[ syn ] :: cracking ikeno after turning him into a zombie !
✦ [ warnings – fake non-con (reader likes his bs),, porn without plot,, unprotected,, finishing inside,, swearing]
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'i'll only stop once you find me a vaccine card, get me?' ikeno said, threateningly. you didn't want to admit it, but you honestly didn't want him to stop. after turning him into a zombie during a recent round, he cornered you while everyone else was talking strategy. not that you'd let him see but, you'd been eyeing him the whole game. his threats turned into actions, and your desire turned into playing along. him pushing you into the bathroom between every round, pretending to resist — when really, this is all you wanted.
pushed up against the cold tile wall, wrists restrained by his hands — drilling you from behind as he kept making threats that only made you want more. if he knew you liked it though, he'd stop and find someone else to get a vaccine card from. you knew he wanted to feel like he was in control, he had everyone else in the game following his system — why wouldn't you?
'okok ill, ill get you the card next round i swear' you panted, acting so helpless as always. 'you sure? cuz that's what you've said everytime. starting to think you like being fucked like this' he replied, only increasing his pace. your legs growing weaker every thrust, especially tired from your previous activities. thankfully wearing pants in this game, other players couldn't see the constant flow of ikenos seed dripping from between your thighs. his stamina definitely shocked you.
'i promise, i promise ill get it! and if i don't, you can do whatever you want to me- even after we leave the game!' you attempted to tell him what he wanted to hear, not sure what he'd respond with. 'pff, who're you to decide what happens? i might not even want you after this game.' he replied. your heart was racing, everything he said only turned you on more. 'fuck! please. you feel, s'good!' you whined out, legs shaking from the endless pleasure he supplied.
'you're such a fucking slut' he struggled to say, reaching his fourth high of the day. emptying another hot load inside you, you moaned out in ecstasy. attempting to grip onto the wall for support, feeling your legs about to give up on you. ikenos sounds were heavy breathing with some pretty broken whines, and hearing them made you grind back on him for more. hearing him sigh, 'fucken freak' feeling him pull out abruptly, leaving you to collapse on the bathroom floor.
zipping up his pants and not looking back as he walked out, you were left sweating, shaking, sore, and dripping with cum. leaking out of you like a tap, you mustered all the strength in your body you could to stand. fucked out and fragile — you were never getting that vaccine card.
cw: 18+ mdni, smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of alcohol, cum eating, he's kind of rough, hair pulling, head pusher ryuji </3 but it's kinda hot just cause he's desperate, takes place before his crash but pls read my note, word count: 1.9k.
It had been a long day. After hours of cleaning every single crevice of each room, as well as organizing your garage, you were exhausted. You could tell when your husband Ryuji walked into your home, tie undone and eyebags prominent, that the sentiment was probably shared.
Nights weren’t usually like this — while they were calm, they were never tense. You struggled to hide your frown when you greeted Ryuji at the door, only to be met by a low mumble and avoidant eyes. You could tell something was bothering him, yet he was typically quiet when he was upset, much to your distress.
— “How was your day, babe?” You asked, hopeful as you took his coat from his taller frame, moving quickly to place it in the nearest storage closet. His answer was a simple yet stubborn “Fine.” Nothing about him appeared fine. He was stressed and it was evident. “How was work?” “Fine.” You sighed when his monotone voice repeated the word over and over again. Although the lack of communication was frustrating, you could understand why he might be hesitant. It was no secret that he had been struggling with his reputation at his school, his passion for researching the afterlife probably the main reason why.
You never doubted Ryuji’s beliefs, yet you couldn’t hold back a frown when you would overhear someone reducing it to a useless fantasy. Recently things had become worse, his supervisor directly telling him to stop wasting his time and to focus on something else. While Ryuji was strong mentally, the constant negativity was probably taxing. You needed to find a way to cheer him up.
Without saying another word, you rushed to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of red wine and balancing them as you moved into the living room, beckoning your husband to join you. “Ryuji, c’mere!” You patted next to your own spot on the couch, with the two glasses placed on the nightstand adjacent to it. He nodded wordlessly, walking into the room and sitting next to you as you asked. He wasted no time taking the glass from the nightstand, sipping on it and closing his eyes at the taste. You always teased him for being overly expressive with his alcohol, yet you couldn’t find it in you to make fun of him when this was the closest to happiness you had seen him show since he arrived home.
You grabbed your own glass, sipping next to him while watching a dumb movie on your television. Eventually, one glass became two and two became three, and before you knew it, the two of you were tipsy. Your head was leaned back, turned to stare directly at Ryuji with no shame. You took notice of how there was a slight sheen of sweat under his jaw, a small furrow in his eyebrows, a light red to his cheeks — you probably looked the same from the wine.
Suddenly, you were feeling antsy, biting your lip to hold back from voicing your admiration for his face. You truly lucked out, constantly telling him how beautiful he was yet he’d simply hum and look away. You wondered if he would now, choosing to test the waters. “You know, you look really good right now.” Ryuji finally looked your way, and you would bet a million dollars that he was about to scoff and tell you to be quiet, yet his eyes were lidded, riddled with something similar to lust as he bit his lip. “Really?” “Mhmm.” You nodded your head, clumsily enthusiastic. You weren’t sure if it was the drinks or the way his hair was styled, but you wanted to feel him closer to you.
Ryuji’s eyes left yours to look you up and down, faintly smiling as he admired you. You felt one of his hands subconsciously reaching for yours, interlacing your fingers and running his thumb on your palm. The feeling made you smile as well, yet you felt slightly empty for some reason, the yearning in you becoming not-so-innocent anymore. “I missed you today.” You whispered, leaning your face to meet his shoulder and rest on it, locking your eyes onto your hands that were holding each other. “Did you now?” You nodded, pouting lightly. “Wanna show you how much.” You responded quietly, finally shifting your head to look up at him. The look in his eye told you he was more than happy to agree, probably secretly relieved that you had offered a way to release his stress.
Ryuji’s empty hand moved to hold your hip as you got up slightly, straddling his body on the couch and pushing his shoulders back, silently urging him to stay still. He looked up at you, his eyes intense and heavy with a look that overwhelmed you in the best way. Without overthinking, you closed your eyes, leaning down for your lips to meet his. Once they touched, you immediately furthered the kiss, your hand that was on his shoulder grazing up to cup his neck and push him into you. He complied, chasing your lips with his own and humming into the kiss.
You could tell he was desperate too, with the way his hips would jolt up to meet your own, creating a rhythm as you both began to grind against each other through your clothes. The friction felt so good, heightened by your tipsy actions. Making love was always perfect with him, yet it was always so different when you two were buzzed, the messy desperate actions somehow amplifying each nerve in your bodies.
Ryuji’s long fingers let go of your hip, trailing down towards the string of your sweatpants. You pushed away from the kiss, ignoring how his mouth chased yours before turning into a pouty frown. Your hand on his neck held him still as you shook your head, “No, this is about you, Ji. We can do that some other time, let me help you.” His frown stayed, now slightly confused yet he nodded at your words, trusting you.
You smiled, placing one more peck on his lips, before leaving one on his jaw, moving down to his neck to suck on his skin. The flesh was damp with sweat, the pressure of your mouth on him making him feel like he was some horny teenager again.
Ryuji let out a moan at the feeling, his hand reaching up to grip the back of your neck, pushing you into him fervently. With a renowned passion, you began to suck harshly, leaving purple blemishes over his skin. You would lick them after to relieve the pain before biting the same marks right after. Each time your teeth would graze his skin, his breath would falter, his hips rutting into you mindlessly.
He whined when you finally removed yourself, yet you simply smiled at him before standing up. “Did work have you stressed?” He huffed at your words, wanting to skip the tense questions in favor of feeling you on top of him again, yet you slapped his hands away when they reached up to grab your waist. “Answer me, please.” He sighed, “He said I wouldn’t get the funding. I… I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You frowned when he responded, his defeated tone making you want to break down along with him.
“It’s okay baby, I’ll take your mind off of it.” You spoke your last words before descending onto your knees, grinning up at him while your hands reached for his belt. He sank down further into the couch, melting into the feeling when you finally removed the item, pulling down his pants along with it. He kicked them off quickly, watching you intensely as your hands ghosted over his clothed bulge, growing harder with each movement of your wrists. You pressed down lightly, laughing when he threw his head back and whined in response. Choosing to tease him a bit more, you leaned in, leaving a kiss on the tent. He was displeased, his hand rushing to grab onto your hair, roughly pulling you up until you made eye contact with him. “Don’t tease.” Your smile widened, feeling a heat between your thighs at his strict tone.
Nodding, you waited until Ryuji eased up his hold to finally pull down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, slapping his stomach and making him groan while biting his lip. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sight, wanting to touch his impressive length immediately. You didn’t hold back anymore, perking up to lean over and grab his dick, stroking the base of it while your tongue darted out, licking his tip.
The small action had him restless, his blush growing as he twitched at the feeling. You knew he was mostly sensitive in the tip, choosing to focus on it at first. He strengthened the grip of his hand that held onto your hair, getting tighter and tighter as he felt your tongue running over his dickhead. After some more small licks, you finally opened your mouth, taking him in inch by inch until you couldn’t.
Your eyes were shut quickly, getting more turned on as the second passed, the feeling of his cock heavy in your mouth making you clench your thighs harder. He was no longer trying to hold in his moans, eyes shutting tight while his head tilted back. He was a loud, whining mess at your mercy as your hand ran up and down his base while you hollowed your cheeks on what you could.
Spit was trailing down onto his bare thighs as some of his precum dribbled down too, though most of it was swallowed down your throat instead. You opened your eyes, looking up to admire your whimpering husband. He looked angelic, veins showing on his forehead as he clenched his teeth, biting his lip as you worked your fingers down him.
Ryuji opened his eyes as your pace increased. When he looked down at you, he caught your eyes, locking into them while his mouth opened to release more moans into the room. You tried to smile at him, although your mouth was occupied, taking him fully down your throat. The sight made him grunt loudly, his hand in your hair tightening. While he tried to fight back the urge, he knew he was slowly losing the battle, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.
Your head was pushed into his pelvis while his actions became rougher, finally tipping over when you gagged on his cock. His eyes left yours, shutting tightly once more before he came inside your mouth with one final moan.
Your mouth was full of his cum, some dripping out to run down your chin, yet you swallowed, looking up at Ryuji when you had none left. Behind his dazed out expression, you saw his lips curl upwards in content, and you jumped up back onto the couch. Pressing yourself next to him, he met you halfway into a messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
Your heavy breaths both occupied the room, calming down while embracing each other. “I’ll come home mad again if it means you’ll do that every day.” His voice was unserious, raspy as you could tell he was tired. You laughed at his words, “Yeah right… Next time I’m handing you a broom and telling you to get to work.” You both giggled, holding each other and intertwining your hands once more before you both dozed off together, cramped on the small couch.
a/n: i love domestic cuteness... i do want to note that i hope to respect the fact that ryuji uses a wheelchair and involve that in my writings so this will be one of my only works pre-crash! i simply wish to research more beforehand to make it as inclusive and accurate as it can be, so i will be working on that asap >_< i hope you all like!
Your first week as team lead at G.N. Media had gone smoothly — until you returned from lunch to find a nondescript box on your desk. Thinking nothing of it, you opened it mid-conversation with another manager.
Your words died in your throat.
Leather cuffs. A collar. A blindfold. And a black leash.
You closed the box slowly, heart thumping.
“Ah—Th-that’s mine!”
You looked up.
Ji-hoo stood in the doorway, horror on his face. His ears turned crimson. “I didn’t mean—it was supposed to go to my desk. I’m so sorry.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You order gear to the office?”
He swallowed hard, clearly panicking. “I—it was an accident. I’ll never—Please, don’t report this. I’ll handle the consequences.”
Instead, you studied him quietly. “You have someone waiting to use these on you?”
His eyes widened. “No.”
A beat passed between you. Something unspoken crackled in the air. You saw it then — the truth behind his well-mannered exterior. The quiet desperation.
That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
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The knock on your office door was timid. Ji-hoo entered, hands clenched around a folder.
“This might be completely inappropriate,” he said softly. “But I… I trust you.”
He slid the folder across your desk. Inside: a contract. It was clear, structured — safewords, soft/hard limits, aftercare preferences. Every box checked. Every line careful.
You looked up. “You want me to dominate you?”
He didn’t look up. “I understand if—”
“I’ll do it.”
His breath caught.
You stood, slowly walking around the desk. “Is that what you want, Ji-hoo?”
He nodded. Barely.
“Say it.”
His voice trembled. “I want you to own me, ma’am.”
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He knelt before you, shirtless, trembling, eyes downcast.
Your hand rested under his chin, guiding his face upward. “Color?”
“Green,” he whispered.
You dragged the black leather collar along his shoulder slowly, letting the sensation crawl across his skin before snapping it into place around his throat.
Ji-hoo visibly shivered.
“I’m not here to break you,” you murmured, guiding the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m here to take care of you. But you’ll give me control, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
You kissed him — deep and slow — tasting the surrender on his lips.
Then you pushed him back against the bed, straddling him with calculated grace. His wrists obediently rose when you reached for the cuffs, fastening him to the headboard.
He was panting already.
“Please… touch me,” he begged, hips twitching helplessly under you.
You leaned down to his ear. “You don’t tell me what to do. You beg.”
He whimpered, squirming. “Please, Mistress. I need it.”
You ran your fingers down his chest, teasing over his ribs, then his stomach. He twitched under your touch, every nerve lit. He was so sensitive. So responsive.
His cock strained against his briefs, leaking slightly at the tip.
“I love how needy you are,” you whispered, kissing just under his jaw. “You’re such a good toy for me.”
“God—yes,” he gasped. “Please, please—”
You palmed him through the fabric, watching his hips jerk upward.
“No touching,” you warned. “You don’t come until I say.”
He whimpered again. “I’ll be good. I swear.”
You slid his underwear down, letting his cock spring free. Red. Dripping. Your mouth watered.
Without warning, you took him into your mouth.
Ji-hoo nearly sobbed.
Your tongue worked slowly, deliberately, swirling around the head while your hand tightened around the base. His thighs trembled beneath you, fingers curling into fists against the restraints.
“M-Mistress—I’m close, please—”
You pulled off, dragging your tongue along the underside. “Not yet.”
You stroked him slowly, keeping him on the edge. When he started to whimper too much, you stopped completely, letting him writhe.
“Are you going to come without permission?” you asked.
“No! Please—don’t stop again. I need to feel you.”
You smirked, finally straddling his hips and guiding him to your entrance.
When you sank down onto him, his entire body arched. “F-fuck—”
You rode him slowly — hips rolling, nails digging into his chest. He was crying out under you, blindfolded, helpless, and completely yours.
He begged. Praised. Worshiped.
And when you finally whispered, “You may come,” he shattered beneath you — moaning, body seizing, cock pulsing as you pushed him through it.
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Ji-hoo curled into you, still shaking slightly as you held a warm towel to his chest.
“You okay?” you asked softly.
He nodded against your shoulder. “That was…”
You stroked his hair. “What you needed?”
His voice cracked. “More than that.”
He kissed your wrist.
“I didn’t think anyone would ever want this part of me. But you didn’t hesitate.”
You smiled, kissing the top of his head.
“Ji-hoo,” you said gently. “You’re mine now. And I take very good care of what’s mine.”
pairing: lee kang-soo x fem!reader
synopsis: you're an exotic dancer catching the eyes of the notorious snitch, lee kang-soo
warnings: MDNI 18+. smut, p in v, unprotected, slight choking, squirting, f!receiving, red-light district, exotic dancers, club setting, mentions of drugs
word count: 5.0k, yes she's long and we all need jesus.
a/n: all i can is sheesh and possibly sorry, not sorry 😈. this is smutty, do not read if you're a minor.
Hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, Lee Kang-soo took one last drag of his cigarette, his eyes closed in thought for a moment. Finding himself in the red-light district in Seoul yet again as Prosecutor Goo Gwan-hee had him on a stakeout to find his next target.
However, this specific night club held exotic dancers and tonight he was here of his own volition. Prosecutor Goo had no idea of his whereabouts, simply informing Kang-soo that he would stay in touch once he heard anything else about the circle of people that were in high connection to an infamous drug ring.
Kang-soo was on a mission a few days ago, strictly business, until his interest had focused on a dancer that he couldn’t quite shake from his mind. You had caught his eye for a moment, keeping your focus on him as he walked around the club that night. The other dancers had talked about the snitch and how attractive the man was, the girls were eager to catch his attention wanting just one chance to be his dancer for the night.
Kang-soo had accumulated a lot of money being a professional snitch for an ambitious prosecutor, this intrigued the dancers as they loved seeing a man with money. An attractive man at that. Meeting his gaze that night, you couldn’t quite tell if he was looking straight at you as he was wearing glasses inside the dark club. When he had approached you slowly, you sank down to meet his eye level, back against the pole that danced with you. You were well known for your attire at the club, the customers loved the mystery. It kept something intimate between you and any paying customer.
Kang-soo merely saw your eyes, the lower part of your face hidden beneath a lace, mesh mask that was alluring to him. He lowered his glasses down the bridge of his nose, chewing on his gum anxiously as he met your eyes. By the time he had walked closer to you, your time on the stage was up. You tilted your head in curiosity at the way he held himself, cigarette in his hand, chewing on gum that accentuated his jawline. He was confident but not in a way that made you feel disgusted in his presence. He didn’t throw money at you or throw sexually insinuating words your way like the others, he simply stared.
It wasn’t a secret to the other dancers that you had caught Lee Kang-soo’s attention, there were plenty of other girls that shared the stage with you. Some cheered you on, some envied you and they were bitter about the lost opportunity. This industry was competitive after all.
Kang-soo found the other girls equally as beautiful but you, there was something about you that had him reaching in his pants late at night at the thought of your eyes.
That’s what led him here tonight. The pressing thought of you.
As you were getting ready for the night, applying the last bit of your stage makeup, a friend of yours approached you. She whispered in your ear that the snitch had made another surprise arrival at the club. You raised an eyebrow as she spoke. She mentioned he was standing near the bar, waiting. Convinced that he was waiting for you, she helped you finish getting ready.
Strapping your heels on as you wrapped the mask around your face, she kept her voice down as she spoke, “I haven’t told any of the other girls, they would swarm him like hawks.” She gave you a cheeky wink as she finished helping you. You returned the favor by touching up her makeup as she had just returned from the stage, getting her ready for private dances.
You glanced around at the other girls getting ready, they were extravagant with their attire. You, however, kept it simple. Black was sexy, glitter was sexy, lace was sexy, the mask tying your look together. No one dared to try and outdo your unique appearance, knowing the owner of the club was insistent that you brought the most customers with the simplicity and mystery.
You were confident of your dancing skills, a flashy appearance just wasn’t your vibe for that stage. The stage was yours once you stepped foot onto it and everyone knew it.
Kang-soo placed a piece of gum in his mouth to calm his nerves as he waited for the next set of dancers to waltz onto that stage. He would wait all night if he had to.
“I’m telling you, dude. The main girl in this next group is what this club is all about. She’s unbelievably sexy. God, what I would give for one night with that one.”
Kang-soo’s jaw clenched as he listened to two men a short distance from him converse amongst themselves, they had to have been talking about you. You were the most interesting dancer he had seen that night on his mission. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought of these other men gawking at you.
“What’s her name?” The other man had said, his leg bouncing nervously as the lights started to dim, the room a shade of red as the club prepared for the next set of dancers.
“They call her ‘Akma’.”
A shudder ran through Kang-soo at your stage name. He hadn’t received any information about you that night but your stage name had meant ‘devil’ and that to him felt intense. The way you moved your body that night had him in a trance, like a devil’s trap. It was fitting, he was intrigued by the mystery. His skin prickled as the room silenced, a sultry song started to play.
Other dancers walked onto the stage giving their best into their performance finding their respective poles. Kang-soo watched them closely though there was a pole without a dancer placed in the middle of the stage. At the core of the song that played throughout the club, the lights dimmed, the only light was the snaking of a neon red onto the pole in the middle.
That’s when he saw your silhouetted figure, you walked slowly onto that stage, strategically moving with the beat of the song. The men in the crowd cheered as you entered the stage, it was riveting. When the spotlight slowly crept up your body, Kang-soo’s breath hitched. There you were, mask covering the lower half of your face but the spotlight hit your eyes just right, hypnotizing the entire room.
Kang-soo nervously gulped, he could feel the heat pool through his body like it would on those late nights as he gripped his cock at the thought of those eyes. The way your makeup was done made you look like a cat, the sharp gaze you held on that stage stopped conversations.
When your body slowly moved to the music, the pole holding you with perfect precision as if it knew your body, Kang-soo slowly drifted closer to the stage. There were chairs for VIPs placed perfectly in front of the stage, giving those that sat in them the perfect view of the beautiful dancer in front of them.
Kang-soo approached two men, about his age, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.
“Move it or lose it.”
His tone was cold and firm, the grip on the men’s shoulders tightened as he physically restrained himself from throwing them off of the chairs. The men stared at him, to which he merely smirked at the both of them. He started to roll the sleeves of his jacket up, this making the men hastily move from their chairs. Mumbling profanities as they struggled to find another seat as good as the ones he had stolen. Kang-soo didn’t care as he stared up at you from the floor. Your eyes had caught his as you slid down the lit up pole. He couldn’t see due to your mask, but you had a smirk plastered on your face at the sight of him directly in front of you.
Your hands reached to the black, lacy shawl you had wrapped around your body, hiding the lingerie underneath. Kang-soo watched closely as you slowly undid the knot placed perfectly at the center of your stomach, he watched as the shawl slowly dropped to your feet. He watched as you slowly slid down with the shawl, crawling slowly on all fours toward him at the edge of the stage. He truly thought he was hypnotized by your movement.
The way your breasts were pushed up by the corset you were wearing made his mouth water. What he would give to touch you.
Kang-soo simply ignored the other dancers that had made their way to the floor to engage with the audience. He felt hands over his shoulders, other dancers approaching him, touching him with the music. Yet, he didn’t feel them. He simply locked eyes with you the entire time, you enjoyed the sight of his full face, no glasses hiding that sharp bone structure. His cheekbones, good enough to ride.
“Mine.”
It wasn’t until you hissed that word to the other dancers surrounding Kang-soo that he registered the predatory look in your eyes. That word was enough for the other dancers to take their hands off of him. They moved onto other guests in the VIP section, you ignored the eye rolls and silent cursing from the other girls as they sauntered away.
You sat up on your knees in front of Kang-soo, the position giving him a nice view of your thighs and when you leaned in slightly waving a finger for him to come closer, he felt that he was in a dream. A wet, hot dream.
You were sparkling with body spray, the closer he got to you he could make out the way your skin sparkled underneath the red lights. When he was just a few inches from your face, the scent of your perfume sent a jolt through his lower region. The scent rich and deep, the scent was what he would describe as the color red. A deep, dark, sexy red.
You were a vixen and he was unbelievably smitten.
You didn’t say anything as he leaned in close, you slowly looked over at the private dancing rooms in a hallway. Kang-soo’s eyes followed your gaze, the rooms were placed a distance from the stage, guards securing the rooms for private guests. His eyes slowly made their way back to you, your eyes meeting his once again. He received the message loud and clear even though no words were spoken.
Kang-soo had enough money to throw at this opportunity if it cost him an arm. You reached out, tilting his head up slightly with a finger, your touch lingered as you let out a small chuckle. He wanted to hear that sound again, he wanted to hear every sound come out of your mouth. The more he watched as you continued to dance seductively through your set, the more he was determined to get that moment with you alone. He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, watching you tease and play with his attention.
You were indeed a devil on that stage, he wondered how much of that stage presence resided in a private room with him.
Kang-soo had swiftly found the club owner having a drink with some of his colleagues after your set had finished, the lingering look you had given him as you exited the stage had him on his feet fast.
He merely placed a bag of cash on the bar in front of the club owner, “I want those rooms cleared, I will pay for all of them for the next hour. Tell Akma I’ll be waiting.”
He hadn’t waited for the owner to speak, the eyes of the man widened at the sight of the money in front of him. It was enough money to cover an entire night of those rooms from his most expensive customers. Kang-soo hastily walked to the private dancing rooms, giving the guards a glance before stepping into the hallway finding the very back room.
There was a large, velvet red couch placed in the room. Sat next to it was a table full of various liquors and wine, glasses small and large glittered under the light. And above the back of the couch was a vintage mirror, led lights lit up behind it. Kang-soo released a deep breath, sitting down on the large couch, waiting for you.
His knees bounced as he leaned on them with his elbows, he nervously bit his knuckle the longer he waited. His confidence was never this shot but the look on your face as you ran those other dancers away from him was promising.
The sliding door opened and closed, startling Kang-soo from his trance. He sat up slowly at the sight of you, the shawl now placed on your shoulders once again but not tied. He had full view of your body in that goddamn lingerie set that had his cock hardening at the sight. He was slightly disappointed at the sight of the mask but knew it was for your comfort. He visibly gulped as you stood there menacingly.
There was a pole in the center of the room, lit up neon red like the one on that stage. You placed a hand on it as you stepped closer toward Kang-soo.
“You have no idea the trouble you have caused me, snitch.”
Your lust filled words sent shivers throughout his body. The closer you stepped toward him, the more his hands twitched at his side. You stood in front of him, the proximity of you and your perfume darkened his eyes.
Kang-soo stood then, his tall frame making you gaze at him from underneath your lashes.
“You scared of a little trouble?”
You squinted at him as he stood tall in front of you. You tilted your head, shoving him back down on the couch. The shove taking his breath away for a moment. You leaned over him, placing one hand on the back of the couch.
You leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “Try me.”
Kang-soo waited for you to lean back, he glanced over your face. You smirked underneath the mask, taking the opportunity to sit on his lap, straddling him. He froze, restraining himself from touching you, not wanting to overstep. His fists clenched at his sides as he waited for you to do something. He knew you could feel him grow harder underneath your clothed center.
You raised your hands, carefully slipping the mask from your face. Kang-soo watched closely as the full frame of your face that he had been daydreaming about fully in his view now. You were stunning, a part of him felt that you hid your face to spare the men from fainting at the sight.
A song started to play in the room, the sound faint to Kang-soo as he watched you slip the shawl from your shoulders. He had paid for a dance after all, he would sit there, silently suffering the feel of you on his body for just a moment longer if it meant keeping you there.
Your movements were carefully thought out, you were teasing him but wanted him to know just how bad you wanted him. Kang-soo’s breathing proceeded to get heavier as you released the corset around your torso, leaving you now only in a lace bra and underwear. You rolled your hips onto his, never breaking eye contact with the flushed man in front of you.
“Can I tell you a secret, snitch?” You whispered in his ear, still moving your body to the rhythm of the song. Kang-soo nodded, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your breath on his ear.
“The man that you’re looking for is the man you placed the bag of cash in front of,” you whispered in his ear, placing both hands on the back of the couch he was sitting on. Kang-soo’s eyes shot open at your words. You leaned back, still straddling him. Kang-soo didn’t have the slightest interest in thinking about work with you straddling him. He put the information in the back of his mind for when he was thinking clearly.
“Now, I want you to stop restraining yourself and fuck me like you have been with those eyes of yours.”
Your words had set fire to the flame. Kang-soo cupped your ass as he lifted you. He gently placed your back on the couch, you were beautifully sprawled out beneath him. He leaned over you, both hands supporting himself as he roughly pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss desperate and filled with need from the both of you. He moaned into your mouth at the taste of you. There was a slight cherry taste on your lips from the lip product you used. The taste making him hungrier for more. His tongue played with your lips asking for entry to which you gladly accepted.
Tongues clashed and teeth met with guttural need, the both of you flush against each other as if you’ve been starved. Kang-soo’s hands found their way to the back of your bra, you leaned up on your elbows to help him take the garment off of you. He never once broke the kiss as he freed your breasts from the bra. His hands immediately finding their way to your breasts as he roughly pinched your nipples, causing you to moan in his mouth. He took the opportunity to place his lips around one nipple, the other being painfully teased and pinched with his large hand. Your pussy clenching at the feel of him on you, the warmth of his body felt like heaven.
Kang-soo toyed with your nipples some more, causing you to shudder underneath him.
“God, you have no idea what you have done to me since I saw you that night,” Kang-soo said into your chest, placing rough kisses and love bites on your chest, breasts and collarbone. The feel of his teeth on your skin almost sending you over the edge. He was rough but he was careful.
He slowly placed love bites down your body, he smirked into your skin at the sound of your whimpers as he lowered himself. He placed a kiss above your underwear before giving it a bite, he did the same with your inner thighs. The feeling making your body shudder again.
Kang-soo slowly dragged your underwear down with his teeth, he looked up at you as he did so. Once he had the underwear down to your ankles, he tugged them off of you and threw them somewhere in the room. You were fully bare in front of him, he was devouring you with his eyes.
“Before I completely lose control and devour you. My name is Kang-soo, so you know what name you need to be screaming by the time I’m done with you.”
His words sent heat through your core, pussy clenching as he placed sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. He teased you, dancing across your skin with his tongue before he reached that spot.
He swiped his tongue once over your entire core, giving you a good warning of what was to come. Your hands were running through his hair as he continued to eat you out. The pressure slowly building and he licked you with need. He sucked, licked, bit every part of you until your legs were quivering around his cheeks. Instinctively, your legs pressed together, Kang-soo kept his face in between your legs as you squirmed. He spread your legs as you tried to keep him from eating you out as an unfamiliar pressure built in your lower belly. Kang-soo sensed that you were close by the way you were writhing under him, he slipped a finger inside of you before slipping another inside, letting you adjust to his fingers before proceeding to lick and suck on your clit.
The pressure continued to build, you were completely under his control.
“Oh, fuck, Kang-soo! I’m gonna…”
He pulled back as he felt you tighten around his fingers, he removed his fingers but roughly rubbed them on your clit which made liquid heat pour out of you. You gasped in shock and adrenaline as he continued to make you squirt. You had never done that before, even with your experience in bed with numerous partners, no one has ever made you squirt.
Kang-soo admired the way his hand was drenched, he scrambled to remove his jacket and shirt. You watched him, panting from your climax, pussy still twitching at the sight of him. Once he had removed his pants and his cock sprung free from its temporary suffering, he leaned over you, both hands placed on the arm of the couch above you. He was stunning underneath the light in the room.
He didn’t give you a chance to recover as he placed both of your legs over his shoulders having you bent at an angle as he teasingly rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance.
“Tell me your name, baby. I want to have you fully in this room. Give me all of you.”
You lightly pressed a hand against his cheek as he continued to rub his cock against your core. You were practically whimpering at his teasing touch. You debated for a moment at the loss of confidentiality between you and this man. Though technically he was a paying customer, this was different. You never let a man touch you, it was your rule as many drunk men didn’t have full control of their hands under the influence. Most times, you would play into this by having them handcuffed to the pole to ensure they didn’t touch.
Kang-soo was different, you saw it in the way he looked at you. It was different than the lust you would typically see in the eyes of the men that watched you.
You pulled him closer to you, his angular nose grazing yours as he watched you. He was unsure if he had crossed a line but when you gave him a small smile, his worry went away.
“Y/N.”
Kang-soo released a deep grunt at the sound of your name, this giving him the okay to thrust into you fully. You gasped at the feel of him to which he responded with a moan of his own. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size knowing your pussy was still sensitive from the orgasm you had.
When he thrust into you again, you could’ve sworn you saw stars. The more he roughly fucked you, the more that tingling sensation fluttered through your body. The sounds of his whimpers and moans held your tongue so you could simply hear him. You bit your lip as he continued to slam into you, the angle he had you in hit that spot just right and he hit it every time.
He readjusted your position, holding you close as he sat on the couch upright. You were once again straddling him, he held your hips as he helped you bounce on his lap. The sound of his moans and skin slapping together was filthy but you wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. You ran your fingers through his long hair, the edges of his hair slick with sweat. He was so unbelievably hot underneath you, the mere sight of him biting his lip set a fire through your body.
“Just like that, Y/N. Don’t stop, fuck!”
You didn’t stop, having enough adrenaline for the both of you. The grip he had on your hips would leave a bruise for sure but you would wear it proudly if it meant he didn’t loosen it for one moment. Kang-soo found your lips again, biting teasingly at them. He was hungry for you and would taste every inch of you if it took up your whole night.
“Kang-soo, I’m getting close again.”
Kang-soo’s eyes flashed, he pulled you up from him. You pouted at the loss of him inside of you but he didn’t keep you waiting. He had you on your knees, the palms of your hands placed on the back of the couch. He stood behind you and lifted your head so you made eye contact with him through the mirror behind the couch. The sight of you both, animalistic.
Kang-soo leaned over your back, his lips brushing the lobe of your ear as he whispered, “I want you to watch those eyes of yours as I fuck you. I want you to see what I have been seeing in my dreams every night since I set eyes on you.”
He looked at you in the mirror with lowered, dark eyes. You were hypnotized at the sight of him as he roughly inserted himself. He would push you forward with every thrust, his hands on your hips again for support. You obeyed his demands as he relentlessly fucked you, maintaining eye contact with yourself. You looked vulnerable and deliciously fucked, sweat making your skin sparkle.
Kang-soo made eye contact with you for a moment through the mirror, the eye contact earning you a hard spank on your ass, the impact causing you lose your breath for a moment.
“Harder,” you demanded, Kang-soo obeyed. He spanked you harder and harder, the pain so intense it felt euphoric.
You were getting close once again, the pressure building up at the sight of Kang-soo driving into you at such a good pace. His abs and pecs flexing with every thrust. He had shoved into you hard, causing you to place your hands on the mirror, the sweat from your hands fogging up the glass into the shape of your hand. Kang-soo placed his hand above the print of yours, his own heat causing the print to stick on the mirror.
He gripped your throat with the hand he was spanking you with, he pulled you close to his front.
“Look at that mirror, baby.”
Your eyes met his through the mirror, tits bouncing, his grip on your throat tightened a bit but not enough to cut your breathing off.
“You see who is fucking you right now? Tell me what you see,” Kang-soo grunted into your ear, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the feeling of you tightening around him.
“You’re fucking me, Kang-soo. So, so good,” you moaned loud enough to fill the entire room, your outcries overpowering the music in the room.
He had made to move back as he was getting close as well, you grabbed his wrist of the hand that was wrapped around your throat. You looked at him with that practiced gaze that you wore on stage.
“Don’t you dare pull out.”
Kang-soo smirked into the side of your head at the sight of that familiar gaze, he released a small, satisfied chuckle.
“Yes ma’am.”
His words sending you both over the edge, the feeling of him spilling inside of you warmed your belly. His own body shuddering as you milked every ounce of cum from his cock. You fit each other perfectly.
Yet, as you both sat there for a moment intertwined with each other, Kang-soo just couldn’t ever get enough of you.
You flicked the gold lighter open, the sound of the flame bursting to life rang through your ears. You lit up the end of the cigarette Kang-soo had handed you after coming down from your feral fucking. The both of you spent, your bodies trembled with aftershock. You took a shaky drag out of the cigarette, sitting on the couch naked, one leg crossed over the other.
Kang-soo was sprawled out beside you, his head leaning on the back of the couch in a daze of his own.
“How did you know what I was here for?” Kang-soo asked after a moment of silence, the two of you sharing the cigarette, he spoke with the cigarette in his mouth.
“I told you, snitch. You’ve caused me a lot of trouble coming back here,” you took the cigarette from his mouth and placed it back in yours.
“I need a favor.”
Kang-soo peered over at you, head still leaning against the back of the couch, he looked handsome still covered in sweat.
“I want that man behind bars. If not behind bars, I want him dead.”
It was no secret the owner of the club was a part of the drug ring the prosecutor was looking for. He used the other girls and yourself as drug mules, once word got around that the snitch was on the lookout for him, you wanted him gone. Kang-soo was waiting on that last piece of information from Prosecutor Goo but you had willingly given it to him. Though with this information was the risk of putting you in danger. He would be sure to prevent your endangerment from happening, if it took all of his money.
“Will do, princess.”
“I’m no princess, snitch.”
Kang-soo smirked at you as you inhaled the cigarette once more before handing it back to him. You stood then, legs still shaky from the fun ride you had. You put the shawl over your frame, not bothering with the undergarments. Your fun time with Kang-soo was over now, the owner would be on the lookout for you to ensure you hadn’t overstepped the forbidden line. The line being his name on a hit list for the snitch and the prosecutor.
You glanced over your shoulder at the sculpted, naked man on that couch. Placing the mask back over the lower half of your face.
“You know where to find me if you’re having wet dreams again. I’d love to take a ride on that handsome face next time,” you left him with that information, smirking underneath the mask as he leaned forward to leave a cheeky slap on your bare ass. He sighed in astonishment, taking a drag out of the last of the cigarette, accentuating his cheekbones.
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