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you see my, thick thighs
lost when you look into my brown eyes
song recommendations: be honest - jorja smith
playing games - summer walker
warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, oral (m), anal, +18 content (minors do not interact)
tags: nct Haechanxfem!reader,other members (voyeurs)
word count: 6,3k
author's note: i'm in a serious haechan brainrot take this boy away from me. i might have got a bit carried away with this. -adm lorren
Ever since you started dating Haechan, your partying days were partly over. Besides some special occasions when there were parties of your sororities or when you were up to the snooker bar you visited often, you two barely left the house for fun. Channie enjoyed playing games as much as you, so you two figured out a way using multiple monitors to play together. The place sided with Haechan's chair was actually Jaehyun's, but he never minded handing it over to you whenever you were around. He'd just go and find himself a vacant computer. He was well aware that the two of you barely had time to spend together, it was either some nightstands or a miracle for Haechan to have a day off when he had to manage to be a part of three different clubs. You had the same setup at your place, for whenever you two had the chance to enjoy some privet time. You didn’t really care about staying put, in fact, you probably liked it better. When you weren't up to games you'd just keep company with him quietly reading a book, watching something, or doing your essays.
Even tho you didn't know, most of his mates were jealous of your relationship. Not the evil type of jealousy. They just looked forward to having someone like Haechan has you. It never reached your ears, but the boys were always commenting with Haechan how lucky he was to find someone like you. You didn’t push him, you didn’t pressure him or demanded things that were obviously out of his reach (the little time you had with him for example). Most people weren't ready to accept that. The ones who joined so far always got away broken hearteds. But you stayed and didn't seem to have any pretensions to leave. From the other’s eyes, you were ready to face it all for the boy and be the perfect girlfriend, barely any friction happened in your relationship. You were a full giver when it comes to Haechan. Yuta said once he regretted his life being too shy to walk to you, instead, Haechan shamelessly started flirting with you. And he owned you from that first moment.
You never lied to yourself, he wasn't the first to impress you that day. He wasn’t really your type. A little too boyish even tho he was around your age. You looked for the other ones Johnny or maybe Jaehyun that you were expecting. And even tho all glances were directed to you from time to time, it was the younger boy who put himself into action. Later in that conversation, he confessed that they were trying to make it fair by walking to you and he ended up winning Johnny on jokenpo. He considered for a second before walking over to you. You were clearly a foreigner, but you didn't seem to be an outsider, so he probably wouldn't have to struggle with English and end up having to ask Johnny over to translate you to him. Luckily it went well as expected. Your Korean skills were as good as a native could be. It was the first thing he complimented about you. And then came many others.
You ended up falling for the boy. What harm would it make? You two already had the chance to get acquainted with each other, why be picky now? And even tho he wasn't your type, it was exactly the opposite in him that attracted you the most (probably after his thick thighs). The boyish innocent side of him. From your first encounter was also clear that it was just a pose. You learned that within only a few minutes of talking with him. The way he gave explicit looks to your mouth, when not your cleavage, and then when he started dirty talking to you after a few more drinks.
Your encounter with Haechan seemed for the better, to both of you. You probably wouldn't go on a trip of dating any of the boys who first interested you. Destiny is a weird thing.
Whenever they were playing, Johnny would be the one in charge of the playlist. But when you were in for the game you were ruling that part. Most of your playlists consisted of rap. That made Mark grow very close to you. In fact, all of the 127 team were fond of you. You weren’t good only to Haechan, but to all of them whenever they needed it. Like when Doyoung got sick and you treated him better than anyone could have. And the sympathetic conversations you had with Taeyong whenever the two of you found yourselves alone. And the inumerous meals prepared with Taeil. Haechan did get jealous sometimes, it even caused you two to fight. It was a one and only event. All it took was a conversation for Haechan to land back safely on planet Earth, where he knew you'd be always awaiting his return. He realized that you were, indeed, his and he wasn't afraid of losing you anymore. He was fully confident about this relationship, as much as you were.
You were playing for almost three hours now. It was you, Johnny, Yuta, Mark, Doyoung, and Haechan, who sat by your side at your place. You got bored of playing. You decided to roll a joint and smoke your boredom away. Not sure if it was a good idea. You sat by his side when you lit it so he’d smoke too. Smoke never made you crazy high, just eased your nerves and made you feel a little lighter from the exhausting routine. ‘Tho it did hit different sometimes and this was one of the very few times you actually wanted your boyfriend's attention to yourself. You had already died mostly out of lack of interest to play anymore. You couldn’t say that Haechan didn't cooperate with you. That's when you called out for him, he just asked to finish the match.
You didn’t really mind waiting. You just layed on your bed, enjoying the summer vibes of the song from your playlist that kept rolling, but then something caught your attention. Haechan half spun his chair whenever he was too excited doing quick moves. That's when your eyes laid on your doom — Haechan's thighs. You realized he didn't change today, as he usually does, into some shorts, that always get your attention too. But fuck whenever he showed up wearing tight jeans would drive you a bit insane (you can read a lot). Sometimes you thought that your love and adoration for him could actually make you go nuts. So many lewd things go through your mind, you can picture you two in one of your make-out sessions. That was enough to get you on your feet and walk towards him like a cat about to catch its prey.
And just like your approach, your next movements were swift not to disturb his game he barely eyed you when straddled him leaning your head on the crook of his neck, he could keep playing since he still towered over your cradled form on his lap. He figured you’d stay put, that you were merely being affectionate. Though the word to describe your situation wasn’t exactly this one.
He soon found out your real intentions when you started to ground yourself on his thigh as much as you could, rubbing your clothed core on his ripped jeans. You let out a deep sigh when you found the right position. Haechan gave you a deadly stare. He didn’t want to express himself just to be asked by the others what was all that about. He didn’t know what were you up to. And to be honest, neither did you. But since you guys barely go out for fun, why not make it fun when you’re home? But then he just deviated his attention back to the game. You wouldn’t give in to it. Other than the computer game, you were just playing another one, consisting of who would give in first.
“Hyuk” You whined aloud for him to listen through the headset. You were back grinding on him, your legs completely attached to his body. He tried to cover the mic but it was too late, everyone on the other side of the line had heard you. They went deadly quiet almost like they were holding their breaths. The only sound was the inviting r&b playlist you played.
“What the fuck are you doing?” No matter how hard he tried, everyone could still hear you two.
“I just...” your tone was the softest any of the boys — except for Haechan — had never heard before. You didn’t know what you were going to say. What if Haechan gets mad at you for doing that in front of his friends? Lucky for you, your savior came to the rescue.
“You guys know we can hear you, right?” Your face was so close to Haechan’s that it was easy to distinguish Doyoung’s question.
Haechan raised his brows at you in a silent “what do we do now". You raised your head from his shoulder and Haechan turned his attention back to the game once again thinking that you were putting an end to this, but instead, you catch his mic bringing it closer to your mouth.
“Yes, we know you can hear us and well.. anyone who doesn’t want to hear it, just shut it off. Including my precious boyfriend, if he doesn’t want you guys to hear us, then he can always quit the match.” Haechan’s eyebrows were perked once again. He knew the final choice was his, and as the shameless bastard he was, he kept playing nonchalant, and just like as you could see on the monitors, everyone else kept playing too.
Then it was your turn to keep up with your onslaught on Haechan. You went back to ride his thigh. Usually, you weren’t much vocal, that you left for Haechan. But the fact that you had spectators on the other side of the line induced you to let out soft moans against his skin whenever you weren’t kissing him, on the sides of his neck and his jawline. You loved being up close to him, he was just too beautiful, and he loved the attention.
Haechan was trying with all the parts of his brain that weren’t thinking about the wetness he could evidence whenever your parts got in contact with his skin through the ripped jeans. That, and the fact that his best friends were all listening, the match was never this quiet, everyone wanted to hear you, to get a piece of you. He was well aware that the boys held an attraction for you. They couldn’t picture accurately what was happening on this side of the line. But Haechan wanted them to know exactly what was happening, make them jealous for not having you as he did. He kept playing, but he was ready to join your game too.
First, the only thing they could hear was your soft moans and Haechan cursing under his breath. Then, things started to escalate, they could now hear the dirties Haechan talked to you. All that without taking their eyes off the screen. The call would come down if they lost the match, and they didn’t want to lose.
“Shit, I haven’t even touched you and you’re soaking my pants” He paused, and he could hear a heavy breath and a curse through the headphones, he knew they’d have a clearer picture of what you were doing right now, “Mind to tell me what were you thinking?” You never stopped your motion, your hands clenching on his t-shirt.
“You already know" you answered in between your breaths, almost too low for the others to hear.
“But they don’t" You knew your boyfriend was a shameless bastard, but you didn’t think he’d enjoy it this much, enough to actually put up a show for his friends.
You humpfed not wanting to deviate your attention from the mild friction you were getting from humping his thigh, and for a millisecond, Haechan took his hand from the mouse and pulled your hair by the roots, getting a cry out of you, making you face him. His expression was deadly serious. You were in for it, now you deal with the consequences.
“Babe” you cried out leaning your face so your mouth was just under the mic. “You just looked sooo good on these jeans.. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Ahh..” He said as if he already didn’t know that you were crazy about his thighs, but what came later exposed how familiar he was with your taste. “So, what do you like better, ride me like this, or when I hold you between them until you’re choking on my dick?”, you actually heard what he said, but you got lost in the thought of it. He seemed to notice cause he shook his shoulder in order to make you get out of your trance. But he didn’t give you the time to answer “wow, you were thinking of it weren’t you?” you nodded fiercely, “I’ll give you everything you want, just finish yourself first”
You did as he said, you kept grinding on him, and even tho he tried to play cool, he started to grow on his trousers. You took your hand from his shoulder and landed it on his hardening member, massaging it over the layers of clothes that still covered him. Your other hand played and pulled the hair behind his neck while you licked and sucked on his soft spots. But you got eager and you wanted more, now. And you knew exactly what it took to make Hyuck break.
Just like his thighs were your doom, his were your breasts. He wasn’t much into exhibitionism or insanely horny to fuck you in the dorms. Those were rare occasions. The only times he'd initiate intimate activities, he'd go for your boobs, if not massaging them, he’d have his mouth on them on any chance he had. You gave up wearing bras the day Taeyong knocked on the door of the room Haechan shared with Jaehyun, you didn’t mind opening the door yourself, but then you wished you hadn’t. Taeyong was standing there, with your lacy bra in hand. “I believe this is yours?” he had said and you wanted to vanish from the face of the earth.
Anytime you two were alone, whether there were people in the dorm or not, Haechan would have his mouth on them. He’d either pull the collar of your loose shirts enough for him to savor them, or he’d pull it up to your chest. You already had a list on your mind of how many of them witnessed the act. Mark walked in on you once, which made him freak out and ghost you for almost a week, not even looking in your face when you came over. You had to confront him to bring your best friend back. Once it was Taeil, who got tomato red at the sight and apologized to you a zillion times in between the scolding with your boyfriend. Yuta was a freak, you didn’t expect any other reaction besides the one he had, which was to stay watching for a good couple of minutes before presenting himself, he still had the audacity to compliment your tits. That nearly made Haechan go insane and snap his neck. He refused to leave you alone in his company after that. And Jaehyun, who you lost count of how many times he witnessed it. But he had a clear picture in his head from the time Haechan lapped so much that they got impossibly wet. When you pulled your shirt back down, the white cloth became transparent. He did enjoy the sight as much as he could since you two didn’t seem to notice it. When you watched movies with the rest of the group, his hands would always sneak up to them smoothing and groping them. It happened so often that the others got used to it and gave up trying to hold back the menace, and so did you. Dare you to say no to him, he’d get mad, sulking for as long as he could. He was a manipulative jerk.
One second was all it took for him to let go of the mouse and the keyboard when you pulled your shirt over your head. He was all over you. The only thing he minded to do was moving the mic away from his face before he came down ravishing on them letting out loud groans against your skin. You not being much vocal was the total opposite of Hyuck, he’d let out the most beautiful sounds, just like his honey voice when he was singing, sweetness poured out of his mouth as much as dirty in your moments of intimacy. You absolutely loved it.
Having his mouth all over your sensitive nipples, sucking and kneading on them was all that was left for you to come while still riding his thigh, failing to contain a soft moan. You didn’t have a doubt that you left a trace of yourself on his jeans. He held you still, his arms around your form, and kissed you for the first time since you started to make out, or whatever you should call that. Now you were a moaning mess. You couldn’t help yourself when you were kissing him, not like that.
Realization of the fact that there were people listening to you only came when you broke the kiss, leaving pecks all over his jawline, and threaded your fingers through his hair. Hitting the headset that was still on. You chuckled a little and pulled the mic down to your mouth, keeping close so you could hear their reactions. It was a pity that you weren’t paying attention to them before.
“Well boys, I guess you've lost the game.” You bit your lower lip while Hyuck kept smiling at your actions.
“Like hell we did.” You were shocked to hear Mark, out of all the boys, Mark saying that. He seemed to regret it the moment he opened his mouth because he went back deadly silent.
“Yeah, sorry to let you know, but we’re still playing, even tho your boyfriend couldn’t handle whatever it was that happened in the middle.” Johnny came to the rescue and you turned your head to get a glimpse of the monitors, they really were still playing. Guess you weren’t over then. And the tent on your boyfriend’s pants told you the same.
“I bet 50,000 ₩ that she took her shirt off.” You heard Yuta say and snickers followed close.
“Nakamoto, do you want to die?” Hyuck said in a threatening tone. And you heard Yuta telling him to chill.
“Are you guys gonna keep playing or not?” Everyone was surprised to hear Doyoung’s voice. But they quietly waited for an answer.
“Well, I’m fine with it.” You said and shrugged your shoulders, “You?” you directed the question to your boyfriend.
“More than fine, we were just getting started anyways.” He gave you a peak on the lips just to reassure you. “Now, can you guys keep the match going?” You heard exasperated affirmation noises.
You were more than ready to keep the action going. Hyuck kept lapping on your breasts and since he was finally free from the match, he could now touch you. He slipped his fingers inside your panties and as expected, he found you almost dripping.
“Shit, did you get this wet for showing off to my friends? Are you that much of a slut?” His fingers playing with your entrance were the only thing you were focused on. “I asked you a question.” He pinched your nipple hard occasionating you to shrink down on his other hand.
“Fuck yes, yes!” Your voice came out of your tone, but then you said it louder so they all would hear.
“Good. Now I have a game for you.” Oh-oh, you knew nothing that would come out of your boyfriend’s mouth would be good. Haechan liked to take things to the extreme, being the competitive fucker he was. He felt you tense up, not looking into his eyes. You started this mess, now you deal with the consequences. He kept his hand inside your panties, still only teasing you and playing with your clit. However, his other hand came around your form and started to soothe your back, very softly. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s just a silly game. All you have to do is tell everyone what would you do to them if they were in my place. Tell’em what you like about them. Then you get a treat.” You were looking into his eyes, and you knew he was being serious. You looked down as if you could run away from this mess. This time Hyuck took both of his hands to cup your face and kissed you intimately, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. He was well aware that you couldn’t say no to him, and he never felt sorry to take advantage of it. He broke the kiss and took the fingers that he had inside your panties to your mouth. They were still sticky from your juices and you obliged to it, sucking on them. “You can start now,” he seemed to be giving a thought tho, before saying “by age order, come on now.” You looked incredulously at him. But he just hooked his hand inside your panties once again while his mouth came back to your breasts.
He inserted one finger inside you, well aware that it wasn’t much, but he pushed all the way in, easily hitting your soft spot. You were enjoying the motion, your eyes closed trying to focus only on this, but it didn’t take long for him to bring you back to the game by giving a sharp bite on your mound. You moaned loudly, in fact, you nearly screamed, and he licked on the bite to soothe the pain.
“Joh-Johnny — fuck —” You couldn’t deny to yourself that you thought of them like this, never when you were with Hyuck, but like when you saw them shirtless, drenching with sweat after a match, you did have some sinful thoughts. “Johnny I like your broad shoulders and I'd love to ride you while holding onto them. You are so fucking big.” You could actually picture the scene in your head, it wasn’t hard at all. That made your pussy clench around Haechan’s finger. Begging him for more.
“Hyung, her pussy tells me that she seems to really like you.” You couldn’t hear them anymore and that was probably for the best.
Every single one of them was struggling on their sits. If they lost the match, then the real game would be over. They are sure they’ll have blue balls by the end of this insanity. Nevertheless, none of them wanted to give in.
He inserted another finger but still wasn’t enough. When it came from him, you'd never get enough or tired of it. But you still hummed in pleasure.
“Alright, you know who comes next.” Hyuck talked to you in the sweetest tone.
“Yuta..” His name spilled out of your mouth almost as a moan. Your eyes shut close, Haechan kept his motions on your body, and now you pictured the boy with a beautiful smile, who looked like he came straight out of an anime. However, you knew better than to fool yourself by his looks. “I know you'd do the most sinful things to me, I'd let you do it all to me.” Yuta was all smiles on the other side of the call. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Maybe the little menace of his group did deserve some rights after all.
Haechan was somehow affected by it all, your words, your body on top of his, and the hisses of his friends on his ears trying to restrain themselves. He was enjoying the entire situation. It wasn’t really hurtful to hear you. He and everyone else knew that unless he gave a free pass to it, none of that would ever happen. Although he still planned to punish you for it.
His third finger slide in, driving you even higher. Hyuck knew you could take it just fine. There was a mild scratch, you held his forearm to stop his motions, an innocent act caused by your reflex. His fingers were already moving, touching your soft spot with a torturing pace.
“You’re so tight, babe.” He took his mouth off your sensitive nipples to kiss you. His tongue tangled with yours, you two let out suppressed moans through the kiss, and you had to take deep breaths after you broke the kiss. This whole time you've been bouncing on his fingers that were deep inside you. You had almost forgotten your task but then, he told you to keep going.
Next “Doyoung-ssi,” his name came out like a moan and you clenched so hard your legs pressed Hyuck's sides. That was the most entertained he looked so far, he even let out a shocked ‘wow'. What could you do? “You look so pretty I could come just by watching you.”
Haechan took one of his fingers out of you and you cried out in response. You thought for a moment that maybe you've done something wrong. On the other hand, Hyuck was shoving a finger of the other hand on your mouth and you sucked on it just like you've done before, wet enough for him, he laced his arm around your waist, his hand landed on your asscheek, and drove his finger to your rim, teasing your entrance. You knew he’d only plug into you after you were finished.
Well, you were wrong, because the second you were about to spill Mark's name he started to insert his finger on you, but very slowly. He was playing hard with you. He wanted to see if you had the nerves to keep going, but you would not give in.
“Mark,” You put so much effort to talk that your voice came out desperately quick, you took a deep breath and Hyuck took advantage of it sliding his finger further past his first knuckle massaging your insides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head but when your voice came this time it was in a purr “Mark, sweetie, you’re such a talented boy.. I’d love to see what your mouth can do.” Mark’s brain stopped in his tracks and he nearly died in the match, if not for Johnny covering his ass.
Now you could breathe properly. You wanted to kill Haechan for exposing you like this, but it was the least you had to worry about.
“Since we’re sharing today, I'll tell them a secret about you,” Haechan said casually and you glared at him. No good would come out of his mouth, that you knew. “Well, my dearest girlfriend loves to get her ass ruined.” Johnny let out an exasperated sound, he could easily be ripping his hair off right now. “Yeah, that’s right. In fact, I bet she’d love to get dicked down by two of us, what do you think?”
Haechan’s mouth was back on your nipple, innocent eyes looking up at you as if he wasn’t expressing the dirtiest desires you had. Your hand tugged hard on the back of his sand hair, and he smiled against your skin. He had you in every way. The mere thought of having him and another one fucking you just like his fingers were now expelled your second orgasm, hitting harder than the first one. Your sounds expliciting to the others what just happened. Yuta was biting his lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood, imagining being the one to join you two.
“That much, huh?” He removed his fingers from you, wrapping both arms around your waist pulling you down so you'd be face to face with him and deposited a kiss on your temple. You hated him for being so lewd and so sweet at the same time. After a moment to take a deep breath, you were ready to keep going.
“Shut it, it’s your turn now.” It was Haechan’s turn to wrinkle on his seat. He was mean making you look like a whore in front of his friends and he knew you could be as mean as him. But he didn’t really pay any mind to it. In fact, he smirked at you, loosening his arms from your grip and crossing them behind his head.
He watched your every move, as you stood up from his lap and swiftly pulled back the messy hair that framed your face. His eyes deviating from your breasts for a change, your hands landed on his thighs, stroking them carefully not to touch him yet. You leaned forward and kissed him before you sink to your knees.
Your fingers easily undid his belt and he merely moved his hips up for you to take him off his trousers.
“Seems like the idea of sharing didn’t just excite me.” You sing sang loudly.
“That’s news; you were never good at sharing.” Doyoung was talking nonchalantly as if you were talking about sharing a chocolate bar, and not one of his best friend’s girlfriend.
Haechan shut his eyes closed, meditating not to shut down the computer right away. Honestly, you had no idea this would carry so far, and even less how the fuck did they have the stomach to keep playing in the middle of all this. You couldn’t hear what was happening on the other side of the monitors, but you noticed your boyfriend seemed annoyed by something.
“Babe, look at me.” You said in the sweetest tone, but it was a clear command. Which he complied right away.
Any sign of annoyance dissipated in the second your mouth was on him, sucking eagerly at precum stained tip. It was almost immediate how his moans dripped like honey from his mouth and into your ears.
Your first pace was easy, taking your time to savor him inch by inch before you took it all in. Hyuck didn’t seem to want to be much compliant to it, his fingers threading through your hair harshly, scratching your scalp.
You never minded give in control to him, even tho you were a control freak. Indeed, it was the best trace of loyalty you could offer him. That you wouldn’t give in to anyone except for him.
In a matter of seconds, he was buried in your mouth ‘til the hilt. You did your best trying to focus on keeping your tongue down and not on the fact that your brain was starting to miss oxygen. The gurgling wet sounds that filled the room also filled the ears of the members that listened to the two of you, making them unbelievably harder. It felt great to have the chance of picturing your pretty lips laced around them without feeling the guilt of doing it.
Your nails sunk into his thighs when his hand came down to the front of your neck to feel his dick down your throat. Tears began to spill from the corner of your eyes but your boyfriend was too much into it to notice. You were close to passing out when he pulled you completely off of him.
You coughed hard, spit coming out of your mouth and nose dripping on your tits making half of your face shiny. You felt disgusting, as much as you looked, but your boyfriend always had the time of his life with you looking like that.
“Sorry.” He said acting cute with a smirk on his face that complied with the fact that he wasn’t even slightly sorry. That got him to hear snickers through the headset. This was so Haechan-like.
Over past his ability to control himself further about those who were hearing, he took the headset off, dropping it by the table. You eyed him with the greatest admiration as he shook his head to conceal his hair, his bangs parted in the middle framing his face in a way that made him look even more attractive. He smiled genuinely at you when he caught you staring right before resuming to the brutal pace he kept gliding your head up and down on his length.
When his breath became ragged and his moans reached higher pitches you knew he was close. He came into your mouth murmuring curses under his breath. In addition, you swallowed the moisture as you were used to by now.
Haechan took deep breaths, seeming kinda out of himself before bending down and kissing you, immediately lacing his tongue on yours in an incredibly wet kiss.
A sudden shift in the lightning took you guys out of your moment and looking back you let out a small laugh as the monitors shined in bright colors that indicated the win of your team. Not moving from your place on top of Haechan, who was back focusing on what he liked the most, your boobs, you scratched your arm to take the headset and put it on.
“Congratulations boys, seems like you guys won after all.” Everyone was surprised to hear your purred voice through their headsets, and they were too stunned to speak, so you just followed “Good night and sweet dreams.” Haechan shut the computer off with his feet not minding actually turning it off.
You gave him a final kiss before standing up. When he noticed you were about to flee, he took you by your wrist. You turned to face him offering him a sweet ‘hmm?’ in advance to know what was the motion about. He had his pretty dark eyes turned up at you, first, he seemed innocent, and right after he had the devil’s eyes.
“You didn’t think we were over, did you?” He stood up dangerously close, towering over you, and started to push you in until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed. His palm displayed on your chest shoved you to the mattress. He pulled his shirt over his head and you eyed him from head to toe. You’d never get over the experience of it. His tanned skin shined with stripes of sweat. Looking down you saw him already hard again. Apparently, you were in for a long night. Not that you were complaining.
Haechan fucked you like never before. You two have gone wild before, but never this much. You were afraid your soul would detach from your body by now. His hard trusts and tight grip on your waist were certainly going to leave you sore and bruised in the morning. But you couldn’t care less. Your boyfriend seemed to be in a drunk-hazed state not seeking release, but reassurance over the fact that you were his.
He was railing into you in a rather tiring position, your bodies sticked to each other, no space left in between other than when he pulled back before pushing into you again. Your nails sunk into his shoulders ripping the flesh beneath them, his bangs were now completely wet dancing on his forehead. The lewd sounds of your thighs slapping together was so loud that you two could barely hear each other.
Your pussy ached when he drew out of you. You didn’t have time to complain or react in any way, he was already standing and manhandling you to the end of the bed, spreading your legs wide and placing himself in between them before penetrating you again, this time on your ass. He kept the same brutal pace but now he was hitting something new. You were experiencing a new sensation. He was mildly alarmed when your moans got louder than ever, but it faded when he noticed you were in the same state as him. Your eyes shut closed in contrast to your mouth opened ajar.
It felt so good, for both of you. Haechan was more turned than ever to see you like that. You’d say you were a full giver when it comes to him, but you couldn’t deny that he’d never leave you on hanging either. His pace became erratic and the cream from your pussy collected by the hilt of his shaft occasioned him drift out of you unintentionally. It was the end for you. The strange feeling that had been building in the depts of your stomach washed itself out of you spraying your bodies. It was all it took to make your boyfriend come, pumping his dick spilling inside you making your blood boil in arousal.
Both your breaths came out of you in ragged huffs. Haechan almost tripped when he pulled away from you, so he just threw himself back to the bed. It took a few seconds for you two to roll around and fit yourselves into each other’s arms. He kissed you kindly and smiled in between.
“That was fucking amazing.” You giggled at his enthusiasm.
“Mind to tell me why were you trying to kill me with your dick?” He snuggled you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“You kinda deserved that, you know right?” You humpfed at his muffled words.
The steady rhythm of his breath told you that he was already passed out. Your fingers threaded through his hair occasioning him to hum in his slumber. So sweet, almost as if he hadn’t just tried to fuck your brains out.
i'm not gonna lie, i do intend on doing a part two for this...
This has been posted on ao3 but I thought it deserved to be here as well hehe
Warnings: explicit content +18
Tag: Jujutsu Kaisen Mahitoxfem!reader
Word count: 4,9k
adm lorren
It was late in the afternoon, but your shift was still a bit far from over. You were organizing some books by the end of a bookshelf hallway when you heard some muffled noises. You already knew what expected you once you got a look at it. But you did anyway, following the noises furtively until you reached the end of the section. This wasn't the first, hell, it wasn't even the fifth time you have caught on unscrupulous teenagers making out in the library. Were you as bad as them for watching and not do anything about it? Though what could you possibly do that didn't get you in deeper shit than you were already. So mostly you just watched as they relished on each other.
You weren't a puritan, hell you'd probably do the same if you had someone to it with. But really? The library? Couldn't they show a bit of respect for public places? Not to mention the mess they left behind, sometimes dropping a few books from the shelves. You even found a condom on the floor the other day. No need to mention that you had to be the one to put everything back in its place. You've asked your superiors to insert a camera on the more reserved areas of the library, trying not to mention the real reason but they kept giving you the same excuse about not having the money to install more security devices.
You didn't want to get in trouble with these people, so you did all you could do. You watch. This time the two troublemakers you recognized as other students from your school. You could swear that the boy was dating that girl's best friend. Maybe you got it wrong? You couldn't imagine someone having sex like this with a person that you don't bear any feelings for. Being locked up with thousands of books and fictional characters might have messed with your idea of relationships.
The way they moaned in unison when he pounded harder on her, and her hands tangled on his hair. The way her mouth fell open letting out deep breaths, again and again, it all started to make you feel warmer. You had to bite back a moan when your legs started to rub each other unconsciously. That was when the girl's eyes locked on yours and she started to moan louder as she could. You didn't break the eye contact or your movements only until the boy hissed,
"Are you insane? What are you doing?" He didn't stop pounding on her, but you did get out of your trance.
"We have company." The girl said and you started to retreat in the hallway, maybe you could get away?
"What are you doing? I'm close!" The boy hissed at the girl, but still, she pushed him away and went down the hallway after you.
You were still so dizzy for getting caught that you only realized she had reached you when she held a tight grip to your wrist and pushed you against a bookshelf,
"You go to the same high school as we don't you?" she asked in a friendly tone. You didn't see a point in denying it, so you just nodded at her. She exchanged a look with the boy and then he cornered you side by side with her. "You were enjoying the show weren't you?"
"I-I I didn't see anything," You stammered before looking at your feet in shame.
"Oh come on no need to lie, we're among friends, aren't we?" the girl was still holding you by your wrist and the boy did the same with the other one.
His free hand touched your belly first before he made its way down your skirt then under it until he reached your panties that were soaked. You had no idea how to react to it, ware you really ok with that? Did you want it? You were too surprised to have a clear answer on your mind.
"Come on now." The girl was still acting sweet as if you two were longtime friends, though you were sure she has never been more than a bitch to you. Didn't she remember all the mean things she's been harassing you with since the beginning of high school? You were still too taken aback to have a reasonable reaction. She took you by your hand and guided you back to the end of the hallway "Get on your knees." You simply did as she said. The boy was now taking his place in front of you, getting his -still hard- dick out of his pants. Now you had a reason to be terrified. It was written all over your face "Oh, I guess you have never done this before, am I right? Just open your mouth and mind your teeth, he'll do the rest" and just like that you did as she said.
The boy started thrusting hard inside your mouth until the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat while your eyes started to water from the suffocating feeling. Was this really supposed to feel nice? You were having your doubts about it. He wasn't lying when he said that he was close, a few more thrusts and he came all over your face with a low groan. You had your eyes closed, afraid his cum had reached them. First came the flash, blinding you through your eyelids, then the 'click' from the picture being taken. You opened your eyes wide, not minding about the cum in your face, your eyes were back on watering as soon as she held the picture against your face, grinning down at you.
"She looks cute, doesn't she? At least better than the usual look." she showed the screen to the boy before turning her attention back at you. "Now, this is an assurance that you won't tell anyone about any of this." She spoke clearly. You couldn't bare look at her face, so you just looked aside and nodded. With this, they started to walk away. "I can't believe you came on her. You're gross." You heard her say as they left as you remained there, crying in disgust of yourself until you finally managed to gather our forces to clean yourself and get back to work.
You didn't manage to go to school in the next few days. Your mother was always working on the hospital shifts, so when the school called to check on you, you pretended to be her. But this was something you couldn't do with your job. Lucky, you managed to keep yourself hidden among the shelves for most part of the time. As hard as it could be, you eventually had to go back to school, but for now, you decided to stick with the hiding. The mere thought of having people's eyes around you made your skin crawl in a dozen different ways. Sticking to your plan, about a week after that mess, you were again surrounding the unattended shelves in the back of the library when you glimpsed the same couple making out again. Your wish was to throw the immense bookshelf on them, but you probably weren't strong enough to do it. So you just watched. Although this time was different. You felt nothing but hate and disgust within yourself. You wished that they'd just die already. As if someone could hear your thoughts, they were dead in a horrendous way in the next second.
It all happened so fast. A dude with light blue hair and stitches all over himself walked past the two and touched them. "You two lack manners." That was all he said before their bodies began to contort and change until they were completely unrecognizable, not to mention the blood coming out of all their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. You covered your mouth to make sure you didn't make a sound that caught the guy's attention. You were shaking from head to toe. What the hell just happened? The absence of moves or sounds made it very clear that the man probably left.
This was your chance. To get your dignity back. They just got what they deserved right? You've heard what he said, they lacked manners.
Taking a look around to make sure no one else witnessed what happened and what was about to happen, you walked closer to the deconfigured bodies and started to search for the girl's phone. Your body was washed in relief when you found it. You had just unlocked the phone screen when an arm ran itself around your neck. Suddenly you forgot how to breathe. With the corner of your eye, you glimpsed the light blue hair. How did he get so close to you that you didn't hear? Your hands shook so much that you ended up dropping the phone, which he picked up and started to roll over the gallery that you had just opened. Your eyes were wide staring at the man. Only then Mahito realized that you could see him.
"O-oh can you see me? That's nice, most of them can't." You didn't answer or screamed. Your body was paralyzed in fear. "Hmmm... What a cutie, this you?" He turned the phone so that you could see the picture on the screen. You were now sobbing, completely unaware of what was about to happen with your life. "Humans are funny. I just killed two kids, that are around your age... and you're worried about this?" Was this supposed to make you feel sad? Because it didn't. They were dead already, the only thing you could do was to get yourself out of this mess right? "How about that, you come with me and I'll teach you a few things or.. you can end up like these two. Your choice." Your heart was pounding on your ears, you weren't sure you could formulate an answer, but he pushed you through "I need an answer" he sang.
"I-I ca-can't leave right now. I-I'm on m-my shift." You tried to get the best of the situation.
"Ohhh come on, it will be fun, I promise! I bet you can make an excuse. You don't want to end up like this, do you?" Your head was working on a thousand percent, trying to figure a way out of this. "Look, I'll give you an assurance." He said before closing his hand around the cell phone, when he opened it, there was just dust. Now, this part went better than expected. How bad can it be? You either die right now or buy yourself some time.
"I-I'll figure something out." You stammered at him.
"Good girl, I'll be waiting outside." He said in a sympathetic tone before adding in a darker one "Don't try anything. I'll know." And with that, he vanished.
You did your best trying to recompose yourself. You came to your superior and told him that you didn't feel fine, you'd try to catch your mother still at the hospital so that she could make a check-up on you. He quickly agreed to it, acknowledging that you were paler than usual.
Walking out of the building, the curse had his arm around your neck in a second. He guided you through the crowded streets and then into a sewer. He kept mumbling things about humans and souls which didn't make any sense, so you just kept it to yourself.
"Tadaa welcome to my happy place." Only then he let go of you, making a long gesture with his arm to present you his 'happy place', which consisted of a hammock, a mattress, and some piled-up books that immediately caught your attention. You walked closer to them to take a good look at the titles.
"A sewer?" You asked trying to sound as comfortable as you could, pretending you weren't in a killer's hideout. You opened one of the books finding the ex-libris of the library you worked in. Another one, same ex-libris. "You know, I could lose my job over those." You threw them back at the pile.
"Don't worry about your job, I'm about to expand your world in a lot of different ways." He sat down on the mattress and patted his side for you to join him and you followed his command.
The next few hours carried so much information that you started to feel dizzy at some point. You thought he was just being insane at first, but then he started to show you what he could do and suddenly the world didn't seem the same anymore. You two were lying on the mattress now. But there was still something bugging you. You didn't feel like asking out loud, still, you had to.
"Why are you telling me all this?" You turned your head to face the curse only to meet his heterochromatic eyes that have been starring at you for a while now.
"Why shouldn't I? It's because of people like you that I'm here." Was that supposed to be a compliment? Anyways, it was true. "I also get bored to just run around with curses, and not everyone can see me."
"Right... I should be on my way now, they probably found the bodies already. People will be looking for me." You said before trying to make a motion.
Mahito turned aside so that he was completely facing you "Nooo don't leave now. There is so much more I can teach you.." It was your turn to face him, laying on your elbows. You had realized by now that he was real eye candy and he's been nothing but cherish about you keeping him company. He was now playing dumbly with the strands of your hair. This was wrong on so many levels that you couldn't count. The next thing he said only aggravated even more, "You know... another reason to bring you here was that picture of yours." You felt like throwing up from the humiliation. You didn't need any more of this. You made a motion to stand your ground, visibly upset by his words but Mahito held a grip behind your neck keeping you still.
He was staring at your eyes and you felt scared about what was to come. But then he just loosened the grip and started running his hand smoothly on your hair. He leaned closer to whisper on your ear, "You didn’t seem to have enjoyed yourself... but I could show you some enjoyable things." ending with a kiss at the nape of your neck that unexpectedly, helped you loosen up a bit. Mahito caught on to it and did it again. Your eyes were shut close as your mind tried to keep yourself reasonable.
His lips moved from your neck to your jawline, stopping face to face with you, only then you opened your eyes, staring at his, not sure about what did that meant. He connected his lips to yours like a magnet and his tongue was immediately pressing your lips for passage. Once you conceived him, his tongue was laced with yours sending shivers down your spine. You've never kissed anyone like that before. You still weren't certain what to do. It was almost as if you were possessed, your fingers ran the way up to his pale strands of hair tugging some of it. That turned the curse even more on. He pressed his body against yours, his hands on your hips griding you on his crotch. The sudden movement made you break the kiss in exasperation but he didn't let go of you. His lips were plump and swollen against the skin of your neck again, alternating between languid licks and nibbling. You let out a loud moan when he pressed his warm tongue in a specially sensitive spot.
Skilled fingers started to unbutton your shirt, his mouth all around the new skin being shown. In the meanwhile, your trembled fingers found their way under his sweater, tracing his abs very coyly letting out a groan from the feeling of his well-built shape. He giggled at your reaction "Do you want me to take that off?", you nodded, not minding the enthusiasm you let it show. And you didn't have to show it twice, he quickly pulled his sweater off of his head and was back on kissing you in no time. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying it. By the end of this, you might be worshiping him, making yourself clear how much you needed him. He hadn't made up his mind yet about what to do to you once he was finished. Maybe he'd spare you for a second time. He wasn't lying when he said he got bored by just running around with the other curses. And his former pastime was gone now. Who knows? If you keep behaving as he expects...
Big hands fondling with your breasts still covered. Letting go of your lips, his mouth was tracing down your chest. No nibbling this time, Mahito gave you a sharp bite on top of your mounds, sucking on the tender skin. It was time to move past playtime. That was leaving a mark for sure, but he felt even more complied to add more to the view when you didn't protest against it. Tugging your bra down, his hot tongue was circling your hardened nipple. Your fingers locked on his messed hair making him humm against your skin whenever you clenched harder. His teeth threatening to shut themselves around your nub as he looked up at you with a mischievous grin on his face that made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. When your eyes faced forward again, he has facing you now with a cocky smile on his lips that he knew would melt you down.
"Get on your knees for me will 'ya?" He started caressing your back up and down with both hands when he felt you tense up against him, "Ohh come on, you're enjoying it aren't you?" you deviate your look from his pleading eyes but he caught your chin between his fingers forcing you to look back at him, and the pout he was making. It was clear that you weren't comfortable with it, but it was Mahito, he didn't give a shit about it. He'd persuade you into whatever he wanted. His thumb caressed your cheek before his hands held you by your shoulders, pushing you down "Come on now." he said in a demanding tone this time just enough for you to know that he wasn't taking no for answer. You swallowed hard, your cheeks getting redder than they have been during your make-out session. You let him guide you down onto your knees between his legs. He took a sitting position and lifted his hips just enough to free his hard member from his trousers.
That is going to be a hard task, you thought to yourself. He was way bigger than the guy from the library, and you still weren't sure what to do. Your hands rested on the front of your tights, twitching and pinching your legs in a sign of anxiety for what was to come. Noticing them, Mahito took them in his hands and placed them on his tights. He bent down maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, delivering a sweet kiss on your lips encouraging you before retrieving back.
"Open up." He requested and you obliged. His thumb brushing your lower lip before sliding in your mouth, pressing against your tongue. You gave a shy suck, but it was clear that it wouldn't be enough. He unceremoniously inserted another finger, making a motion for you to suck them harder. Once you got a hang of it, he retrieved his hand and placed it on the top of your head, gripping tightly on your hair. His other hand held your chin, making you open your mouth again, still facing up to him. He spat some droll into your mouth, which made you feel filthy in all the best ways, your legs clenching together in despair.
Pretending not to see it, he guided you to his cock, you gave a small lick on his leaking tip, tasting the sour of precum, but then you opened your mouth as wide as you could, minding your teeth. The grip on your hair was still, bobbing your head up and down his shaft as he kept giving you reassuring words of how good you were doing. That gets you to loosen up a bit, your hands started to run up and down his tights, squeezing them very softly, dragging your nails on them very temptingly, as you felt him twitch against your tongue. You knew what it meant, and you'd be smiling at your act if you could. It wasn't so bad anymore, you were starting to enjoy it. Soon your hands were sharing the task of taking as best as you could, gripping on what wouldn't fit on your mouth as Mahito kept instructing you, "Use your tongue now." he commanded and you swirled your tongue, earning a lustful moan from him. You couldn't help but draw one of your hands down your tights. "A-aa-ah put your hands behind your back" you whined at his command but gave in to it. He used your t-shirt that was long forgotten to tie your wrists together, it was enough just to keep them in place. You were at his full mercy now.
The move he made to get a hand full of your ass made him go deeper down your throat. Then, his hands were back on the sides of your head, getting fists full of your hair. He pulled you completely from him, drool running down your chin, the look on your fucked out face made his cock twitch hard. He stuck his tongue out and you followed his lead doing the same. He lined you up to his balls and maneuvered your face all over, your nose brushing against his shaft. Looking up with your teary eyes, you could see Mahito enjoying every bit of it. You started to suck his balls and he was whining like a schoolboy. You felt immensely empowered by it. When he realized it, his devilish smirk was all over his face again. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and swallow it all?" He pushed your head from his balls just giving you a second to nod at him, and he was back pounding on your mouth, but this time, much more roughly. He was facefucking you, making you choke every time he thrust down your throat. His hand wrapped itself around your neck "Try to relax your tongue" He said between breaths. You did your best and apparently, it worked, he was going even further now, nonstop. You could feel his fingers around your neck pressing against his shaft and it felt delicious. Your eyes were just rolling from the back of your head when his hot cum hit the back of your throat making you choke and try to catch your breath, but he held you still until he emptied himself to the last drop.
When he retrieved it, he could see your face properly. Dark tears from the makeup marking your face, which was glowing with the amount of droll and cum. He thought that it would make a far better picture and grinned to himself. He pulled you back up, untying your hands on the process, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you straddled him, diving in for a desperate kiss. In which Mahito delighted himself, sucking on your tongue with emphasis. His hands groping your ass tightly under your skirt, getting you to hiss on his mouth as Mahito kept smirking at your despair. His fingers fondling with the tissue on the sides of your panties before start sliding them very slowly, ever so teasingly. Once you were off of them, he pressed his fingers on your slit, catching on the large amount of wetness that gathered already. Your face was flushed when he sucked on his wet fingers before making you do the same. You felt so hot like you'd combust at any point now.
Feeling merciful at that moment, Mahito quitted the foreplays and threw you on your back on the mattress with little delicacy. Making you take your rightful place, beneath him. The look that he was now giving you, on what he was about to do scared the shit out of you, but not enough to even make you stutter. In fact, a shiver ran so hard on your spine that you arched your back as he positioned himself between your legs, resting loosely around his waist. You thought that you could never be more worked up for this moment. That said, you almost came when he pushed himself inside you, the scratch was enough to make your eyes water. Your legs closed themselves occasioning your pussy to clench even harder around Mahito, earning a lustrous moan from him. He spread your legs as wide as he could before start moving. He had to make little effort to hit all your spots making you see stars and keep whining under him. Your hands flattened against his torso trying to make him slow down, though his pace wasn't nearly enough. It was just too much. And he knew it. Once he started to bottom in and out of you, his fingertips embedded on the flesh of your tights didn't take long for you to start quivering under him, moaning obscenely as he rides you through your first orgasmic wave. Mahito himself was panting as your tight pussy kept squeezing him more than he thought was possible.
Though you were breathless and feeling wasted like never before, barely through the ecstasy, Mahito turned you around so that you were facing the mattress. He placed his hand under your lower belly, pushing your ass up and the other forcing your head against the cushion. He was back pounding on you in no time. You let out a loud groan in response to the overstimulation, but he kept you through relentlessly. The loud slaps of his skin hitting against yours echoed through the sewers. Mahito's hand came down hard on your ass, getting you to clench hard around him as a soft moan left your lips.
"Ohh so you like that, huh?" You barely heard his question. He slapped you even harder this time. "I want an answer." He bowed to whisper on your ear, stopping his movements. You pushed your hips back, trying to get him to move, though he didn't.
"Ye-Yes, please. Ju-just don't stop." You managed to reply back through harsh breaths.
"Your wish is an order." He sing-sang, kissing under your earlobe before going back thrusting on you.
Another slap and there was now a handprint covering your asscheek. But Mahito was just enjoying himself too much to care about it. You can't deny that so were you. Your toes curled as your fingers twisted the mattress beneath your hands. You couldn't hold much longer. Mahito had to hold you up when your legs failed you when another earthshaking orgasm hit you. He didn't stop until he was finished, painting your walls white. You fell back on the mattress as soon as he let go of you, laying by your side. His cum was slipping from your cunt, along some blood. And being the nasty subject that he was, he drew his fingers back to your pussy, spreading it out, making an even greater mess. Your mind was still a blur but still, you blushed harder and tried to get his hands away from you. He found it sweet and gave you a gentle kiss, more than any other in that night.
His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. In the meanwhile, the reality was striking back down on you. What now? Were you a hostage? You weren't sure if you wanted to know the answers to those questions, but you couldn't stay there forever.
"Mahito..." He didn't let you finish your sentence.
"I know, you gotta go." He pouted ever so sweetly at you. Made you want to kiss him, but the lack of an answer was still driving you insane. Abruptly he stood up and offered you a hand to do the same. You took it hesitantly, "I'll walk you home. Who knows what kinds of freaks can be wandering around." you tried to hold back a relief sound. And started to put your clothes back on. You cleaned yourself with a blanket, and there was just one piece missing.
"Have you seen my panties?" You asked Mahito. He shoved a hand on his back pocket and took it out waving it in your sight. But then when you raised a hand to pick it up, he put it back on his pocket.
"I'll give it back next time you come around." That sure wasn't an invitation. It was a warning, and there was no denying it.
He wrapped his arm around your neck and started to walk yourselves out of the sewer and to your home.
Oh god I’m so ready for this. I can already imagine a scene with hoshi just worshiping her and her tiger tattoo. Or when cheol finally gets to have her. I think it’s be nice if he got to be with her first since it seems like he’s more attached but I think this story is already amazing
thank you for this, it actually inspired me a lot to finish the new chapter. (i've been having health issues and i sadly stopped writing for a while, but now i'm back on it!! all thanks to you!) there's something like that on the way hehe
warnings: +18,mild drug/alcohol use, implied and explicit sex content
Outside of the club, you stopped on the parking lot that was still a property of the club, a cold night asked for a smoke, you already had a cigarette resting in between your lips, patting the pockets on your pants. It took you a second before you realized that you didn't have the lighter with you, you probably left on the damn fur jacket. There were a couple of boys chattering next to an SUV, one of the boys showing off a beautiful smile that matched his laughter, a tall boy that looked like a living real prince, and a skinny boy that - fuck - he was wearing the nicest set of clothes you've ever seen at the club, along with a pair of glasses that made him look highly intellectual, almost as if he was too good for this place. He was smoking, you couldn't distinguish what it was from the distance, but once you came closer, you knew it was weed. They were so into it that they only noticed you when you excused yourself from their conversation. They immediately shared a worried look and clearly tried to hide the joint.
You waved him off "Oh, it's okay, don't worry, I just came to ask for a lighter." You tried your best to smile at them not to make them uncomfortable. Their worries clearly faded and the tall boy let out a breath.
"Here." The skinny boy put the joint in between his lips as he looked for the lighter, taking it from the pocket of his long coat and lighted it himself, instead of handing it to you. You came closer to light your cigarette. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you of him. Pretty boy. The smell of the weed burning invaded you for the proximity even if it was mixed with the smell of the nicotine.
"Thanks. It smells nice." You commented and he immediately pointed the joint your way, offering it to you. You shrugged your arms and accepted it. You offered them the cigarette and he took it himself giving it a couple of gulfs just like you did. The taste was citric just like the smell and you engulfed completely on it. Only the freakin riches could afford the contacts to high-quality weed. The other two boys were quietly watching the interaction, not awkwardly, but Minghao was sure that they'd be on his ass as soon as you were gone.
"Do you work here?" The smiley boy asked you and you nodded. He kept a small talk floating while you were still smoking as the joint went from one to the other and you shared the cigarette with the pretty boy, who didn't seem much of a talker, but you noticed he kept glancing at you, as for the tall one, every time he took his turn smoking he seemed more about to faint, giggling at any stupidity the other two would say.
"Shit, I'm high," The skinny boy said getting you out of the clouds where you were wandering. You laughed at your own state.
"Me too." You got off of the car and dismissed yourself from the boys making your way to the back street that led to the subways.
"Ya! All cabs go by the other way." Minghao yelled at you and you turned to answer.
"I know, I'm taking the subway." You swayed on your feet when you turned yourself back around.
"What? You're not taking the subway. It's late." The tall boy caught on your step and held you by your arm, suddenly aware of his surroundings. Not much, but he was conscious that you shouldn't walk around at this time of the night.
"It's okay, I take the subway every day. It's not a big deal." He was showing concern over a random girl who he had never met before. It made your heart flutter. Handsome AND a gentleman. Why can't all men be like that?
Still, you tried to unravel yourself from his grip, but he didn't let go, "Aish come on! You're taking a cab."
You kept trying to convince him that it was okay. But you stopped trying when he was dragging you the other way telling the other two to talk some sense into you. He stopped a cab by the street and held the door open for you to get in, then he paid the driver in advance, and waved at you as the car took off.
You relaxed on the seat, putting on your airpods and smiling at yourself. It was a good day.
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"Come early today, we need to talk." The text showed up on your screen. Yoonso never asked you to arrive early. Guess there is a first time to everything, right? You couldn’t help but wonder what was this going to be about. Is he going to give you a raise? Of course, you deserved it, but it didn't seem much likely to happen. Was he going to fire you? That's the option you want to keep away for now. As excruciatingly humiliating as this job is, you still need it to keep things going. This can't be happening. You kept telling yourself that.
You were at the university's library, working on an essay that right now seemed pointless when you looked at yourself in a month from now, having to quit the University because you just couldn't afford it anymore, so you shut the notebook close with a loud noise, making some eyes turn to you. You packed your things and left right away, sprinting back home, munching on your nails all the way there while you were in the subway. You only bothered to pick up your stuff before heading to the club.
When you arrived, almost two hours before your shift, you went straight to Yoonso's office. You knocked twice, hands gripping tight on the shoulder strap of your bag that you didn’t mind taking to the dressing room as you usually do as soon as you get to the club.
"Come on in" You heard him call and you opened the door firstly poking your head inside to let him know it was you. "Hey, pretty. I've been looking forward to talking to you. Come, take a seat." He pointed at the seat in front of him, smiling widely than ever. Does he get off by firing people? That's what you're wondering right now.
You did as he said. "So, what is it?" you tried to fake a smile.
"So... You remember Mina, right? The girl who left a few months ago.. I'm sure you've met her." You weren’t sure. About knowing the girl or the direction of the conversation.
"I guess so" You scattered through your brain trying to find the face whose that name belongs to. Maybe the tall Asian girl who had the finest hair you've ever seen?
"Oh, good then. Well, even tho no one is supposed to know that, I'm going to share this with you." Yoonso poured a glass of whisky and handed it over to you, which you hesitated before drinking. With the conversation being about a girl who vanished from this place to God's know where was keeping you highly anxious. Now you didn’t know if you wanted to know what happened to her. "Mina was picked by a certain group who offered her a job and the thing is. She's having the time of her life with seven men adoring her like a fucking goddess or something" The more you knew, the more you got confused.
Your face must have cleared that, because Yoonso was quick to add at your reaction "I know, right. I don't know what they saw in her either. But nevermind. The thing is, she's there, men worshiping her, bathing her with the most luxurious items you can think of, not to mention the trips and the fancy restaurants." By now you were nearly sure that Yoonso wanted to be in her place, you just weren't following where did you join this story. "Now, you must be wondering what do you have to do with all this."
Really? No shit.
"So, these boys came in after the same deal, they took a look around and they picked you to become a new significant part of their team. What do you say?" What? This implied so many things that you let go and down the whole cup without worrying anymore.
You've heard about those deals before, most boy groups couldn't keep relationships out in the open, which made things especially hard for them to have someone. It must be a freakin' nightmare. So, sometimes their companies allowed them to make this kind of deal, to keep them out of trouble for seeking girls in the wrong places and the worries about being in an open relationship. This could all put the credibility of the group in danger. In that case, they were just throwing a bone so the dog would calm down. The thing is that being compared to a bone didn't feel right.
"What the fuck do you want me to say?" You were nearly panicking at the sudden offer (?)
"Well, I want you to say yes. Hell, I will coerce you to say yes, because they are offering a quite generous amount of money if we close the deal." Of course, this was what it all came down to. Money. Yoonso must be having a great share to be this excited about it.
You didn’t know how to answer to this. So now what, you become officially a prostitute? The thought makes your stomach shrink. But it's not so different from your current job, right? And they're probably paying better than this shit-hole. It was something to be weighted, all the pros and cons. You're gonna need some time to clear this through, see if it was worth it.
Who are you trying to fool? You need the money. Fuck it.
"Fine. What else do you have to tell me about them?" Yoonso made a victory dance before pouring you another glass.
"Hmmm... The pretty blonde and the brunette from the other day. Let's say you left an impression." You knew you worked a little too hard on these two.
"Who are they?" You questioned yourself about this for the first time.
"Their group is Seventeen. But don't worry, they're just thirteen" Did you hear that properly?
"What?" Your voice came out in a squeak "Thirteen?? Aren't they supposed to be seven or something like that? What the fuck"
"Don't ask me I didn't put them together. My job is to introduce you to them. One more, one less, does it really matter tho?" This man was unbelievable. You'd be a ragdoll within a week with thirteen boys floating with stamina.
"No. Fuck no. " You downed the rest of the liquid that poured in your cup before landing it back on the desk separating you two.
Getting on your feet, you picked your bag while Yoonso runs his hands over his hair pulling it slightly.
"They're offering you 100,000$ ($ as in Dollars) a month. You're getting paid as soon as you sign the contract." You stopped on your heels, facing the door. That's a lot of money. Yoonso approached you his hands on your shoulders. "You don't have to say yes yet, how about just meet them, huh? Actually, you have the rest of the week off to think it through. The brunette booked you and paid in advance. Your money will be on your account later tonight" You sighed, your head in a million. "They want to see you on Saturday night." Shit. That's two days from now. What the fuck were you supposed to do?
Your way back home was more tiring than any other after a night where you had to sway and balance yourself on that pole. You felt heavy, and the weight of your shoulders didn't get any better after the shower you took before taking some pills and heading to bed.
On the afternoon of Saturday, you were all nerves preparing yourself for the night ahead. You decided to follow up with the idea. Yoonso had texted you earlier to let you know where you were attending to and that they're sending a driver for you. The news is already overwhelming to you, the restaurant was on another level of fancy. Now you had the most difficult task of the day: clothes. You'd been thinking about it for a while now, scattering through your wardrobe to see what would suit the occasion better. The perfect fit came to your mind later. The dress you had bought just because it was a sale, one of the nicest pieces you had, so much for it that you never even had the chance to use it before. It still suited perfectly on your body, the thick fabric accentuated all your features, ending in the middle of your calves, a slit on each side of it. You also picked a chain necklace, trying not to look so formal, and a pair of high heels. Your hair and make up done nicely and you were ready by the time you received a text from the driver letting you know that he was downstairs. One last look at the full-length mirror and you walked out of the building. There was no doubt about the black SUV parked right on the other side of the street. It was one of those times to thank God that you could slay with high heels independent of the situation because your legs were almost trembling on the way to the car.
Your best friend that was your AirPods accompanied you through all the ride, helping your heart ease from the anxiety. But you still couldn't help yourself from munching your lower lip unconsciously. You took a minute before holding on to the driver's hand for balance when you walked out of the car. It was a secluded entry. You were on your own now. Walking inside, the place was even greater than in the pictures, which didn't do justice to the incredibly high ceiling where the shiny stones of the chandeliers seemed to fall in a cascade and the marble floor that was so polished that you could almost see your reflection on it. You walked to the stand where a beautiful girl with her hair tied in a low ponytail and a suit with a silk tie around her neck. She smiled widely at your figure, bowing in advance and you did the same in response.
After giving her your name, a boy showed up, wearing the same suit and being as polite as she was to you, and walked you to an elevator. You were confused, you could clearly see the restaurant area down the hall, but you kept to yourself, even tho it only made you more nervous. Once inside the elevator, the boy pressed the button to the penthouse.
Twelve of them gathered around the table. Woozi was late, Cheolie warned him over and over not to be late today. Nervousness could be felt from them. They were looking forward for this to work. Even Scoups, who repeated to himself and to a few of the members that he was sure about this, was having a hard time right now, nibbling his lower lip, not able to focus on anything but on the unending wait for this door to open. The boy was so lost in thought that he only realized that you walked in after Myungho stood up looking incredulously at something - someone - who happened to be you. But how did Myungho know it was you? He didn't give it much thought, just stood up proceeded to walk to you.
You knew he would be there, but your stomach still shrinks to the tip of your toes when your eyes meet. The brunette walked closer to you, with that lovely smile adorning his features, and bowed to you before placing a hand on your back and guiding you to the table where all eyes were on you. The blondie from the other day was standing up and had pulled a chair for you. He took your hand on his when you got closer and kissed it, staring up at you with that mischievous grin. You looked away from him, now absorbing all the faces that stared at you. Right after you were seated, Scoups dragged Jeonghan by the neck back to his seat. He thought he had made himself very clear about making any moves on you before the deal was closed.
The first part wasn't so bad. Looks, they all got it. It was hard to pick which one did you find the prettiest. You recognized the three boys from the parking lot. None of you knew exactly what was the feeling towards the fact that you've met before you even know who each other were. In fact, it did help you relax a little. The ones you've got in contact with so far seemed to be lovely boys. As for the others gathered at the table, there was one with boyish features looking lovingly at you which you didn't understand why. A boy that was still handsome even if he was crunching his nose at you. There was one wearing glasses with dark hair and a smile to die for - fuck - how could they all be so pretty? You took your time analyzing all the faces before Seungcheol carry the burden to start a conversation but actually made everyone introduce themselves one by one. You realized you never even knew his name or the name of the boys who you'd smoked with.
The boy sitting to your side with a pretty smile and seeming like he had taken a few bottles of energy drink was Chan, he presented himself as the youngest and closer to your age. He seemed goofy af. You were thankful that at least your age gap with them didn't pass from 5 years.
Seungcheol offered to order a bottle of whisky but you declined, you didn't want to drink today. You needed to have a clear head. That was until Jeonghan said you should at least drink some champagne with them. He was teasing you and even tho you knew, you still fell for it. Cheolie rolled his eyes seeming so done with the blonde's actions before starting to question you on what to order. You made it clear that anything but spicy food would be okay for you.
A good few minutes after your arrival, you were startled as someone lightly touched your back. Looking around, right beside you there was a boy with the sweetest features smiling shyly at you. You were taken aback by the unknown boy before he bowed to you and started apologizing.
"I'm so, so sorry I'm late, please forgive me." You did your best stumbling on your words trying to reassure him that it was all good and that you arrived only minutes ago. He did stop apologizing, but he still looked like he had done the biggest wrong of his life. "I'm Jihoon. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Finally. The butterflies on your stomach took off once again. They've talked about you. Of course, they had. But what, exactly?
The short boy, easy to say, the shortest of the group took a seat that you didn't even realize was empty. You counted to yourself this time. Now there were thirteen. They dragged you back into a conversation. It was all very casual as if this was just a friendly meeting. But you had questions that needed answers. You decided to wait as much as you could to bring the real subject up since none of them seemed inclined to do so. The cute boy named Soonyoung seemed drowsy being clingy to Minghao, who was trying to ignore him.
You hadn't talked much unless you were answering questions that were thrown at you every once in a while. You were doing your best to analyze their behavior. Once you told yourself for the countless time that no one would throw you off the roof if you started to question what was bothering you, you finally cleared your throat, making every eye instantly turn to look at you. Everybody was anticipating the moment you'd feel comfortable talking about why you were really there. Seungcheol made it very clear that you should be the one to bring it up.
"Shouldn't we... erm... discuss... the uh..." Formulating a phrase was never so difficult before in your entire life.
"It's okay, you can ask anything you'd like. We'll do our best to answer it properly." The overly polite boy named Jisoo said and you gained reassuring smiles from all over the table.
"Well, firstly, why me? I mean there are plenty hotter and bustier girls at the club rather than me." You crossed your arms trying to keep the goosebumps from coming because of the cold wind that blew on you.
"I'm not sure what your boss told you about this, but we are not looking for humm.... how can I put that?" Seungcheol struggled with the words as much as you did.
"He means we're not looking for a prostitute." Minghao intervened and answered as if this was a conversation about the quantity of water needed to cook ramen. You just nodded, waiting for an explanation for that.
"What I was trying to say is that we are looking for someone that we can have an actual relationship. We can't do much with a pair of lab-made boobs outside a room, you know? Before we started picking, your boss shared with me a list of the girls with some information about them. I was delighted that you are an art student." Scoups said blushing in the last sentence, but he didn't stop there "Well, then when we met you were assertive on what I expected of you." You knew he was talking about the submissive nymphet act that you'd put up for him every time he was in the house.
"That, and the tiger tattoo." Soonyoung added and you were a bit in shock that your tattoo was a topic here too.
"Aishhhh, don't mind him" Joshua proceeded to say smacking the boy's head right after.
The boys kept telling compromising stories about each other, which made you realize, once again, that boys will be boys, idols or not. But that wasn't a bad thing. After all, they're humans and no one can run from human nature.
You were lost in thoughts when Minghao pointed a cigarette pack your way. You didn't know if it was okay for you to smoke in front of them. They expected you to be flawless, right? You decided to play fool. Wrong choice with Minghao. He stood up, already with a cigarette in between his lips, and walked to you, leaning closer, he deposited the pack right in front of you. He didn't want to embarrass you by any means, even tho his actions might be misinterpreted. What he was trying to do was make sure that you wouldn't abdicate anything to make yourself likable to their eyes.
He walked away to a secluded area for smokers. Mingyu scratched his arm your way, and took a cigarette from the pack, then placed it back in front of you. You did feel pressured by it anyway. Now, what's a better way to put some steam away than smoking? You took the pack and excused yourself following Mingyu closely. He smiled at you as he let you enter the area in front of him.
The smell of nicotine immediately hits you, Minghao already had his cigarette lit and you two walked to him for the lighter. The opened area was even cooler than at the dinner table, making you shrink and hold your arms close to your chest in order to heat yourself, even your fingers were freezing now. Mingyu, as the observant person that he was, immediately took off his coat and held it open for you to wear it. You didn't even try to pretend that it was fine without it.
Past midnight, some of the boys were tipsy but then the yawnings became more and more recurrent, including yours. You barely got any sleep in the past couple of nights. So they decided to call it a night and paid the bill before going to the underground parking, where several SUVs were parked side by side. You dismissed yourself from them, some of them felt comfortable to touch and hug you, a couple of others not so much. You tried to take off Mingyu's coat, but he told you to keep it because you'd have a chance to return it to him. So full of themselves. And then you headed for the same driver who drove you here.
The car's door was already shut close, but it opened again before the driver had a chance to flee. Seungcheol stood there, with an unsure face.
"Do you mind if I ride with you?" He asked looking anywhere but you.
"Of course not." You smiled at him and moved yourself to the middle of the seat, making room for him to sit right next to you. The driver finally took off this time after the door was closed once again.
The proximity between you two almost burned. But you didn't intend to move an inch from your seat. In fact, after the first ten minutes of a comfortable silent ride, you leaned a bit on him. The heater and the borrowed coat were doing very little for the coolness of the night. Seungcheol smiled to himself and landed a hand on the out of your tight, resting it there. You gave him a reassuring smile looking up, it was strange how comfortable you've gotten around him already. Probably because you two already nearly fucked? Probably.
You noticed a ring on his pinky finger and started to play with it. When you got bored, you rested your hand on top of his. Cheolie was starting to feel the need to keep you close to him. He didn't want to let you go. He was ready to do his best to convince you to join them. He entangled your fingers together for the rest of the trip while you did your best not to think. About anything. Your thoughts usually took you places you didn't want to visit.
The car parked in the parking lot of your building. Seungcheol had to get out of the car in order for you to get out as well, but you were surprised when he took you by your hand and expectantly waited for you to lead the way. You two went up the stairs, stopping right out of your door. You didn't know what he was expecting of you, because he remained behind you while you tried to unlock the door, so you asked him in.
"No, it's okay. I shouldn't even be here actually. I just wanted to make sure you'd be home safely." Now, that's something you doubted.
"So, you came upstairs because... ? Were you afraid I'd trip and snap my neck?" You eyed him, his reaction giving out just what you imagined.
"Right. I mean, I don't know. I guess I was anticipating something. I'm sorry, I didn't want to push you." He let out a deep sigh, "Do you have any thoughts on this?" he was genuinely feeling desperate. The signs you were giving him were positive, but they weren't enough.
"Truthfully, I actually do believe that this could work. But I have to sign a damn contract that I didn't even have the chance to lay my eyes on so far. What if I want to do something but then is signed off of it?" You let go of his hand, now you just stared at each other. He could completely comprehend you on the contract part, but he couldn't see how it could stop you from doing anything. Before he could reassure you about it, you started to spill it out, "What if I wanted to kiss you right now? And I can't because I still haven't signed that fucking piece of paper." That certainly clarified things.
"It's not like we haven't kissed before, tho." He was teasing you now. Why did you always have to make yourself so damn clear? It gets humiliating in times like this.
Enough with it, you made a move to turn yourself to open the door for good, but you couldn't, because he trapped you in between his large figure and the door.
"You can kiss me whenever you want." He said almost in a whisper, very slowly, as if he was trying to make a point. And he was.
Even though you were wearing high heels, you still had to get on the tip of your toes so you could reach his face. When you were close enough, you brought your lips together. Different from the kisses you shared on your drunk-heated make-out sessions, this time he let you take the lead, your hand cupped the side of his face as your tongues swirled together. The desire was there, but it was muffled by another type of intimacy. His strong arms wrapped around your figure to bring you closer.
Thank God you didn't drink tonight, if so, you'd be begging him to fuck you right there in the middle of the hallway where around a dozen doors took place. Seungcheol also had to make an effort to let you go once again after having your body pressed against his. He was getting tired of the waiting. But this was a promise he made to the team. No one should go off boundaries before you were fully into this.
He restrained himself from your arms but kept his hands on your sides. His lips had a deep shade of pink that only made you want to keep going. You got out of your trance when he spoke again, "And don't worry about the contract. It's just a formality, as a vow of silence. It won't keep you from anything, or to keep you restrained to us. Of course, there is an exclusivity clause. But the point is not to make us your owners. It's to officialize you as a part of the team." he smiled to reassure you. You couldn't deny that this is what you needed to hear. It got your heart at ease for the first time tonight.
He kissed the crown of your head, it caught you off guard but you leaned on to it. Then, he dismissed himself and you finally got inside your apartment. You could finally walk out of those heels, but you almost didn't let go of the oversized coat that smelled so good that you could easily picture the owner's features by it. Seems like you're already in deep shit here.
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Being in the spotlight didn't even bring a single emotion to you. You were so used to it by now that you couldn't feel nervous anymore. You knew your value. Not like in the empowered lines in the movies. You knew that most of those fuckers would be willing to pay a good few thousand to have you all to themselves. It has happened before, like dozens of times. Not that you were some supermodel doll alike. Of course, the men had different tastes, but you were the exotic thing to their eyes. Although nothing about this place was common, the thing is that you performed like no other girl in this place. The way you incorporated your feminicity on the stage, sexy and elegant, swaying your hips, going up and down, walking around the pole, following the beat of the R&B song playing. Those were your favorites, so it only made you feel even more confident on the stage. The neon lights reflected on the huge chandeliers that adorned the high ceiling. A reminder that nothing about this place was shabby, including the few dozens of citizens that inhabited this place, who were dispersed among the islands with the other dancers, some already sitting on their laps. And there was your front-row audience. Money bills showered and piled up on your stage. They were the least you cared about. The real money came later, after the private dances. You wondered which one of them you'd have to accompany tonight. The old man that was old enough to be your grandpa, the middle-aged hottie, or the younger boy that sat completely bewitched by you, like the other couple times he's been around, or the fake blonde who'd been smirking at you for the entire stage, comfortable as he was sitting on his own couch watching tv, though you don't think you've seen him before. Anyways, it didn't really matter which one of them. An hour to three TOPS and you'd be free to go home. It was work like any other you've been to. Just fewer clothes and more money. It did pay off your bills so you told yourself it was fine. Other than the weirdos you had to deal with every once in a while, no big horror happens... at least not often.
The music ceased and before coming off the stage, you blew a kiss to no one in particular, but then you looked the blonde in the eyes and winked at him. He seemed to like to intimidate others with his pretty features and wicked smile, but he sure couldn't scare you, so you walked out to give the space to the next girl coming. Right when you came off, the manager came to you throwing a heavy fur coat around you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, not minding that you were wearing the bare minimum to cover your nipples and your private parts. Most people hated the guy. You didn't mind him as long as he kept paying you right.
"You've got yourself a double today, are you in?" Yoonso asked all smiles at you. Double for you meant double for him too.
"Humpft... How much?" There is it. That's what Yoonso liked you better than the others. Not who, but how much. He would have claimed you to himself but he knew you'd give him more prejudice than goods so he kept it to his dreams. He came closer to you, tiptoeing to catch you on your high platforms to whisper the value on your ear, making your eyes almost jump out of the orbits. "Yeah, I think the boy might be in love with you by now."
"Who is it?" You stopped on your heels to question Yoonso.
"The one that left those heavy tips the other couple times he came. Young, handsome, tall, gummy smile..." He didn't have to finish, you already knew who it was.
"And the other?" You two entered the common dress room where a bunch of other girls were getting their hair and make up fixed for the rest of the night, Yoonsu following you close by.
"The skinny blonde... He's pretty, they're in the same group, seen him around?" The man leaned on your dressing table, looking expectantly at you.
"Well, there's a first time for everything, right?" Yoonso was clapping his hands in excitement, he pecked your cheek making you squirm and push him away.
"You're the best. CABIN 4" He yelled before tripping on a dryer wire while walking out.
You didn't normally accept double or group date invitations, but the hottie that has come up to you was never a creepy, actually, he's been nothing more than a gentleman. Never touched you unless you directed his moves. You weren't so sure about the blonde though. If something happened, you knew you could handle it. And since they are in the same group, they must've talked through what could happen to them if any scandals broke down. Most of the people who attend to the club are tycoons, idols, in resume, all kinds of rich ass motherfuckers but they had some sort of contract with the club just like you did, more to prevent anything from happening to themselves than your safety. You never cared much about who they were, in fact, you had no idea which group these two belonged to. The college and this ass job sucked all time you had, so you weren't much familiar with idols and such stuff. Just the basics (BTS and some other idols from the 2nd gen).
After finishing drying some of the sweat, and readjusting your hair and make up, you made your way to the certain cabin, knocking twice before opening the door with a '4' in it. Inside, the neon lights shined pink, purple, and blue, reflecting on the mirrors that covered the walls. In the middle of the room, there was a small table, already set with three glasses, an ice bucket, and a bottle of the most expensive Japanese whisky they had in the house. You laughed at yourself. You told him the last time you two had a private encounter that you only drank whisky. How sweet of him to remember.
"There she is." The blonde boy commented and extended a hand out for you to join them sitting on the
dark leather couch. But you didn't. Instead, you slowly walked to the panel on the wall to pick a song. Jeonghan was left hanging, starting to think that Seungcheol had made the wrong choice. Glancing at him in question, he muttered 'just wait'. Jeonghan has never felt so annoyed before. You better be the real deal Seungie has been talking about.
The playlist consisted of a mix of upbeat and slower songs. After picking one on the slower side, you made your way to face the two boys sitting. The brunette handed you a glass of whisky with some ice and you sweetly thanked him, sipping on the drink.
"So, who wants to go first?" You asked looking between the two.
"You two can enjoy yourselves." Your regular promptly said and you downed the rest of the glass all at once. You dropped the fur coat that still hanged around your shoulders on the ground and strutted forward to the pretty blonde, the devilish smirk on his face never faded, only grew bigger as you came closer and lowered yourself to his level, spreading his legs. His eyes landed on your chest as your hands came up to take his jacket off, sliding down his slim arms, over the expensive watch he was wearing. Back up, you pulled on his necktie before loosening it from his neck. You spun yourself around, grabbing his hands to place them on your waist, and ride up your body reaching your chest as you lower yourself until your ass was pressed against his crotch.
I wanna see you behind me
You know you don't gotta lie to me
You watched him behind you from the mirror, just like the song played. His hands trailing paths over your body and his eyes only leaving yours to focus on your exposed neck, tracing his lips with his tongue, a silent beg to dive in. The heavy breath running through your skin gets goosebumps out of you. You leaned yourself further to the side conceiving his wishes. You looked at the brunette in front of you, all smiles, as in a dream come true, the bulge on his pants evidencing it. You couldn't help but smile before closing your eyes tight feeling the wet muscle drive around your neck. This was exciting, more than the other days. Two pretty boys down on his knees for you... sometimes this job paid off what it promised. But just rarely, so why not enjoy it?
You stood up and turned back to face him, leaning forward, holding on to his shoulders, placing a knee on each side of him, and ground your lower self against his growing erection. Your fingers ran up to his hair, pulling the strands lightly just so you get a clear look at his smirking face. God definitely had his favorites. You were really caught up in the moment checking on the handsome boy, earning a comment from himself.
"Like what you see? I could show you more." He kept the smirk on his face while voicing the sentence. But before you could answer to him, the other one interrupted.
"Hajima! He loves the gaslight." He tried to warn you, but you were aware of if at the moment your eyes laid on him tonight. The angelic smile might work on fans who liked to pretend that these boys weren't just that: boys, like any other. You turned your attention back to him, coming closer to his face, your noses almost touching, you whispered against his mouth along with the song
'I think you're such a hottie'
He was completely lost in your words, his first reaction was to kiss you, but then you pulled away, getting on your feet and turning to back to the brunette who'd been on hold. Past damn time to focus on him. His thick tights scratched the tissue of his pants, manspreading on the opposite side of the couch. The view was mouthwatering. You didn't think twice before unclasping your bra while facing him. His eyes took in the sight of your breasts, before locking his eyes back with yours again.
"Now, that's news." He didn't even try to hold back his smile. He was delighted by each move and action you took. You walked in between his legs, getting onto your knees, leaning your head on his tight. Seungcheol never let you evidence a scowl on his face. You were perfect to grand all his wishes without him ever having to vocalize it.
"Well, I'd like if you kept coming, so... I thought about surprising you." This was it. It was just what he wanted to hear, no matter it was true or not, if this was your recurrent line to keep them coming, he just didn't care. With the corner of his eye he saw the blondie get redder by second, now shifting on his seat, trying to keep his coolness, but the sudden change in your behavior hit the boy hard. You knew what to do, they just had to put the card on the table for you to interpret them all in seconds. Seungcheol was sure that you'd keep teasing Hannie as long as he kept up with the attitude.
His hand cupped the side of your face and his fingers brushed through your hair. He sipped his cup before offering it to you. You sipped on it as well hearing Jeonghan desperately trying to order something from the iPad. Seungcheol offered his hand for you to get on your feet again, this time not looking away from your breasts. You walked to the pole and started to dance to the next song, jumping from one to another. Both men are hypnotized by your moves. Much to say when it came from two great artists. Jeonghan seemed to be struggling against the whisky and the couple of bottles of champagne. Seungcheol on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the blonde lose his structures, completely worn out in need. At the moment you walked back to his lap, his hands were scratching his tights trying to restrain them until you gave him free pass, his hands immediately held a tight grip on your waist, rooting you further against himself. Then, the sneaky fingers made their way up to your breasts stopping right under them, he looked with hooded eyes, pouting to Cheol, putting up an act as much as you, you realized, just like the brunette enjoyed. He laughed it off but didn't resist much to the blondie's joy, he came closer to the two of you picking a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket on his way and popping it open. He took the first sip right from the bottleneck, then offered it to his friend, who accepted it with his mouth open ajar as he poured the drink right in. It was your turn when he turned to you, you did the same, opening your mouth as much as you could and poking your tongue out. Of course, instead of stern steam like he did to his friend, he started to rain the champagne over your body before leaning closer to lick on the remaining sweetness on your skin.
Your hands groped on Jeonghan's skinny shoulders harder than you thought you could. Your eyes closed shut as both tongues played across your skin making you shudder. When both tongues were about to meet, you suddenly loss the contact making you whine in despair. Looking down you catch the beauties making out on a wet kiss. You couldn't help but feel hotter, your legs contracted unwittingly, your knees squeezing Jeonghan's sides causing him to giggle in between the kiss, when they stopped kissing, he had the same smirk adorning his features.
"I believe we should be charging for the show for now on, huh?" Hannie said, his ears and cheeks fully rose now. Cheol looked confused for a second before noticing how riled up you've gotten to see the two men together. You were now promising to yourself that this was the last time you'd accepted a request from him. You were getting too into the character even for yourself.
Seungcheol held your face with both hands smiling sweetly at you before planting a kiss on your lips, easy at first, but the despair for more was creeping on your brain. You let a loud moan escape your lips when you felt the wetness on your nipple, peeking down, you had a clear image of Jeonghan ravishing on them, his teeth grazed so smoothly that made your body jolt, but the other men kept a dominant hold over you, biting on your lower lip to stop you from getting away from their grasp. Your fingers thread around the long blonde locks, long nails scratching his scalp. It was all too good, you were past the stage of wet to almost dripping on your panties, but this was still work. So you composed yourself, stepping away from them and back to the pole. Jeonghan ran his fingers through his hair taking a deep breath trying to conceal his thoughts. After all, he wasn't here just for the fun either. He was judging your every single move, but he had already made up his mind.
From now on, you were staying around the pole, still giving them a full reason to remain where they were by teasing them incessantly, flashing them the wet patch on your panties, occasionally returning to them for more affectionated touches and the light teasing, all before going back to the pole and keep the show going. And the money going.
After a good couple of hours, the two were being checked out with two pairs of blue balls by their securities. You picked your bra and covered yourself with the fur coat that was long forgotten somewhere on the floor before sneaking out while they were paying the bills. Night's over, now you'd get to go home and get a shower to get the sticky of the alcohol from your skin. The changing room wasn't so crowded as before, so you just removed your make up and tied your hair before getting into some matching black cargo pants and a hoodie, picking your athlete bag and checking if your payment had already dropped. You pushed the hoodie until it covered almost all of your face and made your way to the subway station. The morning sun hadn't risen yet, but it wasn't so dark anymore. You couldn't afford to take a taxi every day. I'd burn almost half of your savings. So this was the deal. Take the subway and walk back home.
"Oh, fuck, what the fuck what was that?" Jeonghan was clearly affected by the events of the night and the endless alcohol. "Choi Seungcheol, you're fucked when we get home." He threw himself on the couch of the private room where a few other members gathered before leaving.
"More likely the other way around," Seungcheol replied squeezing himself in between Jeonghan and Joshua.
"Can you please drop it and go to the subject that really matters? How was it?" Joshua asked directing himself more to Hannie since he already knew Cheol's thoughts on the dancer.
"I hope you didn't frighten her by being freaks." Wonwoo commented keeping his attention on his phone.
Jeonghan quickly stood up and threw his arm around Wonwoo staring at his friend trying to gather all the seriousness he could in between the alcohol. "Are you kidding? She fucking loved it, hell, it was amazing. She's great. She's everything hyung said and more. You're gonna love her my dear."
What was the deal? There were thirteen boys living in fucking dorm, needs to share rooms, no one has any idea what the word privacy meant anymore. Sexually frustrated because how could they engage in a relationship when they can barely leave the dorms or the company, neither can they bring someone over without bothering someone to sleep on the couch. They were used to solving things among themselves, they knew each other better than anyone in the world, so this could only work. But only until a certain point. That's when you come in. If they had someone in common it wouldn't be much trouble to sustain a relationship. That was the only idea they could come up with. Actually, some groups have done it already and shared some nice experiences, so why shouldn't they try?
So in the last couple weeks, the boys have been doing "research" at the club since a manager indicated them to. Trying to pick someone to make this offer. They agreed to leave the main call for Seungcheol, but everyone was enjoying the moment to take a look with their own eyes. Around the 7th visit to the club, Cheol arrived home talking about this girl that he met twice already. He described her to the members, and what caught his attention about her was how assertive she was on everything. Hoshi was about to complain and ask how could they be sure. Cheol then told Soonie about the tiger tattoo she had on the left side of her lower belly. Soonyoung almost blacked out from the excitement and he couldn't stop talking about you for the days that followed.
Seungcheol as the good leader he was, worried about making the wrong decision, asked Jeonghan to join him to check on you. He could always rely on Hannie. His heart did swell with pride after hearing him praise you the same way he did when he first met you. He couldn't wait for the rest of the group to meet you. But for the night, he had to be satisfied with Jeonghan.
