Description: Choi SooRi is a lonely teacher and Minseok is an escort. What happens when SooRi starts looking for some company?
A/N: I wrote this decades ago omg. And since obviously I do it for Kim Minseok, I have to post some smut with him in it. Two updates in one day because your girl got her refund check today.
SooRi was tired of herself. She really was, no joke. How many times had she opened and closed the same tab in the last twenty minutes?
She sipped her wine hastily and re-opened the tab she had just closed, “I need to do this for my own sanity.”
She looked at the fancy layout of the website and read the title in a breathy exhale: “Company? How cheesy.”
Her half-assed insult held no malice as she scrolled through what seemed like pages and pages filled with pictures of dashing men, names, ages and specialties in their description boxes.
‘What the fuck am I getting into?’
After an hour and fifteen minutes, the men’s faces were beginning to mesh together and she was getting a bit overwhelmed. It might not have been the smartest decision, but she closed her eyes and clicked her mouse blindly, hoping in her tipsy, sangria hazed mind that she had hit a picture and not the exit icon. She heard a slight chime and cracked an eye open to see a man’s smirking face on her screen. He looked young, however his bio let her know that he was actually two years older than her.
Specialty: Whatever you like.
SooRi balked after realizing a request for his services had sent the moment she clicked his picture. She stood from her desk and paced as realization crashed over her like a wave; there was no turning back now. She froze as her laptop ‘dinged,’ the telltale sign that she had an email. Her eyes skimmed the page quickly. Fear, apprehension, yet growing excitement grew inside of her.
I’ve received your message and I’d be happy to discuss whatever you have in mind over dinner Wednesday evening around 8:30.
I’ll have reservations for dinner ready so please meet me at Vapiano in downtown Seoul. I’ll have directions attached to this email. I look forward to meeting you.
SooRi read over the email another three times before rushing to her closet. Vapiano was a very nice, very expensive Italian restaurant downtown. So this guy obviously had money and class. She picked out a sexy, yet classy black dress that she had bought on a whim with a good paycheck and sleek heels. She put them on a chair and looked at the outfit as her nerves crept over her. He seemed so put together and polite. How was he an escort? Would he really fulfill her wishes? She sighed and settled into bed.
Guess she’d find out Wednesday.
And come 8:45 p.m. on Wednesday night, SooRi ran into the restaurant like her ass was on fire, giving her name to the startled receptionist. She took a second to catch her breath and fix her hair before sauntering as gracefully as she could to where her potential escort sat. He was better than his picture; his hair was a nice dark brown shade, cut short and styled to show off his face. In his picture, his cheeks were rounder, but it appeared that he had lost a bit of weight, face slim and chiseled. He wore a simple white button up and black slacks. A few of the buttons of his shirt were undone and she noticed the firm olive skin that peeked through. He smiled at her and gestured her over with a nod of his head.
He stood and took her hand in his, kissing the back of her hand. Her eyes widened as he pulled out her chair for her and took his seat across from her. She looked away as his eyes raked lazily down her body, not at all ashamed that he looked at her so obviously.
“You’re quite beautiful and younger than I was expecting. It’s been a while since I had a customer so close to my age.”
SooRi opened her mouth to respond but their waiter took that moment to make his appearance, stuttering as he took SooRi’s outfit in. She pulled the hem of the dress down a bit, trying to cover her thighs. May be this dress should have stayed at the back of her closet.
She ordered a simple plate of baked ziti, her appetite catching up to her after not eating all day. Minseok smirked and leaned forward on his elbows.
“So, what’s a young woman like you doing hiring an escort, hm?”
SooRi choked a bit on her wine. He didn’t even bother getting to know her. But she quickly shooed the idea away because technically this was more of a business meeting. Not a date.
“Um, well, I want more in my life. Sex…life I guess.”
Minseok’s eyes tinted with mischief and pure sexiness before he moaned deep in his throat, “Go on.”
“I-I,” she paused and looked around the restaurant, suddenly feeling very paranoid. Why was she even doing this?
“Rougher. I want it rougher.”
Minseok chuckled and took a sip of his wine, “Rougher? How rough are we talking here?”
“Rougher than average sex? I don’t know-”
“Oh, I think you do know. You know exactly what you want, I can see it in your eyes.” He leaned back in his seat a bit, dark eyes trained on her nervous face. “No judgement here, just tell me what I can do for you.”
SooRi gulps down some of her wine, swallowing hard before focusing her gaze on the table.
“I kind of want it to hurt. Not too bad, but I want to still feel it even after it’s happened. I want bruises, bite marks, fingerprints, everything. Not full out BDSM, just rough…”
SooRi lifted her head and locked eyes with Minseok, who was looking at her calmly, though she couldn’t hear how his heartbeat picked up rapidly and how his pupils were a bit dilated.
Wasn’t this just interesting? Most interesting indeed.
“I believe I can do that for you,” he damn near purred seductively.
SooRi looked up at him, relief washing over her face, though there was still lingering worry. Minseok picked up on her mood immediately.
“How about this, we do this and if you don’t like it, or I go too far, you don’t have to pay me. Deal?”
SooRi bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. That was a great offer, she honestly didn’t know what she was getting into. But just looking at Minseok, she could tell she would be kissing the bulk of next month’s paycheck goodbye.
“But I have a few conditions.”
Minseok jerked back a bit but motioned for her to proceed.
“Nothing too rough. I mean, no slapping, no kicking or anything like that. I’d prefer not to be blindfolded, or humiliated and no video taping. That’s all I can think of so far.”
Minseok openly laughed but nodded in understanding, “I think I got it.”
The two finished their dinner somewhat awkwardly on SooRi’s part and Minseok walked her to the entrance of the restaurant. He flagged down a cab for her and paid for her ride back to her apartment.
“You already paid for dinner. I could have paid my cab fare-”
“Well…thank you, Minseok.”
Minseok smirked and walked closer to her, one arm around her waist as his other hand cupped her jaw. He brushed his lips teasingly against hers, smirk widening at her quick inhalation of air.
He pulled back, teeth capturing her bottom lip in a playful bite.
But that was the last SooRi heard from Kim Minseok.
SooRi ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. It had been almost two weeks since she’d contacted Minseok and she honestly had no plans to. After returning home after her dinner with the man, she realized how crazy this whole idea was; she was an elementary school teacher with an image to uphold, not some sex crazed vixen that hires male escorts to satisfy herself.
She was just going to go home, have a nice glass of wine and watch Netflix until she fell asleep. She unlocked her door, only to find it already unlocked. Her defenses immediately went up as she took cautious steps into her home.
‘Wow, SooRi, because an intruder is totally gonna come out and announce themselves.’
She slowly closed her door and walked further into her home until she saw a figure in the living room. Slitting her eyes to see more clearly, she stepped into the room and gasped a bit as the familiar face turned toward her with an amused grin.
Minseok smiled and stepped closer to her, running his fingertips over her soft leather couch, “Mhm…I see you still remember who I am, though I was a bit concerned when you didn’t contact me. Now why is that?”
SooRi ignored his question and took a step to the side in an attempt to keep distance between them.
“How did you know where I lived? How did you get into my house?”
“You know, it’s rude to answer a question with a question and here you’ve asked two back to back. But I found your address because you unsurprisingly put that information on Facebook, which by the way is a horrible idea. And like most forgetful people, you leave a spare key under your mat. Now,” he sauntered over to her still surprised body, “will you answer my question?”
SooRi fiddled with the straps of her purse feeling a lot like a little kid being scolded. But really, she didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to find her on some random day. Didn’t he have other clients?
“Look, I’m really sorry that I wasted your time, but I just cannot do this.”
Minseok sighed as she walked over to her window and followed her silently. He opened his mouth to speak when she made eye contact with him again, but was cut off before he even sucked in a breath.
“I know you want to know why, but do I really owe you an explanation? I mean, you’ve probably had clients change their minds all the time, no offense.”
She grimaced at the way his eyebrows rose in offense, all the while trying not to notice how amazing he looked in his fitted black long sleeve shirt and equally fitted jeans. He’d even taken his shoes off…how sweet of him.
She put on her teacher voice and smiled warmly at him to soothe over the situation a little, “Now, I’m sorry it has to be like this, and there isn’t anything wrong with you, but I no longer require your services, so if you’d be so kind as to follow me to the door-”
Being a teacher that handles rambunctious children prepares you for many surprises and makes you think on your toes but SooRi was not anticipating have the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed back against her work desk and picked up, by her ass no less, to sit on the cold granite surface with a man standing snug in between her thighs. Who even would anticipate that?
Minseok didn’t even give the woman a chance to speak before his lips were on hers. He brought one hand up to hold her head in place as her mind tuned into the situation she was in and his other hand tightly gripped her hair. She did say rough, remember.
When SooRi finally got her hands up to push him back, but not much, she looked into his now deep brown eyes and bit her lip.
She had a feeling she wasn’t getting out of this one.
Minseok smirked and licked her bottom lip teasingly, gaze never leaving her own.
“Helping you. You and I both know you’ll regret it if I leave now.”
He tightened his grip in her hair and yanked her toward him, sliding his hand from her face down in between her legs to her long neglected center.
“Let me help you have no regrets, beautiful.”
SooRi didn’t think she could have nodded any harder and faster than she had, but she had no time to ponder over it as her lips were claimed in a harsh clash of tongues and teeth. Her position made her skirt ride up and Minseok took that to his full advantage, rubbing teasing circles around her clit with his middle finger. A moan threatened to rip from her throat but Minseok bit her lip hard and stilled his finger. SooRi groaned, trying to grind against him, but a hard tug at her roots stopped that nonsense before she even had a rhythm going.
“No, that isn’t how we’re doing this. You have to let me play at my own pace first and get a feel of you. You wanted rough, right? You aren’t in control here, I am. I’m in charge of your body, I get to make you feel good and I get to determine when, where and how I’m gonna make you cum. Understand?”
SooRi felt a straight up shiver go down her spine, “Y-Yes.”
Minseok growled and pulled her closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, “Excuse me?”
“Yes, sir?” she tired cautiously, attempting to control her urge to kiss him again.
He pecked her lips and moved down to place little nips on her neck. She moaned and watched as he gracefully took his time, leaving marks along her neck and undoing the buttons of her blouse at the same time.
Minseok kissed his way to her bra covered chest and smiled at the light pink lacy item.
Minseok swiftly stood up and brought his hands behind SooRi’s back. He grabbed the clasp and literally ripped the back of the bra open, throwing the now useless intimate to the ground before taking a nipple into his mouth.
It was amazing how he would be slow and sensual then fast and rough in the blink of an eye. SooRi whimpered at the feel of teeth on her chest, wanting to close her eyes, but too afraid to look away from the man sliding his tongue down to the waistband of her skirt.
He sent a boyish look up at her, “Don’t worry, I won’t rip this off too.”
Minseok unzipped the tight article of clothing and threw it somewhere before settling on his knees, staring right at her center. Using his teeth to pull her panties down, hands coming to help him remove the damp cloth from her legs, Minseok placed a teasing lick to her clit.
She gripped his hair and moaned loud enough make her apartment’s walls shake. She felt her legs being spread and her hips being dragged closer to the edge of the desk. Minseok spread her lips with his tongue, dipping in before pulling back slightly.
Minseok narrowed his eyes and smacked her thigh a bit harder than he had planned to. “That isn’t how we answer.”
Minseok smiled proudly up at her before burying his face in her wetness. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but somehow SooRi managed to do it, all the while panting and moaning like a seasoned porn star. The feeling of his lips closing around her clit and sucking, his tongue flicking in and out of her, and the sounds, oh God, the sounds of him attempting to suck her dry was too much to handle, and that’s exactly why she came on his tongue, grinding slowly against his lips.
Minseok growled and slapped her thigh, standing at his full height and crushing his lips onto hers. “I told you that I would be the one to tell you when to cum and you didn’t listen.”
He took no time in taking off his shirt, giving SooRi almost no time to marvel at his solid body. He unbuttoned his pants not even pulling them down as he grabbed his hard cock and stroked it.
“I hope you aren’t tired baby, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”
SooRi didn’t know how many times she had cum, she had lost count after the fourth time, or how many times her neighbor had come by to knock on the door because of the noise.
All that she knew and felt was Minseok.
He was currently tightly gripping her hip as he pounded into her from behind. SooRi tried to keep a grip on the couch, but her slick hands made that pretty much impossible. Being sore tomorrow was an understatement.
Minseok bit down on her ear and chuckled, “You can’t even get a grip can you? That’s how good I’m fucking you. I want you to remember this. I want you to remember every mark I’ve left on you, the feeling of my tongue on your clit, how good I feel inside of you, and how many times you’ve cum on this dick. Can you remember that for me? Huh?”
The gentle ache of her shoulders and the feeling of being penetrated over and over again made SooRi almost forget the question until a stinging slap was placed on her already red behind.
Minseok released her arms and spun her around, palming her still wet entrance as he guided them both to the floor. He entered her again, welcoming her suffocating tightness that surrounded him immediately. He roughly snapped his hips against her, grunting with every jerky motion. He looked down at the woman that was practically a stranger to him; her body was covered in marks, some his teeth and lips left behind and others finger prints. Her eyes were lidded heavily but she never looked away from him and that gaze of utter adoration and lust almost made him cum a few times himself but he held out because he really did want her to remember him.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb and grinned as she bit her lip and tried not to cum without his permission again. He’d trained her so well.
Minseok gripped her throat and pulled her body off of the carpet, resting his sweaty forehead against her own. He pecked her lips, biting again as he started to thrust faster. His grip around her neck slacked a bit as he placed another kiss to her lips before pulling back slightly so that she could still feel his words.
“Do you wanna cum again, baby?”
Minseok sealed their lips again as she came, shivering and moaning. He gripped her hair again as he snapped his hips roughly and finally released inside of her, panting against her face.
As SooRi came down from her high, she closed her eyes and cursed to herself.
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