions you have for me, Mr. Park?” He gives the words some thought, letting the muffled bass of the club music vibrate above them for a moment.
“No, that answers everything for this part. I assume if I have any, they’ll be answered once I pass this door?” The guard nods in response.
“Correct. I do hope you enjoy your time here, Mr. Park. A pleasure as always.” Before the guard departs, he opens the door for the right hand, slipping the key into Seonghwa’s hand before closing it behind him.
Inside was the perfect embodiment of ravishing and comfort. Same style of color and material from the elevator for the walls, only these were an ombre blend, starting with a dark red at the ceiling before fading into red then orange to floor. Orange LED lights hugged the bottom outlines of the area, leaving no inch of the room untouched and granting the perfect amount of red-orange light for pure desire to sink its teeth into anyone that steps into its cage.
Like the lobby, the room was fairly spacious, as big as a studio apartment with the bare minimum of basic necessities. Straight ahead from the door was a half circle couch with blood red colors, a circular table sitting just in front of it with a paper on its glass encasing. Vibrant posters of tonights’ star were splattered on the walls around the room. All scandalous and deeply enticing in what they posed for their clients. And completing the enclosure of the room, displayed ahead of the luxurious couch was a wide, round stage with a singular pole in its center.
Seonghwa strolls deeper, circling the couch and sinking into the cushions with an audible sigh. The silky fuzz of the velvet hugs him perfectly, even more so without the layer of his trench coat concealing him. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he eyes the contents on the table. To the left lay the drink menu with 8 choices for the picking with simple instructions to circle the drink then drop it in a mailbox near a door frame covered by a curtain close to the stage.
Simple enough, Seonghwa thinks. He circles the one called Ice on my Teeth then walks over to a small, black drop deposit box in the wall by the stage door and promptly submits the paper. As he returns to his seat, he lets his mind wander about what lay ahead for the rest of the night. Thinking about what would come, to the personal show, then to you. Hongjoong’s early words, more accurately lack thereof, still rang in his head. Throughout the entire day, he couldn’t help but become more and more curious about you and what you’d done to make his closest friend that speechless. Were you truly that special that it made a man like him stutter on his breath? If so, then what should Seonghwa expect? Something incredible that you surpassed his expectations? Or disappoint him with a subpar performance not enough to reach the immense presumptions given about you?
The more his queries ran, so too did his excitement. As well as his hunger for the persona Hongjoong didn’t have the ability to articulate.
“Mr. Park, I presume?” Your voice chimes through the doorway next to the stage, voice laced with curious interest at the sight of the man in front of you. The man in question taken aback from the sudden intrusion on his train of thought. But what a welcome intrusion it was.
He understood why Hongjoong suggested he come see you himself. His eyes immediately caught sight of the sleeveless navy-blue dress hugging your body so tight it barely reached below your ass. Your curves accentuated - sharp and sinful - so perfectly it was envious with your bare legs for the eyes to salivate at their defined muscle from months of work. It didn’t help that the dress had a diamond window where your breasts were, their flesh spilling out that made them look as plump as peaches. Just every feature about you was presented in such profound confidence it was pissing Seonghwa off the more he remembered how long Hongjoong had kept this secret to himself. Though, after seeing why, it was hard to blame him.
“Did I come at a bad time?” You chime with a playful smile as you walk towards him, setting down his drink on the table while keeping your eyes on his.
“On the contrary. I was beginning to think I was alone,” Seonghwa lies prettily, flashing you a subtle smile as he eyes his drink. A small glass housing clear-blue contents inside, white and silver glitter spread all over its surface. Like ice on a snowy day.
“Waiting builds tension. Makes it all the more satisfying when it snaps.” Seonghwa watches you place a napkin and straw on the table before you stand up. Back straight, chest puffed out, hips cocked to one side with your head tilted the opposite direction and hands behind you. Heavy eyes stare back at him, a lazy smirk curling up your cheek.
“Hard to disagree with that strategy.”
“Glad to know it worked then.”
“Hm, never said it did for me.”
“You didn’t have to. Your eyes gave you away.” It was Seonghwa’s turn to cock his head, leaning forward on his elbows to reach for his drink.
“Quite the confidence,” he comments as he tastes the cocktail, pleasantly satisfied with the strong yet sweet feel down his throat.
“I wouldn’t be good at my job if I wasn’t. Though, most would call it something else,” you shrug, causing a short chuckle to escape Seonghwa as you begin to turn towards your original entrance.
“So I’ve heard. Might I say, your reputation precedes you well.” You come to a slow stop, just next to the doorframe.
“Oh? Do tell from who. I love when people brag about my achievements,” you quip, sarcasm laced in your tone as your arm moves the curtain to the side but not quite stepping through. From this view, Seonghwa was given a perfect view of the backless part of your dress, his thoughts threatening to dive into lustful territory.
“Careful, Belle. That behavior might get you in trouble.” You chuckle, body going further into the doorframe. But before you step past the curtains, you turn your head to give your answer with your back still to him.
“That’s the plan. It’s what got you here, isn’t it?” And with that, you disappear down the dark corridor, no doubt preparing for your performance soon. Though your silhouette had been gone for a couple of minutes, Seonghwa couldn’t help but keep his gaze glued to the curtains and the darkness that swallowed you. Your earlier words, your playfully smirk and overall demeanor stuck in his memories. Safe to say you had left an impression. The kind that had him craving another conversation with you, another battle between your gazes, another chance to test how far you would be willing to dip your feet in with the sharks.
Seonghwa sighs to himself, content and excited; more than he’d been in some time. It’d been a while since the last time he’d ‘participated’ in these kinds of activities. Such is the busy life of a mafia leader. And the last few times he did, he was disappointed to say the least, much like Hongjoong. Some bland, some too doll-like it was uncanny. But with you, just from the few lines he exchanged with you, there was intrigue - a promise that could have him as speechless as Hongjoong. He takes another sip, unable to tell if his mouth was drenched from the drink or the drool courtesy of his hunger.
Then the room goes dark, leaving Seonghwa hidden in the abyss, not getting the chance to wonder what was happening till the stage upfront ignited with life. The rest of the room remained shrouded in darkness save for the orange lights surrounding the bottom of the room. Dim but viable, enhancing even.
Just when he was getting used to the new scenery, a soft tune started to play. It hums softly, surrounding the entirety of the room till Seonghwa feels it wind around him like a snake coiling prey. The tune was sultry, alluring - strings from violins playing a delicate but tempting melody that already had the man teeming with heat and want. A perfect set up, till your figure stepped into frame that made Seonghwa’s breath catch in his throat. Out of the curtains, same skin-tight dress and exceptionally look only this time you had a small change. Glitter sparkled all over your cheeks, darker eyeshadow and inky ruby gloss painted over your seductive lips.
“Damn,” Seonghwa sighs to himself, finishing the last portion of his drink before relaxing into his seat. His eyes are trained on you as you move forward on the stage, your hand palming the back of the pole to slow your speed, gaze low and concentrated. With grace, your body slinks under your arm and moves in front of the pole till it sits in between your shoulder blades as your boots follow suit and sit next to each other, your legs coming close together. The new position highlights the strong curve off your hips as you start swaying them side to side, your free hand coming up to thread through your silky locks. Yet, your gaze remained low, as if it were just you in the room, a single soul performing for an empty audience.
Sheer audacity. The first description to come to Seonghwa’s mind, but damn him that he couldn’t turn away. His interest began to peak as he watched you stop your hips then arch your back against the pole, your arms stretched high above you, chest on full display with your tits threatening to reveal themselves. He brought a hand to his face, briefly palming his mouth as if swiping something away when he really wished to relieve the twitch of his cock inside his pants. But you were nowhere near done.
Shown next as you slide your feet outward, one by one, till your platforms were planted firmly away from you that forced you to lean against the pole, your body put at a near perpendicular angle. Seonghwa swallows a lump he didn’t know he had, though it did naught when he saw under your dress. Uncovered and panty-less, leaving no room to the imagination but all the opportunity for other thoughts to come flooding in again. And they worsened when you started to roll your hips, grinding them against nothing in particular but Seonghwa took the opportunity to be creative. Imagining himself, or rather, his stiffness being between your gorgeous thighs without any layers to prevent him from what he wanted. What he was starting to crave.
Your hands trailed around your body as your hips flowed with the music, caressing and groping your tits, waist, any other part of yourself the more lost in yourself. But you didn’t delay this part too long, not when Seonghwa finally noticed you staring at him. When you broke your gaze from the floor, he would never know. But neither of you cared. Not when you looked so good, so captivating, so irresistible. You could see it in his eyes, so you decide to buckle down.
One of your legs extends forward - straight as a ballerinas’ - that lets your body slide down till your ass hits the stage floor. Your expression remains professional to say the least; alluring yet neutral. One that lets the audience decide what’s running through your mind, letting them fall into the trap they don’t know you’ve set. But Seonghwa isn’t no normal customer. A special case, one you intend to impress just like his partner.
So in your position, you throw the other leg not extended across your body till your stomach lays flat against the surface, not fully laying down as you arch the end of your spine just slightly to make your ass look more ‘appealing.’ And damn right it was. Seonghwa licks his lips, never daring to take his attention off it. Despite his relaxed position against the couch, his need to get his hands on you had skyrocketed.
But then you start to push yourself back - spine going into a deep arch - to go into a doggy position for him that made his cock twitch and pants tighten uncomfortably at the sight. A short instrumental flows between the lyrics in the background, you moving into a deep squat with the beat before standing tall just as the lyrics return. Then your head turns to face him again, teasing him with another smirk soft on your lips that had him licking his that had gone dry.
Your body fully turns to meet him as you slowly walk and descend from your stage, eyes holding him hostage as you circle the glass table. Thankfully, there was a lot of space between the couch and counter, giving you more than enough room to slide yourself in between Seonghwa’s legs but not taking your seat just yet. Instead, your hands rest on his shoulders while you feel his hands snake around your waist. Gentle but antsy in their approach. You snickered, being able to feel how much he was holding back.
“Something funny?” Seonghwa hums. Some snarky words come to mind, ready to fire, but something stops you. An idea forms; inspiration from your last ‘enlightening’ results when your persona was on display. The urge to test your new client became undeniable. So you kept your mouth shut, your hands continuing to run about the length of his broad shoulders. He tilts his head at the deliberate choice.
“Oh? Don’t wanna tell me now?” His gaze was heavy on you, even without looking at the source itself.
“What’s wrong? That pretty mouth run out of words for me?” He hums deeply, so deep it resonates in your lower stomach. You fought not to shiver in his touch, an attempt he snickers at, his mind coming up with his own idea.
“I see, maybe you just need to get comfortable with me. Let me help you.” Before you could react, Seonghwa stands up as his hands slide under your thighs, forcing you to open your legs around him before he takes you both back to a seating position. This time, you were straddling his hips, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt a small bulge underneath you.
“There she is,” Seonghwa chuckles between you two as palms move to the lower parts of your waist, gripping harshly like you would dare to leave.
“Won’t listen unless someone has to teach you how. You just wanna sit there, look pretty while they do all the work for you.” He speaks absentmindedly, as if you weren’t sitting in his lap right atop his growing bulge.
“How sweet, but that’s not how I do things,” you quip with sarcasm in your voice. You push your hands against his shoulders, but both his hands quickly slap on your ass and stay there, startling you in place.
“Nuh uh. Not tonight, sweetheart.”
“What-let me-” One of his hands curls around your throat, tight as a vice, before you could speak your mind. Had you realized it had been missing from one side of your ass, you might’ve been prepared better.
“Shhh. Settle down. I’ve heard and learned all about you. What you are, your fame,” Seonghwa purrs, his thumb and forefinger squeezing on the sensitive pressure points of your neck that effectively silencing your voice, dying on a whine.
“What you like, what you don’t like, though that information was shockingly miniscule.” His voice drips in sarcasm and sultry meaning, watching you as his other hand leaves your ass and moves to his tie to loosen it.
“All except for one, significant piece. Your absolute disdain for following orders,” Seonghwa whispered, husky in its delivery that turns into an inquisitive hum at your huff to his words, defiant and combative.
“You can say ‘no’ all you want, won’t change how I’ll have you tonight.” You find the energy to snicker, albeit weak in delivery.
“Bold to say I’ll let you choose how you fuck me.”
“Again, that mouth.” You feel his thumb tug on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping across his as he stares at yours.
“This glossy, vulgar piece of work.” He places his thumb on your tongue, eyes coming up to shoot a silent command. One to which you ignore, keeping your mouth wide open.
“I was hoping you would do that,” he hums, suspiciously sweet before what feels like a cloth wrapped around your neck. You try to look down to see but Seonghwa’s grip on your lower jaw turns unyielding and stops you.
“Uh uh, no need to do that. Instead, here’s what we’re gonna do. From this point to when I’m done with you, I’m gonna to tell you what to do, what I wanna do, and you’re gonna listen to every single word I tell you. How’s that sound?”
“Yeah, right. I’m not a damn dog.” Something tugs your head back, harshly as if someone pulled your hair despite you feeling the tug from your throat. Realization hits you hard at what he’d done when you looked down to see his missing tie; the bastard had made a makeshift collar.
“Not the word I would describe you but close. Besides, listening gets you rewards. Don’t you want that?” A breath tickles your neck, just above the cloth. This time, you couldn’t hold back the shiver that runs through you, short but noticeable. But before you anticipate him to tease you about it, you feel another tug. This time, your head falls forward, nearly touching your foreheads together as your eyes widen. The whiplash to a minute ago to a few seconds had you feeling disoriented. Not by much but to a noticeable degree. Worse was that you couldn’t tell if you liked the feeling or not.
Hell, it was making you lose grip on your game with him. One he was seemingly winning in the moment. How embarrassing if you ended as the loser of your own match. Again.
“No reply? Guess I’ll answer for you,” Seonghwa quips as he shifts you again, with your legs settled around one of his thighs instead of both this time. In your daze, you hadn’t even the chance to bite back with your own retort. Now all you could do was wait for another opportunity to gain a bit of power back.
“Get yourself ready for me. Wet my thigh.” Finally, you manage a scoff filled with impudence.
“Like hell I-,” you gasp, sharp from the palm pressed flat against your crotch. After follows a hum of satisfaction as if catching someone in an act.
“Follow orders and you get your treat. A simple task I thought I could let you complete on your own,” Seonghwa tsks, circling his palm to make you whine so sweetly in his ears. It was addicting, and he needed to hear it again.
“But that’s what I’m here for. To teach you how to listen, how to behave,” he breathes, steady. In control. Immovable as his other hand slinks down your body to cup your ass. It acted as some sort of stabilizer for you, a break from the haze that you didn’t realize was starting to pull you under. From the touch, you felt the hand moving your body forward, his palm pushing against your clit harder than before as a result.
“F-fuck,” you moan softly again, almost whining when you feel him bring your body backwards. Away from the sweet feeling you were growing hungry for.
“See what you could have? See what happens when you listen?” You hear him hum in your ear with an almost patronizing tone but you were losing the bite to your bark. That sweet pressure was becoming a need for the ache between your legs and the longer you put yourself off from it, the more it hurt, thrumming with greed.
So reluctantly, you roll your hips forward, the same way his hand ‘showed’ you and keening the same when that satisfying press relieved the ache. And this time, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding them again, and again, and again till your hips had picked up a decent speed. Perfect for what you needed, what you desired so deeply. In seconds, you felt the haze from before seeping back into your judgement - a haze Seonghwa took pleasure in noticing again.
“There she is; a good girl when she listens. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” His sultry voice buzzed in your skull but you couldn’t find the words to respond, too focused on chasing your high. Being good for him and following orders. Your stubbornness lost to your lust.
“That’s it, just like that. Keep going,” he comments, slapping your ass to motivate you, both his hands coming to cup your cheeks to increase your pace. Damn him if the your look had him impatient, your already fucked out face with your pathetic whines could be enough to send him over the edge if he wasn’t careful. And that couldn’t happen yet, at least until he was inside you.
Thankfully, he felt you were close. But call him a bastard for his edging kink. He wouldn’t draw this one out, but enough to crave his indulgence.
“You come when I tell you, understand? Think your pretty, empty head can listen for a few more seconds?” His hands grip your ass hard to reduce your pace and prolong your orgasm, a heavy groan pushing past your lips. To hell with you putting up a fight, you were so close and you’d anything to cum right now. So you listened, followed his pace, praying for him to let you have your treat with you biting his hand.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Such a good toy for me. And I didn’t even have to pull your collar this time.” Seonghwa laughs, maintaining his control as he leaned back into the couch, eyes watching you move on your own. Your hips rolled at the same languid pace he’d set, not going an inch faster or slower. And the sight couldn’t have made him harder than when he saw you panty-less.
“Make yourself cum for me. Don’t stop till you’ve drenched my thigh.” Immediately, your hips pick up speed as you fuck yourself on his thigh. You moan loudly, not caring for resistance anymore as the silky fabric rubs deliciously against your swollen clit. Like a bitch in heat, your hips grind down hard once, then twice before your body seizes and breaks with your release washing over you. It takes a minute, but you manage to come down and ground yourself with your hands on Seonghwa’s shoulders, heavy breaths passing your lungs. The reality of how you came passes your thoughts, your senses returning and maybe some of your bark. Bite? You’re not so sure.
“Shit would you look at that, Belle,” Seonghwa groans, voice hoarse with carnal want as he sees the noticeable wet spot on his trousers. The ruined silk only adding to the fire and impatience brewing in Seonghwa, felt with that way his fingers gripped bruises into your ass.
“What a mess you made. All because of me. Of my instructions.” You shiver at the words grazing your lips, whining from feeling a gush of your arousal spill from you as your clit slowly twitches back to life. Then, a soft press of lips, full and inviting, pulls you up again from the comforting haze and challenges you to focus on reciprocating the motions.
The kiss started mild, at least considering your current mental state with Seonghwa taking his time in tasting you. In turn, you began to recognize the taste of him when he deepened the kiss with a tilt of his head. A small gasp is swallowed by him when his hand forces you to tilt with him, wondering when he had brought it up to latch around your throat. Had you been more awake you would’ve been pissed at the way he was maneuvering you so easily to the positions he wanted, to do what he craved so easily without you putting up a fight or more than what you were known for.
Yet in this moment, you felt yourself at peace with the situation. You moaned heavily into his mouth as he immediately took charge of the dance between you. Your tongues lapping at each other, submitting so quickly to him and following the pattern he had set for you. Then when he bit your lip and pulled away slowly - a string of salvia bridging you both - you whimpered at the loss of him.
“Stay awake for me, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you,” his voice chimes as he bounces his thigh, causing you to yelp at the sting to your oversensitive pussy. But he bounces it again, watching with sadistic glee at your struggle till you’re forced to get up and leave your seat. You don’t hear Seonghwa moving with you and by the time you feel his hand on your wrist, reacting was too late of an option.
“Did I say you could get up? Shame, just when you were doing so well at listening to orders.” In his words, you almost felt something of shame. His voice coddles you, differently than the patronizing manner Hongjoong had done. The way he manhandled your pliant body into position before given the chance to respond would’ve been scoffed at by you. Your attitude long gone with Seonghwa as opposed to being fucked out by his companion.
Your body feels turned around then thrown forward, your hands luckily coming out to brace your fall just in time against the couch with your knees falling open against the soft cushions. Poor you, mind so jumbled your reaction time was non-existent.
“Wait,” you comment for the first time in a while, trying to push yourself up from the doggy style position. Sadly, Seonghwa beats you and shoves your face into the backrest of the couch, muffling your pleas.
“Sorry, Belle, but you acted without my permission. We can’t have disobedience now, can we?” Seonghwa sarcasm falls faint on deaf ears, your mind more focused on your arms being pulled back behind you till they’re perpendicular to each other. You struggle, more accurately a weak excuse for one that halts when at the sound of metal clinking and leather unwrapping. Leather that soon snakes around your wrists into a couple of loops till they’re secured tight but comfortably that ensures you won’t lose feeling in them.
“Besides, I still have my reward for not fucking you as soon as you stepped onto your stage. That kind of self-restraint should be properly compensated,” Seonghwa explains, his voice so low that it could be mistaken as a one-sided conversation with himself. His breathing was growing heavy, mouth salivating again at your form. Restrained, back arched that lead into the delicious curves of your ass still furiatingly hidden by your dress. A mistake he quickly corrected, lifting up your skin-tight dress above your ass till it sits under your tied wrists.
A breath Seonghwa didn’t know he was holding - slow and controlled - escapes from his lungs, his hands not being able to act the same. He was a man proud of his control but his grasp on that was slipping faster by the second the more he palmed, groped and squeezed the plump globes beneath him. So responsive to his touch, his deep voice laughing at the way you shivered and gasped with a sharp slap to your ass.
A delicacy was in front of him, what kind of person would he be to deny it a touch or two?
“Such a perfect ass. I should’ve known,” he comments as he slides his pants and briefs down together, his length slapping against his stomach. A sound that had you squirming and swaying your hips in an attempt to have him inside you faster. An attempt that got you another quick slap to your ass that started to dawn a mellow, red color.
“You’re lucky I can’t wait any longer, otherwise I’d edge you for another hour. Fucking impatient,” Seonghwa grumbles while tapping his cock directly on your pussy, switching between slapping and sliding between your damp folds. Another groan rumbles deep in his chest when he feels how soaked his cock was. Just to be an ass, he lets the tip catch your hole once before quickly thrusting away, making you make a sound between a sob and a whine.
“Then again,” he pauses, slowly pushing inside till his hips are flush with yours with a satisfied exhale, “I’m no better at than you, aren’t I?’
Seonghwa retracts his hips, painfully leaving the tip inside before giving you a hard, calculated thrust that punches a scream out of your lungs. Barely one thrust and he’s already found it. The soft melody in the background did naught in covering in your proceeding moans - loud and ashamed - from the ruthless series of thrusts that came shortly after. Each one always hitting that delicate spot inside you, almost immediately making you melt into his touch.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, ruining these beautiful couches because of me. It feel that good, Belle?” He questions sarcastically through the filthy sounds of his hips smacking your hips. The sounds so wet and erotic it fueled that growing knot in your stomach embarrassingly quick. But fuck, if the embarrassment didn’t make you impossibly wetter.
“Already close? But we barely started, sweetheart. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised considering how easy it was the first time. Why don’t you tell me how good it is, then?” When you could even give half a word, he cruelly laughs at your cock-drunk state. Though he doesn’t spare you mercy. Too in your daze, you don’t feel him grab your ‘collar’ and harshly tug you backwards till your eyes meet the ceiling.
“What’s wrong? Too dumb on my cock to answer me? At least with something other than those slutty, little moans?” Seonghwa chuckles again as he punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, hand tight around your leash. When you don’t answer, his hips slow, grounding themselves against yours. The sudden change has you gasping and writhing out of pure want, the extra air helping you feel the fresh tear streaks cascading down your face for what felt like the tenth time tonight. If it ever even stopped.
“F-fuck, so good,” you grunt with heavy breaths. Your mouth moved before your brain could catch up, already knowing what to say like clockwork that Seonghwa reveled in.
“No no, none of that. Pretty toys don’t use language like that, especially when they’re asked a question,” Seonghwa hums with another forceful thrust, groaning with a cheerful tone when you clench hard around him.
“So since you can’t be trusted to answer a question right, I’ll just use you while you sit there and take it, alright, doll?” You moan as you feel him pick up his pace again, rougher than before. But you nod anway, glad that he’s finally moving again.
“Yeah, of course you will. You’re happy being my little plaything, so easy and eager to be used. As if you were made for anything else other than cock,” Seonghwa groans in your ear, throwing your head towards the couch with a mean laugh. The leash now discarded, he palms your ass again, spreading you to get a better look of you of his ridiculous length sliding in and out.
“So fucking creamy. My perfect, little cockslut,” he chuckles again, stuttered in its delivery but effective in making you constrict again. Then he’s slapping your ass again - once, then twice - your sore flesh rippling from each impact that has your pussy leave an absolute mess under you both. Worse, already having you just about over the edge again.
“Selfish little thing. So greedy that you wanna cum again before your guest does. But that's to be expected from insatiable whores such as yourself, hm?” If you could bite back you would but you just sob and shake, nodding your head in pleads that he lets you cum.
“P-please. I need-” You cut yourself off with wail when he hits your guts again but impressed that you didn’t finish.
“Impressive, she can talk properly. Good girl.” Seonghwa purrs with faux surprise, pulling your bound hands as he fucks you like a man on a mission.
“Alright then, go ahead and cum again.” On cue, your body locks up as your jaw falls open in a silent cry, pussy getting impossibly tight and forming a thick ring of cream around his cock.
“Fucking hell, I love watching you come like that. Could damn well get addicted to it. In fact,” Seonghwa quickly pulls out before turning you around and manhandling you till your back hits the couch, legs already spread, “I think I need another one from you.”
The manic smile from his face would’ve worried anyone sane enough to be in this situation. Clearly, you were not one of those people, moaning in overstimulated glee as he thrusted back home without an inch of resistance and picking up his pace with newly renowned vigor.
“So easy sliding into this sloppy cunt, already knows the shape of my cock,” Seonghwa groans deepily in your ear, fucking into you with no regard for the standard of control he held at the start of this. Hips slamming hard and stinging that sweet spot inside you every time that had you full on wailing and moaning at the top of your lungs. Your throat already sore with how loud your whines were, gasping and grunting with every crude press of him inside you.
“Crying again already? Fuck, I don’t why I’m surprised anymore, given how effortless it is to make you cum again,” he punctuates his words with another rough slap of his hips, “and again, and again. Isn’t that right?” You only could cry at his words, sharp gasps practically coerced from your throat while you took everything completely at his mercy. You couldn’t even register him grabbing your face ‘till you were inches from his overly gleeful eyes boring through you.
“Ohh, I forgot. My dumb little toy is too stupid to answer me anymore. Silly me. Guess all that attitude was for nothing. Just dripping out of you and creaming my cock. All for me, just for me. Hm?” Since you couldn’t answer, he did you the favor of puppeting your head up and down in a nodding motion. He licks his teeth, the other hand moving to find its home around your throat again.
“That’s fucking right. You’re so right, baby. Just daddy’s dumb little whore. His personal cocksleeve and a perfect hole to fill. Right?” He slaps you with the hand that gripped your face.
“Right?” He slaps you again, a bit harder but not enough to wake you up.
”Right?” One more slap that yielded no results again. Not like you could answer anyway, his hand immediately snatching your cheeks again to make you nod again. Seonghwa had to slow his hips at that, letting out a shaky breath raspy and grating to his vocal cords just to not stuff you full of him.
He needed it, was twitching inside of you aching to finally release everything. But his greed was strong. In particular, his greed to see you break around him just one more time. You were floating in space, beyond delighted at your situation even if your body told a different story. But he could feel you pulsing around him, sucking him in and gushing so much of your juices the sheets of the couch were ruined beyond a doubt.
This wouldn’t take long. He just needed to see you like that, one last time, then he’d claim you.
“I can feel how close you are. Damn it, you’re throbbing. Can’t believe it took me this long to find you.” Seonghwa scoops the backs of your thighs and quickly pushes them to your shoulders. He wastes no time picking up speed again and you let out a scream. Pure and needy, legs shaking violently from his thrusts.
“Cum for me, doll. One more time, then I’m pumping this pussy full,” Seonghwa groans in an animalistic tone as he watches in awe you squirting on command, staining his shirt and face. It was his turn to moan loudly, louder than he’d been the entire night without a care for his restraint. His hips thrust wildly, quickly losing their poise and moving erratically to chase his high.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard. You want that. I know you want my cum stuffing you so bad. You need it. You fucking need it. Fuck, fuck-” Seonghwa chokes on his words, moaning high in your ear, waves of warm release claiming you from the inside it was overflowing and leaking out the sides as it ran down your legs. The man responsible panted like a dog in heat, the both of you using the time to relax and come down from your highs.
Slowly, your mind was returning to functionality. Well, at least the bare minimum of it. With it, a wave of exhaustion follows suit. You smile to yourself on the verge of sleep, satisfied at the fact Seonghwa was still inside you. The man also in a state of contentment smiles softly to himself. He’s not looking forward to telling Hongjoong, already dreading his friend’s relentless teasing and that stupid smirk of his.
Then his head perks at the sounds of your soft breathing and snores. Eyes shut and body relaxed, he finds himself staring. Longer than necessary, just admiring the soft features of your face. There were no sly smirks or remarks from you, no alluring dancing from your stage. Just you, calm and natural from the activity Seonghwa had just put you through.
He didn’t know why but something stirred in his chest. He wouldn’t dwell on it now but focus on tidying himself and you to a somewhat acceptable degree then head home.
Careful not to wake you, he pulls out slow and immediately catches the river of his spend spill out of you. Poor man can’t help but bite his lip, fingers itching to stuff it back inside you. But he stops when you stir, shifting into a more comfortable position. So he settles on admiring from afar.
He looks around till he finds some nearby tissues, promptly wiping you down with unseen gentle care till you’re mostly clear from the evidence of his time with you. Then, he finds a throw blanket that he somehow missed on the floor and lays it on you, fixing himself and appearance till he deems himself presentable.
As he walks towards the door and grabs his coat, he looks back to you hidden by the couch, eyes filled with awe and curiosity. The same feeling from a bit ago pangs his chest again. Something he’d think about on the car ride home.
He unlocks the door and walks through the hallway, spotting the guard in the waiting area before the elevator.
“I take it you had a good time, sir?” He questions as his eyes land on a hair out of place and sweat still damp on his forehead.
“Indeed. Please make sure she gets treatment and properly cleaned. I expect your club has sanitation standards regarding its workers?” The guard nods with a smile.
“Of course, only the best for our best.”
“Excellent. Please send her my regards for her time, all the money to her please. I’ll be on my way.”
“Will do. Have a good rest of your night sir.” The guards press the elevator door for him and Seonghwa makes his way up to the garage.
On his way home, memories flash of you and him. Despite the exhaustion, his body thrums. Still awake and alive, probably more than he had been in so long. Hongjoong was never going to live this down, but Seonghwa couldn’t find it in him to care.
One thing was for certain by the end of tonight; he was going home as a man with no regrets and a thirst for more.
Ending Notes: Wow, what a ride. Had a lot of fun writing this one for Seonghwa and I hope you guys had as much fun reading it. As always, please feel free to leave any comments aside from hate. Criticism is always welcome and great evening, my little freaks. Till next time!
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