i miss songs and kpop mvs where the whole group chases the girl and she's either unbothered, walking away or stare at them like "I'm still not interested"
A/N: I always wanted to write spy thingy on shinee. I really tried hard to make it sound interesting,mysterious and provoking. However,this is my first time writing this genre.
And,,,,,,This is my first time writing for our 'almighty key'~ My forever biaswrecker!!!
"Don't you think this man is weird?" you asked your friend, Cynthia as both of you were hiding behind the corner of a book shop.
"Why are you suspecting him?he's such a gentleman!I'm leaving y/n.." Cynthia turned to leave but you grabbed her arm.
"Trust me,it's just his veil! He's completely a different person!" you tried to convince your friend but she took her arm away from your grip.
"You know I'm leaving. You know what?you keep following your colleague. I'm not into this anymore!See you!" she muttered and left making you curse after her.
"Huh!when I will throw a bunch of solid evidence on your face,you are gonna believe it right away!Gentleman and him?my foot!" You muttered under your breath and looked at his way.
"Wah!where is he!" you hurriedly came out of your hiding spot to the corridor. You looked around frantically in search of your colleague, Kim Kibum but he was nowhere to be found. You ran past few of the shops and looked inside but as if he had just vanished into the air.
"Shit!he was just here!juust-standing here a minute ago!fuck!" you stomped your foot in anger and disappointment.
On the other hand, kim kibum watched you laughing to himself, "what a silly girl!"
"No one messes up with the almighty key huh!" He scoffed followed by a creepy chuckle and entered the elevator lazily.
He whined to himself faking a yawn, "this girl is so easy to fool..not fun!"
He took one last glance at your mad posture smirking beforehand the door of the elevator closed together leaving you on the third floor of the shopping mall.
Kim kibum detached the pen drive from the laptop and slipped it inside a hidden pocket of his leather belt. He didnt forget to delete the search history from the laptop before shutting it down. He smirked to himself. It was too easy to steal the data and the annual report from the boss's laptop. Enough evidence to throw that man behind the bars. Maybe it wasn’t that easy,it was just he was way too smart for others.
He chuckled alone and came out of the boss's chamber. He cursed under his breath when you came out jumping in front of him cornering him in front of the boss's chamber. Aish,How could he forget that woman trailing him like a dog?
"What were you doing here?" you asked blocking his path with your left leg. Not telling him about your eyes seeing him manipulating the boss's laptop. And of course slipping the pen drive inside his pant or maybe belt?You wanted to see how this lie master would lie to you this time.
He scoffed, "Of course,I was there to submit a report,what else,puppy?"
"But I clearly remember that you didn't have any report in your hand when you entered the chamber.." you accused him clenching your eyes a bit. A fucking liar.
"So bad for you to have such poor eyesight in such little age,puppy" He chuckled patting your head.You slapped his palm away off your head throwing imaginary lasers through your eyes.
"You can't pretend to be an innocent person in front of me,Kim Kibum..I already got you and your true self in my hands." you hissed at him.
"Of course you are right!wow,you are so talented!" he faked an wow making you smile in pride. Maybe it was the time he would understand how smart you were. And of course smarter than he was.
"The women who got the chance to be in my bed said the exaaaact same thing thaaaat I'm anything but inno-" he stopped purposefully clicking his tongue at you. Your ears turned red in embarrassment.
He pouted at you innocently seeing your red cheeks, "what puppy?"
"You are disgusting..." you muttered at him.
"So are we done here?you know I dont take money from this company for wandering like you,puppy" he said with a smirk raising his one of his eyebrows at you.
"Yes,For now..but soon,kim kibum,soon-" you whispered to him gritting your teeth and he pushed you away with his shoulder, "we will see later,puppy"
You looked through your window in awe when some officers from intelligence took away your company's boss by the handcuffs and pushed him inside a police van.
"Aah!I never thought he's involved in drugs and human trafficking!he looked so decent..." you murmured seeing the van sped away. You sat on your desk and carefully stole a glance at kim kibum who was looking so nonchalant about this hectic situation rather he was packing his stuff. You gave a double thought before walking up to his desk.
"The intelligence officers took our boss away.." you said calmly placing both of your hands on his desk. He looked up at you,"and?"
"And?..um-they took him away..." you trailed off.
"You just repeated your lines,puppy" he said picking up his phone in his hand before standing up.
"Don't call me puppy.." you complained.
He chuckled and brushed past you commenting "but you are a puppy." You furrowed but followed him,"where are you going?"
"Look puppy..." he spoke in a stern tone turning towards you, "I have no time for your shits. Stop following me around like a puppy. You are a human so better act like one."
"Are you the one who gave the intelligence these information about his illegal business?" you asked with a straight face.
"Why would you ask?It's not like he wasn’t involved in those..they said they had enough evidence to arrest him" he replied walking away but you kept walking after him.
"Are you the one?" you asked again.
"No" he replied with a smug look while waiting for the elevator. You furrowed and slipped inside the elevator following him.
"I saw you working on that laptop.." you whispered though there were only two of you inside the elevator.
"You-you sent them the information,right?" you asked him poking his elbow. You were always sure he was someone else but never thought him to be an-
He suddenly turned back and pushed you on the glass of that machine.
"What are you-"
He hushed you placing his index finger on your lips before trapping you between him placing his one arm on the glass. You blushed when he leaned his face a bit low to reach the level of your flushed face.
"Trying hard to be a smart pant miss y/n,ain't we?....Best take my one advice here. Use that pretty little brain of yours into something useful than this..." he muttered and poked your head with his hand.
"Who are you?" you asked looking into his eyes sternly. You were not someone to leave this aside that easily and you would make sure that he knew it. His cold eyes and sudden change on aura weren’t going to affect you and he better know it before he left.
"You really wanna know?" he asked you innocently. Seeing you nod,he looked around as if he was afraid of getting heard by others and bent down to move towards your ear slowly.
"Kim kibum, of course..." he whispered seductively brushing his cold lips against your earlobe followed by a burst of laughter. You rolled your eyes.
"I saw you manipulating that laptop and-" you paused looking at his curious eyes and continued with more determination,"and- that pen drive..I can prove it in a second with the cctv footage of the boss's chamber..you should know it better..You forgot to manipulate the footage,dont you?"
You smirked seeing his disturbed face and continued your nagging, "I always knew you were way different than what you showed to the other people around you,kim kibum"
Rolling his eyes,he moved away from your body and squirted to the opposite direction. Looking anywhere but you. Of course,he was angry with himself to forget such things despite being a spy for a few years. He was furious that a civilian woman was standing here to point out his detection mistake though the mistake meant no harm.
"Look,you dont need to be sad because you lost to a smart woman like me and we both know I'm way smarter than you..." you complimented yourself looking at his disturbed face in victory.
"Can you shut up?" he hissed at you causing you to smirk wider.
"You know what?just tell me who you are and I leave though I already assumed who you are...I just want you to say it loud to me. It's just you surrender and I leave happily.That's it.." No sooner had you finished saying those words, the elevator reached the ground floor and Kim Kibum stormed out of the machine.
"Wait!!!" you screamed and hurried up to catch him up.
"I'm not gonna see you again right? I know how these spy things work..they just get vanished into the air when they are done with their mission.." you said standing in front of him.
"Puppy,why do you want to see me?" he scoffed looking away. Of course,she was right. He was gonna leave this city as soon as possible and he was certainly done with his mission and was determined to aim for the next one.
"Is this a farewell?" you asked looking into his eyes. He smirked evily and you got your answer right away.
"Then tell me one last thing before you disappear.. Are you an intelligence officer?" you asked but he brushed past you hitting your shoulder lightly with his arm.
"Kim kibum please!" you almost screamed out when you saw him hopping into a black car waiting outside your company's building,didnt even spare a second glance at your way. You bit down your lower lip in frustration as you saw the car vanishing into the highway.
Was that bitchy human really an intelligence officer? You furrowed to yourself. However,this bitch at least got to know what a smart woman you were. You giggled to yourself in victory.
You screamed when you saw the glass placed in front of you was shot all of a sudden and was broke into thousand pieces in a millisecond. You jumped in fear but almost got black out when you started hearing gunshots one after one and people screaming at top of their lungs while running the hell out of this pathetic bar. As if someone was playing a scene of an action movie in a slow motion around you.
You could see bullets flying all over you but it was too captivating that you couldn’t help watching at those like all those little silly women of those so called hollywood action movies rather than hiding into a room of bar or whatsoever to save your ass.
You screamed in fear as a pair of hands was suddenly wrapped around your frame and pulled you harshly under the counter of the bar. You winched in pain as your butt landed on the marble floor with a thump. On the contrary,you came out of your daze hearing a loud crack sound as the bottles of wine which were placed neatly on the counter got shuttered into pieces and got scattered into the floor creating a mess out there.
"Wha-" your words got lost into your throat when you saw kim kibum's face an inch away off yours. You blinked a couple of times. What was he doing here? Your eyes bulged out and you forced your palms to cover your lips from suppressing a scream while he started firing with his gun out of nowhere.
You closed your eyes in fear. You had never heard so many gunshots for real. You clenched tight the fibers of his jacket with your wobbling fingers as he kept firing somewhere near until the firing stopped from both sides.
You opened your eyes when your ears relocated a noise of siren. You quickly took your fingers off Kibum's jacket. You looked at him to find himself looking at you in amusement.
"Wha-what's so funny!" you managed to grit out laying your back on the leg of the counter. This incident definitely made you a bit tired.
"Is our Miss smart pant shivering in fear?.. I see...not thaaaat smart as you think of yourself,puppy.." he chuckled getting up off the floor while dusting away the invisible dust off his jeans. He offered his right palm to you which you gladly took to stand up on your feet, "thanks"
He smirked hearing you mumble out a thanks for him. You looked at him and questioned, "why-why are you here?"
"Don't think yourself so important, puppy..I was just having a tenquila here when the attack happened out of nowhere and I saw a fool who claimed herself as 'the smartest pant in the world' was shaking in fear and waiting patiently to get shot in her wide forehead..And BOOOOM!Poor move!" he tsked clicking his tongue at you. But yeah,he was right. If it weren’t for him,you would have been shot. Maybe or Maybe not?
"Maybe the bullet could have changed it's direction or you dont know if I would dodge it at the eleventh hour..." You tried to make up an excuse.
"Bullet changing it's direction?" He chuckled hard, "come on,honey,think harder and take out a better logic from this empty head of yours.."
You rolled your eyes in annoyance and started walking away only to get stopped by the almighty Kim Kibum outside the bar.
"Wait-I can drop you off,puppy." he suggested pointing at his black sedan parked on the opposite lane. You mumbled,"Thanks but it's a no.."
"Come on,you look like you are gonna faint.." he said in a serious tone trying to take a closer look of your face and you blocked your face with your palm.
"I'm perfectly fine,kibum,thanks"
"Come on,puppy,I'm offering you a free ride.." He nagged. He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you with him.
"Oh stop that,kibum-I said I am-"
"Inside.Now." he commanded looking at you with his cold emotionless eyes after opening the passenger door for you. You both had a stare contest for a brief monent beforehand you shrugged and slipped inside causing a smirk crept on Kibum's face.
"So they almost put the bar into a combat zone just to get a hold of you?" you asked looking at him,however,his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.
"Combat zone or not..They are gonna rot in jail forever.." he replied huskily. You hummed in response. You didnt expect to meet him after a week in such situation. To be honest,you never thought you were about to see him anytime in your lifetime again. You really missed stalking him. You never understood when it became a part of your daily routine, more likely, a part of your life.
"That might sound weird,puppy..but I missed you trailing my back like an orphan...." he chuckled making you look at his way instantly in shock.
"What?" He asked sparing a glance on your way.
"Um-nothing!" you exclaimed out and adjusted yourself on the seat. Forget that man.
"You were right,I am an intelligence officer.." he spoke up suddenly, breaking the silence between you.
"I knew it right there.." you informed not bothering to give him enough attention.
"I'm Key anyway.."
This time,you looked at him, "key?"
"Spy name?" he raised his eyebrow, "never heard of it?KEY!It's my spy name..."
"Why are you telling me all of this out of nowhere,huh?" You countered back and rolled your eyes.
"Fuck!Jesus,Kibum!" You screamed out when he suddenly pulled out the car in a parking zone making your head hitting the window roughly.
"Look,puppy.." he trailed off and took off his seatbelt. Adjusting his body towards you, he started speaking, "did I tell you I was stalking you for a week?"
"What!Kibum!why the hell would you!" You screamed out looking at his amused face.
"And you never had the single idea of being stalked..." he finished with an evil smirk.
"I-I-" you stopped, you were suddenly at a loss of words.
"See?not that smart what you think of yourself.." he said biting down his lips seductively.
"Look,I'm not trained like you and -wait! did you just offer me this ride to insult me like this!" You exclaimed in anger.
"No,puppy..I have an offer-pardon- proposal for you"
You scoffed,"I will do anything than accept your fucking offer,kim kibum!"
"Look puppy. Why don't we work together?"
"What-what do you mean?" you mumbled a bit but he was looking damn serious.
"You work with me as my assistant and I fill your bank account with a good sum of money by the end of every month...how does it sound?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"Is it because you missed me trailing behind you like a puppy!Yoou think i'm your puppy!YOU MANIAC!" you screamed at top of your lungs in anger.
"Gosh,woman,if you put it that way..."
"Whatever!I'm not interested kim kibum.."
"I know you are..dont try to raise your brand value..you know what?you are barely a brand and don't even have a face value unlike me...."
You closed your eyes in anger before opening the car door and getting out of it. You kicked the door closed.
"I fuck you kim kibum!do you hear me!!!" You screamed and kicked the door of his car out of anger.
"Well.." he rolled down the window and continued with a smirk,"I will pick you up by 8 am tomorrow.. We have a mission to start,puppy.Get ready.I don't pay for wandering around like a street dog. Better start your ass doing some works."
You showed him a fuck off sign and started walking away while badmouthing this bitchy man aloud,enough to gain attention from other people.
On the other hand, Kim kibum smirked seeing your back disappearing in front of him. He knew you were gonna accept his proposal no matter how angry you were. Of course,it was tempting. He knew mystery attracted you like a magnet and you were unable to deny that. However, this was the only key for human Key to enter your heart inch by inch and he was there to use every way of it.
"What a rude puppy.." he clicked his tongue playfully before speeding away. He was glad that he personally chose that mission otherwise how would he find this puppy?
However,he personally chose your spy name after all!
Pupp!.A human spy puppy didnt sound bad at all.
Comme des, Garcon and Y/N. Kibum laughed to himself. And all of them belongs to him.
Summary: You always did have a soft spot for bad boys, so of course this one is no different.
Word Count: 4.8k
Pairing: Wang Yibo x Reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Drugs (Selling and Usage), Mentions of Violence (Not Towards Reader), Daddy Kink.
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The night is young, and the bar that you work at is packed. The nightlife in Zhengzhou is always bustling, and tonight is no different. You have been pouring drinks for hours now, making small talk with the patrons over the loud music playing through the speakers.
You don’t pay too much attention to your coworkers, as you are fairly preoccupied by the steady stream of customers wanting to order, but your ears perk up as you hear the two bartenders next to you, gossiping, rather than helping you out with your work.
“He’s here again,” Meili, the youngest member of the team, whispers, “I thought we were going to get him banned.”
You hand over the cocktail that you just poured, to the patron who had ordered it. You take the cash from them, and bow your head as they tell you to keep the change as a tip, before you try to eavesdrop on the conversation once more.
“He was supposed to be,” Jiayi replies, she is older than you, one of the bar managers, “Just keep your head up, let me know if you see anything suspicious again.”
You are on high alert almost instantly, not used to hearing that kind of warning, and you turn to the girls to find out more information.
“Who are you talking about?” You ask, as Jiayi turns to you.
She tilts her head to the side, gesturing towards the door closest to the bar. You quickly glance over, not seeing anyone who you would be able to pick out in a crowd, as the place is far too busy.
“His name’s Yibo,” She replies, “The bouncer caught him selling drugs in the bathroom last time he was here.”
You roll your eyes at this, drug dealing isn’t uncommon in the clubbing scene at all, and you had been through a phase in your late teens where you pushed a little, needing the extra money. You know that your expression gives away your feelings, as Meili laughs and continues speaking for Jiayi.
“He got into a fight with one of the customers,” She murmurs, “Held a knife to his throat, told him that he had to pay him back right then.”
Ah, there it is… though again, you can somewhat relate. You had never been violent, but you had plenty of people who owed you money back then, and you understood the stress of needing to be paid what was due. You nod your head, as Jiayi looks out into the crowd, and you turn back to serve another customer who is waiting.
“He’s the one with the motorcycle helmet,” Jiayi whispers to you, “I’m not serving him, you can deal with it.”
You hand over the drink that you just made, nodding at the bar manager, and you are a little salty that you have been left to deal with the man who the girls are complaining about. You always get stuck with the bad customers, though you are good at handling stress and pressure, so you just grin and bear it.
Not a moment later, both Meili and Jiayi scatter, leaving you at the end of the bar, just as the man that they had told you about arrives.
You look up, and you almost have to do a double take as you see him. Dark eyes, messy black hair, strong features, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass… you are taken aback.
“Can I leave this behind the bar?” He asks, placing his motorcycle helmet down, “I don’t feel like carrying it the whole night.”
His voice is deep and sultry, because of course it is, matching his appearance so well, and you hate how easily you obey him, reaching forward to take the helmet and then moving to place it down behind the bar out of the way. He smiles at you, with his mouth but not his eyes, nodding his thanks as you stand back up to face him.
“What can I get for you?” You ask him, leaning on the bar so that you can hear him better.
“Gin, on the rocks,” He replies, “And your name.”
You take a deep breath, mind racing, he is smooth, too smooth for you, and maybe the girls were right, but you are already hooked. You stutter your name to him as you pour out the liquor, trying to compose yourself as you hand over the glass. You feign ignorance as he purposefully brushes his fingertips against yours as he takes the drink, but you do not hide your stare as you watch him tilt his head back to taste it.
“Perfect,” He observes, “Why haven’t I seen you here before?”
You raise a brow at him, watching as he sculls the rest of the liquor and places the glass back down on the bar. You take the glass into your hand and hold it up, impressed at how quickly he had finished it.
“I was thinking the same thing,” You reply, “Another?”
Yibo smirks at you, biting his lip as he nods, and he eyes you intently as you make his drink in a clean glass. This time, when you pass it over, you let your hand linger for a moment before moving it away, maintaining your eye contact, trying to figure him out.
He is flirtatious, though you are versed in that too, giving it back to him at twice the intensity. You can tell that he likes it, and it is as if you forget you are at work at all, the warning from your coworkers lost from your mind completely.
“You didn’t answer my question,” He states, “Are you new here? You look so young.”
You realise that you had not been using formal language with him, and as is custom, though it was done with a flirting undertone, him asking you for your age is a clear indicator that he wants you to.
“Ah, no, I’m not new here,” You reply, “And I’m nineteen… gege.”
“I’m surprised to have not seen you around,” He replies, copying your tone as he adds, “And I’m 24… meimei.”
You shut your eyes, biting your tongue with a smile as you shake your head, little sister is so… belittling, from someone you have only just met, but you can’t find it within yourself to hate the name when he says it to you.
“I didn’t realise you were a regular,” You murmur, reaching forward to take his second empty glass, “I’d heard you only ever caused trouble here.”
He laughs aloud, and you find yourself giggling too. He is addictive, you can’t take your eyes off him, and you are now grateful to the girls you are on shift with, as they leave you to entertain him, while they serve the other customers buying drinks.
“That was one time,” He sighs, “and I didn’t hurt him… I just wanted to scare him a bit.”
He is hot, you should not think it, but fuck, you think it is hot, the way that he says that so carelessly. You know that though it may have been the only time that he had lashed out at this club - if he is telling the truth - it definitely would not have been the only time he has done it at all.
“Hey, I’m not judging,” You reply, “There’s nothing wrong with getting back what you are owed, however you have to do it.”
You can see that your words surprise him, as he takes a moment to process, his mouth slightly ajar before he closes it to smile at you again. The chemistry you have is surreal, truly unlike anything you have ever felt before, you struggle to rationalise it, the way that you are transfixed on this man, who you know nothing about other than his name and his age.
“When do you clock off?” He asks, “I want to buy you a drink.”
You smile at him, resisting the urge to give an instant reply, you glance down at your watch to check the time.
“I finish in an hour,” You sigh, nodding your head just a little to the side, indicating towards your coworkers, “But I don’t want to stay here.”
He chuckles as he looks over at the other two girls, not attempting to hide his stare, before he turns back to meet your gaze again.
“Let me take you somewhere else then,” He offers, “I know a better club nearby.”
You know that you shouldn’t, you heard what your manager said… You have every reason to say no, but every part of you is begging for the complete opposite.
“I’d like that,” You reply, “I’d like that a lot.”
The next hour flies by, with constant flirting and the persistent urge to do more than just stare at him, though soon your shift is over, and you are kneeling down to pick his helmet up off the floor to hand it back to him.
Yibo steps back to wait for you to gather your bag, and as you pass by Jiayi, she pulls you aside for a moment, a mix of concern and disdain on her face.
“You’re not leaving with him, are you?” She asks, her tone judgemental as usual.
“I am,” You reply, “Though it’s none of your business what I do off the clock anyway.”
Jiayi nods, as you are correct, though you can tell that she is not happy, and you step past her to get out from behind the bar, not looking back as you walk over to the door where Yibo is waiting for you. He has his helmet in one hand, and he takes his other arm to hold you around the waist and lead you outside.
You lean into his side as he guides you out, and down the next alleyway to where his motorbike is parked. It is a sports bike, and you are impressed yet again, wondering what else the night will have in store for you. He turns around to face you once he stops walking and you stare up at him under the streetlights, even more transfixed than you were in the bar… you like him, you really, really like him.
“The club I want to take you to isn’t far from here,” He tells you, “I’d like it if you wore my helmet though, it might be too big but it’s better than none.”
You soften at the kindness in his words, at this point truly not understanding why the girls you work with were so set on him being a bad man. Sure, he’s rough around the edges, doing illegal business and fighting his way through life, but that doesn’t make him a bad man.
Yibo holds the helmet out, and you shut your eyes as he puts it over your head, smiling up at him as he fastens the clasp, and giggling as he shakes your head a little to check that it’s not too loose. He is content, though the helmet is a little big, that you are safer like this, so he moves to sit on the bike.
“Come,” He urges, his hand outstretched, “Let’s get out of here, okay?”
You take his hand, a shiver shoots down your spine as he intertwines your fingers, and he holds you steady as you step onto the bike, positioning yourself behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He is fit, as you splay your hands out across his stomach, you don’t shy away from feeling the muscles under his shirt.
He starts the bike, revving the engine a couple of times before taking off. You dig your nails into his stomach as he speeds through the streets, it is thrilling, you have never been on a motorcycle before, and you are sure that you could definitely get used to this.
It does not take long to arrive at the club, with Yibo parking in the street next to it, and he holds you steady as you step off the bike before he does. You pull the helmet off, and Yibo takes it from you, clipping it to the bike so that he doesn’t have to carry it inside this time. He leans against the wall behind him, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. You rest beside him, watching as he pulls out a bag of white powder… coke, you assume by the consistency, and you observe as he opens it, dipping his motorcycle key into the bag to take a little out and snort it.
He offers you a key, and you nod before copying his actions, tilting your head back to make sure that the powder runs down smoothly. You have only done coke once or twice before, but you remember the euphoria well, and you are excited for what else this man has in store for you tonight.
“Thank you, gege.” You murmur, “Should we go inside? The entry line looked long.”
Yibo takes you by the waist once he has put his wallet and keys away, his fingers pressed into you harder than necessary, but you do not complain.
“I know the owner,” He replies, as you begin to walk towards the club, “We skip the line.”
You lean into him again, following him as he leads you to the entrance, walking past the long line of people up to the front door. Neither Yibo, or the security guard say a single word, just nodding at each other before you are gestured inside.
The club is full, so many more people than there were at the bar that you work at, the music is twice as loud, and Yibo keeps you close to him, making his way over to the bar to order you the drink that he had promised.
“What would you like?” He asks you, “Anything for you, meimei.”
You lift a hand to your mouth in a feeble attempt to hide your blush, “I’ll have whatever ge is having.”
He turns back to the bar, ordering two shots of maotai, and you take the glass that he holds out to you once he has paid for the drinks. You scull the shot as he does, placing the glass down on the bar when you finish it.
As Yibo finishes his shot, you take the opportunity, leaning up on your toes to kiss his cheek, you instinctively grab his arm to steady yourself. You linger there, maybe for a little longer than you should, but the closeness is intoxicating, more than the alcohol or the drugs.
“Thank you,” You murmur against his skin, as he turns his head to meet your eye line, the tip of your nose touching his, “I—”
He kisses you, and it is like your brain short-circuits, leaning in to kiss him back before he pulls away. It was not enough, he is teasing you, and it drives you crazy. He takes your hand to lead you away from the bar and out onto the dance floor, but all you can think about is kissing him again.
You find space to dance, and Yibo keeps you close to him as you feel the beat. You are blown away by his skills, and you wonder whether there is anything that this man cannot do, as he moves so effortlessly, with so much soul and feeling. You dance with him, a little high, a little tipsy, but still sober enough to know that the feelings you are having are real, intense, and overwhelming.
The night is a steady cycle of drinking, dancing, and bumping coke in the bathroom. Yibo does not kiss you again, though he teases you repeatedly, with his lips on your neck as you dance, by breathing hot against the shell of your ear, he has you desperate, practically moulded to him, and you don’t want to let go.
You have lost track of time, when Yibo suddenly pulls you closer to him, pressing his forehead to yours as he stares into your eyes.
“Let me take you home,” He murmurs, his voice strained, “Please, baobei, I want to take you home.”
Fuck, from little sister… to baby… you are his now, nodding eagerly as your hands grip to his shoulders. He is cruel, in the way that he leans in to kiss you softly before pulling away once more. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from whining, as Yibo moves to nip on your earlobe, and the most pathetic whimper escapes you.
“Let’s go,” He continues, “I want you alone.”
You take his hand, and the two of you leave the club together. You do not want to let go of him, so impatient to be with him now, past the point of being embarrassed about it, you just need him. He chuckles, as he takes the helmet from the bike, and he moves to put it over your head just like earlier.
Once more, you follow him onto the motorcycle, arms around his waist, this time less afraid to hold him tight as he takes off. He races home, you are sure that he is going faster than he was to get to the club, and you love every second of it.
Yibo parks his bike in an underground parking lot, and he helps you off the bike as he disembarks too. He expertly unclips and removes the helmet, and he combs your hair out of your face, staring into your eyes with a fierce intensity, much more so than the way that he had looked at you all night.
“I think we should go upstairs now,” He tells you, “I can’t hold back much longer.”
He is finally showing you that he is just as into you as you are him, though you did not doubt it for a second, not with the way that his hands have been all over you tonight, or the way that he has been teasing you almost to the point of a complete mental breakdown. He walks quickly, and you match his pace, with your fingers laced together as he presses the button to call the elevator down to the basement level.
You have not been to this part of the city before, the apartments are nice, but the streets are a little bit sketchier than what your area is like. You feel safe though, with Yibo you feel safe, and you know that he is tough, he wouldn’t be here otherwise.
Yibo presses the button to go up to the 30th floor, keeping you close to him, basically glued to his side for the ride up. He doesn’t say much, but you catch him glancing at you as you refuse to look away. You are sober enough to know that you truly want this, and so much of you is sure that you will want this again, and again… and again.
He guides you down the hallway to his apartment, opening the door and tugging you inside quickly. He hangs his helmet up by the door as he steps out of his shoes, barely waiting for you to get your own pair off before he has you shoved up against the wall, once more with his forehead and nose pressed to yours.
You feel pathetic, as heat rushes to your core, and you try not to whine as you desperately attempt to pull him closer, just in time for him to kiss you harder than he has before. You finally taste him, when you gasp at the force of the kiss and he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you moan at the feeling.
“I’ve wanted you all night, baobei.” Yibo murmurs, as your hands are already tugging at his jacket to get it off his shoulders.
“Why didn’t you take me earlier, gege?” You ask him, eyes wide and lips pouted as you stare up at him, looking as innocent as you can, though your question is not innocent at all.
He rolls his eyes playfully, as he smiles at you, allowing his jacket to fall to the floor before he grabs you by the waist and the back of the neck to kiss him again. You cling to him, pathetic and needy, and you get your answer without him having to say it in words. He wanted you like this, longing for him, whimpering into the kiss as your tongues collide, nothing else matters to you now.
You hook your leg around his, trying to pull him closer as he works to pull your t-shirt over your head. You had not expected anything like this to happen tonight, but you are wearing a black, lacy matching set of bra and panties, and by the way that his hands are already groping your breasts, massaging them under his palms, you know that he likes it.
“I wanted you to want to stay,” He replies, his hands moving to grab you under your thighs, easily lifting you up from the floor, “I wanted to make sure you needed me, too.”
You wrap your legs around his waist, giggling as you kiss his neck, and he carries you out of the hallway. He walks you to his bedroom, and the second that he places you down on your back, your hands are fumbling to pull his shirt off, and he lets go to assist you.
“I need you, gege,” You nod eagerly, hands trailing over his chest as he leans back to unbutton your jeans, “I need you so badly.”
You can see relief wash over him, and you are surprised that he even doubted it for a moment, as you lift your hips to allow him to pull your jeans down. The feeling of his fingers as he trails them back up your thighs gives you goosebumps, and you reach forward to work at his belt to unbuckle it. Your hand grazes over his erection, evident even through the layers of fabric, and he helps you again to undress him further.
When Yibo steps out of the denim, he pushes you further back up the bed, positioning himself between your legs, though you both still have your underwear on. He leans down to kiss you as your hands explore his body, fixated on the deep v-line indent at his hips. He is immaculate, you have never seen - let alone been with - anyone like him before.
You know that your panties are soaked through, as he grinds into you again, and you let out the most pathetic moan. You truly feel as if you are going to break, as each moment that he is not inside you feels like complete torture. You desperately try to pull his underwear down, needing more, needing it so badly, you can’t even think straight anymore.
Yibo finally gives in, leaning back to tug his underwear down, giving you a clear view of his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you know that if you were not so fucking desperate for him to fuck you, that you would be down on your knees to blow him instead. Yibo does not hesitate, hooking his fingers under the elastic of your panties to tear them down your legs, while he kicks his own underwear off at the ankles.
“Are you on the pill?” He asks you, as you pull him down to kiss him, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to keep him close.
“I am,” You reply, grinding up into him, “Please, please just fuck me, gege.”
He nods as he takes his cock in his hand, teasingly stroking himself against your entrance, and you know this is going to sting, but you don’t care. You cross your ankles behind his legs, pulling him closer as he thrusts into you, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure, biting his neck as he moans louder for you.
“Fuck,” He gasps, staying still for a moment so that you can adjust, “You’re so tight, baobei.”
You lift your head to meet his gaze, bucking your hips gently to indicate for him to move, letting him know that you are ready.
“Please, ge,” You beg, “It’s okay… more, please.”
His breathing is heavy, laboured as he pulls back to thrust into you again, each time harder than the last, again it is like nothing you have ever experienced, the way that he fills you perfectly. You are lost, staring into his eyes, completely enchanted by the man above you, and you know this will not be the last time that you sleep with him. You know that this will be more than just that, though you can’t say that aloud, not yet.
The pleasure is dizzying, overwhelming, and when he moves to wrap his hand around your throat, you are gone, deeper than before, you lift your hips to meet him with every thrust. It is almost unimaginable, that only hours ago you were walking into work, expecting it to be like any other boring shift, and now you are here, being fucked better than you ever have been.
With his complete control over you, Yibo moves to pull you on top of him, as he takes position on his back, so he can thrust into you from underneath as you bounce on his cock. You are sure that you look a mess, as he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, and you take the digit into your mouth, moaning against the skin as you ride him.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baobei,” He praises you, his other hand on your hip to guide you, “Tell me how much you love my cock.”
His thumb in your mouth sends you deeper into subspace, tiny whimpers escaping you as you try to pull yourself together enough to reply to him, to obey his order. You know that he can see you slipping, as his expression softens, though the way that he fucks you does not.
“F-feels so good,” You mumble, watching him for approval, seeing him nod before you speak again, “Love the way you fuck me, Daddy.”
It takes a moment for you to register the name that slips from your mouth, and you move to take his thumb again, but he replaces it with his index and middle finger. You whine as you slip further, though you trust him, clearly enough to get to this place at all.
“Such a good girl,” He murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as you suck on his fingers, “You feel so fucking good on Daddy’s cock.”
Your moans are but pathetic cries at this point, heart racing as he acknowledges the way you labelled him, knowing that he likes it enough to encourage it. You are falling apart, each second gaining closer to your peak, you lean forward, pressing your forehead to his, giving him a better angle to fuck you in.
“Please… please, Daddy,” You stutter, “So close, wanna cum for you, please?”
Yibo moans louder, the use of the new name sending him crazy, and he nods eagerly at you above him, moving a hand to your clit to make things easier for you.
“Cum for Daddy, baobei,” He urges you, “Daddy’s gonna cum too, need you to help him get there.”
It is so easy like this, tipping over the edge with soundless cries, feeling his cock twitch inside you as your legs shake, feeling his release as he fills you with his seed. You hold him close to you, chest heaving as he slows down, moaning into his mouth as he gazes up at you.
You whimper at the loss, as he guides you off him, onto your side so he can kiss you again. Your hands are in his hair, as he hooks his leg over yours, your bodies entangled, it is perfect, he is perfect, you have truly never felt anything like this before.
“You’ll stay, right?” He asks, “Please tell me you’ll stay.”
Your heart swells as you stare at him, knowing you are about to leave your whole life behind if you say yes. Your boss would not forgive you, and you would have to quit your job, as to not ruin the bar’s reputation. Though from the small glimpse you got of Yibo’s apartment, money will not be a problem until you find somewhere else to work.
“I’ll stay,” You reply, leaning in to kiss him again, “I want to stay with you, Daddy.”
He smiles the most genuine smile you have seen from him, with his hand on your cheek, and when you stare into his eyes you see the entire galaxy. You know from his words, his actions, and his life story, that he has been through some shit, as you have, too, but you trust that he will treat you right, and you promise in that moment to do the same for him, too.
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